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Chapter two: Confrontations.


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Hermione was refusing to speak to him, that was exactly what he deserved --Probably even what he wanted.

She gave Viktor a thankful smile when he pulled up a chair for her next to Ginny, she sat down, her face tinged slightly pink when he took the chair next to her and was immersed into Quidditch related conversation with Harry and George.

Sirius was sitting opposite of them, his arm draped around his date's shoulder, a bored expression playing his face.

She clenched her jaw. She had been so sure she was over him, good Merlin, she had even chanced coming back to England, dubbing her affection for him a need to nurture him from his past. So she had left to Bulgaria, not planning to meet or even so much as thinking about the Quidditch star that she had dated in her Fourth Year.

Of course, she hadn't been thinking about any man at all in almost any other way then a friend since she'd found herself falling in love with Sirius Black. Watching him come out of the dark and learn to smile again had made her melt, the few times they had brushed against each other while walking passed or handing each other bread at dinner or a book in the library had made her nipples erect. Sitting next to him for hours on end, wanting nothing more then to kiss him whenever he sent his stupid grin her way had been spinning her to the edge of insanity.

She'd studied with a top Alchemist while working with the Ministry in Bulgaria as a translator before being pushed up a little higher to handle complaints and fill in paper work until her fingers ached. It had been exceedingly difficult, her Mistress demanding Hermione ought take on more then just her magical studies and work as well. Normally it would not have been much a problem but the womans training had been so intense that Hermione had more often then not shown up late for work. But it was keeping her mind from Sirius, especially since he kept Owling her.

She hadn't thought he'd care very much, except for the occasional reading partner if she'd left. Reading his scrawled, hurried, angry hand writing was doing things to her. He was angry because she'd left without telling him. Yes, there had been various swear worlds marked and under lined in his letter, but it had been because he'd been hurt. She had been aroused to think she could draw such a powerful reaction from him, that she might mean something very important to him. She already knew he cared about her, but this letter was slightly hinting at… She shook the thought from her head, had held the letter tightly while she sobbed.

Then there had been a Charity event and she had been invited and she'd found herself in Viktors arms, being twirled around and she was too shocked to take in his amused expression.

"You haff been in Bulgaria for monffs and did not vunce ffink to call or drop by?" his amused expression had taken one of immense hurt.

"Viktor." She had squeaked, breaking the dance and surprising him by flinging her arms around him.

They had Owled and he had insisted on accompanying her to any event she went to.

One night after dinner with the Bulgarian Prime Minister, the moon had been full and the music loud and the wine red and she had wandered alone into the flat she had recently been able to buy. Two years since she's come to Bulgaria. She was twenty-one and single and pining over Sirius Black. In a fit of despair she left her things in the hallway, grabbed her purse and walked out of her apartment, not caring if there was an important meeting with the President of Californian Magick affairs in the morning and she had to travel to France.

She walked out of her muggle building, called for a taxi and gave Viktors address, telling herself to stop on her way there. It was Friday night, he could be anywhere, for Merlins sake, he was an international star. Maybe on a date with a pretty blonde or red head for all she knew.

But when she had gotten to his door and knocked, he had opened it. Surprised, alone and wearing just a towel, his hair wet. "Hermy-own-ninny?" He had never managed to pronounce her name properly, never tried to correct it. He had told her he liked it, like a pet name and couldn't fix it even if he tried.

She'd leaned forward and kissed him, not wanting to be alone and he'd dropped his towel and kissed her back almost hungrily. His arms fastened around her and a deep, luscious growl emitting from his chest when she pulled away for air.

"You don't loff me, still." He said into her hair after they'd made love a month later.

Hermione stiffened in his arms, her eyes were closed. "Love takes time, it isn't simple."

"Four monffs, Hermy-own-ninny. You vill leeff me ven you see him again."

Her eyes snapped open, she sat up and looked at him. His gaze was fixed steadily on her, her eyes impassive and emotionless. "W-what?" He couldn't possibly know, she hadn't even mentioned Sirius out of the fear she may give something away.

