This was written for Hogwarts, where I am a Slytherin (hiss hiss): Assignment #3
Women's History #3: Write about someone changing another person's view or opinion.
This is also includes a bunch of other Prompts. You can find those listed after the fic.
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Warnings: Don't think there are any. This is fluff. Straight fluff... or... well... gay fluff...
Rating: like.. K+ I think. Like I said. fluff.
Word Count (excluding A/N): 694
Something Better
The first time Viktor truly laid eyes eyes on Cedric, the Hufflepuff had finished training—his tousled hair was falling alluringly in grey eyes, and his training robes were clinging to his body quite gorgeously. Cedric moved with an unexplainable grace; Viktor was enthralled.
"How ya doin'?" Viktor asked, trying to imitate the way he had heard some Hogwarts students speak.
Cedric's lips twitched up into an amused smile. "Good, how are you?" he responded. Viktor decided he wanted to do everything he could to make him smile again.
"Just trying not to stare."
Cedric laughed at Viktor's words, and it made him feel warm.
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"I am thinking that you are insane," Viktor said, shaking his head and pulling the brown flight goggles off of his head. "Not a thing is better than flying."
The Quidditch player watched as Cedric rolled his eyes. "Seriously, Viktor. Not everything is about Quidditch."
Viktor laughed incredulously, shaking his head. Cedric was entertaining; Viktor found him to be sweet and charming, but deluded as well. Nothing was better than the freedom of flying.
The two of them were on the edge of the Quidditch pitch, brooms resting on shoulders; they had taken to practicing together, despite Quidditch being canceled for the year at Hogwarts and Krum taking a leave of absence from his professional playing for the Triwizard Tournament.
"Just trust me," Cedric said, his lips quirking into a grin as his stance relaxed. He began to walk to the changing room. "We will find something that you enjoy just as much."
"Not likely," Viktor muttered. Yet, he still found himself compelled to follow, almost like a lost puppy.
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"Papier-mâché," Cedric said, slapping a magazine on to the Hufflepuff table in the Great Hall. Viktor frowned and picked up the magazine, an old Quidditch issue that Viktor knew to have an article about him.
"I have read this," Viktor said with a frown. "There is not anything about… papier-mâché."
Cedric pouted softly, sitting beside Viktor and snatching the magazine from him. "It's not in the magazine. We make it out of the magazine."
Viktor snorted; Cedric was getting more desperate. In the last few weeks, Viktor had tried everything from painting to turning Harry's hair an ugly peach color. He'd had fun, but there was nothing he had tried that came close to the feeling of flying.
"Ricky," Viktor whined, ignoring the look of annoyance that crossed Cedric's features at the nickname. "No more new things. I beg you."
Cedric frowned and let the magazine drop to the table. "Fine, Vicky. I give up. You win. Nothing is better than flying," he said.
Viktor felt his features slip into a grin, and he turned back to his breakfast. "I knew you vould see things correctly."
Cedric was quiet for a moment, and Viktor silently celebrated his victory. His joy was short lived, though, and he soon started to feel a little sorry that he had dashed Cedric's hopes of finding him something new to enjoy.
Then Cedric let out a soft cry. "There's a bee on me!" he shouted, sounding distressed, and Viktor turned quickly to the Hufflepuff, startled that he was scared of such a small thing. No matter the case, Viktor was intent on protecting Cedric.
"Vhere is it?" Viktor said, eyes wide, expecting to find a bee to swat. Instead, his cheeks were grabbed and warm lips were pressed against his.
Cedric was kissing him. And it was warm and perfect and surprising. Then it was over.
"Vhere is the bee?" Viktor asked, blinking extensively. Cedric let out a soft laugh.
"The bee was just a way to get you to look at me," Cedric said softly, still holding Viktor's cheeks in his hands. Viktor noticed that Cedric's thumb was moving, and it was the best thing he had ever felt. He even closed his eyes and nuzzled into the warmth.
Viktor hear Cedric chuckle softly. "Can it be?" he murmured. "Have I finally found something you like better than flying?"
A light noise escaped Viktor's throat. "Maybe," he breathed before leaning in once more, sighing when he was pressed into the warmth of Cedric's lips.
A/N 2.0:
Hogwarts Assignment #3: Women's History task #3: Write about someone changing another person's view or opinion.
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Writing Clubs:
Count Your Buttons (object) #2: Magazine
Disney Challenge (song) #3: (dialogue) "Just trust me."
Showtime #1: (dialogue) "Can it be?"
Sophie's Shelf #14: Cedric/Viktor
Film Festival #24: (dialogue) "How ya doin'?" / "Good, how are you?" / "Just trying not to stare."
Angel's Arcade #12 Charmy:
(trait) Charming
(color) Peach
(animal) Bee
(object) Brown goggles
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Slash September: Viktor