Seven Minutes in Heaven (with the Harry Potter Boys)

Viktor Krum

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You took a deep breath, your fingers brushing against a few objects before settling on one that felt cool and metallic. Slowly, you pulled it out of the bag and glanced down to see a small silver pendant in the shape of a dragon. Your stomach fluttered as you recognized the symbol—Viktor Krum. A hush fell over the group, followed by soft whispers and knowing glances.

Fred smirked, raising his eyebrows as he glanced between you and Viktor, who was standing off to the side, his dark eyes trained on you. "Looks like Y/n's got a date with a champion," Fred teased, earning a round of laughter from the group.

Viktor stepped forward, his presence commanding the room without even trying. His tall, broad-shouldered figure moved with the grace of a seasoned Quidditch player, and his intense gaze never wavered from yours as he approached. He didn't say much, but there was something undeniably magnetic about him—the way his dark hair fell slightly over his brow, the way his lips quirked into a barely-there smile when he saw the pendant in your hand.

"Ready?" he asked in that deep, accented voice, his tone soft but confident. You nodded, feeling your heart race as Fred and George guided you both toward the closet. The door creaked open, and before you knew it, you were stepping inside, Viktor close behind you.

The small space was dimly lit, just enough to cast soft shadows across Viktor's sharp features. You could feel the heat of his body near yours as he closed the door behind you, the noise of the room outside fading away, leaving just the two of you in the enclosed space. Your heart pounded in your chest, the closeness making your skin tingle with anticipation.

For a moment, neither of you spoke. Viktor leaned against the wall, his eyes flickering over your face, down to the exposed skin of your neck where your blouse was unbuttoned. You felt his gaze linger there, the intensity of it sending a shiver down your spine.

"You're quiet, but... you notice everything," Viktor murmured, his deep voice tinged with the faintest accent that made every word sound like a secret meant only for you. His eyes flicked down to your lips, then back to your eyes. "I like that."

You bit your lip, trying to steady your breathing as his fingers grazed your waist, sending a spark through your skin. His confidence was undeniable, yet it wasn't boastful—it was calm, like he knew exactly how to make this moment unfold.

"I've seen you in the stands," he added, leaning in just a little closer, "watching Quidditch." His grin flashed for a moment, boyishly confident. "Do you come for the game... or for the players?"

You couldn't help but smile, your heart racing. "Maybe both," you teased, feeling more comfortable with him now, the playful tension growing between you.

Viktor's expression shifted, amusement dancing in his dark eyes as he closed the final gap between you. His hand slid gently up your side, warm and sure, until it rested at the small of your back, pulling you ever so slightly closer to him.

His breath was warm on your skin as he whispered, "I hoped you'd say that."

Before you could respond, his lips found yours, soft but insistent, the kiss sending a wave of heat crashing over you. Viktor kissed like he played Quidditch—with precision and confidence, yet with a tenderness that surprised you. His other hand came up to cradle your cheek, and you leaned into him, losing yourself in the warmth of his touch.

For a moment, it felt like time had stopped. The world outside the closet, the room full of people, the game—they all faded away as Viktor deepened the kiss, his fingers threading through your hair. The gentle pressure of his lips against yours made your mind spin, and you melted into him, your hands resting on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath his shirt.

When you finally pulled away, breathless, Viktor stayed close, his forehead resting against yours. His dark eyes searched yours, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "You are... better than I expected," he teased softly, his voice sending another shiver down your spine.

"Better than you expected?" you asked with a laugh, still trying to catch your breath.

Viktor chuckled, his hands still gently holding you. "Much better." He leaned in again, brushing his lips softly against your cheek. "Maybe we don't have enough time to find out how much better." His eyes gleamed with mischief, and you couldn't help but smile at the playful challenge.

"Maybe not," you replied, your heart still pounding, knowing you both had only a few minutes left in the closet—but maybe that was enough for now.