"Wretched English scum," Krum said, sneering.
"Stupid Bulgarian sod," Diggory cast back.
Snide remarks and vicious looks filled their time between nights. Hallways full of supportive friends made it only easier to tear each other down.
The only things being torn down at night were the walls and their pants.
"Silly English boy," Krum mumbled into Cedric's pale neck, biting his lip.
"Foolish Bulgarian Seeker," Cedric moaned back, his head tilting as his back arched. Ghosts of calloused but delicate fingers cast themselves across his midriff. A hitched breath from them both and clothes were back on.
Oh, the irony.