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NOT TO BE TALKING ABOUT QUIDDITCH
incoherent;
entice; commence
Lee was in the library checking out How To Commentate on Quidditch Without
Getting Bashed In The Face By Brooms when he saw him: Viktor Krum, as in the
Viktor Krum, standing in an aisle, apparently staring at somebody sitting at
one of the tables.
Make that, staring at Hermione Granger, since she was the only one there. Lee
knew her, sort of: Hermione was the smart little thing with the bushy hair. Lee
really wanted to give her a container of beeswax and tell her to just get it
over with because by the time she was in sixth year she'd have dreads anyway,
but he didn't think it would be appreciated.
It was a good thing that she appeared to be the focus of Krum's attention,
though. If he'd just been paging through a book, or basking quietly in the
private time he probably never had, Lee wouldn't have approached him. But
instead, he seemed to be pining over a Gryffindor girl who didn't seem to give
a damn that he existed. It was a situation Lee had observed many, many
times, so it made the whole thing sort of familiar, and not so intimidating.
"So," he said, smiling when Krum jumped. Apparently his Quidditch
reflexes were only active on the field. "You've got a thing for
Hermione Granger?"
Krum didn't blush, but his frown was slightly more embarassed than usual. His
usual frown being not at all embarassed, to be more accurate. "I am...she
is...the library..."
Lee wondered if Krum was always incoherent, or if it had something to do with
being caught. "Well. You do know she's fourteen, right?"
"I am thinking that age is not important when it comes to love."
Lee raised his eyebrows. "Love? Well...if you're not so concerned about
the law, I'm sure you could find a few love spells in the Restricted Section.
Just to get her to notice you, of course. Not that you probably need it, what
with being famous and all."
Krum frowned, if possible, more. "Who are you?"
"Oh," Lee said. He put his hand out for Krum to shake. "Lee
Jordan. I do the commentating at Hogwarts's Quidditch games...usually, that
is." Lee did his best not to pout, but it really was difficult. "I
heard you were coming to Hogwarts for some reason, but I was hoping it'd be for
an inter-school Quidditch game. I've always wanted to be able to commentate
that someone did the Wronski Feint. Most people here don't even know that that
is."
Lee cringed and checked over his shoulder to make sure Oliver was nowhere
around. The coast was clear, though.
"Well," Krum said, clearly wanting to end the conversation. He was
staring at Hermione again. Lee didn't really see the fascination; all she was
doing was reading an extremely thick book and muttering to herself
occasionally. It was really more disturbing than sexy.
He shrugged. "Sorry. Please, commence in stalking Miss Granger."
"No. I am sorry," Krum said. "I am not meaning to be
rude. Is just...I am liking to spend time with people who are not liking me
because of Quidditch."
"Well, if it makes you feel better, I'm liking you because you're sexy in
Quidditch robes, not just because you play it." Krum's face went blank and
kind of funny, and Lee smiled, patting him on the shoulder. "Well, g'bye.
It was nice meeting you, then, Krum."
"Viktor."
Lee turned around. "What?"
"Please to call me Viktor," Krum said. This time, the frown was even
more embarassed. Lee was sort of amazed that one facial expression could have
so many varities.
"Well then, please to call me Lee."
"I don't suppose...I don't suppose I could entice you to have some pumpkin
juice with me?"
"Interest me, d'you mean?"
Krum smiled. "Yes."
"Sure. But...I thought...Hermione..." Lee made a frustrated noise.
Maybe the air in here just made people inarticulate.
"I am liking Hermione because she is smart. And very pretty. But you are
pretty too, Lee. And you seem to be liking me as well out of my Quidditch robes
as in them." Krum seemed to be unaware of the double entendre there. And
also of the fact that most boys don't call other boys 'pretty.'
Still, Lee wasn't going to complain. "All right, then. Pumpkin juice it
is."
"And we are not to be talking about Quidditch," Krum said firmly.
"All right, then," Lee said with a sigh, placing his book back on the
shelf. He'd just have to suffer with a broom-bashed face. Small price to pay
for a date with Viktor Krum, really.
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