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The Game of Love	By : KohakuShadow Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2228 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter
3: The Sylphs

The next morning he got
a howler from his mother. He stared at it, kind of resigned. It
wasn't a surprise. And of course, right through breakfast on Monday
morning the entire school heard about shaming her and the family,
blah blah, knuckle-headed Bulgarian, blah blah. No talent... It went
on and on. And at the end, right around the time Seamus was feeling
about ready to throttle his mam for talking so badly about Viktor,
who she'd never even met, she said, "I don't mind if you're gay,
Seamus dear, but can't you at least pick someone Irish?"

He snatched Dean's quill right out of his hand and a
piece of parchment from under the one Hermione was writing on.

"Hey!" Hermione declared at the same time as
Dean said, "What are you doing, you git?"

Neither of them got an acknowledgment. Seamus was
angrily scratching out a letter.

'Dear Mam,

How dare you insult someone you don't even know! I'll
have you know Viktor is super-sweet and charming and goofy and
totally not knuckle-headed at all! He was in the Tri-wizard
Tournament you know, and sure, he didn't win, but he was still
awesome. Gotta have brains for that. And Bulgarian or no, he's a
right good seeker, maybe not as good as Lynch, but pretty close! You
can't hold it against him just because some bastard he works with
beat up Lynch, by the way. He totally had nothing to do with that.
Not all Bulgarians are brutes! I mean, how do you feel when they say
all Irishmen are drunken louts?! Sure, it's true for some
but you can't make blanket statements like that it's really rude!

And for your information I'll date whoever I please,
even if you disown me. Viktor's the one who took me to see the
Norway/Ireland game, and we had damn good seats--well, I guess you
saw that from the picture--and then we spent the night together in a
hotel. Shared a bed and everything! So we're like, practically
married, or something, and you'd damn well better get used to it.

I really, REALLY love him, so I'm gonna stand by him
no matter what, for as long as he wants me.

~Seamus~

P.S. Did you see the broadcast of the game? It was
incredible! Closest game I've seen in a long time!

Dean was looking over his shoulder. 'shared a bed'
and 'practically married' stood out in particular. "Wait,
Seamus, are you serious? You really shagged Viktor Krum?"

Ron heard this and spit pumpkin juice all over the
table. "You what?!"

The old Seamus would encourage them to keep their voices
down. "I did! And so what? If Harry can shag Snape why can't I
shag Krum? He's a great guy."

Harry started choking on his treacle tart. The only ones
that didn't seem surprised at the fact that Harry and Snape were
shagging were Ron and Hermione, the prior was trying to sink into the
table though. "Oh, sorry mate," Seamus said to Harry.
"Was that a secret?"

Harry made a few awkward gestures. "Er, uh,
just...don't spread it around, okay guys? I'm still a student. He
can get into a lot of trouble," he whispered. He didn't know
how Seamus had figured it out, but now wasn't the time to ask.

Oh, that made sense, so just for good measure Seamus
said, "oh, you're not? Sorry mate, just assumed. You fight like
an old married couple." Yeah, like that would cover it. But it
might convince enough people to distract attention. He changed the
subject back to his own love life, "but yeah, so what if I shag
Krum?" he said to Dean. "He seems to like me well enough,
and as for me, I'm totally head over heels, a lost cause." He
grinned stupidly. Sure, the whole school would know by the end of
first period, but so what? It felt good to admit it. "Well, we
only shagged the once, but that's so far."

Dean raised his hand in the air. "Seamus, seriously
man, that's enough, I don't need the intimate details of what you're
doing with another guy."

"But you were mad at me for not telling you
yesterday," Seamus grinned, feeling the urge to tease Dean a bit
now. "I mean, you're right. We're best friends, I should be
telling you everything."

"No, really, that's okay. You're dating Krum.
Great, good for you..." Dean knew if Seamus wanted to he'd
really get every smutty little detail and he didn't need that burned
into his mind. He didn't have anything against gay guys, but if he
was going to have something smutty stuck in his mind, to be honest,
there was this one weird little blond girl he was a lot more
interested in.

But Seamus was not immediately dissuaded. "...like
how much he liked those panties you picked out for me for the All
Hallows Ball," he continued. "Or how he's hung like a
freaking horse. Or, oh! He mumbles in Bulgarian when he's all hot
and bothered--it's really cute..."

Dean suddenly got up. "There's, uh, something I
forgot to do."

