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Rival Hearts	By : KohakuShadow Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2852 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter
2: Pumps

Dean forcibly dragged Seamus through the portrait hole.
He got Neville to help, somehow, the sheepish boy was pushing on
Finnigan's spine. Seamus dug his heels in, but in the end this only
served to land him face first on the carpet with a loud crash.

It had been a really close game. They'd been tied almost
the entire way through, and Harry only barely beat Malfoy to the
snitch. The crowd had erupted. Seamus had too, at first. It wasn't
that he didn't want to celebrate with everyone else. He was just
seriously regretting his big mouth. Harry might feel forgiving in
his good mood, but he knew he wouldn't be so lucky with Dean.

He sat up on the floor, Indian style, and rubbed his
nose. Dean, he realized, had abandoned him to Neville's care.
Neville was stuttering out some apology and asking something like
'are you okay?' Seamus barely registered the words. He was watching
Dean stroll over and drape an arm over Ginny's shoulder, and another
over Ron's. They huddled, laughing, and Dean strolled off with an arm
still around Ginny. Ron called after them, "Hey! Something
that'll go good with red pumps!"

Seamus turned quite a bright shade of tomato, knowing
exactly what Ron was referring to. Harry was laughing too. Hermione
was the only one who looked slightly disapproving, and that was
slight--like she was enjoying the joke, but was morally
opposed to enjoying it in some way, and so her nose ended up wrinkled
and scrunched--caught between an irritated clucking noise and a
girlish giggle. Seamus wasn't stupid. He wasn't! It was just...he
sort of tended to do stupid things. If nothing was happening he just
had to make something happen. It was an impulse that was hard
to deny.

He sulked, and in sulking let his mind wander. If only
his love life were as easy to make interesting as their potions
assignments were. Dean had Ginny, though things seemed pretty
turbulent and rocky these days. Seamus figured couples just went
through those phases. Ron and Hermione were practically married,
even if they didn't know it yet. Well, at least Harry wasn't seeing
anyone--Seamus was convinced it was because Harry had damn awful
taste in girls. Cho Chang? Sure, she was pretty, he supposed, in that
I spend three hours in front of the mirror every bloody morning
until not even an eyelash is out of place sort of way. Seamus
figured his dream girl--whoever she was and whatever she was
like--would be more of an effortless beauty. One of those people who
just radiate something so special you can fixate on it for hours
without realizing you'd been doing it. Something stupid and little
like...hm...this one was tough. Something almost insignificant, like
the loose way Krum held books as if they were something precious that
he was afraid to damage and you could just imagine one slipping out
of his broom-calloused fingertips and the look of surprise he'd
wear...and then he'd lean over and pick it up slowly. His eyes would
shift a bit, like he was wondering if anyone had seen the awkward
moment, and he'd pull the book close to his chest, probably, but his
fingers wouldn't clutch the worn surface any tighter. When he sat
down to read he would be frowning. His hand would come up
occasionally as if to brush something from his eyes, but there being
nothing in his eyes--two fingers would caress the skin around it--one
would glide across his brow and arch around the tender flesh of the
eye, the other would cross the bridge of his nose and trace the
protuberance of cheekbone just below his eye socket, and they would
meet at the corner, gently curl inward upon themselves. His hand
would slide down thoughtfully until the first knuckle of his pointer
finger was resting on his bottom lip, and he would stare off into
space like there was something on his mind that was so much more
important than some stupid book.

Seamus shook his head. What the hell was that
about? He blinked at Neville, who was watching him in concern,
worrying his lower lip. How long had he dazed out like that?
"...er...I...hey! Exploding snap! Let me play winner!" he
declared, latching onto the first normal thing he saw.

"You can play loser," Angelina answered. "I
already called winner. Besides, you kind of suck, so it'll be an ego
boost for the other party."

