FIC: "In a quiet moment, I'll teach you" for lee_west
Recipient: lee_west / westwardlee
Author/Artist: rafflesiakerrii
Title: In a quiet moment, I'll teach you
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Rosmerta/Viktor Krum
Word Count: 1211
Warnings:.
Summary: Durmstrang students are allowed to go to Hogsmeade after the Tri-wizard champions are announced. They visit the local pub where Viktor receives a few lessons from Madam Rosmerta that might not be useful in the tournament, but that certainly guarantee a good time.
Author's/Artist's Notes: I really loved the prompt I got from lee_west - and this was what spontaneously came into my head. I don't normally ship 'experienced woman with inexperienced boy' but here it seemed so right, and I really really enjoyed writing from a different perspective than I normally do. Hope you like it, lee_west!!
***
In a quiet moment, I'll teach you
THE Viktor Krum was sitting in a corner of `The Three Broomsticks`. Despite being so famous as a seeker, he was alone. One would almost think that he was alone on purpose, the way he glared at everyone. He managed to feign a disdainful and bored look as he hunched over the table in the corner. His classmates had persuaded him to come here, in order to celebrate his announcement as their Champion but Viktor didn't feel like celebrating. For one, he had no desire to risk his health at this tournament, without his heath he wouldn't be able to play Quidditch and without that, he was nothing.
He glared at his glass for daring to be empty - again. He sighed. If he got up, his classmates would surely pester him to have something stronger and then come and dance with the locals. Viktor didn't know the steps. They didn't either of course, but they were so drunk, they didn't care. But he really did want another drink.
"Hey there, shouldn't you be celebrating?" asked the bar lady, a charming blond woman who was at least twice Viktor's age but still had curves in all the right places. She pulled him another pint.
"I am," he drawled, feeling slightly uncomfortable. Pretty women were not his forte. Hell, women were not his forte.
"Then why ain't you dancing, lad?" she said, laughing. Laughing at him? wondered Viktor. "You'd be a lucky lad tonight, for sure." Viktor shifted uncomfortably.
"We do not have the same dances at home, I do not know the steps," he said, pronouncing each word carefully. He started to sweat slightly as she smiled at him.
"When I have a quiet moment, I'll teach you, shall I?" she replied. "Name's Rosmerta, by the way." Viktor reached for his pint just to have something to say. His palms were sweaty and he prayed he wouldn't drop the glass.
"That would be nice, I'm Viktor," he replied hurriedly. He was in a foreign country and didn't want to appear rude and it seemed to him that Rosmerta would be busy behind the bar for a long time. The rules of politeness in this country eluded him and he never quite knew when someone was being serious and when they were just polite.
Another customer required Rosmerta's attention then and Viktor returned to his corner. As he sat down, her realised that she hadn't seemed to recognize him as "the famous Krum" which pleased him but he didn't have time to dwell on it, as just moments later, he was accosted by his friends.
"Viktor, mate," they laughed, reverting back to their native Bulgarian. "Saw you flirting with the bar maid, lovely woman." Viktor buried his face in his hands. The turmoil of voices couldn't be blocked out though. "Perhaps you'll get lucky tonight," they hooted. Viktor grimaced. He loved his friends - in a manly sort of way, of course - but they could be quite annoying.
"Sure I will," he drawled. "Just as soon as you become a star beater," he teased. He'd made his preference for Quidditch over women and drink widely known years before.
***
Time flew by as the friends joked and laughed together but soon, all but Viktor returned to the dance floor. He sighed into his drink. At times like these, Quidditch seemed worth much less than it had in the early days, when he could have learned about having fun with all his friends. But Viktor would never consider actually giving it up, he enjoyed it too much. Lost in his musings, he didn't notice her approach until she placed his hand on his shoulder.
***
"Hey, I have a few moments now, wanna dance?" she asked. Viktor looked up, startled. Rosmerta! He'd almost forgotten her seemingly empty promise to dance with him. He swallowed. The perspective he had, sitting down and looking up at her, made her curves seem more enticing and her smile more inviting. He could feel himself start to sweat again but before the courage could leave him, replied.
"I would very much like to," he said slowly, getting up and trying to inconspicuously wiping his hands on his trousers. "You are very kind, Rosmerta." He prayed that his pronunciation was correct. While having been in most of Europe for games, he had never mingled with the natives quite so much and his English was rusty.
"And you are a very nice young gentleman with whom it does me good to be seen, makes me seem less old," Rosmerta laughed as she took his hands. Viktor blushed slightly.
