F R O S T B I T E
By: July and Oktober
Disclaimer: okay so we don't own Harry or his magical broom... no for if we did Ginny would have met her doom... we don't own Severus or his magnificent tool... no for we would use it to make fangirls drool... no we don't own voldy and his maliferous plot... no, for if we did he would have won already and dumbles would rot... we don't own death eaters and their tattooed dark marks... no, for it we did they would come with eyes shaped like hearts... Dear readers please do not sue... for that will bring lot of bad juju upon you... please read and enjoy and take time to review with justly form ... because near the end of this chappy is a scene with some great Harry/Viktor light lusty porn (well more like a little bit of lime)...
Random factoids: In ancient Rome, it was considered a sign of leadership to be born with a crooked nose...The word "nerd" was first coined by Dr. Seuss in "If I Ran the Zoo."...The Main Library at Indiana University sinks over an inch every year because when it was built, engineers failed to take into account the weight of all the books that would occupy the building.
Severus looked out over the sea of students and he felt himself becoming sick. Every child was a vessel for some sort of plague. The grubby little hands that they used to touch god knows what during the day were excitedly cramming turkey legs and hot bread into their over eager little traps. He looked down at his own plate and pushed it away in disgust.
He thanked his lucky stars that he would only have to teach a handful of them.
He glanced over to the small group of students dressed in blue that were positioned at the end of the Hufflepuff table. One girl and three boys who were all watching the Hogwarts students display with disgust. He decided that this small subgroup of foreign students might just be bearable. They could at least show a modicum of decorum.
He was also amused to see the reaction of the Hufflepuff students. The students at that table seemed to be watching the students in blue hesitantly, waiting it seemed for one of them to do something... knowing the nature of Hufflepuff students, Severus assumed that they were waiting for their heads to start spinning in circles.
"Are you going to eat that Severus?"
Severus looked over at the man next to him and shook his head, "No. And how you can eat while overseeing this mass display of adolescent gluttony, I will never know. It's barbaric!"
Dolohov, the Dark Arts and their Defenses professor smiled and shrugged taking the turkey leg off his colleague's plate, "You'll learn to ignore them. And if not, oh well, more for me."
Severus looked down the table and surveyed the other professors. They all seemed too happy for his taste. It was unnerving. Didn't they realize that the school was now filled with a thousand some odd adolescents? They had no right to be so happy. The most annoying part was that the only other person at the table who seemed to be as glum as himself was his childhood tormentor, Sirius Black, Transfigurations Professor and Head of Gryffindor House.
The man looked positively miserable and that made Severus feel delightfully pleased.
He turned his attention to the center of the table when the headmistress stood and began banging her knife onto her glass to gain the hall's attention. "Welcome, Hogwarts students to another year of learning. For those of you who do not know, I am Headmistress Sinistra, and I hope that our dealings with one another remains of the causal nature during your time here at Hogwarts. At this time I would like you all to please extend a welcome to our visiting students from Beauxbatons," She paused and motioned toward the small group in blue, and then to two figures at the opposite side of the hall at the Ravenclaw table, "and Durmstrang."
The hall filled with applause. "We welcome you to our school and sincerely hope you enjoy your stay. We would also like to welcome back former Champions Fleur Delacour, and Viktor Krum."
The two champions stood from where they sat next to their students and Severus realized that the other schools had collectively sent a total of four students. That was a blessing indeed for the seventeen year olds would be part of his classes. He actually admired the Durmstrang decision to choose their champion out right. By sending only one option, they had effectively forced the goblets metaphorical hand.
"Cedric Diggory, the previous winner of the tournament will be arriving later this week. So on to business. The student handbooks have been distributed and you will be tested on the material in your first history of magic class. I strongly suggest that students consider studying." The beautiful, aging headmistress stared pointedly to a group of students at the Gryffindor table and Severus silently awarded the woman five kudos.
"Now as this year is a Tri-wizard year, we will conclude tonight's welcoming feast with the selection of the champions."
The students all clapped politely as Argus Filch wheeled in the glowing, green Goblet of Fire.
"The prospective champions' names were entered earlier this week. If your name is in the goblet you have already been informed."
