Hey guys! Thanks for the reviews I got while I was gone! I went to the beach with my boyfriend for my birthday and we had a great time! I'm sorry for the wait but I didn't even take my computer with me. Anyways, I've planned out this chapter and hopefully it will be good and things are going to start to pick up. I'm sorry for the short chapter before so this one will be extra-long and the rest of the chapters will be longer and more detailed as well.

One more thing, I've written stories before (if you like Narnia and Lucy/Caspian go check out my stories ), but this is my first hp story and I haven't written in a while so I feel rusty. I don't want it to seem like Im begging for reviews but I have no idea if I'm doing a good job or not unless you guys tell me and if there are mistakes or annoying things im doing in my writing I want to be told so I can fix it! Enjoy the extremely fluffy chapter 7!

Chapter 7

VIKTOR'S POV

Viktor felt as though he were on cloud nine as he held Hermione's hand, a new spring to his step. He couldn't believe how this day had turned out, especially since he had been in the foulest mood this morning. It had been an entirely foreign feeling to him, to have his heart broken. Although he had never intentionally hurt a girl's feelings he had broken several hearts in his time, but had never experienced it himself. He marveled at how easy it was for this fourteen year old girl to rip out his heart in an instant without even knowing it. The sight of her curled up in another boy's arms had been his undoing, and he wasn't sure it was something he could bear to go through again. He hoped, as he gave her small hand a gentle squeeze, that he could make her happy enough to never desire another boy's touch again. He thought back to their conversation; his heart beating fast as he requested her as his own, and the feeling of soaring in the sky when her sweet voice had accepted him. She won't regret it, he promised himself as they trotted towards the large ship that was his temporary home. I will do anything to make her happy. Once they got to the end of the dock he pulled his hand from her grasp and put it to her lightly freckled cheek.

"I vill only be a moment," he assured her with a kiss to her forehead before rushing inside to his cabin. He had been given the largest cabin aboard the ship which happened to be the only other private one, besides Karkaroff's. It had polished wooden floors and crimson walls, with a desk, wardrobe and king sized bed. Viktor opened his wardrobe and grabbed his favorite broom, a firebolt, before rushing back out to meet his girlfriend. What he wanted to show her was across the lake, and the only other way than swimming would be to go through the forbidden forest. Flying there was a must. Her bright, honey colored eyes washed over with fear when she was his broom, and her arms crossed over her chest nervously.

"Viktor, I'm scared of flying," she muttered meekly, avoiding his gaze as her eyes fell to her feet which shuffled underneath her. He was dumbfounded.

"How can you be afraid of zis?" He questioned as he closed the space between them, one hand resting on her upper arm. "I haff heard stories of you and friends doing dangerous zings. You are very brave, Miya. Zis is large part of vhat pulls me to you." Her beautiful eyes finally met his, the corners of her lips twitching to an almost-smile. Such beautiful lips…

"You think I'm brave?" She whispered, and he nodded while putting a hand to her cheek and brushing his thumb over her soft skin, loving the feeling of it. She spared a quick glance to his right hand that clutched his broom and bit her lip. "I just feel so out of control on a broom, like if I move the wrong way ever so slightly I'll fall off." He wanted to smile but didn't want her to think he was making fun of her. He never felt more at ease than when he was soaring through the clouds. There was no coach yelling at him, no fans pestering him for attention; just him and his broom with a cool breeze brushing across his skin.

"Flying is vonderful, Miya. Makes you carefree and vorries slip avay. Besides," he let his broom fall lightly to the floor of the dock as his arms circled her tightly, her head falling to his chest. "Haff no reason to vorry. Zere is no safer place for you zen right here," he nuzzled his face into the flesh of her neck, hearing her sigh in contentment. "I vould not let you get hurt, vill not let you fall. I promise, Miya."

"Okay," she shakily replied as he pulled away from her to pick up his broom. "I trust you, Viktor." He smiled widely at this and mounted the firebolt with ease before looking at her expectantly. She looked unsure of what to do, her fingers playing with the delicate chain around her neck. He lowered the broom so that his feet touched the ground, making it easier for her to get on.

"Vill be better for you to be in front," he explained, taking her hand as she swung her leg over cautiously. "Zis vay I can hold onto you." As he said this he wrapped an arm securely around her waist, pulling her so that she was molded into his chest. She relaxed back into him, wriggling her bottom as she adjusted to get more comfortable. He swallowed a low groan that threatened to escape his throat at her accidental gesture. Control yourself, Viktor. She's young and doesn't realize the effect she has. He tried to force himself to think of anything but the way her bottom was practically in his lap and her shapely hips rested against his. The hand he had wrapped around her waist tingled as he imagined unwillingly that it was resting on bare skin. His head rested on her shoulder, soft curls brushing against his cheek as her sweet scent invaded his senses. My angel is intoxicating…

"Are you okay?" Her sweet, nervous voice brought him back to reality as she shifted again. His hand grasped her hip mid-movement, halting it.