Evil witch. The girls laughed at her joke. Actually,
Seamus sort of hated girls, which, come to think of it, is probably
what made them so hard to like. It wasn't like he was into
guys or anything. It's just that girls were so pushy and so
bossy he couldn't really bear to try spending too much time with
them, like, on purpose. Dormant hormones, or something. He figured
he'd grow out of it eventually, but his mum was getting impatient
about it, accusing him of being gay and all--not that she would
disown him or anything if he was. In fact, he thought she'd
probably just shrug it off like 'oh, so I was right after all'. It
was just, he wasn't. Not that there was anything wrong with
it. He wasn't homophobic or anything--that was more of a muggle
thing, really, and his dad was pretty open-minded too. Seamus figured
after finding out the woman of his dreams was a witch once he'd
already married her, his old man just sort of decided it was safer to
just accept pretty much everything as normal until informed
otherwise. Seamus wouldn't be able to convince anyone that he wasn't
that sort though, not now that his dear friends were plotting
to shove him into a dress and red pumps for All Hallows Eve, which,
for the record, was not like muggle Halloween. It was a ball much
like the Yule Ball. Everyone just got dressed up and there was a big
party with fireworks and lots of magic spectacles. He'd been looking
forward to going this year...until now. Now he was seriously wishing
he hadn't bet his last skiving snackbox on the Hufflepuff-Ravenclaw
match, but who would have ever thought Hufflepuff would actually
win?! Ernie Macmillan was being such a pompous arse about it all
Seamus really couldn't help it. And then he'd lost. Looks like he
was stuck. Well, he was a Gryffindor dammit! He'd take it like a man!
...in a dress. Ugh. This was going to suck, but it was his big mouth
that got him into it, so he'd just have to deal. He had, like, a
week to emotionally prepare himself. And Gryffindor had beat
Slytherin, which kicked arse. Okay, right. Lynch was on the road to
recovery, Gryffindor still had a damn good shot at House Cup, so what
if he had to wear a dress? It was only one night, and later, he'd be
able to laugh about it with everyone. Much later. Like...a month or
so. Seamus had never been particularly good at the long term. He
was impulsive and liked surprises. And Quidditch, of course. There
was nothing in the world better than Quidditch.

He managed to beat Lavender at exploding snap, but one
game was enough, while he was thinking things were pretty much okay.
He headed for the portrait hole.

Dean looked up. Hm? He wasn't with Ginny. Odd. Seamus
thought they were surgically joined by the hip. "Where you
goin', mate?" Dean asked.

Dean didn't look too happy, but Seamus wasn't good at
all that...comforting stuff. Conveniently, Dean generally preferred
to stew alone for a few hours and then got over it. "Owlery,"
Seamus said. "I'm gonna send a letter to mum about Harry's
brilliant seeking, and Lynch's interview in the Prophet and
stuff. I haven't done that yet."

Dean smirked slightly and called him a momma's boy. It
was a sort of running joke, but he knew Dean didn't really mean it as
an insult. His family was just close, was all. If anyone but Dean
had said it though, they were fighting words. Close friends always
somehow can turn insults into compliments.

'Well, I guess I'll go to the library first to write
it,' Seamus realized. Couldn't
really send his mum a letter without, well, a letter.
And the library should be all but abandoned at this hour. Even
Hermione was in the common room celebrating with everyone--which
mostly just meant she was reading over all the noise, where if
someone started a conversation with her, she'd join in. He didn't
know how anyone could study so much. Hadn't she just memorized all
her textbooks already?

He shook his head a bit. Who cared about Hermione,
anyway. Right, letter to mum. He pushed the doors open and realized
two things. Firstly, he didn't bring any parchment. Secondly, he also
didn't bring a quill. Well, he'd just have to ask Madam Pince if she
had some he could maybe borrow...with his best sheepish 'I am sooo
stupid' grin in place. He wouldn't tell her why he needed it. If
she asked, he'd beg and make up some awkward lie about a poem for
some girl. He had a feeling Madam Pince would be a sucker for that
kind of garbage.

Only problem seemed to be that as he made it over to the
librarian's station, Madam Pince was nowhere to be found. Well, he'd
just sneak some off, she'd never notice. He sneaked behind the desk
and started rummaging. Let's see, there's an envelope, and some
parchment. Quill, quill..."

"Excuse me," a voice above him said. Oh. Crap.
"Vhere is the section for books on social gatherings?"

Seamus startled upwards to find Viktor Krum on the other
side of the desk. "I...what?" Smooth, Seamus. Oh so very.

Viktor looked a little surprised. "I did not know
you vorked here."

"I...no, not me. Just, er, looking for a quill."
Where the hell did Madam Pince keep her quills?

