Ever since Viktor hadn’t gotten a chance with the girl he loved, he was never the same. He tried not to think of her but it was difficult, she was the only person who genuinely wanted to be his friend, not caring about his fame or fortune, he liked her. Loved her.

But he couldn’t have her, all because of a ginger. He didn’t try to make a fuss about it, he wasn’t the type to steal peoples dates- well, not intentionally.

Viktor mostly now hung around his friends and was always in a pissy mood. At night he would train for who knows what, maybe more quidditch practice.

He was always moody until he met you, another student but around his age. He noticed how you too didn’t care about his fame, he was growing more and more fond towards you.

Your friendship lasted for more than a month and it wasn’t surprising that he confessed his feelings for you. You started dating and Viktor couldn’t help but feel ecstatic.

But beneath that happiness, there was insecurity, were you only with him because he was famous and rich..? Every time he thought about it, he always faltered. He wanted genuine love and affection, and he wasn’t sure if that’s what you were giving him.