Hi, I'm honestly sorry this is taking so long. I'm struggling a bit with chapter seven and I didn't want to put this one up until that one was finished but its been what? Two months since my last update? I was starting to feel guilty so I'm posting now.

Hope you like it.

Hanna xoxo

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Chapter Five

It was a week before Halloween and every single student was anxiously awaiting the arrival of the delegations from the other schools. Harry grumbled as he got in line with the rest of the fourth years. This was ridiculous, he felt like a show dog being paraded in front of the judges.

"Will they ask to check our teeth?" He whispered to Hermione as the heads of houses went from row to row making sure everyone was looking their best. He was somewhat cheered up by the giggle she gave in response.

He had to admit that he was impressed as he watched the other schools arrive. Beauxbaton's Abraxans had been amazing to see, they were enormous even by the usual standards for that breed. They towered over Hagrid, that's how big they were. They were like something out of a muggle fairytale.

But when Harry considered the magic and effort involved with Durmstrang's entrance it had been astounding. Harry's mind was reeling as he considered the amount of power it must have taken to somehow travel from where the ship had originally been docked to then land at the Black Lake. He knew for a fact that the lake was not connected to any other body of water, not underground streams or anything. Harry was almost desperate to figure out how it had been done.

He'd immediately started tossing theories back and forth with Hermione, as neither of them were particularly interested in the proceedings anymore. At least not until the students around them started whispering.

"Oh, Merlin."

"No, it can't be!"

"It is! It's Viktor Krum!"

Harry and Hermione whipped round to see who had spoken before following their line of sight to the Durmstrang student who stood at the side of Headmaster Karkaroff. It really was Viktor Krum. Harry's mind ground to a screeching halt before it rebooted and started working at lightening speeds going over every reason why this was a horrible, horrible situation.

"Wow." Hermione breathed. She was just as stunned as Harry over this turn of events. "I really didn't see this coming."

Harry just shook his head in a somewhat dazed manner. He hadn't either. He was barely aware during the feast to welcome the new arrivals and hardly touched his food.

"Oh, Harry." Hermione sighed as they sat on conjured arm chairs in Myrtle's bathroom. It had really become their unofficial headquarters during their time at Hogwarts. They were the only students Myrtle would willingly allow in the room and more often than not she sat down and had a chat with them. "It's nothing to worry about."

Harry whirled round to stare at her with slightly wild eyes. "'Nothing to worry about'?" He repeated incredulously. "Hermione, I know he'd never do anything like go to the paper over what we did but he has probably told his friends at least."

She just looked at him blankly, obviously not seeing a real problem. Yes, that might be slightly embarrassing but nothing to warrant this kind of freak out.

Harry just sighed in slight exasperation. "What if he tells his friends when he sees me here?"

The blank expression remained. "So he points you out to his friends, so what?"

"Mione, sweetheart, these are teenage boys. Lewd jokes and comments will be made. And while they might not be cruel about it, there is still a chance for it to get out!"

Hermione sighed this time, frustrated and still not seeing why Harry was so upset. "So it gets out then! It's nothing to be ashamed off! Most people will probably be jealous of you!"

"It has never been more obvious that you are an only child." Harry told her factually. "What if Cedric finds out, Mione? Viktor's eighteen. A full year older than Cedric and four years older than me."

Finally the seriousness of the problem registered and Hermione's eyes went wide. "Cedric would kill him." She whispered faintly.

Harry grimaced. That was the conclusion he'd reached too. This could not end well.

It took a day and a half for Harry and Viktor to bump into each other, which Harry thought was pretty impressive considering he was not actively avoiding the older boy.

"Harrison." Viktor said, shocked to be seeing the younger boy again. Harry glanced round as covertly as he could, making sure no one in the immediate area. He'd been heading to the library, which was seemingly where Viktor had just been. "I did not know you vent to Hogwarts."

Harry smiled at him. "I'm a British teenager, Viktor. What other school am I gonna go to?"

"You haff a point." Viktor chuckled. Harry looked around again, no one else was in the corridors.

Viktor caught the movement and stepped closer to the Ravenclaw, until he was barely two inches away. Harry had yet to notice. "Embarrassed to be seen vith me, Harrison?" Viktor whispered huskily.

Harry couldn't help but shiver, remembering the last time he heard Viktor speak like that. He turned wide eyes to the towering seeker. "No." He replied a little bit breathlessly. "Just making sure we aren't caught in a compromising position."