"I haff a spare..." Krum offered, shuffling a
bit and holding it out.

Seamus had no good
reason to deny it when he was looking for one, and came out from
behind the desk to take it. When his hand paused before Viktor quite
released it, the older man said, "Vill you help me?"

"Er...with what?"

"I am unfamiliar with English customs regarding All
Hallows Eve. I vould like to go, but...I do not vant to make a fool
of myself."

"Uh, well, it's not that much different from the
Yule ball," Seamus answered. "I mean, you know, wear
something nice, and there's food and dancing and stuff."

"So...I should haff a date," Viktor frowned a
bit like that was a snag in the plan.

"Well, you don't
have to. I mean,
you're not a Tri-Wizard Champion, so it's not like, obligatory."

Viktor seemed to be thinking on something intensely for
a long moment. "You vill attend?"

Oh god. The dress. "I, uh, haven't really decided
yet. I mean, there's...this other thing, so, I might do that
instead."

"Ah, I see. Vell, if you do, then maybe I vill see
you there."

Viktor left the library, leaving Seamus staring after
him, confused. He was a complete enigma. There was no way to tell
what Krum was thinking. Not that Seamus cared what such a weird guy
was thinking, except he sort of...cared. Just a little. Out of
curiosity. So really it wasn't caring, so much as a very idle, very
passing interest. What had he come to the library for again? Oh,
right. Letter to his Mum. About Lynch and stuff. Somehow, he'd
mentioned Krum in the letter. Just a little. Said he was coaching at
Hogwarts after his team got sacked for the year, that he'd loaned him
a quill and that 'he's not such a bad bloke, I guess, for a
Bulgarian.'

***

The day of the ball sneaked up on him. It was like
October had just evaporated until the only memory he had of the
entire month was a brief encounter with Krum in the library and then
the morning of the 31st, finding a white box at the foot of his bed.
He knew what had to be in it, but was afraid to look. He peeked
anyway, and swallowed a lump at the sight. It had been bad, seeing
the poofy under-lace in the box. It was worse when he pulled it out
to get dressed.

There were red patent-leather heels that would make his
cousin proud. White thigh high-stockings. The dress was a fifties
retro style with a full, but short, skirt and wide straps attached to
the dress with large red buttons. The buttons didn't really button
anything--they were just there for show. There was a lot of white
lace under the skirt to keep it poofy and poodle-skirt ish, except
that instead of coming to his ankles it ended mid thigh. Square
necked, red...with large white polka dots. There was a matching
choker in red velvet with a white crystal heart ornament, and a
lolita-ish headband that matched the dress. Seamus frowned at his
reflection and cast a charm to make his hair temporarily grow down to
his shoulders like a girl's.

Harry apparently took some pity on him, because the door
to the Boy's Dormitory opened to reveal him with Hermione, who was
carrying a small pink bag. "Er, I thought, you know, you might
want help with your makeup," Harry said awkwardly. Good grief,
Seamus actually had really nice legs. Not that he was checking him
out. It's just that they were there for all the world to see and
everything.

"...right.
Thanks," Seamus answered, scrunching his nose as his longer hair
got stuck in the ribbon he was trying to tie behind his neck. Ow.
Okay. There. How did girls do this stuff all the time? He sat still
as Hermione painted a bunch of unknown powders and pencils and creams
across his face. No wonder girls were always so bitchy--having to go
through this crap whenever they wanted to go somewhere. He felt like
if he smiled, his face was going to crack. He smiled anyway.

"So what's the verdict?" he asked, pulling up
the last straps of his courage and spinning about once in a silly
little pirouette. He almost fell on his arse thanks to the heels.
Walking was going to be an exercise in patience for the night,
apparently.

"Like a really flat-chested girl," Harry said
as if awed by the transformation some lipstick and mascara could
produce.

"Good, maybe I'll get lucky and no Slytherins will
recognize me. I'll never live it down." He grinned impishly
though, lifting his arms behind his head and shifting his weight
playfully. "I don't know how girls wear this crap all the time.
The dress isn't too horrible--airy, ya know? But the stockings and
the heels, and..." he wiggled uncomfortably. "The panties.
The panties are the worst part..."

"You're wearing panties?!" Harry nearly
choked at the mental image.