Severus laughed as an excited red headed Gryffindor deflated at the woman's second comment.
"When the champions are selected please step into the trophy room located just over here," she gestured in the direction of the room for the foreign students. "where the weighing of the wands ceremony will commence immediately."
When the goblet was placed at the center of the hall, the headmistress waived her hand, the goblet's fire turned a bright purple, and a piece of paper flew out and into the headmistress hand. Carefully she unfolded the parchment and nodded over to where the single Durmstrang student sat.
"The Durmstrang champion is Harrison Moldov."
Severus got a good look at the student as he followed his mentor into the Trophy room.
The boy was altogether quite handsome if only a little on the short side. He seemed fit and his robes were top of the line. He was probably from a very well off pure blood family. When the boy glanced his way, he was shocked to see ethereal blue eyes, but when the boy looked away, he believed he must have imagined it. Severus noted the boy's dark hair was buzzed and he thought that maybe if it were longer it might have reminded him of someone. The boy paused and shifted uncomfortably before turning and saying something to his companion.
He noted the purple flash of the goblet but paused in surprise when the former champion stopped in the doorway and glared directly at him. Having been caught he blushed and refocused his attention back on the Headmistress.
"The Beauxbatons Champion is Bayard Fraser." Severus glanced and saw that Bayard was smiling widely and practically ran to the room where the other boy had just disappeared. He was also amused to see that Fleur was forcing the other two boys to follow and scolding them in French most likely for being sore losers.
Severus thought mildly that the Durmstrang champion had very a very familiar nose and continued to think on him before the goblet flared to life one more time and he looked over to the Slytherin table where his Godson who was smiling in excitement.
"The Hogwarts champion is..."
Severus wanted to throw something at her for putting in a dramatic pause. The entire hall was on the edge of their seats and he could see Draco turning white in his nerves.
"HERMIONE GRANGER!"
A cry of outrage rang from the Slytherin table as they all rallied behind Draco who had slumped back in to his seat in shock.
However, the rest of the hall was giving the bushy haired girl at the Ravenclaw table a standing ovation.
Severus had the desire to remove points from his new house when he heard one of them demand a recount. Surely, they really weren't that incompetent.
When the girl disappeared into the room, Headmistress Sinistra finished up the start of term announcements and dismissed the school instructing the students to follow their prefects to their dormitories and to refrain from having any parties tonight. If heads of houses had to come and break anything up due to noise complaints from the paintings or ghosts it would result in a fifty-point reduction for every person involved.
Severus smiled and awarded the headmistress an additional five-kudos.
As the students filed out of the hall the sixty professors of Hogwarts all stood and began either talking amongst themselves or hurried out into the school to begin their rounds. Severus had been informed before dinner that he would be responsible for retrieving the Durmstrang student and delivering him to his dorm, which would be in the dungeons, adjacent to his own. When he arrived a week ago, he had been informed that he would share a suite with the new Astronomy master. Not having any of it, he had complained to the Dark Lord whom promptly corrected the issue. However, there was nothing to be done about Harrison Moldov. The boy would be his responsibility while here and as such would share the suite with him.
"Severus, Amelia, if you will come with me please, the wand weighing needs to commence."
Severus rolled his eyes and followed the French language teacher and the headmistress through the mob of professors to the trophy room where the three Champions, two mentors, two disgruntled French boys and the elderly wand maker were all waiting for them.
"Shall we begin headmistress?"
The woman nodded absently to the man, pulled out three booklets, and began flipping through them.
Severus moved quickly to the back of the room and leaned against a small stretch of wall. He glanced over to the two boys who hadn't been selected and was amused to see them smile politely when Fleur would look over at them but then scowl at Bayard when she would look away.
"Ladies first, Miss Granger if you would please,"
The girl smiled and walked forward and handed the man her wand proudly, "10 and ¾ vine..."
The man smiled, "with a dragon heartstring core. Yes my dear. I remember every wand I have ever sold."
Harry looked the bushy haired girl over and smiled at her politely when she looked over at him. She seemed very full of herself. She wasn't exceptionally pretty so he concluded that she must have been a know it all. That was the only way an ugly girl ever got so cocky.
