A/N: Hey y'all! This was written for Hogwarts. PercyViktor… yes, it's a new ship that you will be seeing more of. Sorry not sorry. Takes place during the Triwizard Tournament.

Word Count: 601

WARNINGS: Some self-deprecating thoughts

Enjoy!

Percy wasn't quite sure how he'd ended up with his hand held firmly in Viktor's, but he didn't find himself minding it.

Viktor looked back at the Gryffindor excitedly, his blue eyes shining brightly. Percy felt himself go a bit pink; the Quidditch player's affections hadn't been something he'd anticipated. In fact, there had been nights were the question of why burned through Percy, forcing sleep away and demanding all of his energy.

But then morning would come again, and Viktor would smile at him from across the Great Hall, unaware that Percy was so tortured by his attention.

Percy let himself be pulled onto the Durmstrang ship with hardly a word of protest. He had a vague feeling that he wasn't supposed to be there, but he doubted he could get into any serious trouble with Krum in his company; Karkaroff seemed to bend to the boy's every whim. So he followed Viktor willingly into the belly of the boat, sparing hardly a thought to the fact that he could be using this free period to study—which was very uncharacteristic of him.

Viktor stopped and turned to look adoringly at Percy, who had to admit that it was the Bulgarian who wrote all the rules.

"Look," Viktor commanded softly, pointing to a circular window on the cabin wall. Percy followed his gaze and saw the water just outside, curious creatures that even Percy couldn't name swimming past.

The Gryffindor cleared his throat. "It's lovely," he managed. He fiddled nervously with his glasses. Viktor caught the motion and removed them slowly, watching Percy closely for a reaction.

Blinking as the world became unbearably blurred, Percy regained enough of his mind to cross his arms. "I can't see, you prat."

A low laugh rumbled out of Viktor's chest. "I know," he said triumphantly. "Now you have to see vhat I see."

Percy frowned, confused, but then Viktor's hands were on his face. The world stilled.

"You think I don't notice," Viktor whispered, a touch of sadness present in his voice. "But I know you don't understand vhy I like you."

Percy pressed his lips together. He would not admit that he couldn't understand what Viktor saw in him, when he could have anyone he wanted. There were nicer men, more handsome men, more athletic men… Percy knew he was smart, but that was the only pride he allowed himself.

He'd heard people complain about his other traits far too often to believe anything else.

Viktor took his silence as a confirmation to continue. He gently ran the pads of this thumbs over Percy's cheekbones, and though Percy could hardly make out the other man's features at such a short distance, he knew that Viktor was smiling.

"Beautiful," the Bulgarian whispered.

Percy's breath shuddered. "I…"

The hands paused. "Vould you like me to stop?"

Percy shook his head; that was the one thing he did know. "No."

Krum obeyed, then pressed a kiss to Percy's forehead before running his fingers over Percy's nose, eyes, lips—

Percy sucked in a breath. Viktor pressed their lips together, swallowing Percy's gasp.

"You're stunning," Viktor promised. "So smart. So ambitious."

Percy bit Viktor's lip lightly. "Bloody tired of your teasing. Get on with it."

He felt Viktor's smile. "So impatient," Viktor said, but then he was kissing Percy for real. For a moment, both were lost in their little bubble, alone in the isolated ship that had carried the Durmstrang students to Hogwarts. The glasses were forgotten for a long, long time.

But Percy didn't feel out of place in the other man's arms. Not even once.