The rest of the week passed by slowly. Hermione had packed her suitcase the same day she got the OK from her parents. It didn't take her too much time to pack a pajama, underwear, casual clothes and a dress for whatever occasion Viktor had invited her for. She spent the rest of the week helping her mother around the house. Now it was Thursday and Hermiones anxiety, built up over the last few days, reached new heights.
Her mother kept smiling at her in this weird way. And she didn't like it. Viktor just invited her over for the weekend and they were nothing but friends. Yes, there was a short kiss before he left (it was her first and she could still feel the butterflies in her stomach, now as bad as three weeks ago) and yes, it was on the lips as well, but that could just as well have been some bulgarian custom. After all, the only thing he had done after that was putting his address in her hand, asking her to write him. Lost in thought she traced the outlines of her lips with a finger. A really nice custom... A smile spread on her face.
A loud noise, very much like the sound of glass meeting kitchen floor, snapped her out of the tummy tingling memory of her first kiss. She could hear her father curse and chuckled if Mom would've heard that... "TOM GRANGER! Don't you dare swear in this house!" Oh, I guess she did hear it... poor Dad! The Gryffindor couldn't help but laugh a little on her way to her room. "Jane, I'm a full-grown man... I can..." "Now-now, that may be. But Hermione don't need to hear her parents use such language!" Her fathers sigh of defeat was the last thing she heard before she entered her room.
A gaze at her watch told her it was nine-thirty-seven. I know it's pointless since I'm way too excited, but I guess I'll just try and go to bed she thought walking across the room to change into her night clothes.
It was cold and dark. She had an uneasy feeling, that something wasn't right... beside the fact that she wasn't able to open her eyes - nor move any other part of her body - and she felt as if a layer of ice had covered her, a really funny sensation tugged at her slowly awakening consciousness. I... I...am... it feels like... I'm floating! Indeed she could feel the slight movement of her body as if gently floating in a current.
She gasped, trying to move, open her eyes, do anything as panic constricted her chest. I'm gonna die! She wanted to scream but, of course if nothing else did, her lips didn't obey either. Then, through her agony, she felt something. The gentle rocking of her body by the current had stopped for a moment. Something pulled on her feet, two-three-four times. Her head involuntarily bobbing up and down each time. She felt nauseous. Then the pulling stopped. What is going... the feeling of something winding around her waist interrupted her thoughts.
Suddenly warmth covered her body and she felt movement very close to herself. Viktor! She thoughts in relief. I'm in the Black Lake and he... he's rescuing me! Forgotten was the icy cold, for Hermione felt quite the opposite at the moment.
The cold air hit her like a brick as her face finaly broke through the surface. Gasping for air and struggling to keep her head over water she welcomed his arms around her, gently pulling her to him. She opened her eyes and was welcomed by Viktors loving gaze. Wait! LOVING GAZE? He doesn't think this way about me.. and... how come he's not struggling to stay over... Just then Hermione felt the assuring safety of solid ground under her feet.
Viktor smiled as if he knew exactly what she was thinking. It was one of these rare smiles of the usually sulky Bulgarian, that had captured the Gryffindors heart. When they first locked eyes, the day Durmstrang and Beauxbatons arrived for the Tri Wizard Tournament and he had marched into the Great Hall, passing by the Gryffindor Table and giving her this look... she could feel her body melt into his ahh... to hell with my rational thoughts... it's a dream... and I REALLY want him to kiss me! her eyes closed slowly as she inched her head forward, licking her lips expectantly. Not sooner than her tongue retreated again could she feel the warmth of his soft lips against hers. With a slight groan she replied to the gentle pressure he applied and instinctively imitated him.
She felt how he pulled her even closer to him, almost crushing her. A deep groan emerged from his throat, it sent a chill through Hermiones body and seemed to stay in the pit of her stomach after it gave her goose bumps all over. Unconsciously she shifted her weight, which brought her left thigh in contact with a certain part of Viktor - a certain HARD part! She felt heat spreading through her body, an unknown heat that made her gasp as its intense sensation reached that certain spot in her stomach, making it nearly impossible for her to think straight anymore.
This feeling, as new as it was, got her excited like she'd never been. And it felt as if it took control over her, made her forget - forget about the 'what-ifs' she would've normally analyzed for hours before making a daring move on something or someONE.
She was almost disappointed when Viktor suddenly broke the kiss, but was instantly rewarded with a throaty groan that intensified the tingling in her stomach even more, making her thigh move closer once again. This time he responded by pushing his leg in between hers, forcing her to spread them. She gladly did so, feeling his waist nearing hers took the excitement up yet another nudge. Her heart hammered against her chest madly, her breathing accelerated and the need to be touched by him grew to no to her known limits.
When his thigh rubbed against the fabric of her skirt she knew what this strange feeling was - LUST! Then suddenly, something was ripping on her mind... dragging it back to its normal functions with a repeating annoying pulse. Hermione opened her eyes and stared in Viktors deep brown orbs, which looked quite irritated. "What's going on?" The sound became a bit louder. He looked at her questioningly "vot is this noise?" She felt a jerk on her body, which separated her from him.
"Her-my-own-ninny! NO! Don't go!" Just then she realized what that noise was. The Black Lake disappeared and a disappointed looking Bulgarian with it. With an annoyed sigh Hermione opened her eyes to find the source of the disturbing noise. She shot it a hateful glance then smashed her hand, maybe a little too hard, down to turn it off. "Damn Alarm!" Surprisingly she found herself in the same condition as in her dream - she was gasping for air to support her hard working heart with oxygen and still felt slightly aroused. It felt so damn real... she let a finger run over her lips. It was almost like he was really there and touched and... kissed me!
An un-Hermione-like giggle filled the room. She shook her head as to rid herself of the blush that insisted on getting more intense, the more she thought about what she had done in her dream. "Hermione! Breakfast is ready!" Her mothers call snapped her out of her thoughts and with a sigh she crawled out of bed.