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"Did you know?"
The room was cool, not too cool, and smelled of lavender for some wonderful reason that went unasked and unexplained. The seats were leather and comfortable. The lemonade provided for them sweet without being too sweet. It was all crazy and hallucinatory when taken together and put into context. It was happening though. Like right now. This was the present.
Seated in the same sitting area he was healed by Draco freaking Malfoy in, across from Viktor freaking Krum, was not an experience Harry had ever bothered even fantasizing about let alone seriously considered happening at some point. He rolled his half gone glass in his hands, his fingers leaving designs in the glass that fogged against the heat of his skin. If Ron were here, he mused, tipping the glass experimentally one way that the other, the boy would be staring at the wizard muttering incoherent sentences. He was sure of it. For his part Harry did have the worry of looking like a complete idiot in front of the wizarding celebrity -forgetting entirely that he was the biggest celebrity in the wizarding world and tons of people were nervous to speak to him, not that he actually noticed because yes he was that socially inept- until Krum's unlikely personality stifled that fear entirely.
He was not as severe and aloof as his posters made him out to be. Really, it was really hard to be intimidated by someone, no matter their size, who gave lazy lopsided smiles and leaned on anything and everything if given the chance, as if he were moments from trying to take a nap then and there in whatever position he happened to be in. Like a cat, Harry mused. Content to sprawl wherever he liked and start conversations somewhere in the middle and take a scenic route along several different seemingly unconnected topics before circling back to the main point in a way that managed to be entertaining rather than exasperating. He was awesome.
There he said it. Thought it.
Whatever.
There they were, alone for the moment with Draco off doing whatever it was pureblood scions did when they got excited about something Harry had totally not been listening to, more entertained by watching the blonde than by listening, and began flailing their arms excitedly before dashing -in a controlled pureblood manner of course- from the room. He really had no idea what that was about but he was going to take the opportunity he was given.
Krum -Viktor? Was he allowed to call him Viktor after knowing him for less than an hour altogether?- gave him a once over. His wide smile faded. "Did I or do I, and that depends on what we're talking about." Ah, there was the purebloodism coming through. Harry had started to wonder if it were broken. Of course he hadn't thought the seeker would have any purebloodisms at first, nor had he thought Draco Malfoy would insist on healing his wounds or that he would readily accept a glass of lemonade -and it was the best lemonade in the history of refreshing summer beverages- in the tent of a death eater and take a sip without worrying about being poisoned. It had been a Hell of a day.
"Draco. His father. Bullshit." Yeah, safe to say Harry was over his celebrity daze with the other boy.
The Bulgarian smiled somewhat involuntarily. One of Harry's many gifts he proudly praised to himself. "That is the word for it certainly." Krum's face hardened. "What has he done now?" The seeker's eyes strained as if he resisted the urge to look at the door and attempt to see through the walls of the tent so he could judge the blonde's wellbeing.
"Left him on the floor a complete wreck." Said, Harry. And wow he'd never heard his own voice sound like that.
Krum nodded. "How is he?"
"Oh swell." Said, Harry. "Turns out giving Lucius an alternative target does wonders." The seventeen-year-old winced, eyes glancing Harry over again, wondering -perhaps- how The-Boy-Who-Lived was -well- living. "I'm full of surprises," Harry answered the unasked question.
It wasn't lost on him he was echoing his earlier conversation with Lord Malfoy. This time at least he didn't fear for a Slytherin loophole to come flying at him out of left field and blast him into smithereens. They sat there quietly for a moment. Harry was happy to let the other boy adjust to this information. He needed him to realize you could stand up to Lord Malfoy and live through the experience, if in more pieces than you began with. Finally, Krum appeared to know what he thought about it all and what he wanted to say.
"Why?"
Harry blinked. "Why what and it depends on what you're asking." He mocked.
Krum's lips pulled upward. "Why have you moved to intervene on Draco's behalf? What is it you are benefiting from your involvement? He is...my friend. I don't wish for him to be a plaything in your battle with Lord Malfoy." Okay, now he was intimating again. Not as intimidating as if Harry hadn't had his arse handed to him by Lucius Malfoy like two hours ago but enough of a showing for Harry to know Krum was taking all of this seriously.
"I see." Harry murmured. He didn't speak pureblood so he really didn't know how to get his point across in that way but Krum seemed perfectly able to speak not pureblood so he figured just saying what he meant was a good start and he could always explain it again if the guy got caught up looking for stuff between the lines which yeah was more of a Slytherin thing but snakes were the ultimate purebloods so better safe than really confused and frustrated.
Really though, there should be a pureblood to non-pureblood dictionary out there somewhere for poor sods like him trying to cross the socialization barrier. "I told off Lucius Malfoy in his own office because I have a problem with the way he treats his son. Clear enough? Draco is my friend too."
The other seeker nodded at him. He drained his lemonade. "Good. Draco can use friends. Good ones. What are you going to do about Lucius? He'll be royally pissed off at you know."
"I'd like to convince him to treat Draco better if I can." That convincing may involve bribing or blackmail but it wasn't something he could honestly say he was against. Sounded like something to think back on fondly whenever he got the urge to cast a Patronus. Harry swished his own empty glass around, the remaining lemon wedges and crushed ice swirling about.
"And if you can't?"
Harry, not entirely certain he was joking, looked up and said, "Ever heard of the Borgias?"
Viktor Krum stared for a full moment, a wide grin curling across his face. "Lucius is a Roman name you know."
"When in Rome." Harry grinned as well and the two of them must have looked incredibly suspicious, because when Draco finally returned carrying garments for whatever reason and a refilled carafe of lemonade, he eyed the two of them and glanced about the room like he was looking for where they stashed the smuggled in firewhiskey. Or a body. The later ominously fitting. What could he say? Draco always had brought out Harry's more Slytherinish-Spiteful streak. Now it was simply redirected.
Damn this was some good lemonade.
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