morning_hell (morning_hell) wrote in triwizard_slash,

This chapter is really gay. Also, I don't like it.

Title: Fair Game
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Cedric Diggory/Viktor Krum
Summary: Cedric Diggory just wants a little adventure--something out of the ordinary. That's not so much to ask, is it? After all, unusual things happen all the time at Hogwarts. And an unsuspecting Viktor Krum might be just the thing to do the trick...
Warnings: Smutty? No gigantic plot. Also, mostly implausible.

Chapter Fourteen Summary: Just one more task, and all of Cedric's troubles will be over...

~Fair Game~

Chapter 14

The Third Task was up and coming, and Cedric did his best to put on his game face. He was still adamant about winning the Triwizard Cup, but for some reason it didn’t mean nearly as much to him as it once did. All he could think about was Viktor.

Had he made the wrong decision, offering up his heart on a silver platter? Had he done it because he believed it was right or had he just been too afraid to have Viktor angry with him? He doubted he would be able to forget the other boy either way. He glanced down at his leg, pants concealing the bruise marks left by Viktor’s powerful fingers just days prior and worried his lip between his teeth. He loved him. It burned him to the very core, but he loved him, and there was nothing he could do about it one way or the other. Cedric used to think that he was such a sensible person—a real level head. At least that’s what everyone always told him. But perhaps they hadn’t known him that well at all. Anyone with eyes could see that this was obviously senseless. Curling a hand through his hair, Cedric waltzed out of his tent to the anxious, roaring crowd.

“Don’t be too nervous, son.” Came the voice of his father as an arm wrapped around his shoulders. “You’ve done just splendidly in this competition.”

“I know, Dad.” Cedric nodded.

“Then buck up already! Why half these girls out here just came to see your smiling face.” Amos ruffled his son’s hair.

Cedric smirked slightly despite himself. “Alright, alright. I-it’s just…well I’ve got a lot on my mind, really. That’s all.”

“Oh? Like what?” his father stopped shortly to turn to him.

Cedric looked down at himself for a moment before sighing silently. “ ‘S’nothin’, Dad.” He dismissed. “I’ll be fine.”

“Alright, well you’d best get yourself in order. The Third Task’ll start any moment now.”

“Sure. I’ll just…go prepare then.” Cedric agreed as he slipped off away from the crowd. He had to get away from here before he went completely mad. There were too many people expecting too many things and he didn’t feel as though he could live up to them just now. After walking for some indeterminate amount of time, he made it to the deserted side of the great hedged maze, which was concealed by trees enough that he was certain he wasn’t followed or in view of the gawking spectators. Slowly, Cedric sank into a crouching position, holding his aching stomach and letting loose a few breaths of mild panic. What could be worse than this? He was so distracted. He was about to hurl himself into mortal danger yet again and all he could think about was his lousy teenage love life. The little boy in him just wanted to forget about all of this and go home. “This is bloody awful.” He whimpered slightly as he rubbed at his eyes.

“Cedric…” came a soft voice as someone knelt down in front of him. Hands took his elbows gently and pulled his arms away from his face so that he could see Viktor staring back at him.

“Viktor, I…how did you find me?” he sputtered in confusion.

“Followed you.” He admitted as he drew his hands away to where they hung over his knee. “You are ill?”

“No. I’m not ill.” Cedric pulled himself to his feet, cradling one arm. “I just don’t know what to… I’m worried. Terrified, actually.”

Viktor looked on at him with concerned eyes as he rose up as well. “Why is this?”

Cedric swallowed. “Everything. It’s because of everything. It’s because…I’m a coward. I’m a coward, alright?”

“No. You are not coward. You are very brave.” Viktor denied.

“No, no, I’m just…impeccably stupid. Which is why I think I put my name in the cup to begin with.” Cedric gestured nonsensically with one hand before gripping the bridge of his nose. “My friends really pressured me into it, you know, I’m not some Hogwarts hero or anything.”

