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Harry couldn't help but breathe a huge sigh of relief when Dumbledore opened up the dance floor by joining the champion pairs with professor McGonagall. The couple swirled fluently onto the floor, taking the attention off the champion pairs and inviting the eager spectators to flock upon the dance floor. The raven haired boy wanted to escape as fast and inconspicuously as possible but Parvati was enjoying herself. She practically dragged Harry across the dance floor where Hermione and Krum were also still dancing.

Spotting Harry being reluctantly spun next to her Hermione gave him a huge grin but her eyes were captivated by something over Harry's shoulder. Seeing the confusion on her friend's face Hermione discretely pointed. The boy spun Parvati to look at what had held the witch's attention. A most unexpected pair had entered the floor.

The two muggle figure skaters had elegantly spun their way to the center of the mass of people and were dancing with more strength and grace than Harry thought was possible. What held his attention was the way the two seemed completely oblivious to anyone around them. They only had eyes for each other, laughing as one dipped only to be caught in the gentle grip of another.

They moved across the glittering white floor never once even brushing another couple, spinning so close any mishap would have sent both crashing to the unforgiving ground. But not once did he see the two men stumble or hesitate, they moved with absolute confidence and trust. Harry wondered vaguely if what he was witnessing was what true partner dancing was supposed to look like. Tearing his gaze away was like trying to take one's eyes off a shooting star, a far too perfect and rare entity to be ignored, but he did so nonetheless to scan the outskirts where long white benches and tables were situated.

Harry quickly spotted Ron slouched off to the side with Padma. He clearly had no intention of joining the gale of colors weaving in and out of each other in the center of the snow dusted room. As casually as possible Harry guided Parvati out of the throng and towards his best friend.

"Can you believe Hermione is here with Krum?" Were the first words of greeting out of the redheads mouth. Harry gave a non-committal shrug watching the dancing crowd. Several songs came and went before Hermione came to join the two couples with Viktor Krum in tow panting with exertion but her face lit with a brilliant smile.

"Oh isn't this just wonderful. I think Hogwarts ought to do this sort of thing more often." She said grabbing a passing drink. "And look Viktor is giving out autographs." Krum looked slightly confused but followed her gaze towards a small gathering of students only a few tables away. The tall Russian figure skater was smiling graciously his hand moving swiftly to give out autographs and answer questions for the muggle born fans.

Harry noted the dark haired man smiling much more shyly behind Viktor, also handing out a few signed pieces of parchment. Yuuri, if Harry recalled correctly, reached for a drink but it was smoothly taken out of his hand by his silver haired peer. Viktor leaned down to whisper something in the man's ear, glancing at the tall chute of alcohol he just confiscated. Yuuri's face glowed red and he shook his head violently. Looking satisfied the man turned away and maneuvered through the crowd as easily as fish through water after leaving the shorter man with a few more words. Yuuri gave a couple of polite smiles and nods before making his excuses and detaching himself from the frenzy.

"Oh I missed my chance but I can still get Nikiforov's autograph."Hermione turned to her date. "I'm sorry Viktor, do you mind? It will only be a moment." The quidditch player nodded but Harry thought he didn't look particularly pleased. For that matter Ron didn't either.

"What' so special about him anyway. What even is muggle 'figure skating'?" He muttered. Harry thought the acerbity was rather unwarranted but didn't feel like arguing with his friend.

"Uhh. I think that is." Harry said open mouthed, guiding Ron's gaze to the person who had just exited a nearby corridor. Ron's mouth fell agape along with most others in the vicinity.

"Merlin's beard." Ron breathed.

The man walking through a parting crowd towards the dance floor was completely different from the timid blushing man that had been signing autographs a moment before, nor was he the exuberant and free dancer that had amazed the ball. Yuuri Katsuki glasses were gone and his dark hair was sleeked back stylishly. However his outfit was most eye catching. Midnight black accented with glittering white crystal, it hugged the man's figure complementally.

He walked with confident determination, striding up to Viktor who stood waiting for him by the dance floor completely void of people. Before their eyes, frozen mist rose off the ground and the stage turned into crystal blue ice. Dumbledore eyes sparked with approval as he stood and lifted his wand to his throat.