Viktor smirked and leaned in closer. "Vere you planning on getting me into a compromising position, Harrison?"

Harry didn't even try to fight the coy smile that curved his lips. "I think I'd be open to the idea of it." He answered, slightly surprised at the sultry quality his voice had taken on.

"Who do we haff to hope doesn't catch us?" Viktor placed one large hand on the curve of Harry's spine and pulled the smaller boy flush against him.

"My older brother." Harry wanted to make sure Viktor knew that this had to be a secret. "My over-protective older brother."

"Hmm." Viktor leaned down to nibble of Harry's earlobe as small hands curled around his neck. "Does this make you forbidden, Harrison?" He lifted the Ravenclaw completely off the ground forcing Harry to wrap thin toned legs around his waist.

Harry moaned wantonly at the large erection he could feel pressing into him. "Yesss." He hissed as Viktor moved them into an empty classroom and warded the door. "Completely off limits."

"It is a good thing I vos never one for rules then." Viktor made very quick work of their clothes and soon Harry was completely naked and lying on some poor teacher's desk with the Bulgarian hovering over him. He was almost incoherent with pure need as the first finger entered him. Viktor definitely knew what he was doing.

An hour later, Harry was sweaty, exhausted and completely draped across Viktor's broad, hard chest. He was rather comfortable andhis spine was humming pleasantly though he knew he'd pay for it later. He probably shouldn't have shouted 'harder' as much as he had, but honestly if he'd wanted gentle he'd have gone for a Hufflepuff. Not a professional Quidditch player four years his senior. Gentle wasn't likely in that situation.

"I was serious by the way." Harry murmured with a yawn. "My brother finds out about this and he will try to kill you."

Viktor gave a rough chuckle. "Vhy vould he do that, Harrison?"

Harry shot the man a grin. "Because you corrupted his little brother."

The older man pressed against Harry's burning bum causing the younger boy to moan and squirm at the mixture of pleasure and pain. "I did indeed." He murmured as he captured those pink lips in a searing kiss, his newly awakened erection teasing Harry's tender entrance.

They lay in silence for a while after another session of surprisingly passionate sex, basking in the afterglow of multiple orgasms. The darkening sky beyond the window caught Harry's attention. He groaned. It would be dinner soon and if he wasn't there and Hermione was then his brother would worry.

"Vhot is wrong?" Viktor asked in response to Harry's groan.

"I have to go. It's almost dinner and it'll be noticed if I'm not there." He grimaced as he stretched and stood. He wasn't looking forward to sitting on the hard benches in the Great Hall. Could he cast a cushioning charm without anybody noticing?

Harry had just finished shimmying into his school trousers when Viktor came up behind him. He rested his large hands on Harry's slim hips and pulled him back against that muscular chest.

"Meet vith me again." Viktor whispered directly into his ear causing goose bumps to form up and down the arms of the Ravenclaw.

Harry bit his lip. Could he risk it? "When?"

"Tomorrow."

Harry moaned when he felt lips, teeth and tongue attack his neck. He decided he could be a little bit late to dinner.

"Harry, where were you?" Hermione asked as soon as they entered the privacy of their bathroom which was where she'd dragged him as soon as the meal had finished.

He bit his lip to hold in his smile. "I might, just might, have been with Viktor."

Hermione's eyes lit up and she squealed like the girl she was. "What happened?"

"What do you think happened?" Harry said flatly, shooting her look.

Her eyes went wide and she squealed again before throwing herself at him. As much as Hermione would deny it, she loved good gossip just as much as the next person. You just had to find a topic that interested her.

"Calm down, Mione." Harry said with a chuckle. "We are only sleeping together. There's nothing more to it."

"I know." She said, pushing her hair out her face. "But he's gorgeous and if there is any truth to the stories in Witch Weekly then we know he's good in bed. Well, you'd know that anyway. I'm just happy for you, Harry. This is exciting!"

"Why Miss Granger, are you living vicariously through me?"

"Of course. I'm not quite ready for sex yet but that doesn't mean I don't enjoy talking about it. I am a teenager."

Harry laughed and curled his arm around her shoulders. "Then live away Mione. I'll be sure to update you tomorrow."

She glanced at him and raised an eyebrow. "You're meeting again?"

"Yep." He said with a shrug. "It's not like I'm gonna say no. The man is hung."

