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The invitation said to meet directly infront of the Gryffindor Common room right after dinner. We'd all go in groups of four or five. One big crowd would be way too obvious. Especially on a night like this.
After dinner, Fred and I were being ushered by Seamus, along with Dean, Ron and Harry. Of course, the invitation said we'd be 'celebrating' in an un- used dungeon, but that was only a ploy.
"W-will any Slytherins be there?" asked Ron, his voice a little shaky due to the fact that he wasnt really all that used to sneaking out without the cover of Harry's invisibility cloak.
"I think Zabini, and maybe a few others. Hopefully not Malfoy if we can help it. But if he is there, we'll know that he wont be the one telling if we get caught," winked Dean, taking the lead along with Seamus. We had never really done parties, Fred and I. Usually the parties we were at consisted of every aunt and uncle we had, and my great grandmother singing a drunken rendition of 'God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen'.
Suddenly, we stopped, "I have to do this you guys, its procedure." Seamus pulled out a few blindfolds from his back pocket, "Can't let you see where we're having it. That way, if one of you's decides to blab. Well, you wont be able to give good directions."
"Believe us, everyone's being blindfolded," said Dean, wrapping a black kercheif around my eyes, and tying it tight in the back of my head, "Just trust us." I could feel Seamus's hand cup around mine, and then Ron's arms wrap themselves tightly around my free arm, "Harry? Harry, is that you?"
Not more than a minute later we had stopped again. I could hear a door creaking open, and the heady scent of someone burning jasmine greeted my senses. I felt so lovely, and I was instantly reminded of a photograph my mother had in one of her World picture books. It was a picture of Japanese geisha, walking down flowered paths, lilies tucked between their raven colored strands. I wanted to be there so badly at that moment, but the very scent made me feel as if I was there - walking underneath the pink cherry blossoms, the sweet perfumed air greeting my body like a song.
"Aaaaand, we're off," Seamus slammed the door, and the blindfolds came off. It was like I had stepped in to a dream. Every boy that Fred and I had ever had a fantasy about was sitting in this room. Cedric Diggory and Roger Davies on one couch, chatting enthusiastically about Quidditch. Viktor Krum, lurking in a darkened corner, his hand clutching a small glass filled with odd blue liquid. I even spotted an alummni, Oliver Wood, chatting up some sixth year Ravenclaw boy whose eyes were lowered, his fingers cupping his glass so tightly, I could see his knuckles turning whiter by the second.
"What is this place?" asked Fred.
"Cant really tell you," said Seamus, his notorious devlish grin curling on his lips, "Its just a place Dean and I stumbled on one day."
Fred grinned at me, I knew exactly what he was thinking. A few minutes later we were seated on an overstuffed sofa, similar to the one in the Gryffindor common room. "Do you think...every guy in here...is"
"Yes." I answered Fred's question for him, "As much as they try to hide it. There's no use in denying it, thats all I have to say."
"Heeeey," I felt a plop on the seat next to me, and I turned to see a glassy eyed Cedric diggory, "Bloody hell, I havent seen you two in like...for ever." I gave a nervous laugh, Cedric had obviously had a few too many, "Well, I know its been a while."
His eyes widened, his reddening face turning into something comical, "Ohhh my God! Fred! I rememberr fourth year when you s-sent that bludger my way. That r- rrreally killed!"
Fred just smiled and nodded. Cedric was really embarassing himself. "So um George," he slurred, his face about two inches away from mine. I could smell strong liqour on his breath, and other familiar scents that I couldnt place, "You wanna...go for a snog?" He snorted, and sloshed his drink all over his fingers, "I've aaaaallllways wanted to kiss you," he chuckled again, and started to twirl my long strands between his fingers, "I mean like...aaaalllways. You're so damn cute, did you know that?"
"I knew that," Fred sniggered, raising a hand.
"Its okay George," nodded Cedric, trying to force himself to sound serious, his breath was so strong, I was surprised it didnt send me crashing to the floor, "Honestly I like...seriously would looove to get to know you better. I mean...you know-ww. There was V-vviktor," he snorted, and tears started to roll down his red cheeks, "I mean, I really liked him, you know!" he sniffled, and wiped his nose on his sleeve, "Like, I gave him some of the best days of my life! A-a-and...and he just - just told me to let go! He might as well have told me to go take a walk off a cliff!" Cedric was shouting now, his voice rising in falling in little waves, we were starting to get looks.