"Ask Luna to go to Hogsmeade with you next
weekend?" Seamus asked as if it were obvious.

"Yeah, that's it!" And then he paled as he
realized Seamus had just bullied him into asking Luna Lovegood on a
date. He had to do it now. Shit. "...thanks for reminding
me..." he muttered.

Seamus slapped him on the back. "Sure thing, what
are friends for?" He laughed. He wasn't sure when the last
time he'd laughed was, but he was sure it had been far too long.
Another thought came to him. "Er, Hermione? Can I borrow
another piece of parchment?"

***

"Viktor, mail has come," a little girl of some
eight years said, carrying a small pile of letters into him. "Momma
left the mail from your fans in the basket as usual," she said.
"But there is another letter from your British girlfriend."

"Herm-eye-owe-knee is not my girlfriend, Kalina,"
Viktor said with a sigh, lowering his feet from the desk where he'd
been sitting staring out the window with a book in his lap. He was
pretty sure he'd been on the same page for an hour. He couldn't get
his mind off of Seamus.

"Well that's good," the little girl said with
a big smile. "She'd be rather upset if she found out you were
kissing strange boys if she was."

Viktor snatched the envelope and shooed her from the
room. His baby sister was absolutely incorrigible sometimes.
Apparently all the kids in school were asking her about the boy in
the newspaper, but she hadn't managed to trip him up enough for
Seamus's name to slip.

He opened the envelope, and a smaller one fell out of
it. He recognized the sloppy, boyish handwriting immediately and
tore it open.

Dear Viktor,

Hey, how are you? The papers are going kind of nuts,
huh? I hope it isn't causing you too much trouble. The guys at
school are giving me a little grief, but I say hell with 'em. They're
just jealous, right? Me mam threw a fit, but I told her to stuff it.
As if I can base who I'm going to like on something stupid like
nationality. Well, I'll admit, at first I didn't like you much just
because you're Bulgarian--which is totally stupid and I apologize for
being an idiot who based his entire existence on Quidditch when we
first met. Well, really mam's not that bad. It won't take her long
to get over it. She just likes her tantrums, or something. The
drama, I guess. Keeps things interesting.

What's your schedule like? Will I be able to see you
again soon? It seems kind of silly having to send my letters to you
through Hermione. Can you give your people (whoever they are) my
name so I don't get sorted with all your fan mail, or something?

~Seamus~

Viktor's heart was racing by the end of the short
letter. It said nothing and everything. Seamus wanted to see him
again, wanted to be able to send him letters. And he'd told his
mother, essentially, that he liked Viktor, and there was nothing she
could say to change that. It sounded like Seamus was finally ready
for a real relationship. He'd been about to reply right away, but
decided to read Hermione's letter first.

Dear Viktor,

I bet you read Seamus's letter first, didn't you?
Well, don't worry, I won't be offended. He's practically glowing. He
seemed down yesterday (Sunday), but today he's back to his usual
self. Well, other than the fact that he's limping. I suppose he has
you to thank for that?'

Viktor blushed a bit, but continued reading.

I suspected he might be the special someone you were
interested in after he asked me to send you a letter last time. It's
good to have my suspicions confirmed, but you didn't need to hide it
from me. I can keep a secret, especially such an important one.
Well, not that it's much of a secret now.

In any case, I'm really happy for you! Seamus is a
good guy. A bit of a joker though. He got sick of everyone asking
about the paper, I guess, since now it's all out, and he's gone and
charmed the arse of his robes with 'Property of Viktor Krum'. A bit
vulgar, but even I have to admit it's somewhat funny. Well, the
only person who isn't amused is Professor Snape, really. He docked
Gryffindor twenty points for 'distasteful sexual innuendo', but he
didn't make Seamus un-charm his arse. He's rather lightened up.
Harry's influence, I imagine.

Well, I suppose we'll be seeing more of you, since
you'll be coming to visit Seamus, right? Let me know when you'll be
in England again, maybe we can get together--like a double date, for
lunch or something.

