Hey guys! Thanks for all the reviews for the last chapter!

A/N: I apologize if it seems like Viktor's accent is changing over time. I've been trying to get it perfect. I went on YouTube and listened to interviews with the actor who played him to listen to his voice and I think I have it down now.

Chapter 8

HERMIONE'S POV

Hermione sighed in contentment as Viktor gently wove his fingers through her curls, her head rested on his shoulder. She felt warm lips brush against her forehead as he hugged her a little tighter to his chest, the warmth he provided and melodic humming of the fairies threatening to coax her into a deep sleep. It was hard for her to believe that someone like Viktor could care so much about her to bring her to such an amazing place simply for a first kiss. I couldn't imagine him doing any better, she thought to herself, as the aching in her chest grew as memories of his skilled lips and tongue working magic on her untrained mouth came flooding over her. She wasn't sure of her ability but the fact that he kept kissing her randomly seemed like a good sign. Part of her kept wondering what she had done to deserve someone so amazing. Stop it, Hermione! Viktor thinks you're smart, brave and beautiful so you better get some confidence because insecurity is not attractive! Just look at how he looks at you! Right at this moment she caught him staring at her with adoring eyes, and instead of looking away in embarrassment like he would do in the library he only smiled softly as their eyes met.

"You are so beautiful," he whispered as he leaned in to press his lips to hers in a gentle kiss. Her eyes drifted closed as she moved her lips in sync with his, never feeling as if she could get enough of him. She adjusted so that she straddled his lap, wanting to have better access to his lips. Hermione let her hand rest on his cheek, rubbing over the light stubble she found there. Feeling brave, she pulled away from his lips, and the moan of protest that came from his mouth was short lived as she replaced her lips on his jaw. She left a trail of kisses on the strong curve of it before allowing her mouth to trail down to his neck, biting down lightly and sucking gently. "Miya," he groaned, his hands going to rest on her waist as his head fell back to rest against the tree behind them. She smiled against his skin, liking the reaction she got out of him, experimentally letting her tongue trace over the area she had been sucking on. He moaned loudly and gripped her a little tighter, but just as she was about to continue she squealed in surprise when he began tickling her sides.

"Viktor!" She squeaked breathlessly as she squirmed in his arms. "Stop!" He stilled his hands but kept her firmly in place.

"Vell vhat are you trying to do to me, little temptress?" He growled playfully as she shrugged innocently. "You make it hard to be gentleman." Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion as she moved slightly in his lap to get more comfortable, freezing when she felt something hard brush against her thigh. She met his eyes with a questioning look, seeing his face turn red and his eyes avert in embarrassment. "I'm sorry, loff. Is uncontrollable." She giggled lightly, though she was still a bit uncomfortable with the situation.

"I know, don't worry about it. It's my fault anyway," she said meekly. His hands gripped her waist firmly and, before she could protest, he was lifting her off his lap and setting her on the ground next to him. He kept one arm around her waist, allowing her to lean into him, but one stayed resting over his lap. She guessed that this was to hide his "problem." "So anyways," she began awkwardly, causing them both to laugh lightly. "Have you any idea what the first task may be?" He simply shook his head. "Well you need to figure it out! They must have given you some sort of clue."

"They haff not given us any clues, Miya," he said with a sigh. "I don't think ve are supposed to know anything until ve arrive for task." She huffed in annoyance, her arms folding across her chest.

"Well great," she said sarcastically, worry filling her heart. "Now I have two people to worry about and neither of you are prepared in any way!"

"Ze only zhing I can do is practice defensive spells I suppose," he muttered, and she could sense the discomfort in his voice. "That's all I have at this point." She bit her lip, a lump rising in her throat as she fought back tears.

"I hate this stupid tournament," she groaned. "Not only do I have a boyfriend and best friend that are risking their lives in it; my best friend not even doing it by his will, but my other best friend is being a total prat because he's jealous!"

"Who is zis prat?"

"Ronald," she muttered with a tinge of disgust in her voice at his name. "He thinks that Harry put his name in the cup without telling him how, so he's jealous and thinks that Harry just wants attention." She stopped as a thought popped into her head, looking up at Viktor questioningly. "You don't think Harry did it, do you?" He was silent for a moment, before shaking his head slowly.

