A/N
Sorry for the long delay! Been a bit busy so I made this chapter especially long to make up for the long time you've all waited! And thanks for the reviews!
Three weeks later
Hermione was annoyed with herself as she couldn't get rid of the image of the kiss between Viktor and herself. Krum and herself she meant. Merlin, she has to stop thinking about him in first name terms! She hardly even knew him and besides, what did he mean to her? Well... Over the past three weeks, she had found that he hardly ever left her mind to the point that she couldn't concentrate on teaching her students. The school term had started only two weeks ago but it already felt like an eternity, as if she were falling into an abyss, floating in the middle of nowhere. And not to mention the countless sleep loss she suffered from the loss of concentration! Sure there had been moments when she forgot it even happened, but still, it had been rather shocking. She couldn't believe the intimate touch had even occurred between them! And because of her constant loss of concentration, she was ignoring her duties so much that she decided to quit her part-time job all in all. She could hardly believe herself... that she couldn't even keep a part-time job. Professor McGonagall had been very surprised at her request to leave her job having only taught at the school for less than two years, but accepted her request without questions or need of explanation when Hermione gave her an excuse or two. Hermione already had a feeling that she was going to regret it soon or later, but for now it was for the best. Professor McGonagall had after all told her was that she could return to her post anytime she wanted.
Yesterday while Hermione had been shopping for groceries, she had bumped into Zacharias Smith who looked very surprised and pleased to see her. They had talked for a bit and had hung out at a cafe for a cup of coffee when he had asked her to watch an International Quidditch match between Wales and Bulgaria with him. Hermione hadn't been too sure if he had asked her out on a date or not, but had accepted his invitation anyway since he had been so friendly and warm about it. He had looked very pleased when she had agreed to and told her that they 'should meet up somewhere or something like at the entrance'. He had then walked her all the way home and told her he couldn't wait for the match.
And so she was getting dressed up and ready for the game, deciding to wear a simple white tank top, green shorts and red converse shoes. Make up was light, putting on just a little bit of eye liner and lip balm if that counted. It was only then that she realise that the game was between Wales and BULGARIA which meant that stupid Viktor Krum was involved. She couldn't believe how she hadn't realised earlier, because she would have said no. Well... not 'no' but a big 'NO'. But she couldn't back out now since she had already accepted and that Zacharias was waiting. Telling him 'no' now would be incredibly mean of her. She had a feeling that she was going to have one hell of a day.
When she stepped out of the Floo system, she made her way over to the entrance and found Zacharias, dressed in a semi-formal outfit, waiting for her with a small smile on his face. He looked very happy to see her and made small talk with her before offering his arm, to which she accepted; she followed as he led the way towards their seats. It turned out she was to sit in the VIP section with him where special guests whom had any correlation to the players got to sit at. A feeling of dread was the first thing that came to her.
"Oh Merlin! Zacharias!" Hermione groaned, stopping herself from going any further. She tugged at Zacharias' arm to get him to stop moving.
He stopped, turned, and looked at her curiously. "What?"
"Why didn't you tell me we were sitting at the VIP section? I thought we were going to be standing by the stands!" she cried out. She pointed at herself. "Look at what I'm wearing! I'm going to look an idiot in there with everybody else in formal-esque wear!"
He looked at her and blushed as he said, "Don't worry. I mean, look at you. You look nice."
Hermione couldn't help but smile at the expression on his face. He did look kind of cute. Kind of. "Really?"
He nodded.
"How did you get seats here?" Hermione asked as she sat down with him. She nodded in greeting to some of the other VIPs who spotted her. They didn't seem to mind what she was wearing.
"Oh. Actually, Harry gave me these tickets. He couldn't make it today with Ginny so he gave me the tickets. He asked me to go with whoever I wanted and I... and I chose you."
Zacharias looked as if he was going to say more when the commentator interrupted him.
"This is Angus Redman speaking. Ladies and Gentlemen! The final game in group D for the World Cup qualifications are about to begin! Regardless of the outcome, Bulgaria have already stamped their mark to qualify for the next round whilst Wales need just a point to do just the same. Wales is being trailed closely by China who will qualify for the next round with Bulgaria if they win against Canada and if Wales lose to Bulgaria. Now introducing Wales we have chasers, Andrew Powell, Gwynn Williams and Rhiannon Jones, beaters Rhys Jones and Caden Llewellyn, seeker Dai Bale and keeper and captain of the Welsh team, Mary Smyth! As I have been told by my good friend and coach of the Welsh team, Sir William Walsh, none of the players from the previous World Cup have retained their spot! This may be good news as the last Welsh team were beyond dreadful!"
A loud roar of cheering spread throughout the stadium as the commentator introduced the Welsh mascot, which was a magically created red dragon. The Welsh team danced around the dragon as it breathed out fire before flying over to the inside of the stadium to assume there positions.