"Well, yeah, you'd see my boxers through all the
ruffles, wouldn't ya? Dean really thought of everything. Scary
bastard. But I guess that's what friends are for, or something."

Hermione and Harry excused themselves. Seamus laughed at
them, calling after them "they're white and lacy!" because
he knew the 'panties' thing was giving them bad mental images, and he
just felt the need to rub it in a little for his own twisted
amusement.

***

Viktor didn't like attending parties alone. Having a
date tended to ward off his overly-adoring fans, but there was this
secret little hope lodged into the back of his mind that he couldn't
shake. 'Vhat if he also comes alone?'

Seamus walked in carefully. He almost tripped his way
down the stairs. Nobody had seen that, right? Bah. Dean was smirking
behind his hand. "So glad I could amuse you," he snipped
at his taller friend.

"Yeah," Dean answered. "Me too. Heh.
Don't look now, but you've got a fan."

Seamus had just been brushing some of his long hair out
of his face when Dean said so. He looked up and, "oh Merlin,
why him?"

Viktor Krum was standing there staring at him. Like,
really staring. He was holding a cup of punch, but didn't
seem to realize he was doing so. Someone next to the Quidditch
player was trying to get his attention, but Viktor didn't seem to
notice her. He was just standing there.

An hour later, Seamus could still feel eyes on the back
of his neck. When Viktor finally managed to catch his eye firmly
enough that Seamus couldn't pretend he didn't notice, he offered the
man a sheepish smile. 'Wish I looked that good in dress robes,'
Seamus thought. 'Oh god. He's coming over!'

Seamus felt cold dread in his chest as Viktor Krum
plodded toward him. The man seemed light as a feather on a
broomstick, but when he walked, each step seemed to bring more
attention to his sturdy build.

Viktor was standing over him, looking all...dashing.
No, not dashing just...well, sure, dashing. Everyone looked dashing
all dressed up, right? The Bulgarian's lips quirked up slightly into
a small smile.

"Vould you like to dance?"

Seamus found himself nodding and taking Viktor's hand
before his brain caught up with him. Oh crap. Well, what the hell?
The man obviously didn't recognize him. No one seemed to realize he
wasn't a girl other than the people who already knew--who had stopped
teasing him after about twenty minutes and gone off to dance. Ginny
was dancing with Neville Longbottom. Harry was dancing with Luna.
Dean had headed for the bathroom ten minutes ago and hadn't
reappeared.

And now? Now Viktor Krum's large hand was resting on his
lower back like it belonged there, and Seamus suddenly wasn't so sure
it didn't. Except for the fact that Viktor apparently thought he was
a cute girl rather than a goofy Irishman. Well, he'd go with it for
now. It felt nice. He stepped on Viktor's toes a few times, but the
older man didn't complain. Slow dances, fast dances, silly goofy
dances...Seamus thought his feet would fall off in these shoes, but
he didn't want to stop. He tried to remind himself he shouldn't be
having so much fun with a Bulgarian, but then Viktor would give him
this stupid little smile and all arguments melted. So what if he was
a Bulgarian? He wasn't like that bloke who beat on Lynch. Krum was,
you know, sweet, or something. And so what if he was coaching
Slytherin? It was his job, didn't mean he liked them. And he
smelled nice. By the last dance, Seamus found himself leaning
against Viktor's shoulder, listening to his heartbeat. His common
sense had abandoned him. His feet? What feet? He didn't notice they
hurt anymore--everything else felt so strangely perfect.

"You are a very pretty voman," Viktor murmured
in his ear. Seamus listened dreamily. "But I think, much
prettier as a man."

Seamus's head jerked up. Viktor was watching him very
seriously. He ran his hand over Seamus's cheek. "Shay-mis,"
he said slowly. "This pronunciation...it is good?" he
asked.

Seamus felt his cheeks color. "Y-yeah. It's...you
knew it was me? All along?"

"I hoped you vould come," Viktor answered
quietly. "I...hoped you vould not haff a date. If you had a
date, it vould haff been very hard to get you to dance with me."

Seamus found this endearing little fluttery feeling in
his chest. There was this bizarre little voice in the back of his
head telling him this was just the perfect moment for Viktor
to lean down and kiss him. His pulse was racing. How had he managed
not to notice until tonight just how handsome this man was?

"Vill you valk with me?" Viktor asked.

