Sorry, this has taken me forever to upload this. Thanks for waiting. Um... I don't like this chapter as much as the others - it's a wee bit sudden, and - I dunno, I just don't reckon it's as good. Never mind. Read and see what you think. And review PLEASE, and I'll give you invisible vegemite sandwiches.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything except the Krum/Seamus thing - get the point, otherwise I'd be richer than the Queen and my roof wouldn't leak when it rains, would it?

The Secret Diary of Seamus Finnigan

I did the stupidest thing at the ball last night, but the thing is, I found myself enjoying it.

The ball started out alright. Not that great. I was feeling self-conscious in my dress robes, so I kept having to glance at Ron to reassure myself that somebody looked weirder. Lavender asked me, eventually, "Why do you keep looking at Ron?"

I laughed. "Coz I think I look bad till I see him."

"You look fine, Seamus," she reassured me. "You're the cutest guy here."

I grinned. "Thanks, Lavender."

We got to see Harry dance. Me and Dean waved at him and giggled (well, we didn't giggle, giggling is girly, but still); Lavender waved at Parvati – his partner – and giggled. Fleur Delacour, the French one, came with Roger Davies, who was clearly totally smitten with her. Cedric took Cho Chang, which was to be expected. Krum's partner was Hermione, but barely recognisable. She'd done something with her hair – it was straight and shiny, instead of being bushy, and she'd got her teeth fixed at some stage. Seriously, she didn't look like a beaver anymore! She looked pretty. I felt a strange pang - I didn't know why. I knew it wasn't coz Hermione was with Krum, not me; I've never had any feelings for Hermione past that she's my friend and she's really smart. So... that left only one option - one utterly impossible option. So I quickly forgot about that. I simply couldn't be.

So, the ball was fun, until about halfway through. Hermione had come to sit with us while Krum, she said, had gone to get drinks. She was telling us excitedly about how he'd kept coming into the library to ask her but couldn't get up the courage, when Lavender said to me, "Are you jealous, Seamus?"

"Jealous of what?" I asked crossly, knowing what was coming next.

"Jealous that Hermione got Krum, instead of you!"

That wasn't even worth answering. I stormed off, hearing Hermione say, "Do you know he only asked you to the ball because you hadn't made a comment like that, Lavender?"

So I decided to go for a walk. I didn't really want to go outside: it was too cold, so I was wandering randomly along a corridor, and I took a spiral staircase leading up to the top of Trelawney's tower. About three quarters of the way up, on a little landing, I saw a figure crouched on a window sill, silhouetted against the moonlight outside. Coming closer, I figured out that it was Viktor Krum.

"I thought you were getting drinks for…" My voice trailed off, when I realised he was poised, ready to jump. Viktor Krum was about to commit suicide.

Obviously, I had to save him. I wrapped my arms round his waist and pulled him backwards. We both landed with a thud on the stone floor. "Are you alright?" I asked, pulling him to his feet. He shook his head.

"Were you going to jump?" I demanded. "Why on Earth…?"

Tears glittered in his eyes. "You don't love me…"

"And you love me?"

He nodded. "I haff ever since I first saw you – you vere at the Vorld Cup, veren't you?"

He's got the cutest accent – all his W's are V's.

"Yeah." I said. "So you were staring at me! It's no wonder you lost." Oops, that was utterly insensitive. "Sorry, I didn't mean to say that."

He sort of shrugged, then continued his story. "I saw you in the crowd, and I couldn't stop thinking about you after that. Vondering how I vould find you, vot I vould say to you ven I did. Then it turned out you vere at Hogvorts. I vos so happy, but then I noticed you vere alvays vith that tall black boy, and I thought maybe – you know – you and him…"

I let out a shout of laughter. "What! Me with Dean? Don't worry, it'd never happen. He's just my friend."

He looked somewhat relieved, then went on. "I saw you tonight, vith that girl—"

"Lavender," I put in.

He nodded again. "That one. And you looked so happy! So I thought, he'll never love me. So I vonted to kill myself. I told Hermy-own-ninny I vos going to get drinks, then I came up here. I vos sitting here for a vile. I'd just found the courage to jump ven suddenly there vere hands around my vaist, pulling me back. I turned round and saw you. I thought for a moment you did love me. That maybe you'd come to tell me that, but then I thought, how vould you know I vos going to jump? You vere probably just here at the right time, so you couldn't just let me die…"

Tears filled his eyes again, and I saw one roll down his cheek as he glanced over his shoulder at the open window. He just looked so sad, and all of a sudden I knew how to fix it. I reached up on tiptoe and kissed him.

It was so right. Like it was meant to be, or something clichéd like that. So what if he's a Bulgarian Quidditch player?

I think – no, I know – that I'm in love with him.