Rachel: Welcome to the first fanfiction I've ever posted on this site! Probably the first one I've ever finished as well. See if you can guess who the mystery person is. It's pretty obvious if you think about it. Well, enjoy, and don't take it too seriously!
Wronski Feint
At night he would sometimes hold his Omnioculars up to his eyes and watch that scene over again and again, admiring how effortlessly Krum seemed to fly. It looked to him like the boy was born to be in the air; the grace with which he moved captivated him.
He was no less endearing on the ground, though he was far less graceful. His strong features spoke for themselves, and they constantly occupied his mind when he could not look at them. He wished that he could have seen Krum more often through those magical lenses, so that he would have had more expressions on that beautiful face.
That time at the Quidditch World Cup when Krum had flawlessly performed the Wronski Feint, smashing his opponent into the ground without even touching him, was the scene most often played through the Omnioculars. The look of determination on his stern features flooded his heart with a strange warmth that he had never before felt for anyone.
He called it love.
Every time that he put those magical things to his eyes, he felt as though his heart was beating as fast as Krum was travelling, his insides seemed to do somersaults along with him, and his eyes went misty. He watched him dart about on his Firebolt with envy, knowing that he would never feel equal to his prowess in the air.
He often caressed his own Firebolt lovingly. Anyone who saw him doing this would think that he was simply being very obsessive. If they thought that, they would be correct. But usually they would think that he was obsessed with Quidditch, which was true as well, but only to a certain extent. He was obsessed with a particular Quidditch player, who he had seen flying at the World Cup.
And, truth be known, he thought Krum still looked pretty darn good underwater with a shark's head.
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If he had only known that, halfway across Europe, that very person was pining for him too. If they had only known that their love reached two ways across the seas. It braved storms and rough seas, it skirted ships and broomsticks, and it reached the land exhausted but alive. Yes, the love they bore one another truly was magical. If they had only known…
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Rachel: Did you guess? Review and tell me who you think it is! If I get 10 reviews I might write a chapter where they meet each other, but I don't care what kinds of reviews they are. I hope you got a laugh out of this, because I did while writing it. Adios!