"It gives me great pleasure." The headmaster began, his voice magically amplified through the hall. "To introduce the top figure skater representing Japan, and silver medalist in this year's Grand Prix Final, Yuuri Katsuki!" Harry gathered with Ron and Hermione, now clutching a piece of parchment with drying ink, by the side of the rink of watch in fascination as the skater took off to the center of the stage. He lifted his right hand to brush his lips across something on his finger. A gold ring Harry realized. It was amazing he hadn't noticed it before, but now it was impossible to ignore, shining like a tiny sun illuminated by the silver lights.

The melody began and Yuuri was off. His body moved with the music and ice, stepping and gliding with far more elegance than Harry thought could be exhibited on such a frozen, unforgiving surface. He was a zephyr on the ice, his blades leaving complex trails of dazzling particles flung into the cool air. He spread arms opening himself into a graceful arc. Then his body tensed and the skater launched himself into the air to hundreds of gasps. Yuuri spun in the air before landing on one foot swinging his other out to rotate his body back into the proper orientation. Without giving the audience so much as a second to get over their shock the dark figure launched himself back into the air rotating faster than a sneakoscope before landing in a scintillating shower of ice.

This time the jump was met with loud cheers and applause. Harry glanced at the spectating figure skater and saw that Viktor's eyes were as luminous as the blue ice Yuuri now skated on. Far too quickly the music reached a peak and the Japanese man halted with one arm raised to his shoulder and the other wrapped around his waist.

A few seconds of silence passed as the students realized the performance was over then cheers erupted across the hall. Even the previously skeptical wizard and witches joined in the clapping. Harry noted with a tad bit of annoyance that Hermione and Cho Chang were jumping and clapping enthusiastically, their faces flushed. Yuuri Katsuki looked up, smiling and waving to the crowd before skating towards the open and waiting arms of Viktor Nikiforov.

Yuuri tried his best to hide his shaking hand behind his back as he walked through the congregation of students all staring open mouthed at him. Of course Viktor noticed though. As he reached the edge of the ice his hand were taken in the pale and slender grip of his coach.

"You're nervous." He stated. Yuuri nodded not quite meeting Viktor's eyes. It was silly he knew, to be so anxious about a simple exhibition. A warm hand slipped under his chin and tilted it up. Yuuri let the blue of Viktor's eyes fill his vision until they were all he saw and cared about. The taller man leaned down wrapping his arms around Yuuri's smaller frame.

"Don't be." He whispered. "Remember what you are skating for out there."

"Who." Yuuri correct. "Who I'm skating for." Viktor pulled back his eyes wide but a smile dominated his features. Looking up at the pale hair and lashes of his fiance Yuuri noticed the flitter of snowflakes drifting down around them catching Viktor's long lashes before vanishing.

"They're beautiful aren't they." He said. Viktor titled his head prompting Yuuri clarify. "The snow flakes, they're beautiful." Viktor smiled folding his student into his arms once more.

"They are. But they aren't as beautiful as you." Yuuri felt his face heat up. In a rush of boldness he reached up and pulled Viktor even lower, tangling his fingers into the soft silver hair and brushing his lips against his ear.

"Don't take your eyes off me." He whispered before breaking off and skating to the center of the newly created ice rink as Dumbledore announced his name. Yuuri raised hand to brush his lips across the golden ring that represented everything he loved and he knew Viktor was mirroring his gesture on the side of the rink. That knowledge, more than anything else, calmed his racing heart and stilled his hands as In Regard to Love: Eros began. Viktor had told him that he would be doing a shortened version of his program with an edited step sequence and only two jumps. When questioned, Viktor simply smiled and raised a finger to his lips in an endearingly familiar gesture.

Yuuri focused on the music flowing with it into a spread eagle then, triple axel, he landed it cleanly, followed by a triple salchow, another clean land. He heard the appreciative shouts. Good that meant the students were enjoying the performance, he hadn't disappointed them, he had shown them his love on the ice. The music cuts as he finished his pose. Clapping filled the room disrupting the gentle flow of snow and sending little streams of them swirling through the cheering students and faculty.