“You are frightened? This is all that bothers you?” Viktor asked hesitantly.

Cedric frowned. “What are we?”

Viktor said nothing for a long while, clearly caught off guard by the bluntness of the question. There was either a very easy or a very complicated answer to that, and Viktor was not clever enough to try and decipher which. He rubbed his chin before taking Cedric’s wrist with a hand. “I care very much for you. You know this, yes? …Too much to let go.”

“Yes…” Cedric looked up at him with pathetically watery eyes. “I can be with you here and now. But what am I supposed to do when you’re gone?”

“Come to visit.”

Cedric didn’t know whether to laugh or punch him in the face. “Come to—what in the hell is wrong with you?”

“There is summer and holidays. I will see you these times.”

“And I suppose no one’s gong to ask when I disappear to go traipsing halfway across the world.”

“Then I will do for you.” Viktor nodded fervently. “Come back here, I mean.”

Cedric was mildly shocked by Viktor’s determination. “You…you mean you would really come all the way back here?”

“Yes. Is no other way.” Viktor confirmed.

Cedric suddenly felt a tad selfish for his immediate refusal to even attempt to meet Viktor halfway in this. He scratched the back of his neck and pulled his wrist away. “Well I mean…maybe I…”

“Is just until school is over for us, yes?”

“…I…well yes, I suppose that’s true. But…” Cedric blinked and stared at the ground for a moment. “Well what would I tell my father?”

Viktor stepped closer. “Nothing.”


“Can work, if you want. Will work. Please.” Viktor pleaded.

Cedric leaned forward and threw his arms around Viktor’s neck. “I—fuck! I just don’t…I don’t know what I’ll do on my own. I know it sounds funny…I haven’t known you for all that long. But school without you sounds so trite and boring.”

Viktor smiled and patted his back with a hand. “I will miss you too, Cedric. Very much. Very much…” He slung his other arm around him and closed his eyes.

“Well…don’t forget about me. Write me. L-let me know about…shitty Bulgarian weather and whatnot.”

“Yes. Will learn to write English better.” Viktor grinned.

Cedric pushed him back. “Well fine then, there’s no reason to say goodbye now. W-we still have some time before the end of the year…” he sighed. “I’m sorry that I’m being so difficult. So dramatic. I feel like an idiot.”

“No.” Viktor simply shook his head and gripped the front of his shirt, pulling him closer. They kissed for a long moment before the sound of commotion from a distance became too obvious to ignore.

Cedric broke off and eyed over the treeline as best he could. “…I think that’s our cue.” He muttered irritably. “I’d better get out there before my father sends out a search party.”

“Yes.” Viktor nodded, but drew another kiss. “Shté sé vídim skóro.” he whispered ambiguously before releasing him.

Cedric smiled, even though he didn’t understand, and headed back down the path towards the arena. Something made him stop on his way, however, and he turned back with his mouth partially opened. “Viktor, I—“

Viktor waited, but Cedric simply stood there frozen.

“Um…” he attempted to recover. “…Good luck, Viktor.”

Viktor smiled back at him, and a much more light-hearted Cedric walked away. What was the point of getting all sentimental before a competition, anyway? There was just one more task, and all of his troubles would be over.

Viktor watched as Cedric walked off, preparing to follow before the gruff clearing off a throat stopped him in his tracks. His stony expression immediately returned as he whipped around, ready to face whatever intruder may have seen him fraternizing with another boy. Much to his wary surprise, he found one of the Hogwarts professors staring at him. The odd one, with the limp and the false eye. Despite himself, Viktor took a small step back.

“Hey there, Krum.” He haggard man grumbled. He unscrewed a cap to some sort of flask he pulled from his jacket and took a heavy swig. “Come here, boy. I gotta have a word with you…”

~~~~end of chapter fortine~~~~

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Chapter 9 -
Chapter 10 -
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