~Hermione Granger~

Viktor felt incredibly torn having read both letters.
Well, he'd definitely reply to Seamus--of course, but Hermione's
comment about visiting often got to him. Was that really enough?
Between Quidditch and being so far away from one another, even if he
apparated he didn't think he'd have half the time with Seamus that he
wished for. Seamus was close to his friends and family. He couldn't
very well expect him to move to Bulgaria when he graduated. He had
wanted a real relationship with the Irishman so badly that he somehow
forgot the distance between them. Now it seemed like a most
unexpected obstacle even though it had been there all along. As he
thought about this he found himself pulling out a some parchment and
writing:

'Dear Hermione,

I am troubled. I think the distance between Seamus
and I may be too great. I think perhaps I am the jealous type, and
will worry about what he is doing when I am not near, and who with.
I know Seamus is not this type of person, but with time it may be too
much. Long distance relationships, I hear, are very difficult. Do
you know anyone who has experienced such a thing? If so, are they
still together with their loved one? ...'

He threw the quill down in frustration. "I am
being childish," he sulked. "We have hardly even begun,
and I am already worrying about whether or not he will be stolen from
me. I wonder if he thinks of me half as much as I think of him."

He sighed and leaned over to start a new letter even
though he hadn't finished the one to Hermione yet.

Dear Seamus--

"Viktor."

A large dash of ink sprawled across the page as he was
startled.

"What is it now, Kalina?" he sighed. He
loved his sister, really he did. It was just that she was such a
nuisance sometimes.

"Oooh, did I interrupt you writing to your
girlfriend again? Or was it your BOYfriend?"

"Who has a boyfriend?" An elegant older woman
asked as she happened to be passing the door.

"Viktor does, Momma. Don't you read the paper?
Everyone at school is talking about it. Viktor's Irish boyfriend."

"Kalina, you should not believe everything they
print in the papers," their mother said with a sigh. She hadn't
asked Viktor about it. It seemed if it was something she needed to
know about he would tell her himself.

"It is true," Viktor said. It was always so
strange, talking to his mother about his relationships--the few that
he'd had. "His name is Seamus. He attends Hogwarts with
Herm-eye-no-nee. I...am very fond of him."

"I see," the woman said. "Well then,
Kalina. Come. You are keeping your piano instructor waiting again.
Leave Viktor to write his little love letter in peace, hm?"

Kalina sighed. "Yes momma."

Viktor grimaced. 'Little love letter'--like he was still
some idiot child. There were days his mother rather drove him crazy
too. He supposed all families were like that.

'Dear Hermione,' he
started anew. 'Do you think you can research for me what I
might need to do to get a VISA of some kind to live in the UK
somewhere? The distance between Seamus and I is too great. I won't be
able to see him often. Perhaps, if I can become a citizen or
national of England, or a country somewhere a bit closer to it, I
will be able to play Quidditch there instead.

Don't tell Seamus. I have not made a decision, but I
think it is probably worth looking into and giving some thought.

Sincerely,

Viktor

Even as he threw that last sentence in, he knew that
he'd probably already made up his mind. He was getting too old to
keep living with his parents anyway.

***

Dear Seamus,

I was very happy to hear from you. I am sorry that I
was not very talkative the last morning I saw you. I was worried that
you must be very upset with me. I was upset with myself for moving
too quickly with you. I promised you I would go slowly, and it was
only our first proper date. I also hope we will be able to have
another soon, but I do not know for sure when I will have another
chance to get away just yet. I will send you another owl when I have
a better idea.

Things are very busy with me right now. My mother
sorts the mail. She does not trust the maids to do it since they
sometimes would let fan letters from their friends slip through. I
do read my fan letters! It just takes me a bit longer to get them
than my personal mail. I have told my mother that my boyfriend's
name is Seamus, so I think from now on your letters won't have any
trouble getting through. Mother is good with names, so I don't think
she will forget.

Is your mother still terribly angry with you? I'd
hate for you to be fighting because of me. I will write again soon.

Love,

Viktor

Seamus blushed a bit. 'Love, Viktor'. Swoon.
Love. He should sign his letters to Viktor like that too--love,
Seamus. Oh but that was really embarrassing! Viktor had probably
written it so easily. He was so much more open with his feelings than
Seamus was. Well, Seamus was an open book--he knew that, but it was
still hard to just say some things, even if they were written
all over your face.

Okay, so Viktor hadn't given him a time or date, or even
an approximation of when they could see one another again, and that
kind of sucked, but he was a busy guy, and he had said a lot
of other things. He said he'd told his mom that Seamus was his
'boyfriend', which cleared up exactly what Viktor thought was between
them and that it wasn't some casual thing. That was good. That's
what he wanted too. And he'd sweetly apologized--even though it
wasn't necessary--for shagging him too soon. Seamus would just have
to make sure next time he saw Viktor that he made it quite clear that
Viktor didn't have to ever feel guilty about shagging him
senseless. His bum didn't hurt anymore. It had only been really sore
for two or three days, and he heard that the more you do it, the less
it hurts. He was kind of looking forward to testing that rumor.