"And now we have the ever fantastical team Bulgaria! Introducing, the most successful group of chasers ever, triplets Martin, Pyotr and Alexei Volkov, beaters Dimitar Ivanov and Andrei Todorov, the second player to ever win the player of the year award on his debut season, keeper Stanislav Mihaylov, and seeker and captain of the Bulgarian team, the amazing Viktor Krum! No women on the Bulgarian's first choice team? The only person retaining their spot since the last world cup is Viktor Krum folks! And WOW check out the Bulgarian mascots! Veelas imported all the way from Bulgaria!"
Hermione couldn't tell what was louder; the screaming cheers of the veelas or the cheering the Bulgarian team received as they flew around the stadium. Most of the attention was blatantly centered on Viktor Krum who was doing several dangerous and daring stunts on his broom. She wondered for a moment if their eyes had met for a fraction of a second as he seemed to stop in mid air to look in her direction; but she doubted it since there were so many people in the stadium. She grabbed a hold of the side of her chair as he jumped off of his broom and did a scary dive. Her grip on her chair got stronger and stronger as the screams grew louder.
"Hermione..." a voice full of agony whispered.
She thought that she was hearing things so she ignored it.
"Hermione." the voice continued, getting louder.
She continued to ignore it as she watched Viktor do more daring stunts.
"Hermione!"
Viktor bared his abs for the cameras, causing her to blush. She began to feel somewhat annoyed as she watched cameras flashing in his direction.
"HERMIONE!"
Hermione turned around to find Zacharias trying to get her hand off of his arm. She gasped as she realised she had gripped it a bit too hard and that blood wasn't passing through his arm properly.
"Sorry! I thought- The excitement- I sort of got carried away!"
He chuckled. "It's all right."
"Let the game begin!" The commentator roared.
The whistle blew and soon the players were whizzing here and there attempting to score before the other. And soon enough, the Bulgarian team scored, with the Bulgarian triplets teaming up before one of them put the quaffle through the hoop. They didn't appear to have the need to communicate with each other verbally. She heard someone next to her mention something about the triplets having the special skill of legilimency. A loud cheer went through the stadium as one of the triplets did a backflip before sitting himself down on his broom.
"And that's his usual goal celebration! That was Pyotr- no- I apologise, I meant Alexei Volkov who scored that fantastical goal! And now Rhiannon Jones is with the Quaffle- passes it to Andrew Powe- OUCH! That was a nice move by beater Dimitar Ivanov! That has definitely got to hurt!"
Hermione yawned as the game continued. She had never been so bored in her life. Even so, she could still feel the excitement around the stadium running through her skin. The Bulgarian team had scored twelve more hoops since Andrew Powell was beaten in the head by a bludger and the Welsh team had somehow managed to catch up with eight to their name. Looking over to Krum, she spotted him flying about in a leisurely manner. He was just looking around the stadium not appearing to do much. Meanwhile, the Welsh seeker Dai Bale was zooming here and there, looking around vigorously for the snitch.
"What on earth is Viktor Krum doing?" Hermione asked Zacharias in a disappointed manner. "Isn't he going to do anything?"
"He's just like that. He's warming up."
"What a show off."
"You just wait, Hermione. He's amazing."
Hermione rolled her eyes.
"It looks like Krum has spotted the snitch! He's making his way up into the air!" the commentator, Angus Redman began.
"Oh here it comes!" Zacharias said excitedly.
Hermione was confused and hated the feeling but watched on.
She watched as Viktor Krum flew high into the sky. Dai Bale followed after him and continued to do so as Krum suddenly started to fly down. And suddenly, just as Viktor was about to hit the ground, he lifted himself up and she watched in horror as Dai Bale hit the ground with a loud thud. Even from where she was sitting, she could see blood streaming out of Dai Bale's nose. He looked dazed and as if he were about to faint.
"And that was Krum's famous Wronski Feint!" Zacharias said at the same time as Angus Redman.
"The Wonky Faint?" Hermione attempted to repeat.
"The Wronski Feint!"
Hermione rolled her eyes. She was so going to enjoy this confusing game.
Four hours later
Bulgaria had won the game with Viktor catching the snitch. He had celebrated by doing several more daring stunts on his broom before making his way over to the spectators to sign a couple of autographs for free. Hermione had turned her head around when some of the women began to flash him. She could have sworn that one of those awful flashers had double Gs. Zacharias looked overjoyed at the result of the game, not noticing the many boobs being flashed here and there and went on and on about how amazing Viktor was.
"Wasn't the Bulgarian team amazing?" he began.
"Sure." Hermione replied.