"Uh, what?" Smooth, Seamus. Tall, dark, and
dreamy just said something and you didn't hear a word.

"A valk?" Viktor answered with a little smile.
"Somevhere perhaps, more...quiet."

Seamus swallowed and nodded again. Quiet. By quiet he
had a feeling Viktor meant 'private'. "Y-yeah. Okay." Oh
god oh Merlin oh god oh...oh boy. Viktor Krum wanted private time
with him. In a dress. And panties. He felt like his heart was trying
to beat its way out of his chest as he let the man lace their arms
together and led him out of the party. The moon was full, glittering
on the lake. Viktor started leading them that way, but Seamus gave
his arm a tug and pulled him into one of the side doors. "This
way," he said. All the couples would be heading for that view,
he figured. They wanted to be alone, and right now, with the party
still going, the couples branching off for a view of the grounds,
somewhere inside of Hogwarts would be better. Just the two of them.
The only sound he heard was his heels tapping on the marble floor. On
second thought, he made Viktor stop a moment and slipped out of the
shoes, lacing their arms again and holding the heels in his other
hand. Oh. Feet. God they hurt. He didn't care. Viktor was giving him
these...looks.

"...what?"

"Your hair," Viktor said, reaching a hand up
to the shortening strands. The charm had worn off and Viktor reached
up, pulling the headband off and tucking it into his pocket for now.
"I like this vay much better."

Seamus opened his mouth to speak, but no sound came out
as Viktor leaned down and kissed his forehead. It was a catalyst.
The next kiss was on his temple. The one after that on his cheek,
and then he felt tongue and teeth grazing his earlobe, strong arms
wrapping around him. The pumps in his hand fell to the ground with a
dull clunk as Viktor tilted his head up and kissed him deeply. He
hadn't expected such passion. The kiss blazed a path of flame
through his stomach and down his spine. When the older man's tongue
slipped past his lips he didn't protest at all, reaching his arms up
to wrap around those broad shoulders. He'd never been kissed like
this. Never. So he figured it had to be a really good dream.

Viktor pulled back suddenly, gaze shooting up the hall.
Hey! No interruptions please! There were footsteps. He thought it
just had to be Filch. Couldn't the man just take one night
off? Leave him to his necking? "Come on," Seamus
whispered, hearing the footsteps growing closer. He grabbed Viktor's
hand and pulled him up the hall quickly, closing them into a supply
closet just before Filch turned the corner. He breathed deeply,
remembering suddenly as he stood pressed against Viktor, hand still
on the doorknob, that the red pumps had been left unceremoniously in
the middle of the hallway. Oh well. There was no way Filch would
figure out from that alone that they were locked up in here.
'Merlin, he smells so good.' Even with the strong lemony
scent of cleaning solution all around them, Viktor Krum's unique
scent still managed to overcome him. They listened to Filch mutter
and stomp his way up the hall.

When his footsteps stopped echoing, Viktor looked down
at him. "This spot is...very quiet," he said, and Seamus
could swear he heard the sharp edge of desire husking the Bulgarian's
voice.

"Yeah," Seamus exhaled shakily. "It is."
He swallowed and let his hand fall away from the knob. Viktor's
knuckles grazed over his cheek. He seemed to be searching Seamus's
gaze for something. Permission, maybe? 'Oh, hell with it.'
He put a hand on either side of Viktor's face and pulled the man down
into another kiss. They'd already inhaled one another's tonsils
tonight, and it had been good. He didn't see any reason not to
continue now that they were in a closet together where no one was
likely to go looking for them any time soon.

Viktor wrapped his arm around Seamus's back. He slid
his tongue past his lips and devoured parts of the Irishman's mouth
that Seamus had never even noticed he had before. The man's other
hand seemed to wander. It slid across his arm, past his shoulder, up
and down his side, leaving little sparks of desire wherever it went.

Their lips broke apart only when they needed to breathe,
and once they had enough oxygen again they went right back to trying
to swallow one another's tongues. Seamus's fingers padded and pawed
their excitement across Viktor's shoulders. Viktor's wandering hand
slid down past the ruffles on Seamus's hips and started to slide
along his thigh. They shifted a bit awkwardly so Seamus could lean
against the back wall. A small window cast silver slivers of
moonlight over Viktor's features, and Seamus nearly forgot to breathe
as the man descended ravenously upon him again, whispering his name.
His lips trailed from Seamus's mouth and across his jaw, down to his
throat and suckled at his collarbone. Now both hands were wandering
over Seamus's body. Down his sides, up his thighs. He could feel
the skirt rising as skin came into contact with skin.

