Ever since the day he'd seen that picture of the gorgeous Bulgarian seeker in his Quidditch Weekly magazine he'd been mesmerised by those illustrious grey eyes and that amazing physique.
Just the thought of that six-pack on that stunningly well-toned Seeker made that tent in his trousers.
Ron begged for an entrance into Viktor's mouth. The Seeker eventually gave him his wish and they played Tonsil Tennis for a few minutes, making Ron probably harder than he'd ever been.
Ron slid his hand up the back of Viktor's shirt and tickled him for a bit. He wrenched his shirt open making the buttons fly all about the broom cupboard. Ron playfully nibbled on the beautiful Bulgarian's ear and then moved down to his nipples. He licked them twice round each and then gnawed on them making the superb Seeker moan his name.
"Ron! Oh, Ron! Ron! Ron! RONALD WEASLEY WAKE UP!"
Ran sat bolt upright on his bed and nearly hit his head on the ceiling. He appeared to have 'Morning Wood' and could feel the strain on his pyjama bottoms. Hastily, he yanked the duvet back over his body as he could hear footsteps becoming louder and louder. His bedroom door slammed open and in stormed his mother, Molly Weasley.
"Ronald Weasley, get out of your bloody bed!"
"But mum-"
"No Buts. You haven't helped me at all this summer and I suggest you do or you will not be going to that World Cup crap!"
"What? Dad got tickets?! Oh my god! Mum that's amazing! This is so cool! I can't wait to-"
"You won't be going if you don't buck your ideas up and help me!"
After about an hour of debating, Ron managed to squeeze in another hour of rest. This time he would probably spend thinking about meeting Viktor.
Bulgaria were playing in this Final of the Quidditch World Cup, and Ron so desperately wanted to meet him. He was going to be signing autographs. Ron could picture himself walking up to the table and passing his autograph book to the strikingly handsome man. Those grey eyes stared into his and that perfect smile seemed to brighten up the room. Ron soon drifted off to sleep and dreamt of meeting the Bulgarian Seeker.