I'm quite nervous writing this fic because I've never tried my hands at romance before, but after watching Yuri on Ice I just fell so in love with it and had to channel my feels somewhere. Thus, this story was born. Please let me know what you think so I may try to improve. It was suppose to be a short one-shot but it got away from me so it will be broken into two chapters.

This piece was inspired by "Victor and Viktor" by ScarletEyce, I recommend checking it out :)

Disclaimer: I would never dare go anywhere the official rights for these characters as I would be terrified or ruining the masterpiece.

"Tell me Minerva, have you heard of a muggle sport called 'figure skating' before?" A wizenly man asked over half-moon spectacles. The rather severe looking women situated across from him raised one elegant eyebrow.

"I'm afraid not."

"A fascinating event. The skills involved are most impressive, and the results are spectacular if I do say so myself." Minerva McGonagall shuffled the small pile of parchment she was reviewing aside on the headmaster's desk before reaching for another stack.

"And what, may I ask, does this have to do with the entertainment bookings for the Yule Ball?" She questioned never once taking her eyes of her documents.

"It has come to my attention that one of our Beauxbatons Academy guests has a relative who is quite renowned in the activity." The elderly wizard glanced at his coworker upon getting no reaction. "Considering the goal of the Triwizard tournament, and by extension the Yule Ball, is about promoting international relations, it logically follows to invite this relative for a performance at the Yule Ball." This provoked a reaction from the previously stoic professor. A rather strong reaction too.

"You can't be serious Albus! A muggle at Hogwarts? The international statute of secrecy, revealing Hogwarts to a muggle."

"We allow the parents of muggle born wizard and witches to visit. This would simply be extending that exception." Dumbledore said lacing his long fingers and resting his chin upon them. His sharp blue eyes were twinkling with mischievous interest.

"Perhaps but…" McGonagall still looked rather flustered. "What purpose would it serve?" The edges of the elderly wizard's lips pulled down slightly displaying seriousness previously unexhibited.

"I'm sure you have seen the signs as well. Trying times are ahead. It is vital, now more than ever, than we encourage the mingling of magic and muggle folk. The isolation, and subsequent prejudicial separation, has troubled me deeply." The transfiguration teacher nodded her head solemnly.

"Plus" Dumbledore began with some renewed enthusiasm. "It's an innocent occasion of celebration. Small steps towards understanding, and why not begin with having some foreigners dance on ice with knives!" At this cheerful declaration McGonagall looked as though she was ready to grab a nightcap and retire for good.

"Yuuri…" Viktor cooed draping a slender arm around his student, and now fiancé, sitting beside their shared home ice rink in St. Petersburg.

"Ehh?" The shorter man half questioned, half cried as he was knocked off balance trying to snatch at his skates starting to slip out of his fingers. He managed to grab the tail end of the cream laces to bring the shoes back to where they belonged. Carefully placing the silver bladed skates away in his bag along with his gloves, Yuuri turned to give the excited man next to him his full attention.

"What?" He asked curiously keeping his gazed locked on the taller figure sliding onto the bench to sit properly next to him.

"Well I got this very interesting invitation this morning and I wanted to talk to you about it." Viktor explained, leaning closer so there was only enough room left between them to share their gaze without straining their eyes.

"Uh, what kind of invitation?" Yuuri asked trying to ignore the heat creeping up his neck towards his ears. After almost a year with the Russian figure skater, he had hoped that his prominent blush reflex would subside somewhat, but that simply was not the case.

"Well…" The older man let the syllable drag out leaning in even closer noting the attractive pink toning Yuuri's face with a small smile. "A skating exhibition at a school that a relative of mine is at right now but it's a bit of an unusual school."

"Uh huh." Yuuri only half listened, eyes locked on the mesmerizing blue before him. The shade of Viktor's eyes reflected the Hesetsu seas on the brightest August days and Yuuri was content to let himself drown in them.

"It's a magic school for witches and wizard." He gave the Japanese man three seconds to process his words.

"Whaaaat?" Yuuri jumped almost knocking the bag containing his skates to the floor.

"CAN'T YOU KEEP IT DOWN!" A voice screamed from across the rink.

"Nice salchow Yurio, but keep an eye on that raised arm." Viktor commented with a huge grin and lazy arm waving. This only earned him an annoyed 'tch' and a fierce glare.