There was dead silence for almost five seconds for Hermione burst out into hysterical giggles. Harry joining her soon after.

The rest of the week past quickly and before anyone knew it, it was time to announce the selected Champions for the Tri-Wizard Tournament. Viktor was sitting a the Slytherin table with the rest of his school, Harry sighed thinking about the man he was coming to consider a friend, not just someone he was having sex with. If both he and Cedric were selected, it looked like Harry would have two people to worry about. It's a good thing Viktor was rather helpful, not to mention capable, when it came to relieving stress.

Harry had applauded politely when Fleur was chosen, clapped hard when it was Viktor's turn and cheered louder than anyone when Cedric's name had come out of the Goblet but he was just as confused as everyone else when the Goblet interrupted Dumbledore by turning red for a fourth time. There wasn't even a fourth school to choose from.

"Harry Potter!" Dumbledore bellowed, intently searching the Hall with somewhat wild eyes.

"What?" Harry shouted, freezing as he felt every eye in the Hall turn to him. He could see they were all confused about what to think. They knew he'd have never done this to Cedric but there was no one else to blame, no one would have entered someone else into this tournament. They'd want the recognition for themselves.

Dumbledore seemed to have regained some of his composure and gestured to the door the Champions had all gone through. "This way Mr Potter, please."

"No!" Harry shouted back at him. He was not letting them force him into this, he'd fight it tooth and nail. "It doesn't count. I'm not Harry Potter. I keep telling you that. For the last seven years my name has been Harrison Diggory. My name didn't come out the Goblet. It's not me."

"Not to worry, Mr Pot- Diggory." Dumbledore said in a grandfatherly tone that was really not helping Harry keep a hold on his currently explosive temper. "The matter will be investigated. But for now would you please join the other champions so we can finish up the feast."

Harry growled under his breath and stormed to the side of the room and through the door. Unable to resist, he slammed the door behind him as hard as he could. He couldn't believe this! Dumbledore and his bloody incompetence. Surely they couldn't make him compete. He'd have no chance!

"Harry?" Cedric asked slightly warily, he knew what his brother's temper could be like when truly provoked. His biological mother was a redhead after all. "What's wrong?"

Harry growled again. "Someone entered me in the Tournament! My name came out the bloody Goblet! And I will bet you they'll make me compete!"

"C'est impossible!" Fleur shouted rising from her chair. "You are too young! You will be 'urt!"

Harry deflated and covered his face. "I know." He whispered. He was perfectly aware of what his odds would be in this competition. "But that hasn't bothered Dumbledore for the last three years. Why should it now?"

"Vhot do you mean?" Viktor asked with a frown while Fleur put her arm around Harry and drew him further into the room.

"Since I came to this school, I've almost died… How many times, Ced?"

Cedric looked thoughtful as he began to tick things off on his fingers. "There was the troll, then when someone messed with your potion, that detention in the Forbidden Forest, Quirrell, the Chamber of Secrets and when the dementors flooded the Quidditch pitch and you passed out. That's six. There's probably more."

Both Viktor and Fleur seemed to be absolutely lost for words. "Dumbledore allowed thees to 'appen?" Fleur asked eventually.

"Never did a thing." Harry answered with a negligent wave of his hand. "And he won't do anything now either."

Before anyone had a chance to say anything else the door was thrown open again and almost every member of staff, native and foreign, and the Ministry officials swarmed in, trying to get to Harry first. He froze like a dear in the headlights. Fortunately the others didn't or he'd have been trampled. Viktor immediately put his hand on Harry's shoulder, drawing this smaller boy closer to him, while Cedric and Fleur stepping in front of him. Effectively stopping Dumbledore from grabbing him and shaking him like he obviously wanted to.

"Mr Potter, did you put your name in the Goblet?" Dumbledore asked with a sense of urgency that confused Harry.

Harry almost growled but instead stuck out his chin and said stubbornly. "I'm not answering you."

"See!" Karkaroff exclaimed, throwing one hand up in a 'eureka' motion. "The boy has something to hide!"

"Actually," Harry said, almost conversationally. "I'm not answering because the question was not addressed to me. I do not see a Mr Potter in this room."

"Answer the question, Harry. This is not a time for games." Dumbledore demanded.

"I'm not playing games. I've been here four years. You should have learnt my bloody name by now. How many times have I asked you to address me as Mister Diggory, Headmaster?"