"Did you see how Krum got the snitch? An absolutely amazing flip! He almost fell of his broom though!"
"Wish he had."
"Oh come on Hermione- I'm surprised the Welsh even managed to grab a point in the game. The Bulgarians should have thrashed them!"
"If you say so."
"And did you see the triplets? I could hardly tell who was who!"
"Haven't you been around Fred and George before?"
"Yeah but- Hey, Hermione?"
"Yes?"
"We've got VIP tickets, so it means we get to go to the after party. The Welsh and Bulgarian team will be there. Want to go?"
"I don't want to go though." Hermione said, although she actually did for some reason.
"Really? Oh, come on... Please?"
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
"Come on..."
Hermione sighed. "All right."
And so, Zacharias and Hermione made there way to the penthouse where the after party was to be held. Upon arrival, Hermione could see that many had already arrived. Several of the male members of the Welsh and Bulgarian team were surrounded by legions of faithful women. A few men were chatting up the female members who didn't seem to enjoy the attention.
Hermione looked at her hand and was surprised to find them clasping Zacharias' hand. She was about to make a comment on it when some politician called for Zacharias.
"Why are you always called upon by politicians?" Hermione asked, just before he left.
He shrugged. "I don't know. I'm apparently going to contend to for a place in the upper MOM."
He then walked off leaving Hermione alone before she could question him any futher. She sighed, wondering what she was to do for the rest of the night. She decided that she was thirsty and made her way to the drinks. She was about to grab some water when somebody offered a cup.
"Nice to see a pretty face every once in a while. I'm surprised to see you here." a deep voice said. "Funny how we always meet by the drinks station."
"I know right? I meant to say that about the latter of your sentence. Do you always have to hit on me?"
"You drink water?" he ignored her question.
Hermione accepted the drink he was offering, deciding to let him ignore the question. "Thanks."
Viktor raised an eyebrow. "I'm surprised you accepted my drink. I might have put something in it. Who knows?"
She raised an eyebrow. "There's no point rejecting your offer since you are going to bug me either way. And I doubt you'd drug me."
He laughed. "Clever girl aren't you?"
She rolled her eyes as she took sip then another, then another and another. She then made her way away from the drinks table ignoring Viktor, but he followed after her anyway. She looked at the ground and noticed how their leg movement were in sync. Annoyed, she tried to break the smooth synchronisation, only to stumble over her own feet causing herself to fall over. Viktor caught her hand just as she was about to hit the ground and balanced her back to her feet with a hand carefully holding her neck. Her cup had fallen onto the floor, and the water that had been in her cup spilt out, leaving a puddle around them. Her converse were getting soaked.
"Thanks." She muttered, feeling rather flustered by the sudden situation.
She felt as if she was in a season of some muggle Disney Princess, except she was in some awful attire and not some beautiful gown. It was then that she realised that they had not moved from the position they were in.
Without a word, she slowly got herself back to her upright position, trying to avoid Viktor's face as she did so. She could feel his gaze radiating onto her. The blood under her skin grew hot.
"No problem. I'm used to girls falling over me." he suddenly said, winking at her.
"Honestly." She rolled her eyes.
"Um. Are you positive that dude is not your boyfriend?" Viktor suddenly asked, using his wand to dry his shoes and her own. He kept his gaze on her converse shoes before slowly looking into her eyes. "Because last time I checked, you two were holding hands."
She gave him a curious look. A small smile slipped onto her face. "Spying on me were you?"
He smirked like a naughty child in the midst of stealing chocolate from the kitchen cupboard. "You could put it that way. I like women with nice legs."
Hermione blushed, not knowing whether to be pleased by the comment or annoyed at being hit on. Viktor really seemed to be an interesting being to her. He was so different from the other people, men especially that she had met. She then realised that neither had let go of each others hand yet.
"What?" he asked. "You're giving me a strange look."
"I-" Hermione cleared her throat. "Could you let go of my hand now?"
"What?"
"Could you let go of my hand?"
He rubbed at her hand with his thumb. "Say please."
"Viktor Krum!"
He smirked as she glared at him. "Then I won't let go of your hand."
"Viktor."
"Nuh-uh."
Hermione wasn't in the mood to play games with him, nor was she willing to say please to him. He didn't deserve her manners.
"Stubborn aren't you?" he continued. "Let's go for a walk then- hand in hand."
Before Hermione could protest, Viktor started to drag her around with him, hand in hand just as he said. She didn't know where he was taking her, but one thing that she did know was that she didn't like where they were heading over to. His hand felt oddly comforting though and she could feel a protective aura emanating from him to her. Taking quick glimpses, she could feel envious eyes of the women around them coming her way, and albeit hating the spotlight, she felt strangely happy. It wasn't the kind of happiness filled with delight, but happy in a sense that she was free, that she didn't need to do whatever to please anyone. Viktor suddenly stopped and started introducing her to a few familiar faces, and it was only then when that she came back to her senses.