"Are you being serious with me Viktor?" Yuuri asked in more hushed tones trying to bring his coach's attention back to his absurd utterance.

"Always with you Yuuri." The man replied with a sincere smile.
"That's…I…I didn't mean." Viktor laughed pulling him down into his embrace worsening the creeping red across the man's face.

"I am serious, but don't worry too much about it Yuuri. It's a long story on my French cousin's side of the family. I was told the kids at this school have never seen ice skating before. The school is having a Christmas event and the Headmaster asked if I would be willing to do an exhibition for them." Yuuri nodded slowly.

"But they invited you didn't they? Why are you asking me about it?" He asked looking up at Viktor's face with genuine confusion. His coach looked down surprised.

"Well of course you're coming Yuuri. Why would I go without you?" The blatant, factual way Viktor said that made Yuuri's heart flutter and duck his head onto his lover's chest.

"But they've never seen skating before. They really should get the best impression. I've only done a couple exhibitions before and what if I mess up?" Viktor marveled at the way the man could go from shock regarding a magical school, to the concern of failure in front of these strangers in the span of thirty seconds.

"I mean I didn't even win gold at the GPF and before that…" Viktor silenced any further character self-assassination by catching the rambling lips in his own. Yuuri blinked before leaning gently into the touch, letting the sensation erase his anxiety. It still amazed him after so many months the almost magically affect the Russian man had on him. The sound of his voice, the comfort of his touch, could crush even the darkest most persistent voice in Yuuri's head.

"You will be the most amazing skater these kids have or will ever see." Viktor affirmed pulling away from the contact but keeping a hand on the man's tinted cheek. "So will you come with me?"

"Of course." Yuuri answered raising his own hand to caress the band of gold on the finger pressed to the side of his face. Loud vomiting noises were heard to the side of the oblivious couple.

"Ugh, get a room."

"Eh! Sorry Yurio. I didn't notice you were there." Yuuri apologized, face bashful. Viktor just laughed and stood helping the shorter man get to his feet as well.

"Maybe we will." The taller skater said suggestively leaning down towards the irate 15 year old.

"Gross!" Cried the blond, skating away from the edge of the rink, and Viktor, as fast as he could. The five time world champion grinned at his accomplishment before turning towards the exit.

"At least we'll be out of your hair for a couple days. See you later." He called over his shoulder.

"Merry Christmas Yurio." Yuuri waved as he jogged to catch up to his coach.

"Whatever. Just be back in time for me to kick your asses again!"

"The kitten cares." Viktor and Yuuri both smiled at each other walking side by side out into the December snow of St. Petersburg.

"Have you already booked our flight?" Yuuri asked.

"Oh we aren't going by plane." Viktor's countenance was suspiciously reminiscent of Makkachin when he was begging for a treat. "We're going by a magically enchanted flying boot!"

"It's amazing!" Viktor's words swirled into the misty night. His eyes sparkled with excitement as he took in the dark foreign landscape illuminated by pale moonlight. The dirty old boot that had brought the two skaters to the U.K. in a dizzying swirl of light and color lay forgotten in the muddy ground.

"I think I'm going to throw up." Groaned Yuuri bending over to brace himself against his knees. Viktor tore his gleaming eyes away from the tree line and immediately walked over to his protégé placing a steadying hand on the man's back.

"Are you okay?" He asked rubbing soothing circles rhythmically. Yuuri stood up straight to give a weak smile of reassurance.

"Yeah, but I think I prefer flying."

"In coach? That's no way to travel, especially with the way you snore right next to me." The taller man smiled down enjoying the flush of embarrassment creep across Yuuri's face, visible even in the dim light.

"You still somehow manage to fall asleep using me as a pillow." He defended. Viktor chuckled lightly but conceded to Yuuri by picking up both bags before walking toward the dirt path a few feet away where a carriage was waiting.

"You don't have to carry my bag you know." The dark haired man mumbled catching up quickly.

"I know." Viktor locked his eyes with the deep brown beside him. "But I want to." Yuuri wanted to duck his head away but bring himself to. The moonlight was making Viktor's already silver hair positively glow like diamonds. His cerulean eyes lit like dazzling Christmas lights. Yuuri gently slid his bag out from his coach's right hand switching it to his own. He could see a protest already forming on Viktor's lips but it was immediately silenced when he slipped his gloved hand into the now empty hand of the figure skater. They walked contentedly to the black carriage that moved without being drawn by a horse.