"Harry-" He tried again.

"Mr Diggory, to you Headmaster."

Dumbledore sighed as though the weight of the world was on his shoulders. He'd obviously, finally realised he wasn't going to win that argument no matter how many times he tried. "Mr Diggory, did you put your name in the Goblet?"

Harry was half tempted to ask which Diggory he was talking to but didn't want to push his luck, as funny as it would have been. "No, sir. I've been worried enough that Cedric was entering, I really don't want to be in this competition. I'm only fourteen and I'm not suicidal."

The adults argued for some time after that, everyone had an opinion about whether or not Harry had entered himself. Actually Karkaroff argued, the others seemed to believe Harry was innocent and told the man so as well.

"Excuse me!" Harry interrupted, he was getting rather annoyed now. Well, more annoyed than he already was. "Shouldn't you be discussing whether or not I'm going to be forced to participate?"

Dumbledore sighed again. "I'm afraid there is no choice. You have to take part."

"But it wasn't my name that came out!"

"That doesn't matter, Mr Diggory." Crouch said as though it should be obvious. "With the others, they wrote their name in their own hand so they are bound. You are bound, regardless of it being the wrong name, because the slip of paper had an imprint of your magical signature on it."

Harry felt the blood drain out of his face. He really was magically bound to compete. A wizard's magical signature was like a finger print, unique to them and often used in place of a written signature. It would have taken an extreme amount of highly advanced spell work to do but it was possible to transfer an imprint of a magical signature from one object to another. Someone could have gotten Harry's magical signature from anything. Something he transfigured or charmed in class, a piece of homework he'd made a mistake on then used magic to fix.

"Well, what school am I competing on behalf of?" Harry demanded stubbornly. He knew he was just being difficult but he didn't care. They should have had some sort of failsafe to keep this from happening. Any underage student could have done the same thing, just charmed the parchment then ask an older student to put it in. It would have counted apparently.

"What do you mean, Mr Diggory?" Bagman asked, clearly not understanding the question. Actually only Dumbledore and Snape seemed to realise where Harry was going with this. Dumbledore just looked resigned while Snape looked faintly amused.

"Hogwarts already has a champion and it wouldn't be fair to the other schools if they had two. It doubles Hogwarts' chances of winning. Besides my name came out as a fourth school champion. So what school? Or am I independent and I just take the trophy home if I win?" Not that he thought he would win but still.

The adults seemed flabbergasted but Harry was right. It wouldn't be fair if Hogwarts had a second champion. It could affect relations between the countries if the guest schools went home saying they were treated unfairly.

Madam Maxime smiled softly at the boy, impressed that he was not just sitting passively and allowing this to happen to him. It looked like even Karkaroff had a measure of respect for the lad.

After minutes of stuttering from Bagman and Crouch they did concede that Harry was only representing himself in the Tournament. Harry grinned at the look on Dumbledore, Bagman and Crouch's faces when Madam Maxime offered to place an order for Harry's tournament jersey at the same time she ordered Fleur's. Once he'd chosen his colours of course as he clearly wouldn't be wearing Hogwarts colours.

Crouch left shortly after that muttering about damage control, leaving Bagman to tell them that the first task would take place on the twenty fourth of November and what they were facing would be explained then. After that Dumbledore had ushered all the champions out of the room, telling them to go celebrate.

"I can't bloody celebrate." Harry couldn't help but mutter. "I've got a Last Will and Testament to write."

Harry had parted with the three other champions in the Entrance Hall, Cedric's dorms being on ground level. Both Fleur and Viktor hugged him goodbye and promised to help in anyway they could. Fleur was still ranting about neglectful headmasters and incompetent ministry workers.

Ravenclaw common room was still crowded when Harry got there. Everyone from third year and above was waiting up to hear about what had happened. Harry sighed, he'd been expecting this. That's why he hadn't taken Viktor up on his whispered offer. He suspected people would be waiting for him and here they were. At least the Ravenclaws would listen to what he said and think about it logically. A house like Gryffindor would just assume he'd done it himself and not listen to reason, no matter what he said.

After he'd explained how he'd been forced into the competition, most people promised to help in anyway they could. Harry had tried to tell them it was against the rules but the majority of people, including Hermione shockingly enough, just told him to screw the rules, it's against the rules compete if you are underage but they were still making Harry do it.

