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The Blind Date
Hello! Okay, so this is my very first Harry Potter story(that is being shared with the public), so you have been warned. I decided it was time to post it on AFF.net too. I don't own any of it 'cept for the crappy writing. This story has slash/guy-guy relations in it. If you're not into that, then leave. Hmmm...I think that about covers it. ON WITH THE STORY! Enjoy!
A million thanks to Mamacita: Super Beta for fixing the chapters up. Thank you! *sends fruit
basket*
"Normal stuff" is talking.
Italics are people's thoughts.
*These words* are Draco's inner voice talking.
Chapter 1
The Blind Date
“I have to what?”
Lucius sighed heavily. “You are to date Mr. Krum. Apparently he is of your persuasion.” The blonde man looked at his son, giving the boy time to take in this information.
“I don’t even know him. I’ve never even talked to him.” Draco felt his lungs clench and his heart beat faster. He knew his father was watching him and willed his heart to calm down. He took a deep breath before speaking. “When?” he asked, looking at the man before him.
“After the match you will go with him.”
“W-with him? Where to?” Draco knew he was asking too many questions and testing his father’s patience, but he couldn’t help himself.
The man clenched his teeth in an effort to keep from yelling at the boy. “You will go wherever Mr. Krum sees fit,” he growled out.
Draco’s eyes widened and he was sure his annoying heart had ceased to beat. “Alone?”
Lucius sneered. “Of course alone, you impudent child!” He smirked, noticing how lost the boy seemed.
Draco watched the Bulgarian the entire game, noting how proud of himself he looked each time he dodged a particularly angry-looking Bludger. He had to admit he was quite taken by the man. His handsome face was entrancing, not to mention his broad shoulders and solid chest. This won’t be so bad...I guess, Draco thought to himself, his eyes following Krum as he shot towards the small flicker of gold off to the right. He flew after the Snitch gracefully, catching it and winning the match against the Irish. As the crowed roared, Draco suddenly realized the game was over. His heart began to pound against his ribs again, and his eyes widened.
Looking over at his son and seeing Draco’s expression, Lucius smirked and leaned in close to make sure only the boy heard him. “I hope you can think of a way to congratulate him properly.”
Draco paled at his father’s words, causing the slight pink tinge that naturally graced his cheeks to disappear. C-c-congratulate him? Draco thought frantically.
“Are you sure he’s even like that?”
“Please! That barbarian would screw anything with an orifice.”
Not knowing exactly why, Draco felt a little offended by his father’s statement, but he showed no sign of it for he knew that was the main reason Lucius had said it.
After the game was over Draco and his father headed for Krum’s tent. Draco was a ball of nerves. He tried to calm himself by humming and wringing his hands together. By the time they reached the tent entrance his hands were red from the friction. They waited while the Minister announced their presence and entered after they received permission. Draco trailed behind his father, hesitating only for a split second. He was somewhat relieved to see a tall, burly man with a thick accent and black teeth, rather than Krum himself.
“Viktor is in the shower, but he should be soon done,” the large man said, and he offered them tea.
The platinum-haired boy sipped his tea nervously, now and then answering the few questions directed at him. His imagination got the best of him and soon Draco found himself playing out various possible situations in his mind between him and the Bulgarian who was currently showering. He stared into his cup as he swirled the cloudy liquid, creating a small whirlpool in the center. Draco barely noticed when Krum walked into the room wearing nothing save the small towel that was held in place at his waist by his large hand. A look of surprise spread across Krum’s face and he looked at the large man questioningly.
Apparently Krum hadn’t been expecting them, or if he was, he must have thought they would arrive at a later time. Draco, however, didn’t notice any of this, being too distracted by the man’s wide chest, shiny from the water that still clung to him from his shower.
Oh my, Draco thought. What am I doing? Stop staring before someone notices! Finally he was able to tear his eyes away as the large man apologized.
“I am very sorry, he wasn’t expecting you all so soon.” Krum disappeared again, presumably to get dressed.
Lucius snorted silently. However, Draco, having spent so much time with the man, caught the snort of disgust. Great! He’s probably going to give Krum ideas now that he’s angry, Draco thought, his grip on the small teacup tightening. After several moments Krum emerged, fully clothed and looking ready—for what, Draco could only imagine. Draco couldn’t bring himself to look at Krum, fearing any sort of contact, even visual. He feared what he would see in the Seeker’s eyes. Or even worse, what the Seeker would see in his. What’s wrong with me? I’m a Malfoy. He could feel his blood begin to boil.