Before long a magnificent castle came into view. Both men jumped out taking in the scenery. Behind the black gate flanked by stone boars were huge wrought iron gates. Viktor quickly got his phone out.

"We should get a selfie."

"Phichit would love that wouldn't he." Yuuri laughed huddling with Viktor for the picture. The phone screen remained blank. Viktor frowned.

"I thought I charged it." Yuuri examined the device.

"Maybe phones don't work where wizards live?" He speculated starting up the stone steps towards the great arched doors. Viktor eyes teared up theatrically. He complained loudly all the way up the castle stairs about his inability to share their beautiful adventure together on social media. Yuuri smiled indulgently letting Viktor take the lead into the warm halls of the historic structure. They stopped before wooden doors as impressive as the entrance gates before Viktor flung the double doors open with his usually flair.

"Hello~" He greeted loudly entering a hall filled with students dressed in dark robes seated along four tables. Viktor glanced over the startled and curious faces peering around to look at him. He made a flash decision to burn all their ties along with Yuuri's the moment he had the chance. Viktor directed his attention ahead where a horizontal able at the head of the room hosting a row of adults.

"I'm looking for a 'dum-ble-door'?"

"Dumbledore." Yuuri correctly quietly next to his ear. All eyes turned to a truly ancient looking man sitting at the center of the head table with a beard long enough to tuck into his belt.

"You must be Mr. Nikiforov." He said cordially. "And Mr…?" He asked noticing Yuuri standing slightly behind Viktor, not entirely comfortable with the attention in such an unfamiliar place.

"Katsuki Yuuri sir. Thank you for your invitation." The Japanese answered offering a polite bow and small smile. Viktor slipped a discrete arm around Yuuri, pulling him closer for support. The shy tug of his fiancé's lips were simply the more adorable thing on the planet.

"Nikiforov. Viktor Nikiforov?!" Viktor turned his head towards the table where the majority of students wore yellow ties. Most of the teens simply looked befuddled but a few students began to clamber up on their seats to get a better look.

"Oh my! It is Viktor." Excited whispers broke out.

"Can I have an autograph?"

"I wish phones work at this school." At this sudden commotion even more students look utterly confused but Dumbledore calmed the crowd down with a few patient waves of his wrinkled hands.

"I'm sure many of you have question. I assure you they will be answered at the end of the feast. Mr. Nikiforov, Mr. Katsuki, please take a seat wherever you please." A girl in a silvery silk dress waved to get Viktor's attention.

"Nea, salut!" Viktor waved in recognition. Dragging Yuuri with him to a long table seated with many other females dressed in silver garments along with many more students in robes and blue ties. He easily made a seat for himself and Yuuri shoving their bags under the bench and shooting off in rapid French with the girl he greeted. The Japanese man let his gaze roam the table filled to brim with dishes of all origins. His brown eyes caught a dish of particular interest. His hands reached for it faster than Viktor could say "vkusno."

"Ehh Yuuri~" Viktor's voice froze him in place. "Are you trying to ruin that beautiful figure of yours?" He asked wrapping an arm around Yuuri's side, eyeing the large pork cutlet bowl now situated in front of them.

"No. no. Of course not!" Yuuri denied shaking his head violently. Though the refutation was contradicted by his hand reaching for a pair of chopsticks.

"I suppose I could let it slide just this once as your coach since you are going to skate that off tomorrow. Buut…" He leaned towards his student. "You have to share." Yuuri blushed but nodded, holding out one of the steaming cutlets. Viktor took a bite right from the proffered chopsticks savoring the flavor.

"Not quite as good as your mother's but delicious." Yuuri smiled trying the dish himself before giving a nod of approval. They simultaneously noticed the entire table staring open mouthed at them. Yuuri jumped and quickly hid his face behind his dish while Viktor just leaned further down maneuvering his arm onto Yuuri's shoulder so he could rest his chin comfortably upon the other man. His actions earned him the cutest squeak and more hurried gestures to eat the egg and rice. The headmaster Dumbledore rose to address the crowd.

"I'm sure many of you are wondering who are two guests are." He began giving a nod to the two figure skaters who waved at the students. "I am very pleased to announce that Viktor Nikiforov and Katsuki Yuuri are figure skaters who have most graciously agreed to give us a performance during the Yule Ball tomorrow night. Please extend them the warmest of welcomes."