"Yes," he grunted. Karkaroff in a bikini, Karkaroff in a bikini, he thought over and over. Hermione in a bikini. Oh goodness. Oh-DAMN IT! KARKAROFF IN A BIKINI JUMPING UP AND DOWN!

"Are you sure? We've been sitting here for a while and you haven't said anything…" He swallowed the lump in his throat as he finally managed to calm down, thankful it didn't get to a point where she could notice.

"Yes printsesa," he murmured into her hair. "I vas only zinking of best vay to go. Are you ready?" He noticed how she trembled in his arms. "Remember, you are safe vith me loff." He kissed the side of her head softly.

"Just go slow please," she whimpered, her eyes clamping shut. He hated seeing her frightened, but knew that flying was something so amazing that she should experience, and had no doubt in his mind of his ability to protect her. He had never held anything so precious in his arms and would be damned if any harm came her way. With a nod he kicked off the ground, muttering assuring words into her ear as he brought them about a hundred feet off the ground. He would normally go much higher but wanted to make her as comfortable as possible. He watched her eyes slowly open before she squealed in fright, closing them again as she turned slightly to hide her face in his neck. "Please don't let me fall."

"Never," he answered firmly, pulling her tighter to him. He didn't enjoy her frightened state but couldn't help but enjoy the closeness of her body to his and the way her breath felt against his skin. "Vould you feel better going ofer forest or lake?"

"The lake," she squeaked. "Thank you."

"Da," he replied, tracing soft patterns on her stomach in an attempt to relax her as they flew towards their destination. He heard a whimper in his neck and started to speak to her in his language in a comforting voice, hoping this would calm her. "Otpusnete moyat angel . Vie ste v bezopasnost . Vie ste naĭ-krasivoto momiche , koeto nyakoga sŭm vizhdal. Az nikoga ne sŭm se chuvstval po tozi nachin za vseki, koĭto predi . Padam za teb tolkova bŭrzo, che me plashi." He felt her soft lips brush against his neck, causing his breath to catch in his throat.

"Hmm," she murmured with a sigh. He grinned as he felt her body ease from its tense state. "Bulgarian is so beautiful. I wish I could speak it."

"I vill teach you," he replied instantly, feeling her smile against his skin. "Vill learn so quickly, my brilliant Miya."

"Good. Then I will know what you are saying about me that you don't want me to know," she replied slyly, her head lifting from his shoulder to look into his eyes. He chuckled and kissed her nose.

"I only haff good zings to say about my Miya," he said. "I vas telling you how happy you make me." This wasn't the whole truth but certainly not a lie. He didn't want to scare her off by telling her the intensity of his feelings for her. He watched a soft blush grace her flawless skin.

"No one has ever made me happier than you do, Viktor," she whispered, kissing his cheek. She had no idea what her words had done to him. The idea that her feelings were even slightly close to his own made him want to scream with joy. He contained himself as he brought them to the ground, finally at their destination.

"Ve are here," he whispered into her ear, guiding her off the broom with a gentle hand on her back. She looked around curiously, looking unsure. "Ve haff to valk a bit, printsesa." He explained, taking her hand and pulling her into the thick mass of trees. He knew she would love this place, it reminded him so much of her. They walked in silence for a few minutes before he stopped just before they were to arrive. "Close your eyes," he requested, going to stand behind her, his hands going to her arms so he could guide her. She hesitated a moment before obeying and walking forward, trusting him as her guide. He smiled as they got to a good spot. "Open," he whispered in her ear. He heard her sharp intake of breath and her hands went to her mouth in surprise.

"Oh Viktor, this is beautiful," she stated softly, completely mesmerized. Viktor felt pride instantly. He had brought her to his secret place that he had found shortly after arriving at Hogwarts while he was on a late night ride. In the middle of the forest was a small meadow covered in pure green grass and surrounded by cherry blossom trees. Various other flowers were scattered throughout the meadow, but the most beautiful part of this place was that it was home to hundreds of light fairies. They flew about humming softly, the sound pure bliss to human ears. They zoomed through the trees, racing each other and giggling musically. Viktor had gone a step further to conjure some glass jars which held flames and scattered them through the trees, trying to make it as beautiful for Hermione as possible.

"I found zis place a vhile ago. It is one place I can be alone and safe from giggling fans, but I vant you to know about it too. It is so beautiful zat it reminds me of you, but you outweigh it considerably," she giggled softly as he took her face in his hands, resting his forehead against hers and staring into her eyes deeply. "Zis place is filled vith beauty, peacefulness, perfection and happiness. Zis is how I vould describe you, and zis is vhy I vould come here, to be reminded of you vhen I vas too scared to talk to you." He saw her eyes soften as she leaned her cheek into his touch. He pulled away slightly, pulling out his wand and pointing it to the ground. He swirled his wand a few times and concentrated hard as a single white rose grew from the ground and bloomed before their eyes. Viktor leaned over and pulled it from the ground, before muttering a protection spell over it so that it would never wilt. Turning back to his girlfriend, he felt a twinge to his heart at her dazzling smile.