There were however a few skeptical people among them, people who believed Harry had entered himself. The most vocal of this group was Cho Chang. She'd been dating Cedric the year before. They'd probably still be together if some of Cedric's friends hadn't heard her gossiping with her friends about Harry. While gossip about Harry was a common thing, Cedric's girlfriend really shouldn't have been adding fuel to the fire and even worse, she'd been the one starting a lot of rumours about Harry. It was actually her fault that the school knew Harry was gay. Harry had only just told his family and Cedric had shared it with her in confidence. She'd barely kept the secret a week.

"Are you sure you didn't put your own name in?" She asked rather snidely. Someone in the crowd coughed, it sounded a lot like the word 'bitter' to Harry. Cho must have thought so too if the bright red cheeks were anything to go by.

"Don't be so petty and stupid." Hermione snapped before Harry had a chance to answer. She stood up and put her hands on her hips, preparing to give Cho a proper dressing down like she should have done last year. No one messed with her boys. "The Goblet is a centuries old magical relic and it was tricked into believing there was a fourth school. That would take an awful lot of power. No matter how powerful Harry is, he is still untrained. A fourth year doesn't have the magical stamina to cast a spell that strong without leaving themselves in a coma for a week. Think before you speak, Chang. You're supposed to be a bloody Ravenclaw. Use your head."

Cho's face burnt brighter as people around her started nodding in agreement, even some that had been unsure about Harry's innocence before. Though whether they were agreeing with Hermione's explanation of events or her opinion of Cho was anyone's guess.

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"I should have stayed in bed." Harry whispered to Hermione the next morning at breakfast.

"Don't be silly, Harry." She told him with a shake of her head as she buttered herself some toast. "You have done nothing wrong. Don't you dare think about hiding from this."

"But Mione…" He whined piteously. "Everyone's staring."

"But no one is judging." Cedric as he sat down next to his brother at the Ravenclaw table. It wasn't completely unusual for the siblings to sit together for one meal or another. He threw the paper down next to Harry's juice. "And that's why."

Harry held up the paper for him and Hermione. They grinned at the headline.

Boy-Who-Lived Forced Into Dangerous Tournament!

Written by Rita Skeeter

It has been public knowledge for a month now that the Tri-Wizard Tournament has made a come back under a series of new regulations intended to make the contest safer for all those involved. However these new rules seem to be doing very little to help.

Last night at HogwartsSchool of Witchcraft and Wizardry was the Feast for the Selection of Champions in which a magical relic called the Goblet of Fire chooses who will represent each school. Normally there are only three champions chosen, one for each school yet, in a surprising turn of events, a fourth champion was selected.

It was later revealed that someone had cursed the artefact into believing there were four schools and added a single piece of parchment with the name 'Harry Potter' written on it. Despite the fact that this is no longer the name of the Boy-Who-Lived, Harrison Diggory is still being forced to participate. Does the Ministry not care at all that this contest has killed hundreds of older students as it is? Harrison Diggory is only a fourth year yet he is being forced to compete against students more than three years his senior, including his own adopted brother Cedric Diggory, who was furious at what was being done to Harrison.

The siblings had tried to argue that as the name 'Harry Potter' is no longer used it shouldn't bind Harrison to the contract. This would normally render the contact null and void yet it seems whoever has done this to our Saviour also left an imprint of Harrison's magical signature on the slip of paper. Effectively trapping Harrison Diggory in a competition that has claimed many lives.

Is that the culprit's hope? That Harrison Diggory will not live to see the end of the school year? Even Harrison himself knows his chances aren't good. He was overheard saying "I don't want to be in this Tournament. I'll be lucky if I even live through the thing, let alone win."

How had this travesty been allowed to happen? This reporter was horrified to learn of the injustice being done to our saviour.

The Tournament is being supervised by Ludovic Bagman and Bartemius Crouch, so I must ask, why are they allowing this to happen?

Is anything being done to help Harrison Diggory survive the odds?

"This is brilliant. But how did she know this?" Hermione mused aloud as she reread the article. Harry and Cedric shared a look but didn't say a word.

"Do people believe it though?" Harry asked, gazing round the Hall trying to see if any of the stares he was receiving were hostile.

"Hufflepuff do." Cedric told him. "They know you wouldn't do that to me. They have your back too. They think like Rita, you should have a bit of help in this."

"The Ravenclaws think the same." Hermione said distractedly. "Harry, you might need someone to handle your press now."

