The Yule Ball did not make Ron Weasley jealous because he wanted to date Hermione Granger, he was jealous because he wanted to date Viktor Krum. Warning: a little smut, but will be very smutty in the second chapter!
"I had to invite someone to the ball. I'm the school 'champion', I am thinking that I'd look ridiculous if I had to dance at the Yule Ball alone," stated Viktor Krum desperately.
"It didn't have to be my best friend!" Ron Weasley countered hysterically.
Ron's angry voice bounced of the hard wooden furnishings, that filled Victor's private cabin, aboard the Durmstrang Ship. Even Ron himself cringed, as the furious echoes attacked the two boys.
"Merlin's pants, Ron, don't be like this." Viktor sighed deeply. He reached out to touch Ron's hand, but Ron snatched it away angrily.
"Don't think you can do whatever you want, just because your famous," Ron flung at Victor, accusation filling every single word he uttered.
"I didn't even-"
"Because I'm immune to 'famous'," interrupted Ron. "My best friend is Harry Potter."
Viktor thought about pointing out the fact that Ron had already told him that his best friend was Hermione Granger, before deciding that pointing that out would only make Ron more annoyed. If that were possible.
"Oh really," said Victor casually. "Could haff fooled me. You vere acting like a typical fangirl that day we got together."
Viktor recalled Ron's shy grin, nervous stuttering and the pure delight that had shone out of Ron, simply because Victor had signed a slip of parchment. (The most embarrassed and flustered Viktor had ever seen Ron was the day Ron had admitted to having a model of Viktor, up in his dormitory.) Usually saying something to remind Ron of how ridiculously ecstatic he had been when Viktor had given Ron his autograph would cause a red glow of embarrassment to spread from the tips of Ron's ears, down across the top of his chest. Something about Ron's physical reaction to embarrassment made Victor wild with desire and arousal. However it appeared that Ron's fit of anger made him immune to Victor's intentional efforts to make Ron flustered. It was too bad really; anything that distracted Ron from the problem at hand (namely, the fact that Victor Krum had taken Hermione Granger to the Yule Ball) would be looked upon favourably.
"Ve'd talked about this before the day," Viktor implored, hoping that Ron could dismiss any hard feelings he harboured. "Ve both agreed that I couldn't take you." He paused. "I vould have done it, if you had said that vas what you vanted."
"Obviously that was what I wanted!" Ron screamed, the pent-up frustration finally spilling from his mouth.
"I said that it vas probably best if I took a girl," Viktor said exasperated, "because I didn't vant to create unnecessary gossip or publicity. And then you said 'quick ask a girl, before all the good-looking ones are taken'"
"I obviously didn't mean it."
"Obviously," replied Viktor sarcastically.
"I'll admit that I'm acting a little jealous-"
Viktor almost snorted upon hearing the words 'a little' used to describe the extent of Ron's jealousy. However he maintained a serious face, hoping that his, apparent, serious, attitude towards their relationship would lead to the possessive red-head concedeing that Viktor was not guilty of anything. Viktor was an international Quidditch player, he had caught the golden snitch in the world-cup final and was a champion in the Triwizard Tournament. This combined with his tanned, lithe body made him highly desirable. Unfortunately the one person he wanted to sleep with was currently focusing on his negative points. After spending so much of his time fending off infatuated fans, Viktor Krum realised that he had no idea how to seduce anybody.
"-but you totally used Hermione, who is my friend," finished Ron. "I suppose I could forgive you for taking someone else to the ball when I did tell you to do just that, but not Hermione."
Ron's acknowledgement of this gave Viktor hope. He was no longer under siege from Ron for taking a girl to the ball, all he had to prove was that he hadn't treated Hermione badly. This he could do.
"She vas the only girl I could think of that doesn't go completely insane over me, just because I'm famous. I could hardly take that girl who vanted me to sign her hat in lipstick or one of those girls that sneak around behind shelves in the library vile I'm trying to study. Hermy-own-ninny," said Viktor, carefully concentrating on his pronunciation of the name, just like Hermione had shown him, "alvays manages to maintain a casual demeanour and continue vorking in a normal manner vanever I'm around. I vas implicitly clear that ve vere only going as friends, she understood that. She's really nice, and ve chat if ve run into each other in the library, but ve vill never be more than friends," insisted Viktor. "I like you a lot Ron. You funny, tall, haff nice arms and look cute when you grin." Finally Ron smiled at Viktor.
The compliments reassured Ron somewhat, as he was often still unable to believe that the popular eighteen-year-old thought of him as an equal.
Also," Viktor added suggestively, "I happen to adore your cock."
Ron's cheeks burned in embarrassment, causing Viktor to swoon hopelessly.
"I really like you too," Ron whispered in Viktor's ear. Viktor kissed Ron's pink lips, cupping his thin, freckled face in his hands.
