A/N Sorry, I think we've taken ages to update. But be excited, we have almost reached the thrilling end of the story. One more chapter to go! And thanks to everyone who reviewed, and I will hunt down those who read and didn't review.
Disclaimer: As usual, we don't own anything, though I can proudly say this is the only Krum/Seamus fic I can find.
The Secret Diary of Seamus Finnigan
I'm going to go insane! There isn't anyone left in school who hasn't asked me, "How are you and Vicky going, Seamus?" No, that's not true, Lavender hasn't mentioned it.
I was right about Dean's drawing: he'd sketched the moment Krum's lips had touched mine, and by the end of the day, everyone in Gryffindor had seen it. Two days later, everyone we have classes with knew. By the end of the week, the whole school had heard of it.
And now, every time I walk down a corridor, someone says to me, "Off to see Vicky are you?", or asks me how our relationship is going. I've already beaten up Goyle about it, which, I must admit, was a very bad idea. It's not good to provoke people twice the size of yourself.
Harry and Ron are causing chaos behind me with a pair of fake wands. Harry just accidentally whacked me with a rubber haddock. It's a wonder Professor McGonagall hasn't noticed yet.
Ah, here we go. She's telling them off.
"Now Potter and Weasley have been kind enough to act their age," she's saying crossly, "I have something to say to you all."
I wonder what. Maybe I should actually put down my diary and pay attention. Oh, hang on, there's homework written on the blackboard, I'd better write it down.
There's going to be a ball. Apparently the Yule Ball is a traditional part of the Triwizard Tournament (it's supposed to help us socialise with the Beauxbatons and Durmstrang people) and a time for us to, as Professor McGonagall put it, "let our hair down".
Which means I'm going to have to ask someone to the ball. Like, ask a girl. Oh, this is going to be so humiliating. Also, we have to wear dress robes! Why can't they let us come in something more normal? Still, I shouldn't be complaining: I remember Ron's dress robes and I think maybe mine aren't so bad after all. We made such fun of his dress robes, me and Dean, when we first saw them, but I think now he's getting me back by talking about me and Krum.
Dean is going to die a slow, painful death for that. I told him it wasn't what it looked like, but he just said, "I know," laughing like a madman, then called out, "Hey! Lavender! Come and take a look at this!" And once he'd convinced Lavender that it had really happened, that he couldn't draw anything without seeing it, I knew I would never hear the end of it.
Now, as to who I will ask to the ball, I would say Lavender is the most obvious candidate. I mean, she's pretty, and she's friendly, and most of all, she's the only person left in the school who hasn't made a comment about me and 'Vicky'. Oh, and Hermione, but I'd have to go into the library to find her, and the library is scary.
Now Dean is tormenting me. "Are you going to ask Vicky to the ball?" Hang on, I have to hit with my diary.
Right then. I'll ask Lavender. That should get all thoughts of me and 'Vicky' out of Dean's head.
The Secret Diary of Dimitri Mendeleev
I finally figured out what's up with Vik. He's been acting all weird. I eventually gave up on the sideways approach (asking sneaky questions and trying to catch him off-guard) and asked him straight out. "What on Earth is up with you!"
He looked at me awkwardly then. "Do I have to answer that?"
I nodded. "That's the fourth time you've walked into a wall in the last half-hour! What's up?"
He continued to look uncomfortable. Eventually he muttered one word, so quiet I couldn't hear. I leaned closer. "What was that, Vik?"
"Seamus…" he whispered.
"What? Who's Seamus?"
"I don't know…" Vik said anxiously. Then louder, "Does it matter? He's gorgeous, but so what? He'll never love me."
There was a shout of laughter from outside somewhere, so I went chasing after the culprit. Someone had heard us and gone running off shouting, "Viktor's gay! Viktor's gay!"
I caught them, but no doubt everyone will know before long.
So I came back to Vik, and said, "So the problem is...you want to ask this Seamus to the ball but you're scared he won't go?"
Vik nodded sadly and wiped his sleeve across his face. I realised he was crying. "Don't cry," I said, not very sympathetically. "Why don't you ask someone else, then at least we'll know if Seamus likes you, if he looks at the person you take jealously."
Maybe that would get his mind off this Seamus.
But I was right! He is gay, like I thought when I saw his diary when we first came here. It's not something I would've expected of Viktor. I always thought he was a bit more manly that that. But I suppose gay guys can be manly too. I'm just under the impression that gay guys are always girly. That's possibly not true though.
Doesn't matter. So long as Vik doesn't throw himself off a tall building or anything, I'm happy.
I wonder what this Seamus thinks of Vik? And who is he anyway?.
The Secret Diary of Viktor Krum
The ball's getting close. Uncomfortably close, so Dimitri said, when he realised he only had three days left to find a partner. I don't need to worry. I have a partner. She's not Seamus, but she's sweet, and pretty (in a strange sort of way), and she must be the only girl I've seen here who doesn't look at me adoringly.
I should be happy, I know. She's all that, but she's just not Seamus. She hasn't got his bright happy face, or his shining eyes. She hasn't got that halo of golden hair, or his cute Irish accent (I never thought, after the World Cup, that I'd be able to say an Irish accent was cute). She's pretty, but Seamus is beautiful. I can imagine that Seamus in bed beside me, in my arms, is all I could ever want. I can't feel that love for Hermione.
