A/n: I'm not dead! Not that I think any of you thought I was, but just so you know, I'm not. I got a lot of positive responses to this, and I want to give a huge thanks to snowywolf7 for inspiring me with their story inspired by me. It's an awesome story with more Victuri, go check it out!

Also big thanks to kurosakiami01 for betaing for me! This would have several issues if not for them.

Have some fluff. Y'all deserve it.

Victor sat down next to his nephew. For once, it was at the Gryffindor table (was that the right name? These British people were weird). It looked like Viktor had made friends with the kid with fluffy black hair, and his two friends. Victor was glad, his nephew needed friends who weren't just with him for the fame.

He dragged Yuri down next to him even as he reached for one of the many dishes on the table. He carefully watched Viktor for a moment. He looked much better than he had when they first got here. Looked like he made the right decision. Plus, it was a chance to have a lot of alone time with Yuri. After all, he'd made sure they shared a room.

Next he examined his nephew's new friends. Hmmm, a red-head with a tons of freckles, a bushy-haired brunette, and a too-thin boy with bright green eyes. He was the same boy that Yuri had skated with. Victor watched as he filled his plate with the minimum amount of food his friends would let him get away with - sometimes misjudging where the food was and going a little too far (Maybe his glasses were the wrong prescription?) - and only ended up eating half of it.

Hmmmm...he would have to see if it was a regular occurrence. If it was, then obviously he would have to take a Drastic Action and badger him into going to the hospital wing. In the meantime, he had other things to worry about.

Girls (and a few boys as well) kept giggling at him and Yuri in the hallway, and then walking up to try to say something. None of them actually managed to make it to them, always turning red and walking away before they could. Maybe it had something to do with the whispers he heard about Christmas. He thought for a moment. Ah, he would just ask his adorable nephew!

"So, what's this I hear about Christmas?"

The looks on their faces were incredible. Every single one of their jaws dropped in a comical fashion, except for Viktor, who just dropped his head into his hands. "Uncle, do you really not know? There's a Yule Ball that's being held tomorrow for everyone old enough. Everyone's been wondering who you two would be going with."

"What? Yuri, how did we miss this? I didn't bring anything for this! What am I going to wear? I'm not going to have enough time to be ready!"

"Victor, calm down. It will be fine." Yuri just patted him on the back in an attempt to comfort him. He was a little sad that Yuri no longer panicked when he started his antics. Maybe being around him so long desensitized him... Well, at least he didn't have to find a partner for it. Of course Yuri would be going with him. Who else would he go with?

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Yuri was so glad his ballet teacher had seen fit to teach him more traditional dances. Sure, when he had learned them, he had never really thought that he would use them, but as it turned out...he would. For the entire night in fact. Although he still wasn't sure who he would be dancing with.

Unfortunately, he didn't really have a partner to take to the Yule Ball. Since he and Victor had spent the majority of their time either outside practicing or with Viktor, the news that there was a ball somehow slipped by them. Which was why he was sitting on his soft, fluffy bed (Hogwarts had some very nice extra rooms) watching Victor moan about how he didn't have a partner.

"Yuri, what am I supposed to do? How did we miss this?"

A thought struck him, and he nearly rejected it out of reflex. Sure, he and Victor had been getting closer, but surely there was no way the man would agree. Then again, he had caught Victor staring at him more than once, and he knew Victor knew he knew. Whenever he caught him, he would just wink and return to what he was doing. It was frustrating, but maybe it meant he had a chance.

And then there was the kiss.

It was one of those things that you just couldn't stop thinking about, despite the fact that you knew that no matter how much you pick at it, it won't make more sense. He was so confused on what it meant. Things had mostly gone back to normal after the China Cup, with the exception of the staring. He hadn't been able to work up the courage to ask Victor about it, which left him spinning in circles in his mind. Did it mean something? Was it just a spur of the moment kind of thing, and now he was supposed to pretend it never happened? Where did it leave them relationship-wise? Were he and Victor boyfriends now?

He was just so unsure.

But, as his mother said, if you don't try, you'll never know. He watched as Victor tore through his closet in an attempt to find something suitable (Yuri thought that maybe he sometimes forgot they were wizards) and took a deep breath.

"Hey, Victor..."

"Hmmm..?"

"Would you be my date to the Yule Ball?"

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Nervousness was a foreign sensation to Harry. He wasn't nervous at home (if it could be called that), just scared. He wasn't nervous during quidditch, because he could focus on catching the snitch. The problem was...he didn't have anything to focus on. He couldn't focus on dancing, because they weren't dancing yet. He couldn't focus on his date, because she was too busy trying to get him to smile at the crowd.

Which left him staring at all those people, wondering just how badly he would embarrass himself when he tried to dance. He found himself scanning the crowd for a familiar (friendly) face. Ron, Neville, Luna, the twins, Lee. They were all smiling at him, trying to get him to lighten up, but it didn't help. He was still nervous (scared of embarrassment).

Then he found salvation. Yuri and Victor. He was so glad they were there that he nearly fainted (was it possible to faint from sheer relief?). That feeling only increased when, right before the music for the dance started, Yuri mouthed something at him. He very nearly missed it. He couldn't hear it, the crowd was too loud for that, but somehow he managed to figure out what he said anyway.

Listen.

Listen? Listen to what? The crowd? Listen to Yuri? What was he supposed to listen to?

