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"What is wrong with you!"

I awoke with a start, my head slamming against one of the posts of my bed, "What!" Fred stood before me, still clad in his pajamas, his face contorted with rage, "You know what I'm talking about!" he yelled, "You - you and...and...him!"

"Fred...what...?"
"Viktor! I know about you two! You went back with him to his ship...and didnt leave for hours!"
I was flabberghasted, "You were...spying on me!"
"No shit George!"

"Well Fred," I started, pushing the bed covers off my legs, "You and Angelina looked pretty fucking cozy at the supper table last night, or was that just my imagination too?" Fred instantly flared up and ripped the curtains from my bed posts, "THATS NOT THE BLOODY POINT!"

"Well then what is the point Fred? That it's fair that you date other people, but I can't?"
"It's the point that you're fucking Viktor Krum!"
There was silence for a few seconds as we just stared at eachother blankly, Fred still clutching my bed curtains; my hands on my pillow, ready too swipe at Fred incase he decided too attack me. "I dont understand what's wrong with you, Fred. Now you act like its a problem, after everything thats happened."

I climbed out of bed, grabbed my school uniform and headed towards the door, "Listen, I'm not coming around again until you figure out what's wrong. I really like Viktor and...well...that's that." I waited a second or two too see if Fred would follow me out, but he just stood there, facing away from me, his head hanging.

I didnt want to be stuck in this love affair with my brother any longer. It was killing us both.

After I got dressed, I headed down to breakfast, practically running into Harry on the staircase, "Can I place a bet for myself?" he asked with a smirk. "Dont think thats fair, but whatever." I quickly left him there.
"George, PLEASE!"

I spun around on my heel, ready to snap when Harry quickly flung his arms around me, "I cant...I cant do this George. I cant go through with this Tournament. I just want to quit, but I know I cant. I just...I cant fucking take this anymore." My arms hung limply at my side while Harry sniffled into my shirt, "Harry I dont know what to say..."

"I just...I'm sorry. I didn't know who else to talk to. And...I dont know, you always have something to say to cheer people up and I just thought... "
"That's Fred's job, not mine," I grimaced, "Fred is the one with the jokes and pranks, I just go along with it."
I could hear the Durmstrangs making their way to the castle, Viktor would be arriving at any moment, and here I was, stuck with a blubbering Harry Potter. "Well you trust Moody, right?" I asked, trying my best not to sound anxious, "Why don't you speak to him?"

"Well I -" But before Harry could answer that question, there were shouts erupting from outside, and the constant loud chanting of - "FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!" Harry and I ran outside as fast as we could, but all I could see were a group of brown shirted Durmstrangs and a few Slytherins and Hufflepuffs. Cho Chang was off to the side, being held back by two large Durmstrang boys, screaming bloody murder, "STOP IT! STOP IT! YOU'RE GOING TO KILL HIM!"

I pushed my way to the front of the crowd, shocked by what I was seeing. Viktor was pounding the shit out a bloody Cedric, who was barely concious. "Viktor!" I shouted, flinging my arms around his torso, "STOP IT!" Apparently my action worked because Viktor flew backward, sending me into the grass, "What the hell is wrong with you!" he spat directly at me, "I could have hit YOU!"

"You're the one throwing punches left and right and you're asking me?" I looked over across at Cedric who was barely breathing, blood spouting from his nose, "What the hell happened anyway?" I looked around at Viktor's Durmstrang schoolmates who were all grinning broadly, while Cho was finally released - flinging herself at Cedric. Before Viktor could answer my question, Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape both came storming out of the castle, wands in hand.

"What, what!" she cried pushing Durmstrangs and Hufflepuffs out of the way, "My God! Diggory!" Practically pushing Cho away she began to examine he bloody nose, "Mr. Diggory, are you alright? Can you hear me?" Cedric groaned, and McGonagall motioned towards a nearby Hufflepuff to fetch Madame Pomfrey. "My God boy what happened...?"

"It was Krum!" shouted Cho, pointing at a rather confused looking Viktor, "He just went insane and started pounding him! Cedric didnt even say a word!"

"Is this true Mr.Krum?"
Viktor stood motionless, staring down at Cedric's bloody nose and split lips, "I-I dont know what happened. It was like all of a sudden...I couldn't control myself. I just felt so mad. I'd never hurt anyone, ever! I was on my way to breakfast and he was the first person I saw and I felt the urge to just...make him bleed..." Tears started to roll down Viktor's cheeks, leaving streams down his bloody cheeks.