"That's so beautiful, Viktor," she whispered, taking it from his outstretched hand. "You didn't even say a spell." He shrugged sheepishly. His eyes met hers as he took the flower from her hand while conjuring up a small, skinny vase to put it in before setting it on the ground.

"Vandless magic is sort of hard to learn but easy once you haff grasp on it," he reached forward and stroked her cheek. "Red roses are pretty but color is inappropriate for you. Vhite is pure and delicate, but zis rose is strong. It vill not vilt or grow veak. Is beautiful, innocent; and yet I haff no doubt it vill stand against any obstacle. It doesn't need anything besides itself to be zis vay, just like you. Miya, ze moment I saw you I knew I had to haff you in my presence. Being next to you, breathing ze same air has been ze only zhing keeping me sane vhile I haff been here. I do not vish to frighten you. I know zhat my feelings are strong for how long I haff known you but-" His voice trailed off as Hermione wrapped her arms around his waist, her big honey eyes looking up at him with that same unidentifiable look. He wished he knew what she was thinking.

"Viktor, when I'm with you I feel this aching in my chest that just will not cease. At first, I admit, it sort of made me irritated because I didn't want to get my hopes up that you cared about me," his hands cupped her cheeks as he shook his head. How could she think that way? "But it goes away when I'm not with you, and I miss it terribly. I don't want these feelings to go away, Viktor. I need you," she whispered this last part, meeting his loving gaze with wide eyes. His large fingers stroked her cheeks lightly, willing her to realize how perfect she was. I will make her realize how much I adore her, how important she is. "Please kiss me." Her request was soft and meek, but determined. His eyes went from her eyes to her pink, full lips and back again. Leaning forward ever so slightly, he pressed his lips to hers.

It was as if they were floating, the world stopped around them and time stood still. He brushed his lips over hers gently, knowing this was her first kiss. After a few moments he heard her moan in the back of her throat as she began to participate, the feeling of her soft lips moving over his own making him dizzy. There was no awkwardness, just perfection and pure bliss. Nothing had ever felt so right. One hand stayed stroking her cheek while another was lost in a mass of soft, golden curls. Her arms tightened around him as his tongue shyly slid across the crease of her lips, a moan escaping his mouth as she granted him access. Their tongues slid against eachother, stroking one another affectionately. She tasted of some sort of candy, he couldn't pin point it exactly but it was the most incredible taste he had ever experienced. Her little hands had circled around to rest against his chest, fingers tracing the muscles of his chest, making him shudder in pleasure. The lightest, smallest touch from her could drive him over the edge. His hand that rested on her cheek went to rest on her hip, his thumb somehow finding its way under her shirt ever so slightly, stroking the soft skin it found there. She whimpered into his mouth, pulling herself closer to him, her hips pressing close to his own. He groaned and pulled away, this being the most painful thing he had ever done.

"Ve must stop," he chuckled at her pout and kissed her soft lips lightly, now swollen from his kisses. Her cheeks were flushed as she bit her lip nervously. He growled at the unintentionally erotic image she displayed for him, pulling her in for a much more forceful kiss, releasing her way too soon and earning a moan of protest. "I am sorry, loff. I did not mean for kiss to be so-"

"Amazing?" She suggested with a giggle. You have no idea.

"Intoxicating," he murmured, gathering her into his arms and nuzzling his face into her hair. "You are like a drug, printsesa." He heard her give a musical laugh before he pulled her down with him to sit against a nearby tree, instantly pulling her into his lap in a possessive embrace, her head going to rest in the crook of his neck. He growled as this reminded him of the way he had seen her with that boy. She seemed to read his mind as her lips brushed over the stubble on his jaw.

"I promise I won't let anyone else hold me like that again," she whispered, linking her arms around his neck as he sighed in contentment and hugged her a little tighter. "Only you."

"Good," he replied, leaning in so that his lips were a breath away from her own. "Because you're mine," he playfully stated although he was completely serious, capturing her lips in for another passionate kiss. Their laughter filled the meadow for nearly the next two hours, that is, when they weren't lost in each other's kisses.

Translations:

-Otpusnete moyat angel . Vie ste v bezopasnost . Vie ste naĭ-krasivoto momiche , koeto nyakoga sŭm vizhdal. Az nikoga ne sŭm se chuvstval po tozi nachin za vseki, koĭto predi . Padam za teb tolkova bŭrzo, che me plashi-relax my angel. you are safe. you are the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. I have never felt this way about anyone before. I am falling for you so quickly that it frightens me.

-printsesa-princess

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