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Stolen Moments
Xielle
"It happens to the even the best of us, not to mention the rest of us."
Chapter 1: Viktory
"You – you're – you're fraternizing with the enemy," Ron spluttered, "that's what you're doing!"
Harry gave an involuntary twitch, before attempting to tune out both Ron and Hermione.
It was later, as he was alone, that he felt guilt
But later, as Harry was alone, thinking that directed at him or otherwise, the phrase echoed in his ears.
A ghastly voice, a phantom shape, and eyes that weren't there whispered reworded phrases of what Ron said.
But they were more dirty, twisted, and real. Harry suppressed a shudder.
The importance of everything around him seemed to pale in comparison when He spoke, when He moved, and when He looked at him like he was the only person in a crowd of people walking to and fro.
But he hated it. Those eyes that made everything else unimportant save Harry.
And the things He said. Muttering words against Harry's ears that made him blush.
Doing things that made him blush.
It was everywhere he went, in every hall he walked. All dark corners were suspicious, dirty, and seductive.
Not to mention the things He could do with a broo-!
Wait.
Wait.
Back to hallways – oh, although, on second thought, nevermind.
Whatever the outcome of this mockery of a tournament, it wouldn't matter. Not really.
In a way, He had already won.
For all the recognition and glory that, supposedly, comes with the champion's win, it was nothing to the familiarity of skin on skin, the gratification of those fingers in places Harry would really rather not-
Yes. Victory indeed.
It was a loss Harry would take to his grave.
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