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His summer had been... well, pretty freaking amazing. Not only had he got a lot of training in and gone to see family in Mumbai, but he'd also gotten to go to the Quidditch World Cup in Germany with his girlfriend... alone! It had been great! They'd gotten to drive around in a super expensive Porsche, the hotel was amazing, and they'd had tons of great food. But he also got to buy her a lot of pretty awesome gifts. He absolutely loved to shower her in gifts. Her reaction when she was looking at something expensive, decided she couldn't afford it, then Vikram taking it off the rack was priceless. She'd insisted that she couldn't pay, but Vik didn't mind. Money wasn't important to him, seeing her smile was. And while was she denying wanting it, Vikram could see the subtle smile on her face each time. He lived for that smile. Gods above, that smile melted his heart every single time. Vikram had been sad to leave Germany because he would miss his girlfriend. The week they had together was just perfect. Sure, he'd had fun with his cousin in Mumbai and enjoyed the training sessions with India's Quidditch team, but the best part of his summer was the week alone with Csuri. He just hoped this school year would be normal for them so he could enact his plan at the end of the year. He'd need her help for that, after all.

The train ride to school had been pretty boring, to be honest. Him and Kavi had been sat with a bunch of their friends, sure, but he wished he could sit with Csuri. Kavi was also glum because his girlfriend was a Prefect now too and they couldn't sit together. But their friends were happy when they both bought a bunch of snacks off the trolley. Vikram had been looking on the platform for Csuri, but she'd sneaked off so he found her when he walked into the Great Hall. He didn't much care for the Sorting Feast, he just wanted to say hi to her. Sitting down beside her, Vikram smirked at her and turned slightly, so it didn't look like they were sitting together, they were just next to each other. "Hey, I was looking for you on the platform," he said quietly, so as to not be overheard. "Wanted to ride up to the school with you since we couldn't sit together on the train." Vikram knew that Csuri hated all the mushy crap, but he couldn't help himself... every time he was around, he just wanted to pour his heart out.

He rolled his eyes at her comment about it being a better reason for her to walk instead of riding in the carriage. If she wanted to walk, she could have told him that and they could have walked together. She knew he liked to run like... ten miles a day so a short walk wasn't even bothersome. She shifted and said that she'd gotten notes ready for the Quidditch practices. Strategy was always her thing, he was more of the "I'll figure it out on the fly" type. And thus far it was proving to work out his way. He was the best keeper in the school, and had been for a while. "Yeah, that's great and all," he said, shifting a little to look over at her. "I was hoping to catch up a little before we dove headfirst into our last year here. You know, with my girlfriend." Vikram knew that was a no-no word for her in public, but he really didn't care. He'd stand up in the middle of the Sorting Feast and announce to the whole school that he was dating Csuri and it wouldn't affect him at all. In fact, he just might do that, so that she'd stop being so neurotic with the worrying about people finding out. Hell, people probably already figured something was up with them, what with the citrus flinging and then immediate disappearances. And their best friends definitely knew. A werewolf and a half-vampire... they definitely smelled each other on them. No way they didn't know. So why did it bother her so much?

He saw her narrow her eyes at him when he called her his girlfriend, then she hit him in the side with her elbow. He oofed, but thankfully not loud enough to draw attention. To a casual onlooker, they looked to be doing their normal rival bantering and Csuri hit him. But she did relent and at least talk about her summer after Germany so he didn't have to prod her further to get her compliance. Of course it was boring news, but it was on par for her. Reading and trying new recipes was her thing. If not for the snark behind it, he was sure she'd have been a Ravenclaw. "Thanks," he said, still a little winded from the elbow to the ribs. "Was it that hard?" he asked, flashing her a mischievous smirk. Sure, she'd prolly hit him again, but if he didn't sass her snark, it was just unbalanced. They certainly had a strange relationship and anyone on the outside would probably think it was unhealthy, but Vikram could definitely see the love brewing in that pewter cauldron she called her facade. Her walls fell before him like Constantinople before the Ottoman cannons.