He leaned back and told Victor so and received a reprimanding glare, "that is unfair of you to say. She is quite pretty."
He looked at him in confusion but refused to feel guilty.
The wand maker flipped the wand over in his hands and then muttered something below his breath that caused the candle that was floating above his head to turn in to a white dove.
"Still in perfect condition. Thank you very much Hermione."
The girl smiled and took her wand back before walking over to where the headmistress was waiting with the official Triwizard rulebook.
Putting two and two together when he caught the girl's first name, Harry looked at the girl he now knew was Viktor's old fling and gave her a second appraisal. "Alright, with some work I can see how she could be somewhat attractive."
When the girl looked over her shoulder and smiled at his best friend Harry felt himself become defensive.
"Just remember she is my competition."
He remained looking straight ahead when he heard Viktor laugh lightly, "If I didn't know any better I would say you were jealous."
Harry felt himself blush a little and looked over at the girl again. He mentally corrected his earlier statement. He didn't care how much effort she may put into it, the girl would never qualify as attractive.
"Mr. Fraser, if you will?"
Ollivander smiled at the French teen that walked forward and elegantly flipped his wand out and into the hand of the elderly wizard.
The door burst open and a winded Bellatrix Lestrange hurried into the room, "So sorry I'm late."
She looked around and quickly noted whom the champions were. "Moldov, Fraser, and oh... dear me that is a surprise. Congratulations Ms. Granger. I think you are the first Muggleborn to have ever been selected for this competition. All of Britain will be watching you. I hope you are ready to live up to their expectations. After all we do have a fifteen year winning streak."
Harry looked at the girl and refrained from laughing at how white she had become. It was amazing how quickly the mighty would fall when an authority figure called them out.
Ollivander apparently had been paying no attention to the ministry official's disruption and began questioning the French boy's wand composition, "Ash, and unicorn hair it's a little short. Does it work well for you?"
"It wuz twelve inches but, I broke ze handle off when I wuz eleven. We got it repaired but some length wuz lost. It's still works fine."
Ollivander waived it at a large blue trophy, which promptly began to giggle, "Hmm. Very good repair. It will serve you well enough."
The teen nodded and happily took his wand from the man and walked over to where the Hogwarts headmistress was explaining rules to Hermione. Harry thought it was very rude of the witch not to wait until all the champions were finished to explain the rules. Seeing that with every passing second he was missing precious information he didn't wait to be called instead he just walked forward and held out his wand to the gentle old man.
"What do we have here?"
"Eleven and a half inches made of Holly collected on the winter solstice, with vodyanio hair core."
Ollivander looked at him oddly. "That is a very odd combination. Who is the maker if I may ask?"
Harry looked back at Viktor who shrugged, "My grandmother made it for me when I was seven."
The man smiled, "Interesting. And it's worked well for you."
"It works very well. I have never had a problem."
"Odd, I would expect it to be stubborn and hard to manage, considering the combination."
Harry shrugged. "If it is, then I know no different."
Ollivander laughed and waived the wand causing a jet of water to shoot out, fly across the room, and splash on the floor near where the dark man was standing impatiently. Harry looked over in amusement and was surprised to see the man glare at him.
"A bit unpredictable and very stubborn, but If you are happy with it..."
"I am." Harry took his wand and thanked the man.
"To each their own." The wand maker smiled at him kindly before turning to the mystery official, "Madam Lestrange I deem these wands weighed and fit for competition."
The witch smiled and handed him the paper that he needed to fill out.
Harry hurried over just in time to hear the headmistress wrap up the discussion of the rules. "If you have any questions then you should speak to your mentor. Mr. Moldov here is your official rulebook. Now if you will excuse me I have a mountain of paper work that I need to see to."
The three students looked at each other as the woman stormed out and unsurprisingly it was the know-it-all who was the first to speak, "Well, I guess I'll see you both in class?"
Bayard looked at her blankly and Harry nodded his head shortly.
"You would know better that we would. Your school has hosted the last five competitions."
Hermione blushed and nodded, "Yes you will be in classes with us. I should... uh... I should go."
Before another word could be said, Hermione turned and nodded at Viktor before quickly leaving the room.