"No. Not old at all," he stammered. Rosmerta laughed again and lead him to the dance floor, where on the sidelines as not to get into anyone's way, she patiently explained the steps to him. It really wasn't all that difficult and Rosmerta was visibly enjoying herself and so Viktor slowly relaxed.
***
"And so this goblin walks in - oh my, you're really getting the hang of this," laughed Rosmerta, as Viktor swung her around enthusiastically. "Let's grab a drink at the bar," she added and let him over to an empty corner of the bar, where a colleague had taken over. "Two firewhiskeys," she shouted.
"Oh no, really -" started Viktor, but Rosmerta waved him off.
"You're here to have fun, not to dry up!" she laughed. "Here's to always and foremost having a good time!" They toasted and laughed, as Rosmerta told him about the goblin who had told her about what the centaur had said and other such anecdotes over several more drinks.
"Well, would you like to dance again?" asked Viktor, as the band started playing a more lively tune. Rosmerta held out her hand to him and together they made their way back to the dance floor. Viktor relished the feeling of her body pressed against his as they squeezed past other people. Her hand was small in his and he wondered how she managed to make him more manly than even Quidditch could.
***
Several dances later, the music had quietened a bit and a slower tune was coming on. The melody was different, realised Viktor. He pulled back.
"I do not know the steps to this one," he mumbled. He felt quiet warm here, and had the room been spinning like this before?
"It's such a nice, quiet moment, I'll teach you," replied Rosmerta. She wrapped her arms around his neck and swayed against him. Viktor looked around quickly and taking a clue from other couples, places his hands on her hips hesitantly. His palms were sweating again and he wished it weren't so hot. But Rosmerta's confidence made up for the lack of his as she smiled up at him.
"So, do you plan on making some lass lucky tonight?" she whispered, with a small grin. Looking into her eyes, his hands started to tremble.
"I-" he didn't know what else to say but Rosmerta pressed her hand against his mouth.
"Don't worry, we'll find a quiet moment and I'll teach you." Viktor hesitated. "I promise," added Rosmerta. Viktor swallowed. All of a sudden, her body seemed too close, too warm.
"Promise me something else as well?" he asked tentatively. She nodded, her eyes never leaving his. "Promise you won't laugh?"
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Author/Artist: rafflesiakerrii
Title: In a quiet moment, I'll teach you
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Rosmerta/Viktor Krum
Word Count: 1211
Warnings:.
Summary: Durmstrang students are allowed to go to Hogsmeade after the Tri-wizard champions are announced. They visit the local pub where Viktor receives a few lessons from Madam Rosmerta that might not be useful in the tournament, but that certainly guarantee a good time.
Author's/Artist's Notes: I really loved the prompt I got from lee_west - and this was what spontaneously came into my head. I don't normally ship 'experienced woman with inexperienced boy' but here it seemed so right, and I really really enjoyed writing from a different perspective than I normally do. Hope you like it, lee_west!!
***
In a quiet moment, I'll teach you
THE Viktor Krum was sitting in a corner of `The Three Broomsticks`. Despite being so famous as a seeker, he was alone. One would almost think that he was alone on purpose, the way he glared at everyone. He managed to feign a disdainful and bored look as he hunched over the table in the corner. His classmates had persuaded him to come here, in order to celebrate his announcement as their Champion but Viktor didn't feel like celebrating. For one, he had no desire to risk his health at this tournament, without his heath he wouldn't be able to play Quidditch and without that, he was nothing.
He glared at his glass for daring to be empty - again. He sighed. If he got up, his classmates would surely pester him to have something stronger and then come and dance with the locals. Viktor didn't know the steps. They didn't either of course, but they were so drunk, they didn't care. But he really did want another drink.
"Hey there, shouldn't you be celebrating?" asked the bar lady, a charming blond woman who was at least twice Viktor's age but still had curves in all the right places. She pulled him another pint.
"I am," he drawled, feeling slightly uncomfortable. Pretty women were not his forte. Hell, women were not his forte.
"Then why ain't you dancing, lad?" she said, laughing. Laughing at him? wondered Viktor. "You'd be a lucky lad tonight, for sure." Viktor shifted uncomfortably.
"We do not have the same dances at home, I do not know the steps," he said, pronouncing each word carefully. He started to sweat slightly as she smiled at him.
"When I have a quiet moment, I'll teach you, shall I?" she replied. "Name's Rosmerta, by the way." Viktor reached for his pint just to have something to say. His palms were sweaty and he prayed he wouldn't drop the glass.
