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It was the summer before his 5th year and Ron was ecstatic, this was the summer everyone in his family was saving up for. The Qudditch World cup, Bulgarians vs the Irish. He was happy to see both the bulgarians and quidditch. This game will get him through the year considering quidditch has been canceled for the triwizard. But he knew all he needed was the memory of being here to get him through the boring year. And Ron felt it all come together as he stood inside of the stadium.
Ron felt his heart beat as excitement pricked at his fingertips with every breath. Although his legs strained trying to reach the seats his father had picked he couldn’t help feeling ecstatic. Hermione & Ginny walked behind him conversing while the twins were screaming and dancing ahead of him. His two other brothers Charlie and Percy went to the trolley to purchase a handful of snacks. While his parents had led the torturous walk to their seats.
“Blimey dad, how far up Are we?” Ron asked his adrenaline no longer fueling his legs. “Not long” was his answer. Ron nodded tiredly and continued on with the journey.
But stopped when he heard someone snort “well put it this way boy, if it shall rain you’ll be the first to know” Lucius stated walking on the deck below them.
Draco who was following behind added “Father, and I are in the minister's box, by personal invitation of Cornelius fudge himself.”he announced flicking his tongue out at Ron. Before he felt the end of a cane puncture his rib.
“Don’t boast Draco” his father quipped before giving a sneer to Arthur. To say the least Arthur, and Lucius didn’t share the same friendly banter as their sons. Lucius was always a snob who breathed expensive air having no time for poor worthless people. Even people on his level of society were deemed less of his time. He put himself and his title first that's why he almost got a sentence in Azkaban for rolling with the likes of Tom Riddle. It was a dirty situation of trying to overthrow authority and the malfoy name had been mentioned. Lucius acted fast when the threat of prison reached him. He had contacted the only person he'd known would be valid enough to release him of such a future. Although lucius walked free, he had forced his son to clear his own mistake with his hand in marriage. Never giving a second thought to anything as long as it could be fixed with money or someone else's life.
Unlike Arthur who is a family man, wanting the best for his children and wife. Six children later he still tried his best to stay true to them. Even putting his disdain towards Draco’s father away from his view on their sons friendship.
Draco smiled back at Ron none of the less and left with the final words. “You’ll have a good look at Krum up there” Ron practically beamed at the bright words. Smiling and waving him off he kept moving his mood entirely shifted.
Finally reaching the top of the stadium they ducked under several pillars before finally getting settled. “Come on up, take your seats! I told you these would be worth waiting for!” Arthur said leading the pack of rowdy children down the line. When everyone was settled not a second later the Irish flew right above them causing the wind to almost blow their hoods off. His siblings didn’t care though as they yelled and screamed for the team they bore colors on their face for. The twins counting off every teammate before they blew a leprechaun up into the sky. The family couldn't help to chuckle as the twins messily tried to copy its movements. Tripping themselves as they tried to do the Treble reel.
Ron was so absorbed that he almost missed the Bulgarians blowing past the animation. Ron couldn't help the screams as Viktor showed off on his broom, elegantly being immodest of his skill. Watching as he flew past the crowd as they turned into a moving picture of Krum on his broom. Ron grasped his red and black hat as leaned farther in to get a better peek at him as he positioned the camera. He couldn’t help silently chanting Krum alongside the crowd. Oh, those Irish stood no chance as the crowd erupted.
Three hours later the game had ended no chance for the Irish, as if there was to begin with. The family had retreated back to the camp grounds with the rest or the crowd. It was a festival and a time to celebrate, even if you were on the losing team.
“There's no Man like Krum. He’s like a bird riding the wind,” Ron announced to his family red-faced and a little tipsy. Standing upon the log beside the campfire he exclaimed. “He’s more than an athlete, He’s an artist!”. Smiling as the twins began to bumble a low chant of Krum while dancing around him.
“Think you're in love Ron.” Ginny smiled as Hermione let out a chuckle and an “awe”.
“Vikor I love you! Viktor I do!” the Twins started to sing enticing others to join as well.
“Love” Ron muttered with a breathless smile as fireworks went off in the distance, overpowering the Irish jig that swept through the camp.“Yes, I should tell him” Ron mumbled stepping off of his platform. The twins to engrossed with themselves didn’t bat an eye as gin and hermione shook their head. He made his way out of the fire tent and began walking towards the east end of the camp. Making it his mission to find Krum and confess his love.
It was like a festival as people danced and cheered together, different teams be damned, they wanted to have a good time. The music flowed through the air as the enchanted instruments flew around the bonfire. Kids were running amok with candy dropping from their overfilled arms as they hurried to there tents. Ron smiled as he watched them go but due to the crowding he went to the edges of the massive pit. It was late and he couldn’t help running into tiny things on the ground such as bottles and lost scarfs. It got to the point where he tripped up on a fallen hat hitting the ground with a thud.
“Oh bugger” Ron muttered sitting up miserably on one knee before his eyes made contact with a hand. Looking up he was met with a familiar face who left him starstruck. He slowly made a grab for the hand and before it could hoist him up he released the words “Marry me.”
Viktor looked at him with a glint of amusement as he chuckled and pulled the mysterious boy up. He took to dusting Ron off when the boy made no move to stop staring dazed at him. Smiling once he was done Viktor spoke for the first time. “ you’re lightheaded, let me take you to your camp”
Ron slowly took the hand offered to him as he stuttered out the section number and walked slowly with Viktor. Swinging their arms slightly as he stumbled and let out random nervous chuckles causing his face to get even redder.
“Team?” Viktor questioned as the boy on his arm snuggled his nose into his bicep that was covered with a furry jacket. “Yours of course, no reason to root for a team that's going to be pulverized” Ron quickly answered, jolting his head from the wonders that were Krums arms. He was like a happy puppy standing at attention whenever called upon.
“You are smart” The seeker smiled, peering into the eyes that looked at him as if they were lost.
“Can I have your voice,” the boy squeaked, causing even more laughter to leave Viktor.
“Come we’re close to the section,” he said, leading the redhead a little ways more.” you stay safe .. okay,” Viktor said waiting for the boy to promise. Running around like he did is quite dangerous, these events were the highlight for trouble.
When he nodded dumbly Krum smiled and turned to begin his walk back before the boy grasped his hand once again. The seeker turned to look back into the boys eyes. “ m-m-arry me? please?” the boy stuttered out his proposal for the second time that night, desperation clouding his voice.
“What's your name” Viktor asked instead watching as the other looked sad before answering “Ron, Ron Weasley”
Viktor smiled before enclosing the boy's hand in his own “ you take my name “