Harry nodded to Bayard and then walked over to where Viktor was talking to Fleur.
"I waz sad to miss you at ze wedding."
"I was sorry to miss it. But you know how the circuit can be."
Harry knew that he should have probably waited for a better interruption point but he was tired and agitated, "Viktor, do you know where I will be staying?"
"Oh 'ello! I'm Fleur Weasley, you must be Harry. Viktor 'as told me much about you."
Harry looked sideways at his mentor before taking the veela's hand and kissing it politely. "I'm sorry I can't say the same for you. It is a pleasure to meet you though, none the less."
The girl smiled, "We will 'ave to talk later. I must see to my boys."
Viktor and Harry nodded at her when she curtsied her apology. Harry turned to ask his question again but was cut off by the tall dark man that had been watching him earlier, "If you don't mind I would appreciate it if I could return to my quarters sometime this evening."
Harry looked at the man in confusion, "Are you the chaperon that Headmaster Karkaroff mentioned?"
The man scowled, "I am Potions Master Severus Snape and you have been assigned to me."
Harry looked to Viktor for conformation, which he received in the form of a sharp nod.
"Then I will follow you to my room."
The man rolled his eyes and began walking off. Harry looked at Viktor who pushed him gently forward and the two men fell in tow behind him.
"This is Hogwarts and no, I'm not going to give you the grand tour. You will undoubtedly have many of the students here waiting to be at your beck and call that will gladly act as a brainless tour guide for you, if you so wish."
Harry didn't have time to even see where they were going as he tried his best to keep up with the long legged man. If he had been able to catch his breath long enough to speak he would have been saying several rude things to the equally rude man.
They descended several long staircases as they delved in to the castle's dungeons. Harry could feel a moist chill in the air and he glanced back at Viktor with his worry clearly written on his face.
"Is this where Harry will be staying? Because I fear for his health."
"I can assure you Mr. Krum that the living quarters in the dungeons are perfectly acceptable for daily habitation. He should be fine."
Harry shot the man a glare when he made a sharp turn and took them down another flight of stairs.
"But if he needs other accommodations I will be more than happy to inform the headmistress. After all we can't have our precious champions getting ill now can we."
Harry could feel the anger radiating off of his lover behind him.
"Can you at least slow down!"
When Severus stopped in his tracks, Victor was forced to reach out and grab a hold of the smaller boy's shoulders to keep him on his feet.
"We're here."
"A warning would be nice next time!" Harry glared at the man and watched as he gently reached up and tapped a wonky looking brick about two feet from the ceiling.
The tall man turned at looked at the teen and frowned, "I don't expect there to be a next time. I have showed you the way and I expect you to have learned it en route."
Viktor's grip on him tightened. Which Harry translated to mean that he was trying to restrain himself from either verbally and/or physically assaulting the man.
The wall melted away into a large oak door. Harry blinked in surprise when the Professor gently inserted a key and opened the door. It was ridiculous to see the great ass of a man take care with anything.
Harry followed the man in and took in his surroundings. The room was not at all like he had expected. The room had wood walls that were covered in warm green and brown wallpaper with the occasional landscape painting. There was a very nice sitting area with a large comfortable beige sofa with matching armchairs situated around a fireplace. In the corner, there was a small multipurpose table and several large fully stocked bookcases, and the most surprising thing of all was that there was no damp chill.
"This is our commons area. Your room is just over there. I'm sure the house elves have delivered your trunk. Now if you don't need any further assistance I will be in my room. Please do not disturb me."
Harry turned and watched as the man began taking off his outer robe as he walked toward one of the two doors on the left side of the room. "Wait, so we are to share commons areas?"
Severus turned and looked at the boy, "Believe me, I begged for another arrangement. These two rooms are mine. Stay out of them. Your room is just there, if you could please see your guest out when you are done visiting." without really finishing his statement he turned and left.
Harry looked at Viktor and began shaking his head, "No no no! I will not live with that! He's a monster!"
Viktor reached out, grabbed Harry's arm, and pulled him to the sofa and into his lap. Harry wanted to protest but gave instantly when Victor took his ice-cold hands and tucked them between his own. Reluctantly Harry allowed himself to curl into the warmth his friend was offering.