When Viktor crushed their lips together again those
hands had found the lace panties covering his bum and cupped either
cheek. Seamus bucked and gasped into the kiss. He'd never been this
filled with want. Viktor whispered his name against Seamus's mouth
between kisses. Seamus had never imagined his name could sound so
beautiful.

"Viktor..." he rasped in return. He knew his
tone sounded needy. He was needy--he needed more touching,
more contact, more of Viktor's lips and his scent and his wonderfully
calloused hands.

The older man took this as permission and slid his hands
down into the lacy panties, massaging Seamus's rear, calloused hands
against bare flesh now. He nipped at Seamus's lips, then devoured him
in another intense kiss.

Seamus whimpered into it, feeling the panties sliding
down, freeing his weeping erection into the lace folds of his dress.
Viktor stopped when they reached his thighs. Seamus was panting. He
knew he'd let the Bulgarian do whatever he wanted without protest at
all. He didn't even care that it seemed he was about to lose his
virginity in a supply closet. Anything, as long as the man didn't
stop touching him.

Viktor trailed kisses down his neck again, across his
shoulder and collarbone. One of the straps had fallen off of
Seamus's shoulder in their eagerness, and Seamus only noticed when he
felt Viktor's tongue roll around the pert nipple they'd exposed.
"Aahn...Oh Merlin. Viktor..." he rasped. But the man kept
moving down without a word. His hands slid roughly down his chest and
sides, and then...

"Show me, Seamus..." Viktor rasped hoarsely.

"Huh?" Oh, speaking. Viktor wanted him to
show him something, but what? What could the man possibly want to
see, kneeling in front of him like that?

"Show me," Viktor breathed shakily. "How
much you vant me." His hand gently raised to slide along
Seamus's outer thigh. "Please show me..."

What Viktor was asking clicked. Seamus blushed
brightly, but nodded. He leaned forward a bit, fumbling with the
ruffled skirt until he managed to collect all the layers, and pulled
it up to expose the tense manhood standing at attention between his
thighs. It was incredibly embarrassing to stand there holding his
dress up like that, displaying his manhood above the panties about
his thighs, but also, he realized, incredibly sexy. A ripple of
guilty pleasure ran down his spine.

Viktor licked his lips. If it weren't for the wall he
was leaning against Seamus was sure he'd fall to the ground. With
the skirts out of the way, Viktor leaned forward, licking a long line
along the underside of the shaft. Seamus moaned, unable to keep his
volume in check. But if one lick wasn't bad enough, Seamus nearly
lost his mind when Viktor wrapped his mouth around the head, swirled
and dipped his tongue, licked him clean of the precum that had been
dripping from his tip, and then swallowed him easily. His hands
fisted and his body shook as Viktor so artfully manipulated him. His
head bobbed beneath the ruffled skirt, his strong hands kneaded
Seamus's bare arse.

Tears of pleasure caused Seamus's make-up to run.
Viktor seemed intent on devouring him. It wasn't long before he came
with a sharp cry, sobbing softly as Viktor sucked his release down to
the last drop and used his tongue to clean the flacid member before
gently pulling the panties back up to cover him.

When he rose, Viktor embraced Seamus tightly, nuzzled
his face into his shoulder. Seamus could feel the older man's turgid
member stabbing him in the hip. After catching his breath for a
moment, Seamus was able to move his limbs again, and tentatively
brought a hand to the bulge, beginning to knead it.

Viktor pulled back just enough to stop him, moving the
hand to his hip instead. "It is alright," he said, pulling
Seamus tightly against him again. "Just let me hold you a
vhile."

Seamus thought he wouldn't have minded, really. He'd
never done it before, but if Viktor didn't mind a bit of clumsiness,
he wouldn't have complained about pleasuring Viktor Krum in kind.
And if the man had wanted to bend him over and take him--that would
have been okay too. But Viktor was satisfied to caress his hair and
hold him tightly. He wrapped his arms around the Bulgarian's waist
and nuzzled against him. They stayed like that for a long time
before he dared speak again.