"Perhaps he was...bewitched, Minerva?" muttered Professor Snape, "Wouldn't be the first time this year." McGonagall just brushed him off, "You - Mr. Krum stay here while I fetch Igor. Miss Chang, you may escort Mr. Diggory and Madame Pomfrey up to the Hospital wing. The rest of you all have detention for the rest of the week...for standing around and not doing a thing!" She quickly stormed off towards the castle, Professor Snape on her heels.

A few Durmstrangs sniggered and patted Viktor on the back, while the Hufflepuffs and Slytherins went back to the Great Hall for breakfast. "Your nose...Viktor...its bleeding like crazy."
"Is it?" he asked, wiping his upper lip self conciously, "George..I'm sorry...I dont want you to think I'm like that...because I'm not..."

"Maybe Professor Snape was right maybe you were bewitched." As we continued to walk back towards the castle, Viktor winced, his hand going directly to his knee.
"Do you think you can walk?" I asked gently, "I can't bring you all the way back to the castle, but we're almost near the Quidditch lockers, do you think you can make it there?"

Viktor nodded, tears still flowing freely. "I have some extra clothes in here I think, ones I save for after practice," I dug through the locker I shared with Fred. His ugly mohair sweater that Mum had sent him was in there, along with a pair of orange couderoys. Well, this would have too do.

"These are all I have," as I tossed the clothes to Viktor, "They're ugly I know, but they should fit." But Viktor just sat there, staring at the orange courderoys in his hands, "Why did I do it?" he asked so quietly, I had to be sure if he actually spoke, "Excuse me?" I asked.
"Why did I hurt him?" Viktor looked up at me, blood still flowing freely from his nose, "What has he ever done to me?"

I grabbed one of my soiled Quidditch undershirts and held it too his bloody nose and attempted to change the subject, "Fred's jealous you know...he's been spying."
"Has he?"
"Yes."

I dabbed a bit of blood off of Viktor's upper lip, "There, is that better? You might have to see Madame Pomfrey later...I dont know any proper spells for fixing a broken nose but - " Before I could finish the sentence, Viktor had leaned into my hair, his lips brushing against my ear, "George..." he whispered, "I need you, please." His teeth caught hold of my ear lobe, biting it gently.

"Viktor...right here?"
I could feel his tongue sliding across my warm skin, his hot breath against my ear made me excited. I wrapped my arms around his broad torso, my fingers gently massaging his back as he kissed my ear, then my neck, his hands gripping my ginger strands. My hands tugged on the bottom of his uniform shirt, "Off." I said softly, pulling the rough fabric up over his bare chest and shoulders, "Watch my nose..." he said, wincing as I pulled the shirt quickly over his head.

I tossed his shirt to the floor, my lips meeting his full ones. He had a delicious taste when we kissed, it was always so sweet and soft, always leaving me with wanting more. My hands caressed his bare back, his fingers working the zipper on my school slacks, slowly making their way down to my hardening cock. I could feel his hand wrap itself around my cock as he kissed my lips harder, tugging me until I was finally and fully erect.

His thumb grazed over the tip of my cock, my breath coming in short ragged gasps as he bit my neck. I thrusted gently into his hand, and then again, my eyes locking with his soft, chocolate ones. "Sit here," he whispered, motioning for me to take a seat on his lap. I obeyed, my bare bottom hitting is erection softly. One hand on my hip, Viktor slowly ground his cock into my bare bottom, his other hand on my erection. I leaned back, my head on his shoulder; I could hear him moaning into my ear, so I thrusted again into his palm, my bare bottom hitting his hard-on with such force, he let out a yelp.

His teeth sunk gently into my neck as I thrusted into his palm once more, pre cum dribbling from the throbbing mushroom head of my cock. "Mmhmm..." he groaned into my hair, "Faster..." So I obeyed, thrusting into his hand while bouncing on his painfully hard cock. His pants were starting to become damp, I noticed, so I ground my bottom harder against him, sending him into a frenzy of moans - so loud, I was almost sure we were going to get caught.

Viktor was yanking on my cock now, almost to the point where it was painful - but it still felt amazing. "I'm going too..." I whimpered, my eyes closing. "Yes..." he whispered into my hair, "Me too..." Before I knew it, we were both crying out eachother's names in unison. Sticky come shot from the tip of my cock and into his hands, I could feel that his uniform pants were soaked through as I leaned back against his chest. He was still rubbing my cock, his fingers gliding over my balls that were slick with come, then to my asshole, "God...George..." he whimpered into my hair, "If this is a dream, I never want to wake up."