"It will be alright. I will talk to someone tomorrow and get this whole mess taken care of. I'm not leaving you alone with a man like that."
Harry nodded and cuddled up closer to Viktor and looked at the blazing fire. "Can you believe it? An actual fireplace. I have never seen a fire like that before."
"I couldn't believe how large their fires were either, until I saw them myself."
Harry smiled in contentment and glared over at the door where the man had disappeared, "Maybe he won't be that terrible of a roommate. He could be the quiet type that never leaves his room."
Viktor frowned, "you could only be so lucky."
Harry shrugged and leaned over and placed a soft kiss on Victor's lips. "I don't like that Herm-ee-OWN-knee girl."
Viktor smiled in amusement, "Are you really that jealous of something that never really was?"
"I didn't like the way she was smiling at you." Harry glared at the fire. He knew that he was being ridiculous but he couldn't help himself.
"Hey stop that. Weren't you the one just saying on the train how we were just friends and nothing more?"
Harry blushed and glared resolutely at the fire, "That is the current arrangement. I was just reminding you."
The blue eyed teen bit his lip when Viktor pulled his chin and forced him to look at him, "Are you okay with that."
Harry looked in Viktor's eyes searching for his own personal feelings in his dark understanding orbs. He knew that Viktor wanted more. He'd only agreed to less all those years ago because Harry had given him no choice. "I… I just..."
"What is it?"
Harry looked away and sighed, "I don't know. I don't know what I want or feel I just... we haven't actually seen each other in over a year. And then yesterday you were just... there. I've been missing you all summer. You were all I could think about and then there you were... All of the sudden... you were just standing there on the ship, waiting for me."
"Harry..."
"And now were here... and that know it all bitch looked at you and all I wanted to do was to tell her to keep her eyes off of you... It used to be so simple... I just..."
Viktor smiled sympathetically. "I know it must be hard. At Durmstrang everyone knew that I only had eyes for you and never tried anything. It must have been hard for you to see her."
"Hard! The bitch was undressing you with her eyes."
"And so what if she was. We did date after you broke up with me. Or, do you not remember that. You were the one who couldn't handle the distance, and don't even pretend for a second that you didn't find your own comfort in another's arms. I know all about Anton and Hans."
"That's different. It was always just physical." Harry frowned and tried to pull out of Viktor's embrace, "It wasn't fair to you or me to try and make it work long distance. That summer was terrible you can't blame me for ending it! You know I hate being alone! You know how I get! It was unfair of you to ask it of me!"
The man's face immediately turned apologetic and Harry felt himself stop resisting his pulls, "I know that Harry, and I'm sorry. You're right, but I'm here now. You have no idea what it's been like for me. I've been just as alone as you, and I think about you all the time. "
Harry glared at him, "then why didn't you write? And two letters of well wishes at Solstice and Beltaine doesn't cut it either."
Victor's face fell and he let go of Harry, "I know... I was wrong. I tried so many times to write you back. I just didn't know what to say. Every time I put pen to paper all I would write was how much I missed you and wanted to be with you. It was too painful."
Harry stared at him in slight shock.
"Damn it, Harry." The older man took a deep breath, "I didn't want to come here. I didn't want to mentor you because I knew that I would have to see you that I would have to deal with this."
"Deal with what?"
Viktor smiled sadly, "I never stopped loving you. I couldn't and I can't count myself as a man if I don't try and see if we could make it work."
Harry swallowed thickly. The conversation was bringing up old memories that he had fought for so long to forget.
"The old reasons are gone. I have to be here whether you like it or not for the rest of the year and then you will graduate and you can come with me. No more distance. I can be here. I WILL be here."
"Victor please..."
"Listen we don't have to put a label on it. I love you. I've loved you since I met you when I was four years old."
Harry looked at him with sad eyes, "Oh Viktor, why must you always be such a drama queen..."
He smiled at the joke but continued pressing. "You can't tell me you don't feel the same."
"That's not fair," Harry pouted, "you know I do. I love you, but is that enough? I just..."
"You're just what?"
After a long pause Harry averted his eyes back to the fire, "I'm no good for you."