Standing in front of her were some of the male members of the Bulgarian Quidditch team and three other women or fangirls; she couldn't tell which. The men were two-thirds of the triplets and the Bulgarian Keeper, Stanislav Mihaylov.
"This is Alexei and Pyotr Volkov." Viktor began introducing.
Hermione looked over to the one on the left with the caesar cut and grey eyes. This must be Alexei... she thought. She smiled at him and he smiled back. She then looked over to the one on the right with the afro and grey eyes and gave him a smile. They both had light brown hair.
"The women next to them are their girlfriends." he then said. "The hot blonde ones with the big racks."
Hermione noticed them immediately as they were wearing rather skimpy outfits. And the size of their boobs! They couldn't be real! She forced a smile anyway out of etiquette and they smiled back at her with a raised eyebrow, probably wondering why on earth she was with them as she wasn't dressed anywhere near the way they were. Comparing the three of them together, Hermione looked as if she were a nun!
"And this big guy over here," Viktor continued, ignoring the sudden eye contact war between Hermione and the two blondes . "Is Stanislav Mihaylov. The beautiful young woman next to him is his wife, Ivanka Mihaylov. You may know her as a famous journalist from Kazakhstan who did that famous interview with Lucius Malfoy in that all revealed issue."
Hermione looked and saw a massive and well built man that could be said to be the epitome of the human tank. He had blue eyes and sported a buzz cut and looked to be no short than six foot and seven inches. He had dark blond hair. His wife came to Hermione as a surprise as she was the complete opposite. She had expected some slim and beautiful young woman indeed, but saw a woman in need of a healthy body. In short, she was a fat woman reaching no more than five foot. Ivanka had black hair.
"Hello." The Mihaylovs greeted.
"Hello." Hermione greeted back.
"Well, I guess we're all sorted now." Viktor said quietly. He turned to Hermione. "Are you honestly telling me the truth when you told me that guy isn't your boyfriend?" She nodded. He turned back to the other three men and continued quietly. "Let's go party!"
Before Hermione could ask about anything, Viktor started making his way out of the room with the other three men and women, still holding her hand. As soon as the door shut behind them, they Apparated together and Hermione found herself in a nightclub. Music beat hard into her ears.
She began to panic as she had never been in a place like this before. There were bits and pieces of clothing here and there, people all closely bunched up and grinding each other, sweat, mad laughter and absolute madness. Sure she had been in a battlefield and had seen blood spilt and people tortured, but she could honestly say that the very room she was in could be just below the level or absolute horror.
A wave of emotions began to surge in her and and she felt strange things in her heart. Her heart began to speed up and her breathing was ragged. Hot blood ran through her veins.
She turned to Viktor and glared at him, who didn't seem to notice her just yet. He was winking at a couple of women who noticed him and she rolled her eyes as he grabbed a hold of a woman's ass as she danced passed them. Hermione could tell that the woman was heavily drunk and stoned as she collapses with a splutter of laughter not so far away. She then remembered how they were still holding hands as some women were looking towards her right hand.
"Viktor." she began.
He didn't appear to hear her as he had begun dancing along with the others who had came along with them here. He hadn't let go of her hand yet so she was being pulled here and there by him as he jumped up and down. He twirled her around a few times, bringing her ever more closer to him. Hermione could feel her hair beginning to loosen and her emotions beginning to get the better of her as he bumped into her every now and then. She could have sworn he had grabbed her boob for a second or so!
The room suddenly felt too crowded and hot; she needed some air. The other three Quidditch players appeared to be enjoying themselves as they were being grinded by their respective partners. Hermione began to feel sick. Looking at Viktor's head determinedly, she stamped on his feet with her shoes, causing him to shriek and annoyingly crouch towards her as he tried to reach for his feet. Nobody noticed his agony as it was too dark and loud in the room. The music seemed to be getting louder.
Viktor got up straight all of a sudden and began speaking to her, but she couldn't hear anything. Even though she couldn't see his face clearly, she could feel the annoyance written all over his face. She raised her free hand in a questioning manner, asking him what on earth he was talking about. Even in the dark, she could tell he was rolling his eyes. He leaned over towards her, making her feel nervous, and spoke into her ear; or rather, yelled.
"MMmmmMmmmmm" was all she heard.
She raised her hand again in a questioning manner.
He grabbed her hand firmly, and began to drag her away with him through the crowd. Many bumped into her and she felt her ass felt up once or twice as people bumped passed her. If she had had her wand at the ready and could see who had done it, they would have lost something very dear to them by now. They only stopped walking when they got to the quietest part of the club, which were by the back room toilets.
