Little hermione and viktor one shot for you all. Not sure if I want to continue this as a full story or keep it the way it is...
Until next time.
One, two, three sharp taps on the door.
I knew it was him, thats how he always knocked. Always three, always fast and hard and always on time. If you had told me last year that I, Hermione Granger would be frequenting the prefects bathroom to meet and rendezvous with Viktor Krum I would of called you many names (probably even hexed you) But here I was, frantically unbuttoning his shirt to reveal a tanned and toned chest - twice as broad as mine - whilst he whispered explicit things into my ear.
We always met in secret, at night. It was my idea, I was embarrassed if I was being honest. You wouldn't think that if you could see me, shirtless with my head thrown back, gasping and moaning as he massaged and licked at my nipples.
" 'ermione" he would whisper, his hot breath tickling my flesh and sending my pulse into a frenzy. Everything about it was passionate, the way he said my name, the way his hands lingered for a little bit longer than they should on each and every curve, The way his brown eyes clouded as they met with mine, the way his tongue darted out to wet his lips before slowly, oh so slowly he would angle his head and capture me with a heated kiss.
Each time I would open my eyes and wonder how his expert hands had managed to ride me off all of my clothes without me knowing, each time I would relish in the feeling of the hard stone of the floor as it scraped against my knees as I pleasured him, I would revel in every delicious sound he gave and every jerk his body made would encourage me to continue our elicit affair.
After it was over, after our bodies had become one and our screams had stopped echoing off the walls, when our beating hearts had slowed to a normal pace and our sweaty limbs had detangled from one another, he would slowly wrap his hand around my back and kiss my foreheas.
"Do sledvashtiya pŭt" he would whisper into my skin as his eye lids flickered shut and his breath would hitch.
"Until next time" I would whisper as I would watch him walk away.
His steps echoing down the corridor, one, two, three.