Author's Note: This is my entry for the Match Maker competition, written in half an hour with some serious jet lag but I managed it! I hope that you enjoy it.

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Fraternising with the Enemy

It was dark, it had to be dark, as George crept through the castle. He didn't have the map, Fred would have gotten suspicious if he had taken it and this was something that he needed to do alone. They had agreed to meet outside the library which would be closed by now and George had spent the last half hour memorising the prefect patrol patterns so he could avoid them all.

His breathing was the only sound that filled the empty corridor but he was surprised that the erratic thumping of his heart wasn't giving him away. A mixture of fear, excitement and guilt was clawing its way up his throat and really all he wanted to do was be sick.

He couldn't help repeating the words his youngest brother Ron had spoken to Hermione over and over in his head. 'Fraternising with the enemy'. It was a completely stupididea because like Hermione had said this whole competition was supposed to be promoting foreign relationships and inter-school communications. Still, he couldn't help but feel like he was betraying his family, even though Ron was ridiculously hot headed and prone to over reacting.

All thoughts about family loyalty left his head however as George rounded the corner that would bring him into sight of the library doors. His heart stuttered and his step faltered but the feelings of excitement finally beat out the other two emotions warring for his attention. He pushed a nervous hand through his thick ginger hair and quickened his steps. A small, tentative smile tugged at his lips as he looked hopefully towards the figure standing in the half-light next to the big wooden doors. A smile which became a full blown grin when his nervous attempts were returned enthusiastically.

George came to a stop and suddenly didn't know what to do. He was the tallest by only a few inches but he had always been unnaturally tall, both he and Fred were, but he was dwarfed by the broadness of the shoulders. It wasn't surprising, the guy was a professional Quidditch player, but it was still something that George, like anyone really, found incredibly attractive.

"George," Viktor spoke smiling up at him and oh his accent. George was melting on the spot like a teenager but he really couldn't help it and at that point in time he really didn't care. That lilt to his name was music to his ears.

"Do you want to go inside?" he asked nodding shyly towards the doors into the library and with a nod from his companion George muttered the spell and the pair slipped quickly inside.

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Much Love, MaryandMerlin x