Hermione was standing with her back almost against the wall. The lighting wasn't so good as the only source was the flickering lightbulb above their heads. Viktor was leaning against the wall right in front of her with his hand by her face. He held his usual smirk on his face as he looked at her.
"What was the foot stamping for?" he asked. "You do realise I'm wearing shoes sponsored by a world renowned sports company?"
Hermione didn't know why, but she had begun to sweat. Her breathing was still ragged and she felt rather hazy.
"You're rich enough to pay back for the damage. And if they were sponsored, they wouldn't care what you did with them as long as you follow what's written in your contract. Wear them and everything." Hermione said. "Anyway, why on earth did you bring me here?"
He gave her a strange look. "Didn't I ask you whether you had a boyfriend or not?"
Hermione sighed. "You did... but that's not the point."
"Then what is?" he asked, suddenly a centimetre apart from her face.
"Viktor..." Hermione tried to say, beginning to feel hotter than she already was from the heat of the small corridor they were in.
Suddenly, flashes of images from her erotic dream came to her and she began to feel rather aroused. Hermione didn't know what was wrong with her, but she suddenly wanted to have sex with Viktor Krum. She scrutinised his features again like the first time she had when they met. He now had a stubble and looked ruggedly handsome. She suddenly imagined him without his clothes on and blushed and she looked towards where his crotch should be. It was only then that she realised that Viktor stood at a good height of six foot and three inches, making her feel so small next to him being several inches shorter. More than several.
Viktor tilted his head around, and Hermione anticipated this as an attempt to kiss her. But she was wrong, as the expression on his face emanated curiosity.
"You look rather horny." he said, suddenly smiling.
Hermione closed her eyes feeling rather humiliated as she saw images of herself and Viktor having wild sex run before her eyes. His fingers were all over her, touching places nobody had ever touched... She had a feeling he was going to belittle her with his usual cocky talk.
"Want to fuck?" he then asked.
"Ye-" before Hermione could even finish answering him, he captured her lips with his and pushed his body against her hard so that the back side of her body was completely touching the wall.
Hermione moaned as he began to trail kisses about her neck and she gasped as his mouth made its way back to her mouth. And when it did, his tongue begged for entrance and she opened her mouth to let them tangle in with hers. She could feel his hand playing with the hem of her tank top before going under and she shivered as she felt the tip of his fingers slide across her skin in circles, making its way towards her boobs. She felt her electric-like shivers reach her toes and suddenly her legs began to feel weak.
"Viktor..." Hermione gasped out in between the kissing, as a thought suddenly came to her. She could feel his other hand rubbing at her thigh, beckoning her legs to spread apart.
"What?" he asked, as he pressed his aroused manhood against her groin.
She couldn't answer him immediately as she could feel herself getting rather wet and excited by the feeling of him. She could see a smirk form on his face as he saw what he was doing to her, but for once she couldn't argue back. So instead, she pushed him off of her.
"What was that for?" he asked, looking shocked before replacing it with a look of annoyance. "I thought you wanted to fuck?"
They were both gasping for breath. Want of sex was written on both of their faces.
"I know." Hermione said, in between breaths. "I'm sorry."
He glared at her almost threateningly, standing in such a way as to make his erection against his pants as visible as possible. Viktor smiled as he caught her looking at his manhood trying to bulge out of his pants. He gave it a pat.
"It's a lot bigger than it already looks." he said with a raised eyebrow.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "But seriously, Viktor. You can't expect us to fuck here?"
He walked back towards her and grabbed a hold of her cheeks with his hands to place a proper passionate kiss on her lips. "I know." he said, before giving her quick peck. "Which is why we shall go fuck in the toilets-"
"-Not there! It's unhygienic!"
Viktor crossed his arms like a petulant child. "Are you trying to play hard to get? You've got me hard for you since the first day I met you-"
"-which is why we'll fuck at my place. Come on."
Hermione Apparated the both of them on the spot, and as soon as they arrived perfectly in her bedroom, she somehow pushed an off guard Viktor over and onto her bed. She then straddled him before he could even react and began working at his tie.
"Now that's more like it." Viktor grinned, as he kicked his shoes off. He looked at where her breasts were. "Now take your tank off."
Hermione smirked and shook her head playfully as she played with his tie. She had both ends in her hand and were moving them in a way as if milking a cow.
"Looks like you caught on with my smirking!" Viktor said, as he pushed her over to get on top of her. He then nibbled at her neck. "Take your tank off!" he growled into her ear.
Hermione didn't do as she was told to and just looked at him suggestively, piercing her lips. She groaned as he started to suck on her neck. He seemed to know exactly where to touch.
"Are you wet for me, Hermione?" he asked, not really expecting an answer as he began to make his way down her body. He kissed a trail down her body, down her thorax region to her belly. "Are you fucking wet for me?"
