Hermione woke up with a start and blinked a couple of times to adjust her eyes to the dark. It took her a while to realise that she was in a room and on a bed, except this wasn't the bed that she shared with Ron.
She sat herself up and frowned as she looked around the room. The furniture was all in the wrong place. She could tell by the outline of the shapes. There was supposed to be a cabinet and a chair at the left side of the room, but instead, there was a painting and a table with a bowl on top. The right side of the room was all wrong too. She turned her head to the left and saw some light creeping into the room through the tiny gaps the curtain gave.
She got off of the bed and walked over to it and opened the curtains. The light shined into the room and sent its glory all over her. She screwed her eyes shut for a moment as now she had to adjust her eyes to the light. When she did she knew that this wasn't her room. It didn't look anything like it.
She felt cold all of a sudden and when she looked down at herself, she realised that she wasn't wearing any clothes. She quickly turned around and looked at the bed to find that somebody else was on it. A man. A naked man to be more precise from what she saw. Her heart sank. She had slept with some stranger.
She didn't remember drinking yesterday, she couldn't have been drugged either as she hadn't drank anything weird.
She heard a groan and suddenly the man sat up. He smiled at her.
"Good morning, Hermione," he said.
Her eyes widened. It was Viktor.
"Viktor!" she said.
"Yes?" he asked before a small smile appeared on his face. "Thank you for last night. You were very good."
She scowled at him as she suddenly remembered everything that had happened the night before. She remembered the kissing and the moaning, his fingers, tongue and manhood being inside of her, her screaming for his name, the pleasure that she had felt that had felt so wrong but so right. The whole time they had made love to each other, she had known it was all wrong and now she felt horrible as she thought of Ron, waiting at home with baby Rose.
"You didn't drug me did you?" she asked, glaring at him.
Viktor looked confused. "Drug you?" he said in a questioning way. "Why would I do that? Last time I checked, it was you who wanted me."
"No- Tell me what happened, where are we?" she asked furiously.
"We're at some muggle hotel," he said. "We were having a chat yesterday on the balcony of some restaurant. You then kissed me and it led onto something more passionate and then we ended up here. The muggles will be back in a couple of hours, we should leave."
"Yes, we should leave," she said. "And I don't want to see you ever again."
"Why so mean all of a sudden?" he asked. "What you said yesterday was totally different. You begged for me to do all sorts of things to you, you screamed for me."
"Shut up! You knew I was married! You knew I had a baby girl!" she said. "You didn't put a charm on me did you? Some dark spell?"
He looked at her with a frown. "I told you I didn't do anything."
"Well, I don't want to see you ever again," she said. "This is the last time you will see me. And what happened yesterday will go out to no one."
"Of course it won't," he said. "If this got out, we'd both be ruined."
Hermione gave Viktor one last glare before Apparating out.
She arrived at her living room and quickly walked up to her bedroom to see the familiar furniture in the right places. Ron was still sleeping and she could see Rosy sleeping on her bed in the corner. She felt bad for what she had done and didn't know how it had happened. She hoped that she wouldn't remember or be reminded of what she had done last night... And Viktor Krum for the matter... She hated him for what had happened.
A/N One chapter story