"What?" He asked, completely confused.

"Well, I know I said you won't need some help until you start dating and giving these people something to write about, but with your involvement in the tournament, reporters are going to start snooping soon. You should think about hiring a Press Rep now. You need to protect yourself."

"She might be right, you know." Cedric had a thoughtful look on his face. "Some reporters can be vicious and so can some people. You need someone who can handle this stuff."

Harry nodded absently, they certainly had a point. He wouldn't have a clue what his rights were when it came to what reporters might write. Maybe he'd ask Viktor what company his Quidditch Club used.

"I can giff you the name of someone who can help." Viktor told him later that night as they were lying in post-coital bliss. "Your friend is right."

"Thanks." Harry whispered as he placed lazy open-mouthed kisses on the chest he was lying on. He grinned when he felt Viktor getting hard again. This really was Harry's favourite part of the day. He reached down and wrapped his hand around Viktor pulling a strangled groan from the older man.

He revelled in the hiss he got as he squeezed. In a flurry of movement, Harry found himself once more under the professional seeker.

"You are a tease." Viktor told him before he swooped down and started sucking on Harry's neck.

Harry couldn't help but writhe and moan as Viktor slipped into his already loosened hole. Merlin, he loved this. He'd never felt so full or so much pleasure as he did when he handed himself completely over to Viktor. He almost sobbed at repeated hits on his prostate. His body felt like it was on fire. He'd never felt more alive.

And it wasn't just the sex that Harry enjoyed. He liked talking with the man. Viktor was funny and interesting. Harry knew that he was in serious danger of developing real feelings for the Bulgarian.

"Yeah, I am." Harry whispered huskily. "But you enjoy it."

"I do." Viktor admitted before pulling him into a bruising kiss as they both reached completion at the same time.

A week later Harry was sitting in the teachers lounge with his brother and Miss Jillian Moore, who was to be his new Press Representative. She was about mid-twenties with cropped blonde hair. Harry liked her so far, she was professional yet friendly.

She'd spent the last hour going over exactly what her job would be. She would be monitoring all coverage of the Tournament and any Tournament related events. Harry had no idea there were other events there were apart from the tasks but he would be asking someone as soon as this meeting was over. He just prayed it had nothing to do with the dress robes that were on their school lists for the year.

Jill had explained to them that because Harry was a minor, the press had to be very careful what they said about him. Had he not been adopted, the press would have probably written anything they wanted but here he had someone to back his corner when someone went too far.

But this meant that Harry also had to be very careful about what he was doing. Speculation was allowed if it had circumstantial evidence to back it up and it could be stopped or countered but if he should be caught red handed, there was very little Jill would be able to do. Except for damage control.

Harry went rather still at this announcement. His mind instantly going to Viktor and their night-time rendezvous. It would be a disaster if anyone found out about them. Cedric would be furious, his parents would be disappointed and the entire world would know he was having an affair with a man four years older than him. Everyone would think he was a slut.

The only thing Harry had to be thankful for was that at least Viktor couldn't get in any legal trouble for it. Most purebloods still used marriage contracts and some of them kicked in at fourteen for reasons that were completely beyond Harry but this meant that the legal age of consent was fourteen. Purebloods considered it very important that an heir was conceived as soon as possible.

Should he put a stop to things with Viktor? Despite the amount of time they spent together they weren't actually in a relationship. They were more friends with benefits. But was that worth the risk of being caught? Harry shuddered as he imagined the sort of backlash they would face. It would not be pretty. Though of course there would be magazines like Witch Weekly that would be convinced him and Viktor were star crossed lovers who'd tried so hard to keep their romance to themselves.

He snorted at the thought. Harry and Viktor might be attracted to each other but there was no romance in it. No declarations or true love. No hearts or flowers.

There was just a sort of heat that would boil Harry's blood whenever they were in the same room. No matter where they were, eating in the Great Hall or just passing in the corridors, Harry would feel the scorch of Viktor's eyes as they roved up and down the Ravenclaws body as though mentally undressing him. It never failed to make him tremble in anticipation.

Harry bit his lip. It didn't matter what the risk was. He didn't care. The other man knew the risks. He enjoyed the time he spent in Viktor's company, writhing under the ministrations of those talented fingers and lips. He knew that maybe he enjoyed it too much. He wasn't going to let it go until he absolutely had to.

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