"Harry,"

Harry turned and smiled as Millen hurried over and sat down next to him on the grass of the Burrow. Their supper wasn't long finished and Fleur had snagged Viktor, apparently, their friend had bought something for Bill for her, so they were sorting that out in hers and Bill's room. Charlie, Ron and the Twins had been tasked with keeping Bill from sneaking up the stairs to try and sneak a peak.

Harry had taken the chance to sneak outside to get a breath of air. Seeing Viktor again had knocked him off centre in a way only he could manage, and Sirius and Remus had alternated between asking pointed questions about Viktor himself or whether he was dating anyone. Enough that Harry felt as though his cheeks were now permanently burnt red.

It seemed though his young friend had caught up with him. Millen sat close to him, and automatically he reached up to wrap his arm around Millen, before realising with a laugh that with how tall the young teen was now his arm went around the middle of his back.

"What happened to the little kid that followed me around like a chick?" Harry smiled tugging him in closer anyway.

"I'm still him, I'm just more a bear than a chick now," Millen grinned.

"Tell me about it!" Harry shook his head. "It is amazing to see the both of you,"

"I've missed you, it's been really good writing to you, but it's not the same. Thank you for writing to me," Millen wriggled a little where he was sitting.

"Don't be silly, I enjoyed writing to you, and hearing about what was going on in your life was brilliant. Speaking of, how is it going with Aneta?" Harry chuckled when Millen blushed.

"She actually said hello to me last week, and I think she actually knows who I am!" Millen smiled so brightly Harry was sure that his eyes were going to burn soon.

Millen had told him the year before about a girl he knew and had a crush on, he had been asking Harry for advice - something Harry found amusing considering he was hopelessly in love with Millen's brother - and just telling him all about her. He was too embarrassed to tell Viktor, who of course was always surrounded by people who were interested in him, and could have whoever he wanted. He was embarrassed to admit that he couldn't get the confidence to even speak to this girl.

He seemed to find comfort speaking to Harry, and for Harry, the younger teen had kept him sane. Speaking to someone about normal everyday things, keeping contact with the younger man who had come to mean a lot to him in the few months that he had known Millen had kept him steady. Millen's letters had become a steadying point for him, a point of normality. He guessed that Millen had an idea of what his letters meant to Harry, he was not a stupid boy, but he could never really know what they had meant to him, truly. And Millen had become a little brother to Harry somewhere along the way.

"Congratulations, in no time we will have her eating out of your hands, especially if we get advice off of Sirius, he is amazing on how to charm people," Harry nudged the younger boy gently, smiling fondly at the blush that lit up his cheeks.

"You seem really happy with them," Millen smiled. "They're pretty cool, not what I was expecting at all,"

"You have Viktor to bring you up!" Harry laughed.

"He's not cool! He's a mother hen, who fusses and nags me and is so embarrassing insisting on turning up to every show and performance I give, all my parents evenings!" Millen grumbled. Harry however just smiled. It was a familiar grumble, and he knew the younger teen meant none of it. He knew how lucky he was to have Viktor, and appreciated everything that he had put on hold for him to raise him.

There had been one occasion where Millen and Viktor had had an argument, a big one, because Viktor wouldn't allow Millen to sign up with a singing agent who was promising to make him famous, insisting that Millen finish school before even thinking about something like that.

Millen had actually fire called Harry and complained about it. When he had started truly insulting Viktor though and not just venting, Harry had gently but firmly told Millen about how lucky he was to have someone that cared for him and had wanted to bring him up. He had shared probably a little more than he intended, but by the end of the call Millen had calmed down enough to realise he was being unfair.

A week later he had received a letter of thanks and a big bouquet of flowers and the biggest box of chocolates he had ever seen from both the brothers, they had talked it through, Viktor had explained that he wanted Millen to actually have a childhood and finish school making sure he had options, and that when he finished school Viktor would help him find a good agent who would not take advantage of him.

"I heard that!" Viktor growled suddenly pouncing on his brother.

"Harry!" Millen squeaked as Viktor started ruffling Millen's hair into what would be an impressive hairstyle.

"Now, now that's enough," Harry scolded playfully.

"I will stop if you at least take back the mother hen," Viktor rumbled.

"Fine! You're only a little bit of a mother hen," Millen laughed breaking free and jogging over to Fleur. He had been enamoured with her beauty when he was 11, at 13 it seemed to have got worse. Harry chuckled to himself as he watched Millen turning bright red as Fleur laughed and started patting his hair back down.

"You have changed," Viktor said startling Harry. He turned back to look at Viktor, feeling his cheeks burning a little again - damn being pale.

"Not that much," Harry shook his head.