"You're wrong," Victor's response was to pull his lover's gaze back to him, "you're too good for me..."
Harry pulled away angrily, "I'm not. I can't be true to you. If you were gone, I couldn't help myself..."
"I know Harry but I'll be here. Even when I'm gone all you would have to do is firecall and I would be here." Viktor reached out and grabbed his lover's face and forced the smaller man to look at him. "All I'm asking is for you to try. Just to try. You owe me that."
"We shouldn't. It would never work... you'll be gone all the time and I'll be trapped here alone."
"Stop talking about what we should or shouldn't do. Stop thinking about how it could fail..."
"Somebody should. It's not always happiness and fairy tale endings... oh..." Harry stopped his protests when the twenty year old reached out with both hands and grabbed a hold of his hips possessively, pulling the seventeen year old toward him.
"Just stop thinking for one damn minute and tell me this does this excite you?"
Before Harry could process the change in scenario he found himself pinned to the sofa with Viktor biting his neck with hands grabbing him possessively in ways Harry knew were indicative of Viktor Krum asserting his dominance.
Harry felt his resolve disappear and began kissing him back grinding up against his mentor wantonly. The blue-eyed boy felt himself fill with warmth and ground himself more forcefully against the hardness of Victor desperately wanting more.
Viktor broke the kiss and pushed to the left side of his lovers face to grab the shell of his ear in soft bite, "Don't you love this?"
ting ting.
Harry felt his chest clinch in excitement and felt the slightest hint of cold sting his heart. Part of him wanted to run scared, the part other reached out and pulled him closer. "You, giving yourself to me completely?"
ting ting
Another pang of excitement and then distantly a bell, in the back of his mind spurred a shard of ice to splinter into his heart, bringing with it dread.
ting ting ting
"Viktor Stop!" Harry began pushing him off, fear consuming him.
The 20 year old backed off panting, watched, and waited patiently for him to respond.
ting ting
Harry took a moment to try and collect his mind but every time he had a concrete thought he would lose it when a soft bell would ring. For several minutes, Harry tried to hone in on his feelings but he was continually hearing that damn bell. "Do you hear that?"
Harry trailed off midsentence as a small black shape streaked by him, jingling all the way, and the tiny kitten reared up and started scratching at Severus's door, letting out pathetic little mews every few moments; its little gold bell and black leather collar gleaming in the firelight.
Viktor's eyes widened, "No. Can't be."
"There is no way…" Harry raised an eyebrow in confusion, and hurriedly bit back a laugh when the door opened to reveal the surly Professor wearing a green knee length bathrobe and… white tube socks.
Severus reached down and picked up the kitten before cuddling it to his chest, and glaring at the two young men as they burst into gales of laughter. He snorted, "Come on, Plato," and slammed the door shut.
Harry and Viktor looked at each other, before exclaiming in unison, "He has a cat!"
The two men laughed and laughed until Harry was literally crying his sides ached so bad.
Then out of sheer exhaustion, Harry slumped down on the sofa and Viktor snuggled up between his legs laying half on top of him.
The two stared at each other for a long moment before the professional seeker bit the corner of his lip and smiled softly at his oldest friend, "I know you're scared, but do you think you would be willing to try again?"
Harry looked at him for a moment and searched for a reason to say no, deep in his gut he feared that this would end up as a disaster but in his mind he couldn't find a single reason to say no."You promise we'll take it slow?"
Viktor smiled manically and pushed himself up onto his elbows, "Is that a yes?"
Harry couldn't help but smile when his lover became so excited, "Do you promise we'll take it slow?"
The man nodded, "we'll go as slow as you want."
"Thank you"
"Though," he smiled teasingly, "I don't know how slow we can go, we already sleep together and use the L word."
The teen looked at him pointedly, "You know what I mean!"
Viktor smiled and nodded before climbing up and catching the other boy's lips in a passionate kiss that continued to the point where both men were gasping for air with lips that were flushed with blood and arousal.
"Come on!" Harry detached himself from Viktor and stood up grabbing his lover by the arm. "We need to get out of here. As exciting as it may be to get caught in the act, I have a feeling Professor Snape might kill me if we have sex on his sofa."