“Well, shall we let these two fine young men get to know each other?” The Minister’s voice broke through Draco’s anger at himself.
The Minister is in on it too! Draco thought, his eyes widening ever so slightly.
Lucius smirked inwardly at seeing his son’s eyes widen. The fool thinks the Minister is in on it. “Yes.” He looked at his son. “It’s not every day a fan gets to meet his favourite Quidditch player.”
Draco relaxed somewhat upon hearing those words. Thank the stars the Minister doesn’t know! The three men said their farewells and filed out of the tent one by one. Once the two boys were alone, Krum turned to Draco, watching the thinner boy. Draco felt Krum’s eyes boring into his flesh. After several moments he couldn’t stand it any longer. He cleared his throat and stood in front of the solid figure.
“Draco Malfoy,” he said nervously, holding out his hand. “Nice to meet you.”
“Viktor Krum,” the man said thickly, engulfing Draco’s small hand in his monstrous palm. “Are you ready?”
“R-ready? For what?” Draco felt all the moisture leave him, leaving his mouth arid.
“Come.”
Draco followed Krum, not daring to find out what would happen if he didn’t. They arrived in one of the back rooms of the tent, where a lone shinguard lay on the table in the center of the room.
Such a fitting Portkey, Draco thought.
Krum placed a hand palm-up before Draco, who took it with only a little hesitation. Everything around them swirled and their stomachs flip-flopped as they teleported out of the room in the tent to somewhere Draco could only guess at. It took a few moments for their insides to stop spinning, even as the world around them came to a standstill. They stood in a pub Draco had never before seen, let alone entered. Krum tugged on Draco’s arm and led him to a nearby table in a shadowed corner. Once there the two sat down and a waitress came over. Before Draco could even think to speak, Krum ordered and the waitress was gone. Well, I can’t speak Bulgarian anyway, Draco thought to himself. He could feel Krum’s eyes on him again, scrutinizing. Where the fuck is that damned waitress? He began to feel anxious and began picking invisible lint off his sleeves. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the waitress returned carrying the drinks.
Well? How was it? Please let me know what you thought and review. I could really use the help. You should know that, you just read the story. >,>; Thanks!
A million thanks to Mamacita: Super Beta for fixing the chapters up. Thank you! *sends fruit
basket*
"Normal stuff" is talking.
Italics are people's thoughts.
*These words* are Draco's inner voice talking.
Chapter 1
The Blind Date
“I have to what?”
Lucius sighed heavily. “You are to date Mr. Krum. Apparently he is of your persuasion.” The blonde man looked at his son, giving the boy time to take in this information.
“I don’t even know him. I’ve never even talked to him.” Draco felt his lungs clench and his heart beat faster. He knew his father was watching him and willed his heart to calm down. He took a deep breath before speaking. “When?” he asked, looking at the man before him.
“After the match you will go with him.”
“W-with him? Where to?” Draco knew he was asking too many questions and testing his father’s patience, but he couldn’t help himself.
The man clenched his teeth in an effort to keep from yelling at the boy. “You will go wherever Mr. Krum sees fit,” he growled out.
Draco’s eyes widened and he was sure his annoying heart had ceased to beat. “Alone?”
Lucius sneered. “Of course alone, you impudent child!” He smirked, noticing how lost the boy seemed.
Draco watched the Bulgarian the entire game, noting how proud of himself he looked each time he dodged a particularly angry-looking Bludger. He had to admit he was quite taken by the man. His handsome face was entrancing, not to mention his broad shoulders and solid chest. This won’t be so bad...I guess, Draco thought to himself, his eyes following Krum as he shot towards the small flicker of gold off to the right. He flew after the Snitch gracefully, catching it and winning the match against the Irish. As the crowed roared, Draco suddenly realized the game was over. His heart began to pound against his ribs again, and his eyes widened.
Looking over at his son and seeing Draco’s expression, Lucius smirked and leaned in close to make sure only the boy heard him. “I hope you can think of a way to congratulate him properly.”
Draco paled at his father’s words, causing the slight pink tinge that naturally graced his cheeks to disappear. C-c-congratulate him? Draco thought frantically.
