Viktor Krum was known for being the best Seeker there is in the world, not only that but he had good features. Though still being in school, he had to focus on that too but at times he liked to have fun and sometimes skip it to compete in a match.

Today was one of those days, he didn't want to skip anymore days but he had to for this one special day. The Bulgarian team was competing against one of their main rival teams, in which you were in. You were the teams Seeker and Viktor had to admit, you probably were more skilled than him, but would he say that in public? Of course not!

In the locker room, he changed into his quidditch uniform and looked forward to seeing you, flying next to you as you both would be at arms length away from the snitch, he'd play dirty, you'd play dirty, one of y'all would catch the snitch, that team winds, that basically sums up the whole match. Well–for him.

He got on his broom and went with his team as they got to their spots. Below stood the coach, holding the quaffle, there were people changing Viktor's name, some chanting your name, but overall Viktor was most popular. The coach blew the whistle and threw the quaffle up in the air before releasing the bludgers.

The game was rough and extreme, beaters falling off their brooms, getting injured as they make contact with the ground, replacements would quickly take their place. Meanwhile you and Viktor would dodge the bludgers because for some reason the beaters kept losing the bludgers.

It wasn't till you both spotted the Snitch and quickly raced for it. In the meantime, Viktor would glance at you. He had to admit, he liked how you didn't care about his popularity, he teased you here and there but nothing too grave. He then spoke up and glanced at you from time to time.

"Y'know, I've been thinking. How about we go out after this match? It's on me."