The only downside to dating Viktor Krum was that he was
Bulgarian--and therefore incredibly far away, but Seamus figured he
shouldn't have everything; he'd get spoiled.

Dear Viktor,

It's totally okay! I mean, yeah, it was my first time
and okay--ow--but there was a lot more good about it than bad. The
way I see it, that's just one more thing we don't have to worry about
now. We've already done it, so we don't have to stress over whether
or not we're going too fast, because where is there to go after that,
right? Now we can focus on just, you know, each other.

Well, mam's pretty much over it, but now she's kinda
mad at me for not letting her meet you. It's a nuisance, but maybe
over the summer sometime--if you have the time--you can come spend a
weekend or something so she'll get off my back about it. Or the
holidays are good too, but I guess you probably have plans with your
own family for Christmas and New Year's and stuff.

Look forward to hearing from you again soon,

Seamus.

Okay, so it wasn't a 'love, Seamus'. He got as far as
L-o- and panicked, but he figured Viktor probably already knew
anyway.

In the weeks that followed he didn't really get any word
from Viktor. Well, he did get this one letter that basically said 'I
would love to spend New Year's with you' and that Seamus should tell
him what day he should arrive after talking to his mam. Christmas he
did have to spend with his family though. Well, that was totally
okay.

Since then, nothing could get Seamus down--not even
exploding potions or detentions with Snape, which he noticed were
shorter than they used to be. Well, except for that one where Seamus
had accidentally implied that Snape might be trying to 'get rid of me
fast' to get on with some naked wrestling with his favorite boy toy.
Seamus couldn't remember what had prompted him to say it now, but it
had cost Gryffindor nearly all of their house points. The only
person not upset with him for that had been Harry, who had whispered
a 'thanks' to him before Charms one day. He said 'I don't know what
you said to him, but he was really worked up last night.'

Harry, Seamus noticed, never seemed to be limping in
spite of getting shagged senseless almost every night. 'Well,
they do say practice makes perfect.' He chuckled to himself, but
was soon interrupted by a voice behind him.

"Seamus!"

"Oh, hey Hermione. What's up?"

Hermione stopped, a bit breathless. "You know how
there's a few new teams joining the British/Irish League next year,
right?" she asked, but before he could answer that obviously
everyone knew that she barreled on. "Well a few of them are
playing some promo matches. I accidentally won some tickets to see
the Stornoway Sylphs play the Chudley Cannons. Ron's rather excited
about it. Anyway, I have an extra. Do you want to go with me and Ron?
Harry's already got plans and I'd rather hate to see it go to waste.
I know neither is really your team, but it should be fun anyway."

Like he needed convincing. Not his team, maybe, but
Quidditch was Quidditch. "Sure! That sounds great, Hermione.
When is it?"

"This Saturday. We'll have to leave rather early."

"No problem. If it's Quidditch, I can definitely
get up on time," he grinned impishly. "That's awesome!
Thanks for thinking of me. Dean's gonna be mad jealous. He's been
talking about these new teams for a while. Nobody knows much about
them."

"Well, we'll find out first hand then," she
said with a smile. "Let's meet in the entryway at eight. We
can grab some breakfast on the way."

Seamus nodded and waved, excusing himself. He was going
to be insanely late to diviniation, but he figured that'd be okay.
Professor Trelawney liked him--not as much as she liked predicting
Harry's untimely demise, but pretty well, considering she was a wacky
old coot. He doubted he'd be predicting anything but when Viktor
might get around to sending him another letter for a while though.
It was all he thought about the entire class, zoning out a bit until
Trelawney asked him "How's your heart, dear?"

"Huh?"

"You're heart, dear. You've not had problems with
it, I hope."

"Er, not really?" Seamus more asked than
answered.

"Ah, that's good, very good indeed. You see,
you're in for quite a shock, it would be a shame if you died of it."

***

The game was in Stornoway, Scotland . Made sense,
Seamus figured, since the Sylphs would want to show off their new
stadium. It had a sort of ethereal feeling. The whitecaps beat
against the far side of the stadium and the whole thing was built of
this sort of ivory color that almost looked blue when the light
flickered over it. White and blue were the team colors, it turned
out, with this wispy little cloud design that looked kind of like a
fairy if you squinted and tilted your head a bit to the right.