Hermione watched him as he looked at where her vagina was. She could see just how turned on he looked as he began to feel her inner thighs up. She groaned with delight when he pressed just above the place where her clit was, rubbing it slightly with his thumb.
"Viktor... just take it off already and get inside of me!" she growled.
"Not yet." he said, licking his lips. "I just noticed that you're wearing the colours of the Bulgarian flag. Let's take your shoes and socks off first." He took her shoes and socks off. "And now your shorts..."
He took her shorts off slowly and looked at her wet cunt. He smiled and rubbed his nose against the cloth against her folds.
"You know Hermione, I can see right through your knickers with all your juice coming out. Don't you shave?"
"Viktor, does it matter? Can we just get on with it?"
He chuckled and took her knickers off before placing his face just before her cunt. He looked at it with delight before leaning forward and licked at her delicate inner folds, grabbing a hold of her thighs to brings her closer to him. He began to lick away at her and she gasped and groaned as he suddenly ate away vigorously, hands rubbing at her thighs. Her past sexual partner had taken things much, much slower than Viktor did, but for some reason, she preferred the suddenness of sex. Or maybe it was just Viktor.
"Oh Merlin! Viktor! Please... more! Faster-"
He parted his lips from hers and he stuck two fingers into her. He drove them in and out and she gasped and pleaded for him to go faster as he went in deeper and deeper. He then stuck another finger in, and she writhed with pleasure and she bucked her hips closer towards him as his thumb rubbed at her folds. She wanted an orgasm so bad and fast, she needed to touch herself. So she reached for her clitoris, but his free hand stopped her from doing so. He shook his head.
"I'll be doing all the touching tonight, baby." he smiled.
He brought his fingers out of her and began to eat her again, and she gasped as he flicked at her clitoris with his tongue. An already building orgasm was getting stronger, and he hadn't even used his penis yet! She began to feel even more excited as she wondered what it would feel like to have his penis inside of her. Just the thought of his penis made her wetter. Then suddenly, she had a mad orgasm. She squirmed with pleasure from the intensity and from listening to Viktor groan.
"Hermione take your shirt off." he groaned as he licked at her clitoris. "Take your tank off, I want to see your boobs."
Hermione did as she was told to and took her tank top and bra off. She could see him staring at her boobs with lust and want. She suddenly imagined him doing even more naughty things to her and she looked back at him with the same expression on her face.
"Want to touch?" Hermione asked as seductively as she could. She threw the tie that had been loosely wrapped around his neck aside. "You only need to ask."
He smiled as he climbed on top of her and began to suck and fondle them in ways she had only felt in dreams. She groaned as his other free hand played with her folds and she gasped every now and then when his fingers rubbed at her clitoris.
"Viktor... this is so not fair." she gasped as they began to make out.
"Why?" he asked as he kissed her mouth.
"You're not... even... out of your... clothes yet... and I'm... stark naked..."
He smirked, placing a kiss on her nose. "Let's keep it that way for now."
Before Hermione could say anything, he kissed her and began a make out session with her. She had never felt so wanted before in her life it was driving her crazy. The thought of Viktor's penis kept coming to her as he rubbed the bit of clothing where his penis was against her vagina.
"VIKTOR!"
"Calm down!" he chuckled as he pressed his erection against her. "Take my clothes off for me then. It is getting kind of hot in here."
Hermione felt a sudden nervousness as Viktor got off of her. He gave her an urging nod and made a deep growl with his throat as she took his shirt off. She looked his muscular torso with lust. She touched his well defined abs with her fingers and thought just how beautiful his body was, wondering what it would be like to press her body against it. As she was about to reach for the button of his pants, Viktor stopped her. She looked at him curiously as he grabbed her hand and brought it down his pants. Her hands went down slowly but it didn't take her long to feel something hard. It was fucking huge.
"Ready for this?" he asked.
Hermione nodded.
He stood up so that it would be easier for her to take his pants off, and when she did, she saw a huge thing trying to bulge out of his boxers. She gulped as she reached at the band of his boxers, before bringing it down quickly. Viktor's penis sprang out to life, pushing against her lips, and she gasped at the size of it. He really hadn't been joking when he told her how big it was earlier. A good eight inches or more?
"Hermione, lick me."
Hermione began to lick at the head of his penis and she looked up at Viktor to see him looking dazed. When she opened her mouth to take in as much as she could, she could tell Viktor couldn't stand properly. She liked what she was doing to him.
"I need to lean on something..." Viktor managed to say through his groans. "I imagined you doing this for days and fuck it's so good..."