"That would be nice, I'm Viktor," he replied hurriedly. He was in a foreign country and didn't want to appear rude and it seemed to him that Rosmerta would be busy behind the bar for a long time. The rules of politeness in this country eluded him and he never quite knew when someone was being serious and when they were just polite.
Another customer required Rosmerta's attention then and Viktor returned to his corner. As he sat down, her realised that she hadn't seemed to recognize him as "the famous Krum" which pleased him but he didn't have time to dwell on it, as just moments later, he was accosted by his friends.
"Viktor, mate," they laughed, reverting back to their native Bulgarian. "Saw you flirting with the bar maid, lovely woman." Viktor buried his face in his hands. The turmoil of voices couldn't be blocked out though. "Perhaps you'll get lucky tonight," they hooted. Viktor grimaced. He loved his friends - in a manly sort of way, of course - but they could be quite annoying.
"Sure I will," he drawled. "Just as soon as you become a star beater," he teased. He'd made his preference for Quidditch over women and drink widely known years before.
***
Time flew by as the friends joked and laughed together but soon, all but Viktor returned to the dance floor. He sighed into his drink. At times like these, Quidditch seemed worth much less than it had in the early days, when he could have learned about having fun with all his friends. But Viktor would never consider actually giving it up, he enjoyed it too much. Lost in his musings, he didn't notice her approach until she placed his hand on his shoulder.
***
"Hey, I have a few moments now, wanna dance?" she asked. Viktor looked up, startled. Rosmerta! He'd almost forgotten her seemingly empty promise to dance with him. He swallowed. The perspective he had, sitting down and looking up at her, made her curves seem more enticing and her smile more inviting. He could feel himself start to sweat again but before the courage could leave him, replied.
"I would very much like to," he said slowly, getting up and trying to inconspicuously wiping his hands on his trousers. "You are very kind, Rosmerta." He prayed that his pronunciation was correct. While having been in most of Europe for games, he had never mingled with the natives quite so much and his English was rusty.
"And you are a very nice young gentleman with whom it does me good to be seen, makes me seem less old," Rosmerta laughed as she took his hands. Viktor blushed slightly.
"No. Not old at all," he stammered. Rosmerta laughed again and lead him to the dance floor, where on the sidelines as not to get into anyone's way, she patiently explained the steps to him. It really wasn't all that difficult and Rosmerta was visibly enjoying herself and so Viktor slowly relaxed.
***
"And so this goblin walks in - oh my, you're really getting the hang of this," laughed Rosmerta, as Viktor swung her around enthusiastically. "Let's grab a drink at the bar," she added and let him over to an empty corner of the bar, where a colleague had taken over. "Two firewhiskeys," she shouted.
"Oh no, really -" started Viktor, but Rosmerta waved him off.
"You're here to have fun, not to dry up!" she laughed. "Here's to always and foremost having a good time!" They toasted and laughed, as Rosmerta told him about the goblin who had told her about what the centaur had said and other such anecdotes over several more drinks.
"Well, would you like to dance again?" asked Viktor, as the band started playing a more lively tune. Rosmerta held out her hand to him and together they made their way back to the dance floor. Viktor relished the feeling of her body pressed against his as they squeezed past other people. Her hand was small in his and he wondered how she managed to make him more manly than even Quidditch could.
***
Several dances later, the music had quietened a bit and a slower tune was coming on. The melody was different, realised Viktor. He pulled back.
"I do not know the steps to this one," he mumbled. He felt quiet warm here, and had the room been spinning like this before?
"It's such a nice, quiet moment, I'll teach you," replied Rosmerta. She wrapped her arms around his neck and swayed against him. Viktor looked around quickly and taking a clue from other couples, places his hands on her hips hesitantly. His palms were sweating again and he wished it weren't so hot. But Rosmerta's confidence made up for the lack of his as she smiled up at him.
"So, do you plan on making some lass lucky tonight?" she whispered, with a small grin. Looking into her eyes, his hands started to tremble.
"I-" he didn't know what else to say but Rosmerta pressed her hand against his mouth.
"Don't worry, we'll find a quiet moment and I'll teach you." Viktor hesitated. "I promise," added Rosmerta. Viktor swallowed. All of a sudden, her body seemed too close, too warm.
"Promise me something else as well?" he asked tentatively. She nodded, her eyes never leaving his. "Promise you won't laugh?"
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