The Chudley Cannons were announced first, and their
blinding orange uniforms really stood out against the
ethereal-looking stadium. Ron cheered loudly, as expected of a
Chudley fan. The Sylphs--having never been seen in action before,
seemed to only get loud applause from the locals. Everyone else was
polite and cheered a little though--'cept for the die-hard Chudley
fans, that is. Seamus wasn't particularly rooting for either team, so
he'd just gone ahead and gotten all excited over both.

To be fair, the announcer rattled off the names of the
first string players for the Cannons as they circled the field, even
though everyone already knew them. Then one at a time the Sylphs
came out to begin their circle. He found out the Keeper was a guy
named McGregor, beaters were Douglass and Shaw. Douglass looked
insanely tall, where Shaw was built so wide Seamus thought he might
have to go sideways through doorways. The chasers, Miller and Milne,
did a few loops on their way about the field, grinning stupid grins
that made Seamus think of Fred and George Weasley. And then Seamus's
jaw dropped as the Announcer said, "...and superstar seeker,
Viktor Krum!"

"WHAT?!" Seamus declared as he saw his
boyfriend flying out with the rest of the team in blue and white.
The whole stadium erupted in shock, applause, and more than enough
confusion. Why was Viktor Krum playing for a Scottish Quidditch
Team? The only people who didn't look too surprised were Hermione
and Ron.

"Surprise, mate," Ron laughed.

"Wha--you, you guys knew?!" Seamus demanded.

"Don't be upset," Hermione answered right
away. "I couldn't tell you. Viktor wanted to surprise you.
He's been working really hard trying to find a team to play for in
the UK so he won't be so far away from you, and getting the
legalities squared away was a bit of a pain. And then there was
settling into his new place. Obviously, I didn't win the tickets, he
sent them."

"We only got to come because of you, mate,"
Ron added, grinning ear to ear. "Apparently Krum knows someone
who knows this keeper, McGregor. Got his friend to pull a few
strings. Didn't need much string pulling, I'd bet. I mean, he's
Krum. They'd be mad to pick someone else."

But Ron's good mood didn't last. His precious Chudley
Cannons were rather thoroughly smashed by the Sylphs. It wasn't a
game that counted for anything, but it was always depressing when
your team lost. Seamus couldn't seem to care though--Viktor always
looked so cool when he was Seeking. And he wanted the Sylphs to be a
success, because that meant Viktor would be nearby. Seamus blushed
when, in the victory lap, Viktor made eye contact with him, and
afterwards they got to go down and meet the team. When Viktor
introduced him he wrapped his arm around Seamus's waist.
Seamus--normally so charming and witty (self-appointed personality
traits) couldn't seem to get his lips to form words.

It was after one in the morning when the after-party
died down enough that he and Viktor could actually have a
conversation without having to yell at one another. They were seated
on the end of a couch with Ron and Hermione both conked out next to
them. Seamus was leaning against Viktor's shoulder, tired but
content. Viktor finished off his butterbeer and set it aside.

"You are not angry vith me?" he asked finally.
"For not telling you?"

"Nah," Seamus answered. "I thought I was
going to have a heart attack for a minute, but it was a good
surprise. Unexpected, maybe, but nice. You'll still be busy with
Quidditch and all, but at least you won't be halfway across Europe."
He tilted his head back to look the older man in the eye. "I'm
not changing favorite teams though. I'll still root for the Irish."

Viktor smiled. "This is vhat I expected you vould
say. I don't care who you vant to vin Quidditch, as long as you vill
not let anyone else vin your heart."

Seamus smiled at the corny and somehow typically Viktor
reply before curling his arms around Viktor's shoulders, tilting his
chin up into a mutually-initiated kiss. When they finally pulled
apart, Seamus replied. "I don't think you need to worry. My
heart's a lot slower than a snitch, and you're the only guy on the
field."

"Ah, you make it sound easy," Viktor murmured,
kissing Seamus again. "But there vere many obstacles put in my
path along the vay. I think I had better make sure not to let go,
now that I haff caught it."

"Mmn," Seamus answered into another kiss.
"Sounds like a good plan."

Seamus wasn't stupid. He knew he had a lot to learn
about Viktor. And he also knew that they'd probably never agree when
it came to Quidditch, but it's not as if Quidditch was everything.
There was also the game of Love. In that game, Seamus knew, he would
always be a die-hard Krum fan. Always.
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