"And then!" he cried, "He just..told me to leave him alone! He said, 'You're really nice Cedric, but I like Hermione.' I mean...what-what-what the f-f-fuck, IS THAT?" He let out one long sob, and his head fell on my shoulder, "Honestly, George. You dont know what it's been like," he moaned into my shoulder, his cries muffled, just a little bit. Then all of a sudden, his head shot up, and he wailed, "YOU DID THIS TO ME!" he pointed at Viktor, who looked just as confused as usual, "YOU! I LOVED YOU! AND YOU RIPPED - YOU JUST - YOU R-RIPPED MY HEART OUT! YOU FUCKING SICK BASTARD! I - I ..."
"Hey, Cedric. Why dont you sit the next couple plays out, if you know what I mean," I said gently, patting him on the shoulder. I quickly reminded myself that if I was ever in the presence of Cedric Diggory, I should never give him alcohol. He wriggled himself violently out of my arms and went storming towards Krum, his usually coiffed hair sticking out on end, "You think its been easy! Huh? Well do you?" I could see Viktor wince and back away as Cedric yelled in his face, obviously he couldnt take the stench of alcohol that much either.
I watched as Roger Davies grabbed a hold of both of Cedric's arms, "Come on, its alright," he said gently, pulling the Hufflepuff away from the Bulgarian. Viktor looked as confused as ever, Fred was having a hysterical laughing fit, and Ron looked like he was going to cry. Apparently, this so called 'get together' wasn't exactly working out too well.
Roger Davies led Cedric off to the other side of the room, his arm never leaving the Hufflepuff's shoulder. I looked back at Viktor who was still clutching his drink, the same expression that he always wore still glued to his features. Catching my stare, Viktor thought it his duty to grace me with his presence. He sat down on the seat next to me that was formerly occupied by Cedric, "What you expect?" he said grinning, "I talk to that boy once and he thinks we get married."
His voice was deep and thick, his husky Bulgarian accent dripping over every syllable. He had a funny awkward grin, like a shy child's; he had a slight overbite and full lips that could either curl upward, or downward, into a smile, or a scowl. I could see why a girl would want to kiss him. Over in the corner, I could hear Cedric's intoxicated drawl still going, now he was ranting about Cho Chang and how she always 'bitched, bitched, bitched'.
"You went to World Cup?" he inched closer, I recognized the thick hashish scent that I had smelled so often while walking through Muggle territory in London, and I knew that Viktor Krum was most likely not himself tonight. "I was there," he said, grinning again, "I broke this," he tapped his nose with his middle finger, "Hurt like hell"
He was so near to me, I could feel his warm breath against my cheek. He didnt reek of alcohol and sweat like Cedric did, he smelled sweet and inviting. I wanted more.
"I was there," I answered, my voice shaky, "I saw that play you made."
He laughed softly, "Yeah. That one...should have won the Cup," then he turned his face towards mine, his chocolate brown eyes starting to water, "Can I kiss you?" he asked to my surprise. There was no doubt in my mind that Viktor was probably just a little drunk and had been experimenting with things that only Muggles did.
But his voice was like a hand between my thighs, something I wanted so badly but was afraid to get. I didnt know where Fred was, but I didn't really care. I don't know why I didn't care...I just wanted Viktor and everything he had to offer. "Please," he whispered, his face inching closer towards mine, his hands cupping my chin. I knew he was forbidden fruit, but I wanted to taste so badly. Too sink my teeth into the flesh and savor the sweet poison that was Viktor Krum, too know what it felt like to kiss a celebrity - too know how all those girls who lusted after him, kissed him, fucked him, held him had felt like.
So I let him kiss me, his lips sending me straight into a tidal wave. His kiss was so full and soft, it wasn't anything I had expected - he had obviously had alot of practice with the hundreds, maybe thousands, of girls he'd been with. He gripped my hair tightly, pressing his entire body against mine, pulling me into his world. And I went willingly.