And then, as the music started and the crowd grew quiet, he thought that maybe he understood. He was supposed to listen to the music, and let it guide him. Or something like that. He could be completely off base. But maybe he could focus on catching the beat of the music like he would catch a snitch.

And just like that, dancing grew ten times easier. He moved in sync with the music, and in sync with his partner. Out of the corner of his eye, he noted that Krum seemed to be doing the same thing he was. After a minute, it became almost...fun. He didn't think he would ever voluntarily seek out opportunities to dance, but perhaps it wasn't the horrifying and terrifying thing that he had thought it was.

When the music ended, he was almost sad. Almost. Relief at having not embarrassed himself, along with gratitude to Yuri for the help (he still wasn't sure if he had gotten the message right...). He immediately led Parvati off the dance floor and over to where Ron and his date were. They talked for a minute, and then the next song started.

They really weren't paying any attention to the dance, not until the gasps of awe and hushed whispers became too much to ignore. When they finally turned around and looked, they had no choice but to join the ranks of admirers as they watched what would be the most beautiful dance of the night. It was Victor and Yuri dancing together.

They danced with each other, separated, came back together, like two rivers that would flow parallel for just a minute, and then split apart only to find themselves together once more. It was amazing. Sure, they had known that figure skaters had a certain amount of grace just from being able to do what they do on the ice, but they had never imagined that it would translate to land quite like this.

It didn't even occur to them that they should be offended or angry at the thought of two men being in a relationship (for that was what it was). No, they were too caught up in trying to memorize every detail so that they could tell the tale to others.

When it finally ended, the two men had wrapped their arms around each other, smiles lighting up their faces. They separated slowly, as if coming out of a trance, and then seemed startled when they noticed that they were the only ones on the dance floor. When the cheering started, they were even more startled, and then the smiles returned at full force.

And then the moment was over, and they were moving over to the punch station to get a drink after their tiring affair on the dance floor. Harry absently wondered if that kind of wonderful relationship was like the one his parents had had. How different would his life have been if they were still alive?

He shook himself. There was no use spending time pondering the what ifs. He just had to keep moving forward. But...maybe he could stop and smell the lilies on the way.

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Yuri sighed. Sure, he enjoyed dancing, but there were just too many people for him to be comfortable. Really, he just wanted to be out on the ice where he could relax. But in order to get out there, he'd have to tell Victor where he was going, which would ensure he came with him. Which...might not actually be a bad thing. It had been a while since either of them just skated.

The song ended, and he lead Victor off the dance floor and towards the exit.

"Yuri, where are we going?" Asked Victor, not protesting, but still curious.

"Ah, I wanted to take a breather. I'm still not comfortable around large crowds, so I thought maybe we could go skate for a bit." Yuri explained.

"Sounds perfect!" Victor exclaimed as he took the lead and headed toward their room. "We'll need our jackets and skates, so we can make a quick stop in our rooms, right?"

"Of course," said Yuri. The walk passed in silence broken only by the sound of their footsteps. It felt like only a few moments had passed when they arrived at their room, and Yuri made sure he got to the door first. There was something he needed to grab that he couldn't have Victor seeing yet.

They grabbed their skates and jackets, got bottles of water from the house-elves, and headed outside. They laced their skates, cast the spells to make sure the ice was safe, and then they were free. Or at least /felt/ like they were free. Yuri began warming up slowly when an idea hit him. A mischievous grin spread across his face, and he turned to where Victor was carefully stretching his muscles.

"Hey, Victor," he said as he slowly skated towards the white-haired man. He reached out with one hand as he passed behind Victor and snagged the end of his scarf. "Catch me if you can!"

Yuri skated away as fast as he could, looking back once to make sure that Victor wasn't mad at him. Victor was shocked for a moment, and then he shook it off and laughed as he chased Yuri.

They proceeded to play a game of cat and mouse, feeling more like children than they had in years. Finally, Victor managed to grab the back of Yuri's jacket, pulling him backwards into his embrace. He whispered in his ear, "Yuri...I caught you. What's my prize?"

"V-Victor! Ah...umm...a kiss?" Yuri's voice lifted an octave higher at the end of his question-statement.

"I accept," said Victor. He then proceeded to do exactly as he said, and kissed Yuri. Yuri's heart pounded throughout it, thinking that he finally had real confirmation of where they stood relationship-wise, and that the whole night was turning out to be absolutely perfect. Or, he did until they collapsed onto the ice.

They stared at each other for a minute, and then burst out laughing at the sheer ridiculousness of it. They stayed that way until Yuri felt something in his pocket and remembered what he wanted to do while they were out there.

"Hey, remember how your birthday is today? Well, I decided to get something for both of us..." He pulled the small box out of his pocket and handed it to Victor. Victor slowly opened, and when he saw what was inside, his face lit up like fireworks.

"Yuri...they're perfect," said Victor. He set the box down on his leg, grabbed Yuri's hand, and took one of the matching set of rings out of the box. "I suppose this is where we say something, isn't it?"

"I think for us, we've already said enough," replied Yuri. Victor put the ring on his finger, and Yuri repeated the same for him. They shared one last kiss before they stood up and headed back inside. Unfortunately, they knew they would be missed if they stayed away from the ball for too long, so they had to go back. But the time out there was worth it.

Too bad neither of them noticed the quiet clicking of a iPhone camera capturing each and every moment.

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Then next morning, Victor and Yuri went to the Great Hall, only to be greeted by screams and phones in their faces. They took one look, grabbed food and drinks, and retreated to their den.

It was way too early to face fans and critics. Way, way too early.