"You have, you have grown up," Viktor smiled softly. He reached up and touched Harry's ear gently, fingering his new earrings with interest. "I like these,"

"Sirius took me to get them done a few days ago, he's in trouble for it. Do you think that they suit me?" Harry bit his lip, touching the earring in his other ear as Viktor tugged gently on the dangly earring.

"They really do. They make you look...more stunning," Harry blushed furiously at the words while Viktor just stared at him intently for a few beats before he carried on. "You are...lighter as well. I have heard it in your letters but, seeing it, you're looking happier," Viktor mused.

"Sirius and Remus have been amazing, it has been really good living with them," Harry smiled brightly.

"They seem nice, Sirius is a little scary," Viktor coughed.

"He's just a little protective, and jealous," Harry laughed. "Once he gets to know you he will be fine,"

"He has a reason to be jealous?" Viktor smirked at him.

"I...well...he's erm,"

"I forgot how easy you fluster, it reminds me of the first time I spoke properly to you," Viktor chuckled dropping back onto the grass with a soft sigh.

"Hey! No one has ever really bowed to me before! Or kissed my hand!" Harry protested poking Viktor in the side.

"Shame," Viktor captured the poking hand and lifted it to his lips for a quick kiss before he tugged Harry down to lie beside him.

"This does remind me of that year though, after we started talking, spending time together sitting outside under the heat charms you made," Harry smiled.

"With everything that had happened the year before, and what was coming, sitting talking to you was the freest I had felt for a long time," Viktor smiled a little sadly.

"I felt the same, it was an escape from the madness, to just get to feel normal for a small amount of time. Getting to know a new friend,"

"I have missed those chats, letters and the occasional fire call are not the same," Viktor sighed.

"I am glad you are here, even if you did try and keep it from me," Harry glared slightly.

"You still have a kitten glare," Viktor shook his head. "I wanted to surprise you. Ronald has not changed either I see,"

"He can't help himself, he's the worst person to let in on a secret," Harry said before glaring a little darker. "And I do not have a kitten glare,"

"You really do,"

"I really don't!"

"You really do!"

"I defeated the Dark Lord, I am scary!" Harry puffed himself up in an imitation of Draco.

"You shoved him through some fabric, literally," Viktor snorted. Harry tried to stay looking stern but fell into laughter seconds after Viktor gave in. He flopped down and rested his head on Viktor's shoulder as he had done 100 times before. There was a slight awkwardness, but not at the same time.

"This is more comfy than it used to be," Harry commented poking at the muscle under his head.

"I have been working out hard, I have..." Viktor drew off looking nervous.

"What?" Harry asked curiously.

"I have some news for you, I wanted to wait to see you to tell you though," Viktor shuffled so that he was facing Harry, the younger man's head now resting on his bicep. "You know my contract runs out this year, yes?"

"Yes? You haven't really said what you want to do, and I haven't wanted to push," Harry nodded. The contract that Viktor had had no choice but to sign with Karkaroff and the fact that he had had to sign a longer than normal contract to look after Millen had always been a sore spot.

"I have decided to retire from playing. I am going to start training people, and I have had an offer I have accepted," Viktor said quickly.

"Oh, wow, you will be great at that you're a really good teacher considering how you normally struggle to be particularly verbose," Harry blinked. "Where?"

"Here, in Britain," Viktor said making Harry blink at him.

"Here?" Harry breathed out, not believing his ears.

"Yes. I had quite a few offers, but this was one of the best, and well...I have more people that care about Millen and me here than in Bulgaria," Viktor rolled his eyes. "So I said yes. I have only told Millen, I talked it through with him. He stays at school anyway, so he can carry on in Durmstrang with his friends, I will work and live here, and he will come home during the holidays,"

"When do you finish?" Harry asked feeling a little stunned.

"I have one more match in three weeks, it will be announced then. I start my new job in September. So...how do you feel about me being here permanently?" Viktor asked nervously.

"Are you kidding? This is amazing!" Harry beamed throwing himself at Viktor as what he was saying sank in. Viktor would be sticking around, which meant Harry would get to spend more time with him.

"I am glad. I have...I have missed you, writing is not the same. And Fleur is here, I think we could have a good life," Viktor smiled wrapping his arm around Harry's waist and holding him close as they settled back down in the grass.

"I have missed you too. I'm so glad you're here," Harry sighed happily. He closed his eyes an just absorbed Viktor being here. No matter what confusing feelings that he had for Viktor that did not change the fact that he was his friend and he had missed him.

"So, are you bringing anyone to the wedding?" Viktor asked casually. Too casually. Harry had never heard that tone used by Viktor before. Looking up his green eyes widened as he saw something in Viktor's expression that gave him hope, feeling the hand on the base of his back tighten a little.

