I do not own Harry Potter or any of it's characters all is owned by JK Rowling. I was simply attempting to get them to dance for my own amusement.++
Hermione's fingers dragged absentmindedly along the books lined in her study, as she came to stand in front of the window. She admired the deep twilight of sky, the slow rising hills which lead to the imposing mountainside. The sprawling landscape was buried under heavy layers of snow and ice, a combination that had led to flight cancelations at the muggle airport here and in England. A bothersome event, which ruined her well laid plans for her first Christmas holiday as a married woman, with both sides of her family present in Bulgaria both muggle and magical.+
Her parents had called, so see if there were a "magical" solution to the problem, but with the holidays abounding in full swing, it would be unwise especially with two muggles to bring through the international floo network with only muggle documentation available to get through customs. So only the Krums, Potters and Weasley's would be joining in the holiday celebrations. Currently, everyone was gathered in the main room toasting Christmas with butter beers or Viktor's special rakiya that his brothers and father greedily guarded from unappreciative palettes.+
Hermione felt a distance growing with her parents as she became more and more ensconced in the magical world. Despite being a member of the Muggle Relations Committees in Britian and Bulgaria her world was getting only more complex, rather than less. Constant balancing of needs, wants and negotiations needed to be done in order to make certain that muggle glimpses of the magical world were restricted, covered up and denied. Then there was policing the relentless fascination and revulsion the magical community had with the muggle world and the technology that muggles used to "compensate" for the lack of magic. While most countries were far more tolerant and accepting after the war it was still hard for the older wizarding families to realize that everyone in the world was human first and then only muggle and wizard after that. Therefore, the rights of muggles were indeed as important as the wizarding population. Hermione's head ached at the knowledge that at the end of the Holidays she would be involved in further negotiations between the Magical Community and the Muggle British Prime Minister's office on how each side could help the other avoid terrorism both mundane and magical.+
Lost in thought, Hermione was startled and then relaxed as slightly chapped lips gently brushed her neck, and then two strong arms pulled her to the very well-muscled chest of her husband. Smiling, Hermione relaxed back into Viktor's embrace saying "I know, I know – I should stop brooding, shouldn't I?. Viktor's deep chuckle filled the room, "Da, my love – I think you need something to loosen you up to enjoy the holiday." Hermione turned around and batted her eyelashes at Viktor. "Oh? And what do you have in mind, Viktor?" Looking micheviously at his bride, Viktor's hands slowly started to rub Hermione's sides and then descended to cup her ass. He began to massage and then fit Hermione's curves to his body. Purring, Hermione hands started their ascent along Viktor's chest, and her body leaning into his warmth. Growling playfully Viktor caught her lips in a passionate kiss, while crushing their bodies together. Hermione sighed blissfully as Viktor ended the kiss and playfully said, "Alright, Alright you convinced me – let's go celebrate." Viktor smiled and led Hermione by hand into the living room, where their guests waited, hoping she would put her various worries to the back of her mind.