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Their first kiss had been shy, awkward and completely accidental.

It started with a stumble; Ron tripping over his own broomstick. Noses bumped, eyes locked and lips stopped a mere breath apart – much too close. Afterwards, neither of them could remember who had moved first. Maybe they both had?

Hesitant. That was how it had begun – a gentle brushing of lips, barely even touching at first. Followed quickly by a sharp intake of breath, Ron's, and then two mouths were moving fervently against each other as if nothing else mattered.

Only seconds later, when Ron's forgotten broom fell to the floor with a loud clatter, did they jerk apart. Faces flushed pink, breathing not quite even, eyes still frozen together.

Ears tipped with scarlet, Ron bent to retrieve his fallen Cleansweep, his movements awkward with the memory of the past few moments. Beside him, Viktor's brow furrowed as his fists clenched and unclenched, unsure of what to say or do.

"We should go... right? I mean, if we're going to make it to practicing before classes start..." The words came out as a mumble as Ron was still bent over, making Viktor have to cycle the sentence through his brain twice in order to fully comprehend it.

"Da— I suppose vee should..." Trailing off the Bulgarian averted his own eyes. His shoulders rolling forward, making him look more hunched backed than usual. Mind lost elsewhere, preoccupied with soft lips that tasted slightly of pumpkin juice, hungry against his own, Viktor groped for his own broomstick handle blindly. Grasping unconsciously he was startled at the feel of not wood beneath his palm, but smooth skin.

Brown eyes clashed against blue, the wooden broomstick clattered to the floor once more, morning practice entirely forgotten.