"No. I do not know Harry too vell but I know zat it vould haff been hard to get around ze age line. I do not zink seventh year could do it, let alone a fourth year," as he finished she let out a sigh of relief and leaned into him a little more.

"When is the first task?" She asked.

"Beginning of October," he muttered, she could hear the thick blanket of worry coating his words and felt bad for bringing this up.

"Okay well," she whispered, putting a hand to his cheek so that he was looking down at her, watching his eyes soften the way they only did for her. "Please be careful, Viktor. No matter if you win or lose you'll still be the most amazing boy that I've met. So please just keep yourself safe so that I don't have to lose you," she felt a break in her voice at the last part, and in a flash she was back on his lap, engrossed entirely in his arms with his lips moving over her own passionately. One arm was wrapped around her waist tightly while his other hand was tangled in her hair at the back of her head, holding her in place as he kissed her. After a few blissful moments his kiss slowed, becoming gentle and soft until he pulled away, still keeping her close.

"I'm sorry," he choked out. "I haff just been under so much pressure to be perfect and vin tournament for school, vhile still practicing on broom to stay in shape because coach is mad at me for losing Vorld Cup. But you are only one to care more about me zhen any of zhese zhings." She felt a pang in her heart at his words, not understanding how some people treated him. The people that were supposed to be his friends treated him like a puppet whose only purpose was to throw money at them.

"Viktor," she breathed, cupping his face in her hands and rubbing her thumbs over his skin lightly. "You could be some poor and unathletic guy in Slytherin for all I care," he chuckled lightly. "As long as you remain the same Viktor here," she put a hand over his heart. "I will always look at you in the same way." She closed the space between them with a soft, lingering kiss to his lips before pulling away and resting her forehead to his.

"Blagodarya, Miya, "he whispered, leaning in once more when a loud pop from behind them caused her to jump and turn.

"Oh! Esther is sorry, Master Krum," a feeble looking house elf stood behind them, wringing her skinny, long fingers in front of her. She looked a lot like Dobby only with a wider face and longer lashes, a dirty rag the only thing covering her. Viktor moved Hermione off his lap once more to kneel in front of the elf.

"Is okay, Esther," he said softly. "Is everything alright?" She nodded, but her eyes were focused on Hermione over his shoulder, looking sort of frightened. Viktor noticed this and smiled, taking Esther's hand and pulling her toward his girlfriend slightly. "Vhere are manners? Esther zis is Hermioninny, my girlfriend." Hermione bit her lip with a smile at Viktor's attempt at her real name, watching the elf's face light up at this announcement.

"This is the pretty witch you told me about? She is your girlfriend now?" Viktor beamed and nodded happily, sparing a loving gaze in her direction, causing her to blush. He tells his elf things like this? I'm glad he is treating her well. "You don't exaggerate, master. She is beautiful!" Hermione was probably the color of a tomato now as she put out her hand to shake the little creatures.

"Hermione," she said softly. "It is nice to meet you, Esther."

"Hermione," Esther repeated perfectly, sending a slight scowl in Viktor's direction. "You must learn to say her name properly!" Viktor chuckled and nodded. Hermione giggled and shook her head.

"Viktor calls me Miya," she explained, putting a hand on her boyfriend's back and rubbing gently. "And I love it. Are you Viktor's elf from home, Esther?"

"No ma'am but I wish I was," the elf replied sadly. "I am a Durmstrang elf, chosen to come with Master Karkaroff and the students on the ship to serve while they are away. Only Master Krum is nice to me. The rest of the men on the ship yell at me and smack me when I move too slowly. Master Krum gives me clothes and good food so I can take care of family who also work at school. I will be sad when Master Krum graduates after this year." Esther finished with a sad sigh, and Hermione's heart broke slightly. Viktor once again took the elf's hand.

"I vill try to find vay to haff you come to live vith my family, Esther. Please do not worry," he said soothingly, reaching forward and brushing away a small tear from her eye. He really is wonderful, Hermione thought as she watched her boyfriend with admiration. Actually, perfect is probably more fitting for him. They watched Esther compose herself before getting down to business.

"Thank you, Master Krum. Master Karkaroff has told me to come collect you because he has something to tell you that is important," she winced slightly as she mentioned her least favorite master.

