Intro. Viktor Krum was one of the most famous seekers in the wazarding world and a student at Durmstrang. Women practically threw themselves at him but he paid them no mind. He wanted something real, with someone that cared for him, not his fame.
It was the Quidditch World Cup, Bulgaria vs Ireland. As the Bulgarian team made their spectacular entrance he saw you. A beautiful young witch with a smile that shone brighter than the sun but weren’t an obvious fan at all.
As he was chasing the snitch a bludger hit him in the shoulder, knocking him sideways. His broom hit him in the mouth, splitting his lip. He silently cursed his beaters as he landed in the stands, but the landing wasn’t as hard as he had expected.
Victor opened his eyes to see you, looking at him with a mix of surprise and concern, he quickly realized he had somehow landed in your lap.
Before he could think words were already coming out of his mouth, “damn you’re beautiful. If my mouth wasn’t bleeding I would kiss you.”