"It is true?" he sat up with her, his eyes flickering to anger. "You are in loff viff somevun else?"

Hermione impulsively jumped backwards, her purple covers falling off of her, exposing her chest. She was afraid. She had never seen Viktor angry. His large hands held her in place and his face buried into her neck. She froze. "Viktor?"

"He is vy you come here from England?"

His voice shook her, she closed her eyes, tilting her head back in relief, the anger had etched out of his tone. "Yes…"

"It is the Veasel boy?" soothing fingers were running through her hair.

"No, it is not Ronald." She sniffed and he didn't ask further, instead he pried himself away and she could feel him doing it with great effort, she whined in protest but it was cut off by strong lips on hers.

"I loff you Hermy-own-ninny, I vill make you forget him."

And she thought he had.

But now she was sitting opposite of Sirius, watching him sip his wine while his eyes darted back to her every now and then. Her heart fluttered when she'd catch his eye and she excused herself, leaving for the bathroom. She spent ten minutes in there, crying.

She had chosen the bathroom that was next to the library, farthest away from people and laughter and Viktor and Sirius.

She caught her mascara smudged face and eyes in the mirror, recalling the perfect make up of Sirius' date and cried some more. She washed it off, sniffed and re did it, not as well as the first time but well enough. She opened the bathroom door, another bout of tears threatening to fall when she remembered she'd be watching a blonde bimbo in Sirius' lap all night.

"You never used to take this long in the loo, another bad habit you picked up from Bulgaria, is it?"

She knees weakened and she found herself staring into cool silver-gray eyes. "Sirius, you shouldn't sneak up on people like that. And Viktor is not a bad habit." She added as an after thought.

"I was standing right in front of you, Hermione." He said, his eyes darkening slightly in a way that made her unable to move. He had the most melodious voice, and right now it was singing a dangerous tune.

He walked towards her, stopping in front of her. He had chosen to wear a casual white button up shirt with his leather jeans that he seemed incapable of disposing, but her eyes were only on his.

His hand suddenly shot out, his fingers wrapping around her wrist, he ignored her pained gasp and walked passed her, pulled her back into the loo.

"Sirius, whatever you're—" she stopped when he pressed her against his chest to close the door behind them and then she was roughly pushed to the door and his fingers clicked the lock closed.

"Whatever I'm doing I should stop?" he growled, his eyes flashing menace.

"You're upset." She said meekly.

"You think so?"

"I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"For whatever's made you so angry."

"Are you really? You've got Krum now, haven't you?"

His voice was low, his lips brushing against her earlobe. He was completely pressed against her, his hands on each side of her. She moaned, not being able to stop it and felt him stiffen, her eyes widened when the hardness in his jeans became evident. She pushed him back, he didn't stop her and their eyes met. Her lower stomach tingled at the lust filled eyes that took her in and her head began to spin. "I don't want Krum." She said, her eyes alert and watching for any sign of change.

"Who do you want?" His eyes stayed on her, not even a flicker. But his voice radiated his relief and she felt herself wondering if this was some wonderful dream.

Was it getting unbearably hot in here, or was it just her?

No, no, she was reading things wrong. She had to be.

"Who, Hermione? Who do you want?" One of his hands found her hair, running through the smooth curls. God, he felt so good to her. She had wondered what it would feel like to have him pressed to her and now she knew –And she wanted more then it.

Tears stung her eyes and she closed her eyes, and they burned. She felt him move and gentle, vulnerable lips press against hers.

Her heart soared, the shock of the contact freezing her. Good Merlin, he was kissing her! Her blood began to warm and she felt him freeze against her, getting no response. She wanted to tell him that it was OK, that this was fine, more then fine. She wanted to kiss him back, but her happiness had frozen her blank. Tears streamed down her cheeks to their locked lips.

He pulled his lips away and even as she was opening her eyes, darkness descended upon her. The last thing she saw was the look of horror in his eyes and the last thing she felt were his strong arms wrapping around her.

A/N: LOL. I thought it would be fun to make her faint. O___o; You know, fun-fainting… Yeah, I don't know. Review!