Disclaimer: None of this is mine. Except the plot idea. I think it's the only Krum/Seamus I've ever seen. If anyone else has ever seen one, please tell me, I'd like to read it.
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Dedicated to the Moo, who read this through more times than any self-respecting human being should and helped me do Krum's accent justice, despite the fact that I don't think she appreciated the idea of Krum and Seamus together. Don't worry, Moo, the next one will be you and Seamus - I know you want him...
The Secret Diary of Seamus Finnigan
I can't wait for the World Cup! We're going to win! I just know it. I can feel it in my bones. I saw it in my tea leaves. Not that I even drink tea. I hate tea. Hang on, I've just got to tell Dean to stop leaning over my shoulder.
We arrived at the World Cup today. Mum had this fight with a Ministry man about our tent. Just coz it looks like a shamrock-covered hill doesn't mean the Muggles will notice anything out of the ordinary. Or maybe they will. Maybe they will recognise that it's not simply a random hill. Maybe the fact that it has a doorway could give it away.
But anyway, it's not like the Bulgarians don't have stuff all over their tents. Although, I suppose the Ministry's been going off their heads at the Bulgarians too. At least our tents camouflage. And our tents are well-decorated. All they have on their tents are pictures of Viktor Krum. I mean seriously, what's so good about him? I've heard he's brilliant and all, but he can't possibly be as good as Lynch.
Harry and Ron and Hermione are coming this way. I'll finish this and talk to them. See if they're obsessed with Krum yet.
Yeah. They're obsessed. At least, Ron's obsessed. I watched them go over to the Bulgarian tents, where all the posters of Krum are. Our tent isn't far from the Bulgarians' tents. I could still hear them talking. Ron looked with this awed expression.
"Krum," he said.
"What?" Hermione asked.
Ron got agitated. "Krum!" he said. "Viktor Krum, the Bulgarian Seeker!"
"He looks really grumpy," Hermione observed, looking at the posters critically.
Now Ron looked outright horrified. "'Really grumpy'" Ron demanded. "Who cares what he looks like? He's unbelievable. He's really young, too. Only just eighteen or something. He's a genius. You wait until tonight, you'll see."
So yeah, Ron's a Krum-obsessive. Hermione hasn't even heard of him. Has she been living in a chocolate box or something? Never mind. At least she's not obsessed with him. Why can't anyone seem to understand that Lynch is at least five hundred times better?
Oh well. Ron'll see tonight. Ireland will win, easily. Come to think of it though, he probably actually wants Ireland to win; he's just fallen in love with Krum. I would never be that stupid. He's not even good-looking, and besides, he's a guy, and I don't believe I'm gay.
The Secret Diary of Viktor Krum
I don't really feeling like writing my diary at the moment, but my friends tell me it's therapeutic and relaxing and I'm nervous. What if we lose? We haven't lost a game in ages, but that's no reason for us not to start now. Indeed, it's probably our turn to lose. Not that teams take turns losing. It ought to depend on how good the team is and, though I know we're good, I also know that the Irish Chasers are really good. What if we're not good enough? Right, this isn't helping. It might be therapeutic, or good for you, but all it's really doing is making me write down all my fears, and that's just making it worse.