Viktor pulled his penis out of her mouth before discarding his pants and boxers completely and threw them aside. He lay on his back, and beckoned Hermione to crawl over to him. She did, and she began to suck on him. She listened to him moan and groan as she slid her tongue up and down and sucked on his head. He then began to push it slightly in and out of her mouth when she paused for breath.
"I want pussy." he suddenly said, looking at her in the eyes.
He pulled his cock out of her mouth and pushed her over so that she was now on her back. He held his cock with his hand and rubbed it against her folds, patting it against her a couple of times.
"Need you nice and wet for this." he said, as she moaned at his penis' touch. "Give me pussy juice."
He then stuck his penis inside of her without warning and started to drive in and out faster and faster each time it went in. He wasn't even giving her time to adjust to his size! Hermione gasped and screamed with pleasure as the bed began to shake to his pumping. She hadn't felt such a feeling before, physically or emotionally. She really needed to touch herself. But just as she was about to, Viktor slid out of her and flipped her over so that her ass was facing him.
He placed his hands on them and squeezed them hard as he placed his penis in between her butt. He began to slide his penis in between her butt cheeks and she could hear him groaning something about how 'your ass is made just for me'. He then brought her to her knees and slid his penis back into her vagina.
"Do you like dogs?" he asked.
Hermione didn't answer him as she hadn't tried such a position before.
He was already pounding into her before she could even say anything to him and she moaned and groaned as he slapped her ass every now and then. She felt another urge to touch herself as he flipped her back to her back side. He continued to pump into her.
"Viktor... please... clitoris... I need... to touch it."
"No."
He grabbed her hands just as they were about to touch her clitoris and brought them each to either side of her head. He kissed her nose and shook his head.
"Only good girls have it their way? Are you?" he asked, as she intense pleasure came to its full capacity.
"Yes!" Hermione begged. "I really need to touch-"
Viktor kissed her mouth before she could continue and continued to pound into her. He really hadn't been lying when he had said that he was going to do all the touching. Hermione felt numb and a sensation of burning by her thighs. She really needed another release.
The thing with Viktor was strange. He seemed to be able to control her orgasms somehow. It almost seemed as if her body's pleasure obeyed to his every command. Strange emotions and feelings began to slither up and down her skin and she gasped as he pressed his chest against hers.
Viktor suddenly pulled his cock out without warning and pulled her on top of him in such a way so that her back was against his chest. The two paused for a moment for breath; Hermione watched as Viktor's hands rested on her tummy, making small circles with one of his index finger. He then stuck his cock back into her and began to drive in and out of her like before.
"Fuck pussy. Fuck pussy. Fuck pussy..." he kept repeating into her ears, before suddenly reaching for her clitoris with his fingers.
He then began to rub it like she had wanted to, and used his other hand to hold onto one of her boob. A new wave of feelings began to make its way towards her vagina, and Hermione could feel the intense buildup preparing to let go. Viktor began to rub faster and faster at her clit and slowed down his pounding into her. The different feelings were killing her- especially as he was squeezing her left boob too! Suddenly, she reached her climax, and Hermione screamed with delight and began shaking furiously as the burning and intense delight went all over her.
"Tight cunt." Viktor groaned into her ear, as she continued to shake violently.
Viktor hugged her tightly with his arms wrapped around her waist as she continued to writhe almost as if in madness. He groaned into her ear, telling her just how tight she was as her muscle contracted and relaxed in a way it had never before. When her climax died down, Viktor turned her over so that he was on top of her again. He pushed her sweaty hair aside and smiled before kissing her lips. Hermione could taste herself on them.
"Want more cock?" he asked. "I know I do."
He brought her legs up and held onto her ankles as he placed his cock back into her. He then brought her legs together and pumped.
As Hermione heard him grunt, she suddenly wondered just how many women Viktor had laid. Having been so adamant of not being like the other women from the start, she wondered how many other adamant women Viktor managed to break down. He did seem to follow her everywhere she went... She suddenly wondered if Viktor was only in it for the sex. She then remembered how her sudden want for sex had brought her here. What on earth was she thinking about?
"Why the face?" he groaned, as he spread her legs apart to lie back on top of her. He had stopped pumping.
"Nothing." Hermione said, as she wrapped her legs around his waist to bring him closer to her.
"You don't look too horny anymore. Did I disappoint?" He adjusted himself to the new position.
Hermione shook her head. "It's not that."
"Then what?" he began pumping again.
"I was- just- wond-ering- how many- others you- have- slept with." Hermione told him hesitantly as the pleasure of his big cock inside of her attempted to kick out her thoughts. "Seeing as- I easily- fell into- the same- trap."
He raised an eyebrow and stopped pumping. "Can we talk about this after fucking? I'm close to cumming."
He grabbed her thighs and pulled her closer to him so that he could go in as far as her vagina allowed.
