Viktor pulled Hermione into the master bedroom, where she promptly collapsed in his arms sobbing. He had seen this coming and was only able to comfort her as she let it all out. So much had happened so quickly that Hermione hadn't had time to process everything, particularly the fact that Ron, someone she had trusted with her life once and never again, had drugged her into loving him. Had used love potions on her and violated her sense of self, her sense of control and to a certain extent, even her body. And now Viktor of all people had to suffer for it. She had hurt him by pushing him away so suddenly, she knew, and Hermione didn't think she'd ever forgive herself for that, much less for cheating on the man she loved. She apologized over and over, even as Viktor softly reassured her that he didn't blame her in the slightest and whispered sweet nothingness in her ear until the sobs receded and Hermione's rational brain returned to the forefront.

"How did you figure out that I was being potioned?" Hermione asked.

"I suspected something was up when you didn't reply to my last letter, but I didn't get confirmation until I saw you at the wedding. It wasn't like you to simply cut all contact if I'd upset you or if you'd moved on, and then when I saw his arm around you I made my best guess as to what was wrong," Krum explained. "Apparently I was right. I'm sorry I wasn't there to stop it."

"I feel like such an idiot," she confessed, tearing up again. "I should have realized something was up when I didn't get your letter and I started having feelings for Ron." Hermione sobbed again, despite her efforts to hold it in.

"It's not your fault," Viktor comforted her soothingly as he rubbed her back, "The love potion does that. I'm amazed you snapped out of it on your own. The veasel must intercepted the letter and realized we were still dating. He's a jealous prick vho doesn't know how to take no for an answer."

"Yes he is!" Harry's voice echoed in from the other room. There was a loud smack as Susan shushed him.

"Oh for goodness sakes, why didn't I put up a silencing ward? Cause Harry is naturally nosy and Susan's very curious." Hermione says while putting up a ward. "I should have seen that coming."

"It's only natural to forget everything else when you're in love with somebody," Krum explains passionately, before going in for a kiss. Part of him wanted to distract Hermione from her memories, and part of him wanted to erase any trace that weasel had left on her. Though he wouldn't deny that he also just plain wanted her.

Hermione returns the favor and the kiss started out sweet and slow. It had been too long since they'd seen each other though and it quickly turns heated. Slowly, giving Hermione time to push him away, Krum reached under her dress and discovered that she wasn't wearing a bra, much to his surprise and even greater arousal.

"You naughty, naughty girl, not wearing a bra. Where you expecting something to happen tonight?" Krum asked.

Hermione looked down, ashamed, which was not the reaction Viktor had wanted to instill in her. "Yes, I was, but not with you," she admitted. "I was planning on giving Ron my virginity tonight. He'd been pushing for a long time and I was running out of rational reasons to say no so… Of course though that was under the influence of the love potion so it doesn't really count."

"Are you sure you're ready for this then?" Krum asked, concerned. "Cause I am more than willing to wait if you want me too. We can stop and I won't think less of you. I'd never push you into-"

"I was ready for this in fourth year," she cut him off gently, "but you thought I was under the age of consent, and I didn't see you until the wedding despite the constant communication. We didn't get the chance," Hermione explained. "But we have one now."

Krum responded by kissing her heatedly and unzipping her dress. Immediately, Hermione shrugged it off and the discarded material fell to the floor. He kissed down her neck on his way to her breasts. Hermione's breasts were Krum's favorite physical feature and he lavished attention on them. He continued his path down to the edge of her panties and gently pulled them off. He paused to ask, "Are you sure?"

"Yes please," Hermione panted.

Viktor slowly undressed, making sure Hermione got a clear view of all of his muscles hardened and sculpted from extensive quiditch practice.

Suddenly he stopped. "I don't have a condom," he admitted.

"So what? Just use the spell," Hermione encouraged shortly. Seeing Viktor shirtless had fried a large part of her brain and she just really wanted to taste those muscles right now.

"Using the spell with a condom is more effective," Viktor explained, reluctant to stop but not wanting to put either of them in a stupid situation.

"I don't care," Hermione dismissed, "I just want you."

Well that made that decision a lot easier. If Hermione asked for anything in that voice, he would give it to her. Viktor resumed undressing and slowly revealed his impressive erection. Hermione felt herself get nervous, not quite sure that it would fit and Viktor could see the panic in her eyes behind the lust.

"Hey, Hey, hey look at me it'll fit," he assured her, "but if you want to stop at any point you can just say so."

"I'm okay," Hermione reminded herself. "I love you and I trust you. Just go slow and make sure your gentle," she instructed.

Viktor placed himself at Hermione's entrance and thrust in quickly, not wanting to draw the inevitably painful part out too long. Hermione cried out in pain and Viktor stilled. He wanted to move but knew she wasn't ready for that yet. As the pain slowly ebbed away, Hermione nodded.

When Viktor didn't seem to get the message she said "You can start moving."

Viktor did so making sure that he hit Hermione's clit with each thrust. Hermione peaked quickly, but Viktor kept going and Hermione came two more times before Viktor came.

"Wow!" Viktor exclaimed, eventually collapsing onto the sheets beside Hermione, sweaty spent and sated. "That is easily the best sex I've ever had in my life."

"I would say the same but that was my first, as you know," Hermione jokes. Viktor lets out a short laugh and kisses her on the cheek, pulling her into his arms and partially onto his chest before falling asleep. Hermione joined him quickly.

Voldemort and all his Death Eaters were still out in the world, but for now, they were safe. And they were together. That seemed to be all that mattered in the moment.

.o0O0o.

Meanwhile back in the living room, Harry and Susan were sitting awkwardly next to each other on the couch, pretending not to know what was going on. They both refused to look at each other and sat as far apart as the suddenly much-too-small piece of furniture would allow.

"So," Harry began awkwardly, "Is that your bedroom or your aunt's."

"I don't want to talk about it, but lets just say you're getting the couch and I'm getting the guest room tonight." Susan said firmly, before going to bed.