"Thank you, Esther," he said, pulling a bit of money from his pocket and handing it to her. "Could you please go back and tell him that I vill be there shortly? I need to take Miya back first." With a smile and a nod, Esther was gone. Viktor sighed and stood, pulling Hermione with him as he wrapped his arms around her. "I suppose ve haff to go now. Vill you be more comfortable on ze broom now?" She got a little nervous at the mention of flying but gave her best confident smile.

"It's still not my favorite mode of transportation. But I know I'll be okay since I'll be with you," he seemed to like this answer as he grazed his lips against hers lightly.

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Hermione couldn't help but smile as she reminisced on the day's events on her walk back from the ship to the castle. Viktor had tried to insist on walking her back but she deemed it unnecessary. It was the middle of the day and perfectly safe for her to walk alone, and she made the point that if he took too long to arrive, Esther may get in trouble with Karkaroff. He had been a little put out but agreed with her, and opted for a long kiss before sending her off. I can't believe I have a boyfriend, she thought with a beaming grin. Specifically one who seems to have stepped right out of a fairy tale. She was so lost in her own head that she almost didn't notice the figure walking toward her hurriedly with a mop of fiery red hair upon his head.

"Oi! Mione!" Ron called out, picking up into a run to meet her quicker. She scowled, not particularly in the mood to speak to him at the moment.

"Ronald, I've had a really good day and don't need it spoiled by your jealous whining," she scoffed confidently, earning a surprised and slightly hurt look from her best friend. He stepped in front of her path, determined, making her stop. "Ronald!"

"I have to tell you something," he moaned in defense. He eyed the area behind her warily. "Why are you coming from the Durmstrang ship?" She crossed her arms over her chest, thinking that now wasn't the best time to reveal that she was dating his idol.

"None of your business," she hissed. "Now what do you have to tell me? My patience is wearing thin and I'm supposed to help Harry in the library today." Ron's eyes flashed with anger at this but he shook it off.

"Okay, first of all I'm really sorry but I haven't done anything to you so you have no right to be-"

"Excuse me?! You most certainly have done something to me! You are letting your jealousy dictate your actions and putting me in a very tight spot between my two best friends! You're proving that you're not as good of a friend to Harry as I thought because you can't even tell when he's telling you the truth you're too busy being a jealous prat!" She was seething at this point, and ready to leave. She went to step around him but his hand to her arm halted her. "Let me go."

"I wasn't trying to upset you, 'Mione," he said with a groan, running a hand through his messy red hair. "I just wanted to tell you that Hagrid is looking for Harry, and it's really important. Could you please just pass along the message?" She eyed him for a moment before pulling her arm away.

"Fine," she spat, purposefully bumping his shoulder as she walked away. Boys are idiotic, she thought as she rolled her eyes.

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VIKTOR'S POV

Viktor took a deep breath before pushing the large mahogany doors open to his headmaster's office. A chill went up his spine as he spotted him from behind, sitting in a large armchair in front of a roaring fire.

"Vhat is it that I haff done to you, Viktor?" Karkaroff growled menacingly, as he beckoned the young seeker to sit beside of him. Viktor's face turned to confusion as he sat in the neighboring armchair.

"I don't know vhat you are-"

"Let talk, boy!" He hissed, turning to him with fire in his eyes. "I call on you to tell you zhat you vill haff to face deadly dragon in first task, to find out from ze help zhat you have been fondling a MUDBLOOD IN ZE VOODS?" The initial shock of learning about the dragons washed away instantly as Karkaroff finished his sentence. Viktor's face contorted with anger as he glared at the older man.

"Vhat did you just call her?" He growled, gripping the sides of the arm chair to prevent himself from pouncing on the headmaster. Karkaroff smirked evilly.

"A filthy little mudblood, Viktor. Dirt beneath my feet. Scum. Vhat vorks best for you?" Viktor's body shook violently as he rose slowly from his seat, towering over the man who looked the least bit threatened.

"You vill not speak of her zhat vay. Unless you vish for me to blow tournament and switch schools, not to mention rip your greasy head off, I suggest you vatch carefully how you speak of my girlfriend," with this he turned sharply and stomped out of the room, not hearing the headmaster's last comment.

"Big mistake, boy."

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