"Uh, Viktor?"

"Vhat is it?"

"I mean...it's just..."

"You vant to know vhen I became fond of you?"

"Well, yeah, kind of..." Not that he was
complaining. It was just he'd never had any sign before recently
that Viktor Krum even knew he existed.

"It vas a long time ago, but I vasn't sure. After
the Tri-Wizard Tournament, I saw you laughing and smiling with your
friends. I thought then you had a very stunning smile, and I fell in
love vith your laugh. But...at that time...I thought...I vasn't sure
because I also had this crush on Herm-own-ninny. My feelings began
then, but things vere not clear. Time passed, and I still dreamed
often of your smiling face and your laughter. It carried me through
many unhappy times. I thought--I must learn more about this person.
Vhen Herm-own-ninny mentioned funny things you'd done in letters, I
felt like I started to know you better. I vhanted to see your smiles
and laughter more. I vhanted to see your face again. Then Andrei
did vhat he did and ve could not play Qvidditch. I vhas offered this
job. I thought it vhas fate. I vhould have the chance to see you
again. But vhen I saw you again, you vhere not laughing. You vhere
upset about Lynch. And you vhere still very beautiful. I tried to
get time to spend vith you, but you did not seem to like me very
much. And tonight, you smiled at me. And vhen I asked you to dance,
you danced vhith me for hours upon hours. I thought, this is the
happiest I vill ever be in my whole life. And then vhe kissed--and
this vas even happier moment. I could not contain my joy. I vas
taken by the moment. I vent to fast with you. I don't vant you to
feel...used. I vill slow down. Next time, I vill ask you on a date
properly."

Seamus felt his insides turn to mush. This man was so
incredibly sweet he could hardly bear it. And desirable, and
handsome and, just...incredible. His one fatal flaw was that he just
had to be Bulgarian. But they could work around that,
couldn't they? He pulled Viktor's face down to his and let their
tongues tangle in another deep kiss--this one slower than the others.
He could taste himself all over Viktor's tongue, but the taste
wasn't bad at all, like he'd heard--a little bitter, but not
necessarily unpleasant. He could feel Viktor's hands fixing the
strap of his dress, ironing out the wrinkles. The moment was not
rushed as before, but incredibly tender. 'Merlin help me. I've
fallen for a Bulgarian. Mum's gonna flip out.' But, Seamus
decided, he could worry about that tomorrow.

"I vill see you tomorrow?" Viktor asked.

Seamus nodded as he was released. "I'll go to the
library to study after dinner," he said. He figured it was
implied that he didn't actually plan to do any studying. He smirked,
running his fingertips across Viktor's cheek. "You can tutor
me, teach me all about the spell you've cast on me, if you come by
around seven." He grinned playfully up at the man.

Viktor's face broke into a bright smile in return--one
that made Seamus think maybe in the future it would be okay to root
for Bulgaria if they were playing against, like, Romania, or maybe
France, or something. As long as they didn't beat Ireland or
England, and that bastard Volkov was off the team now anyway, so
maybe the rest of them were decent guys, or something, like Viktor.
Except, not as attractive, or charming, or nice-smelling, ...and they
probably didn't dance as well either. And they definitely didn't
have Viktor's unique talent for making Seamus think about 'tomorrow'
and making, like, actual plans.

"You go back, ya? The party must be over. I vill
leave a little after you," Viktor said.

Seamus leaned up and planted another soft kiss on the
older man's lips. "You sure you don't want me to...you know?"
he looked down at the bulge still present in Viktor's pants.

Viktor smiled and shook his head, leaning down for
another kiss. Just one more. "Another time," he said. "Ve
vill go more slowly. More properly."

Seamus was enchanted, but also a bit disappointed. He
nodded, and stole another kiss. This was the last one, really--before
heading out of the room and padding back towards Gryffindor Tower.
He wouldn't think about what Viktor was almost definitely going to do
now that he was alone in the supply closet, or that he was the one
who had caused Viktor to need to do it.

Instead, he went up to the boy's dorm and got changed,
lovingly putting the dress back in its box and storing it carefully
under his bed. He knew he'd never get rid of it, not now that there
were such good memories attached to it--ones he would never share
with anyone.
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