"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." he kept groaning, as he pumped into her the fastest and hardest he had ever done on her.
Then suddenly, Hermione felt a different sensation inside of her as he suddenly came to a pause. She felt him cumming inside of her, and a lot of it. She felt his semen stream down her butt from her entrance. When he was done, he got off of her and looked at her curiously as he stuck his fingers inside of her. When he pulled them out, Hermione saw some of his seed on them. He stuck his fingers in her mouth for her to suck on.
He sighed deeply as he pulled his fingers back out and he lay next to her, pulling her towards him by putting an arm around her. Her head rested against his chest.
"You were saying?" he asked.
"I was wondering how many others you have slept with, seeing as you're so into it." Hermione said. "It makes me feel dirty."
"Dirty?" Viktor asked as if what she had said was the most ludicrous thing she had ever heard.
"How many have you had?" Hermione asked.
Viktor began to count with his fingers but stopped after she saw him count up to twenty. "Um, not too sure. Can't remember names or count that well to be honest. I didn't take the special maths class back at Durmstrang." he joked. "I've fucked most of the hot ones who ever offered themselves to me. You're one of the tightest I've ever had. How many have you had?"
"Relationships? Or sex?" she asked, even though she knew he wouldn't respond. "Well, my first boyfriend and I haven't gone beyond fondling with our clothes on. We tried sex, but we just couldn't do it. Strange now that I think about it. We were so awkward back then."
"You're first boyfriend is that red head right? Ron Weasley is it?"
Hermione blushed. "Yes."
"Ew. My lady friends all tell me he's not the best of experiences." he said. He then lifted his hands up as if it measure something small. "That big, they told me."
Hermione raised both of her eyebrows as she had never thought that Ron was like one of those boys who really loved sex. And she honestly did not need to know about Ron's penis length.
"And your second?"
"I lost my virginity to him. An awful experience. He expected sex to be pleasure just for him." Hermione muttered. "In his penis goes, and he goes at it until he cums. That's about it. He didn't care if I enjoyed it or not or if I even ever orgasm with him."
"The papers never managed to get his name. May I have the honor of knowing who he is?"
"Cormac McLaggen." Hermione told him hesitantly. She didn't know why she was being so honest and telling him everything.
"McLaggen? You mean Cormac McLaggen as in the one who is the keeper for the Irish team now?"
Hermione nodded.
Viktor began to laugh. "I can't believe anything happened between you two! I thought he had better taste than- I mean you had better taste than-"
"Viktor, we're going off topic." Hermione tried not to be offended by the last bit of his sentences.
"Anymore boyfriends or sexual partners after him?"
Hermione shook her head.
"Continue with whatever you are trying to say then." Viktor muttered.
"If you want me to tell you briefly... I'm just wondering if what happened between us is just sex."
"I like sex."
"So is it just 'sex' between us? Did you even take the slightest of interest in me?"
"What? Now wait a minute- I don't know where you are going with this-"
"You know what I mean."
"Well you I like your legs..."
"VIKTOR!"
"Well. I like sex with you. I mean, you've got nice legs and boobs and stuff and one of the tightest pussies I've ever had-"
"-So it is all just 'sex'."
Hermione stared at Viktor and he seemed confused, unable to think of what to tell her. She couldn't even tell if he was being honest or not. He had always been an annoying enigma to her. Hermione's sudden thinking led her back to the drink he gave her. The water hadn't tasted right at all when he had given it to her. Hermione gave Viktor a look and he looked back at her innocently, as if the sex between them hadn't even happen.
"Viktor, get out of here." Hermione said when he didn't say anything and continued to hold the same confused expression. She had her wand in hand.
"What?"
"Viktor get out."
"Hermione-"
"-Get out."
"Herm-"
"-You put something in that drink!"
"-I didn't mean to!" he stopped himself with a gasp. "I mean, I didn't-"
"-Shut up!"
"-Herm-"
"Reducto!" Hermione had just smashed the a part of her flooring open. "You don't want to look like this do you?"
Viktor tried to appease her with his hands but she shrugged him off. Five minutes later, Viktor was running out of her house and onto the muggle street stark naked without his clothes on, with Hermione furiously glaring at his bare backside with a blanket wrapped around her. She put her wand aside on top of the shoe cabinet beside her and ignored the muggles who were looking at her and Viktor curiously. Some were even laughing.
Idiot.. Hermione thought. You stupid idiot... Why did you even have sex with him?
Hermione slammed the door behind her and walked back to her bedroom. When she saw Viktor Krum's clothing on the floor, she began to cry as the thought of being dirty came to her again. She used a silent wand-less spell to consume his clothes with fire, hoping that it's burning away would happen to the memory that she was to have from the experience she had earlier. Why on earth had she been so careless?