“Are you sure he’s even like that?”
“Please! That barbarian would screw anything with an orifice.”
Not knowing exactly why, Draco felt a little offended by his father’s statement, but he showed no sign of it for he knew that was the main reason Lucius had said it.
After the game was over Draco and his father headed for Krum’s tent. Draco was a ball of nerves. He tried to calm himself by humming and wringing his hands together. By the time they reached the tent entrance his hands were red from the friction. They waited while the Minister announced their presence and entered after they received permission. Draco trailed behind his father, hesitating only for a split second. He was somewhat relieved to see a tall, burly man with a thick accent and black teeth, rather than Krum himself.
“Viktor is in the shower, but he should be soon done,” the large man said, and he offered them tea.
The platinum-haired boy sipped his tea nervously, now and then answering the few questions directed at him. His imagination got the best of him and soon Draco found himself playing out various possible situations in his mind between him and the Bulgarian who was currently showering. He stared into his cup as he swirled the cloudy liquid, creating a small whirlpool in the center. Draco barely noticed when Krum walked into the room wearing nothing save the small towel that was held in place at his waist by his large hand. A look of surprise spread across Krum’s face and he looked at the large man questioningly.
Apparently Krum hadn’t been expecting them, or if he was, he must have thought they would arrive at a later time. Draco, however, didn’t notice any of this, being too distracted by the man’s wide chest, shiny from the water that still clung to him from his shower.
Oh my, Draco thought. What am I doing? Stop staring before someone notices! Finally he was able to tear his eyes away as the large man apologized.
“I am very sorry, he wasn’t expecting you all so soon.” Krum disappeared again, presumably to get dressed.
Lucius snorted silently. However, Draco, having spent so much time with the man, caught the snort of disgust. Great! He’s probably going to give Krum ideas now that he’s angry, Draco thought, his grip on the small teacup tightening. After several moments Krum emerged, fully clothed and looking ready—for what, Draco could only imagine. Draco couldn’t bring himself to look at Krum, fearing any sort of contact, even visual. He feared what he would see in the Seeker’s eyes. Or even worse, what the Seeker would see in his. What’s wrong with me? I’m a Malfoy. He could feel his blood begin to boil.
“Well, shall we let these two fine young men get to know each other?” The Minister’s voice broke through Draco’s anger at himself.
The Minister is in on it too! Draco thought, his eyes widening ever so slightly.
Lucius smirked inwardly at seeing his son’s eyes widen. The fool thinks the Minister is in on it. “Yes.” He looked at his son. “It’s not every day a fan gets to meet his favourite Quidditch player.”
Draco relaxed somewhat upon hearing those words. Thank the stars the Minister doesn’t know! The three men said their farewells and filed out of the tent one by one. Once the two boys were alone, Krum turned to Draco, watching the thinner boy. Draco felt Krum’s eyes boring into his flesh. After several moments he couldn’t stand it any longer. He cleared his throat and stood in front of the solid figure.
“Draco Malfoy,” he said nervously, holding out his hand. “Nice to meet you.”
“Viktor Krum,” the man said thickly, engulfing Draco’s small hand in his monstrous palm. “Are you ready?”
“R-ready? For what?” Draco felt all the moisture leave him, leaving his mouth arid.
“Come.”
Draco followed Krum, not daring to find out what would happen if he didn’t. They arrived in one of the back rooms of the tent, where a lone shinguard lay on the table in the center of the room.
Such a fitting Portkey, Draco thought.
Krum placed a hand palm-up before Draco, who took it with only a little hesitation. Everything around them swirled and their stomachs flip-flopped as they teleported out of the room in the tent to somewhere Draco could only guess at. It took a few moments for their insides to stop spinning, even as the world around them came to a standstill. They stood in a pub Draco had never before seen, let alone entered. Krum tugged on Draco’s arm and led him to a nearby table in a shadowed corner. Once there the two sat down and a waitress came over. Before Draco could even think to speak, Krum ordered and the waitress was gone. Well, I can’t speak Bulgarian anyway, Draco thought to himself. He could feel Krum’s eyes on him again, scrutinizing. Where the fuck is that damned waitress? He began to feel anxious and began picking invisible lint off his sleeves. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the waitress returned carrying the drinks.
Well? How was it? Please let me know what you thought and review. I could really use the help. You should know that, you just read the story. >,>; Thanks!