"I was thinking about it," Harry said casually as well, watching closely as Viktor's expression tightened. The hope in his chest flared a little brighter.

"Oh, who?" Viktor licked his lips, something in his eyes saying that he didn't want to hear the answer.

"Luna, but Bill and Fleur had invited her father and her anyway, so I'm by myself for now," Harry shrugged. Viktor relaxed a little. They lay quietly for a few beats before Viktor's eyes flicked to Millen and then he seemed to make a choice.

"We, could go together? If you wanted I mean, I thought, maybe, we could have a good time together, neither of us is a fan of crowds and parties, we could maybe enjoy it together?" Harry had never seen Viktor ramble, ever. He nearly didn't respond in time and could see Viktor becoming more uncomfortable.

"That sounds really good!" He blurted out.

"Good, good," Viktor nodded.

"Where are you going to be staying?" Harry asked fighting back the massive grin that wanted to cross his features.

"We have a hotel, funded by my new team, we are going to be house hunting while I am here," Viktor smiled.

"Really? That sounds great, Sirius is actually really good at things like that if you need a little help," Harry beamed.

"Sirius!?" Viktor paled a little making Harry laugh.

"What about me?" Sirius frowned scowling at the two of them lying on the grass with his godson resting his chin on Viktor's shoulder. His hands were clenching and unclenching and he seemed to have formed a twitch. Remus was a few steps behind luckily seeming more amused than worried.

"Viktor would like you to help him house hunt," Harry said quickly before Viktor could say anything, the other seeker turned to him with wide, betrayed scared eyes.

"Yes, sir, that would be much appreciated," He nodded painfully, turning to look at Sirius.

"Hmmm...that would give us some time to...get to know each other," Sirius smirked. Harry was sure he heard Viktor gulp.

"So?!"

"Siri! Remi!" Harry groaned dropping back onto his pillows as his godfathers dropped either side of him, quickly followed by a whole load of snacks and sweets floating down onto the bed. Remus waved his wand and the TV flicked on.

"So?" Remus echoed Sirius turning to look at Harry while popping a chunk of chocolate into his mouth.

"So, what?" Harry blushed grabbing a handful of popcorn and shoving it into his mouth.

"So, how did your talk with Viktor go. He's staying so that's a big thing right?" Sirius smiled making grabby hands for the jelly beans.

"Yeah, he is. He's going to be sticking around for a while," Harry nodded his head scrunching down in his seat. "He may have also asked me to the wedding, to go with him, keep each other company. He may like me, a little, I think, he called me stunning...argh!" Harry groaned dropping down onto the bed covering his face. "Why is this so hard?!"

"That's just the way it goes I am afraid," Sirius kissed his forehead. "That is definitely a good start though,"

"Don't smother yourself," Remus took his pillow away from Harry. "Are you going to see him tomorrow?"

"Yes, we're meeting for lunch in Diagon,"

"With or without Millen?" Sirius asked.

"Without, Viktor has donated him to Fleur to help with the music for the wedding," Harry flushed.

"That is a good sign," Sirius nodded before bouncing off of the bed and making his way to Harry's wardrobe. "Right then!"

"What are you doing?" Remus and Harry rolled over to watch him, Remus snuggling into Harry's back and cuddling him.

"I am picking out Harry's outfit for tomorrow. We need to go for something casual and cool, something summery, something that says look at me, this is for you but without being obvious,"

"Is there an outfit that can say all that?" Harry asked bemusedly.

"Harry, there is an outfit for everything!" Sirius said firmly before diving back into the wardrobe.

"I would trust him, he speaks clothes like Hermione speaks book," Remus shook his head.

The two of them turned their eyes to the TV, picking at the snacks to the background of Sirius muttering to himself as he picked through the wardrobe.

Harry took a deep breath as he stepped out of the Leaky Cauldron and smoothed his hands down his trousers. He was wearing fairly fitted black trousers with a purple loose chiffon top with black swirls on it. He had been worried that it looked a little feminine but Sirius and Remus had assured him that it suited him and he was looking gorgeous.

"Viktor?" Harry called seeing a set of broad shoulders and tall build. The older man turned around quickly at his voice before his brown eyes widened dramatically as he took in Harry. His eyes drew over Harry's black hair laying over one shoulder while the other was barred with the way Sirius had braided and pinned his hair.

He was starting to feel nervous and stupid, three beats away from turning and running straight back into the fireplace - without floo powder - when Viktor opened and closed his mouth.

He opened his mouth one more time before finally uttering one word. "Wow,"