Yuuri raised his arms and waved his thanks to the spectators before making his way to the man who awaited him with arms spread and a huge grin on his youthful face.

"You were great Yuuri." He purred nuzzling the soft locks of hair.

"Well it was short and there were only two jumps, it didn't have a high difficulty-" Viktor totally ignore him just squeezing even harder. "You never told me why I'm only doing such a short program. I thought you were the one invited for a performance?"

"Yes, but I don't have your stamina and I haven't gotten back in shape yet for my next competitive season." He pulled away holding Yuuri at arm's length. "So I thought I'd give the kids best of both worlds. Your lovely Eros skate and…"Viktor shrugged off his formal jacket revealing the purple costume from his Sochi Grand Prix days.

"You're doing Stay Close to Me." Yuuri said appreciatively.

"No. We are doing Stay Close to Me. The music if for our pair skate." Yuuri glanced up surprised. "I originally wanted to let you do your full Eros and I'd skate Agape but better let you do a short program so we can focus on this skate. Don't want to drop you on a lift." Viktor said winking. "We're mixing it up though. I'll start and you'll join me, after that it's the same routine. Here's your outfit." He lifted a small black bag. "Get changed, relax and it's time for us to show these kids what two medal winning figure skaters can do."

Feeling his throat tighten at the sight of his blue costume identical to Viktor's, Yuuri burrowed his face into the man's chest circling his hand around the lean figure. The shining stage use to be for Viktor, and him alone. Yuuri thought he would never reach that stage, to skate on the same ice as his idol and be acknowledged as a fellow competitor. But now not only did he have more than he ever dreamed of, but Viktor was sharing everything he had with Yuuri, including the brilliant stage.

"Thank you." He breathed gently hoping Viktor would understand that his thanks was for more than the Russian skater could guess. He must have understood though. A moment later soft hands wrapped around Yuuri's head holding him closer while familiar lips planted a kiss on the crown of his head.

"No, Thank you Yuuri." The warm whisper sent a pleasant shiver through Yuuri's body. He thought he could be content for the rest of the night simply remaining in Viktor's arms but his coach pulled away hitching a semi-serious look onto his face.

"Come on. We have a crowd to surprise."

By the time Yuuri had gotten changed and took a drink of water the headmaster had already announced Viktor's entrance. Yuuri took up his position on the side of the rink ready for his cue. Ardent Italian filled the silenced hall flowing with Viktor's body as he pivoted along with the lyrics. The five time gold medalist had always been the only other skater who scored consistent high marks on presentation.

The entire audience was spell bound watching the embodiment of grace soar by. The first perfect jump garnered loud cheers. No matter how many times Yuuri watched Viktor skate it always entranced him. He still had trouble believing that he was somehow the inspiration for the work of art leaping into the frozen air before him.

Viktor has always been Yuuri's inspiration, the spark that ignited his love for skating.

The third jump, flawlessly executed.

Now they were each other's inspiration.

Yuuri skated onto the ice melding fluidly into Viktor's hands, each enraptured in the other's presence.

Yuuri could still hear the roaring of the crowd after their first successful lift but as he spun to face his lover the world faded away. It was only the two of them on the ice. Skating hand in hand, bodies separating only to press close once more as they led each other across the ice. In Yuuri's eyes there was only the glowing form of Viktor and he knew his partner had eyes for nothing else in the world. Every dip and caress was full of tender affection. Their clasped hands bathed in waves of gold as their rings shone more brightly than any other light.

As the aria drew to a close the two skaters slid to a halt, foreheads touching, right hands clasped and the other circled delicately around each waist. The world was coming back into focus, noise other than their panting breath began to register. The roaring cheers and clapping shook the air. There were even some emotional tears streaming down to freeze on the ground along with icy flakes. Every student was on their feet, some who knew the tradition threw flowers onto the rink.

"I think we surprised them." Viktor whispered softly, pressing a kiss to the temple of the man he held in his embrace. Yuuri smiled picking up a red rose and holding it up for his love.

"I think we did."