Midnight Journeys
Chapter 1
The night was cold. Even colder once Harry was up 50 feet up in the air.
I don't think I can do this.
Harry thought to himself.
This is too hard.
He continued.
No one ever asked Harry how he felt. Everyone just thought he had done it. But, how could he have done it, if there was an age line?
"It is pretty cold up here isn't it?" came a thickly accented voice behind Harry.
He lost balance, and almost fell off of his broom. It looked weird. He shook and wobbled, but didn't fall.
"I am very sorry. I should haff thought about it first. Before I came out here and scare you." the voice continued.
Harry turned around, and saw the outline of Viktor Krum behind him.
"What are you doing here?" Harry asked, meaner than he wanted to.
"I am sorry I just came to see you practice," Viktor said, his head dropping.
"I'm sorry Krum. I truly am. I'm just used to being out here alone," Harry apologized.
"No need to be sorry Potter, and please call me Viktor," Krum- excuse me, Viktor replied.
"All right I will," Harry replied, a smile flashing on his face.
"Let us go for a test flight, please? I vould love to," Viktor asked.
"Alright," Harry agreed.
"But could ve please go on my broom only?" Viktor asked.
Harry nodded.
Soon, Harry had put his Firebolt in the lockers, and was flying through the air hanging on to Viktor Krum for dear life.
"Having fun?" Viktor asked looking back at Harry.
"Brilliant!" Harry replied.
"Hov about ve do something different?" Viktor asked.
"What do you have in mind?"
"Vat do I have in mind? You vill be surprised."
Viktor flew down to the dew-kissed grass of the quidditch field.
It had definitely gotten colder.
Viktor and Harry walked to the locker rooms, and each made their way to a shower.
"Vere are you going?" Ve are shovering together no?" Viktor said/asked.
"Are you sure? We barely know each other?"
"Vell if you don't vant to, I vont make you," Viktor replied, sounding disappointed.
Harry undressed and hopped into the shower, and Viktor stared. He could feel himself getting hard.
He couldn't help but stare. Harry had such a nice body. And the way the water licked at his abs was enough to make any guy go crazy.
Viktor found himself playing with himself, while staring at Harry.
"Viktor I'm getting cold," Harry said hopefully.
"You need me to keep you varm?" Viktor asked, his face lighting up.
"Yes please," Harry replied.
Not two seconds later, Viktor was in the shower, washing Harry's back.
Harry turned around, and placed his finger on Viktor's chest.
"Mmm," Viktor moaned. "Vat is the boy-voo-lived going to do to the famous vell looking Viktor Krum?" He teased.
The night was cold. Even colder once Harry was up 50 feet up in the air.
I don't think I can do this.
Harry thought to himself.
This is too hard.
He continued.
No one ever asked Harry how he felt. Everyone just thought he had done it. But, how could he have done it, if there was an age line?
"It is pretty cold up here isn't it?" came a thickly accented voice behind Harry.
He lost balance, and almost fell off of his broom. It looked weird. He shook and wobbled, but didn't fall.
"I am very sorry. I should haff thought about it first. Before I came out here and scare you." the voice continued.
Harry turned around, and saw the outline of Viktor Krum behind him.
"What are you doing here?" Harry asked, meaner than he wanted to.
"I am sorry I just came to see you practice," Viktor said, his head dropping.
"I'm sorry Krum. I truly am. I'm just used to being out here alone," Harry apologized.
"No need to be sorry Potter, and please call me Viktor," Krum- excuse me, Viktor replied.
"All right I will," Harry replied, a smile flashing on his face.
"Let us go for a test flight, please? I vould love to," Viktor asked.
"Alright," Harry agreed.
"But could ve please go on my broom only?" Viktor asked.
Harry nodded.
Soon, Harry had put his Firebolt in the lockers, and was flying through the air hanging on to Viktor Krum for dear life.
"Having fun?" Viktor asked looking back at Harry.
"Brilliant!" Harry replied.
"Hov about ve do something different?" Viktor asked.
"What do you have in mind?"
"Vat do I have in mind? You vill be surprised."
Viktor flew down to the dew-kissed grass of the quidditch field.
It had definitely gotten colder.
Viktor and Harry walked to the locker rooms, and each made their way to a shower.
"Vere are you going?" Ve are shovering together no?" Viktor said/asked.
"Are you sure? We barely know each other?"
"Vell if you don't vant to, I vont make you," Viktor replied, sounding disappointed.
Harry undressed and hopped into the shower, and Viktor stared. He could feel himself getting hard.
He couldn't help but stare. Harry had such a nice body. And the way the water licked at his abs was enough to make any guy go crazy.
Viktor found himself playing with himself, while staring at Harry.
"Viktor I'm getting cold," Harry said hopefully.
"You need me to keep you varm?" Viktor asked, his face lighting up.
"Yes please," Harry replied.
Not two seconds later, Viktor was in the shower, washing Harry's back.
Harry turned around, and placed his finger on Viktor's chest.
"Mmm," Viktor moaned. "Vat is the boy-voo-lived going to do to the famous vell looking Viktor Krum?" He teased.
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