A/N: Written for Hermione's Haven Roll-a-Drabble Prompt in October 2018. My Roll-a-Drabble prompts were: Hermione/Viktor and huddling for warmth. No beta other than Grammarly. Will also be updating these for each month that I do them. They will have a variety of pairings, but all are starring Hermione. Ratings will be a solid M for curse words. And the goal is to be between 100-1k words. This one is a Muggle AU. Find me on tumblr at crochetawayhpff.


Heat


"Fuck, again?" Hermione groaned as she banged the radiator in her flat. It rattled, spat, and fell silent. She could practically feel the cold seep through the holes and cracks in her dilapidated home. This was the third time this winter that the heat had stopped working. Her landlord was more of a slumlord and didn't respond to anything except complaints from the city housing council. The problem with the city housing council? Hermione could only reach them during business hours during the week. It just turned six in the evening on a Friday. She'd be without heat all weekend. And Monday was a bank holiday. And even then, it may take her landlord Giles Robinson a week or more to finally getting around to fix the heat. Maybe she should start saving to move somewhere else.

Hermione huffed a breath and stood from her spot next to the radiator in the sitting room. It was the biggest room in the flat, so she gathered all of the blankets and pillows she could find and dragged them back to her bedroom. It looked like she'd be living out of her bedroom this weekend. Perhaps she could run to the store and find a couple of cans of soup on sale.

She dug through her purse and came up with four quid. It might be enough to get her two or three cans. That would be enough to last the weekend right? She found the paper she'd pilfered from her boss's trashcan that morning and checked the forecast. Below zero and snow expected. Well, however many of cans of soup it would buy, it would have to be enough.

On her way back from the shops, Hermione ran into her downstairs neighbor, Viktor Krum. He was devastatingly handsome, and Hermione always felt tongue-tied around him. He was way out of her league, whatever Ginny had to say about it.

"Hermione," Viktor said in his light Bulgarian accent.

"Viktor, hi. How are you?"

"Cold," Viktor said sardonically. "Heat's out again. Did you hear?"

"I know," Hermione sighed. "I've left a message with both Robinson and the housing council, but it's Friday, so…" she shrugged her shoulders as she trailed off.

"Right," Viktor sighed and ran a hand through his hair. Hermione watched as his muscles bunched beneath his shirt. His sweatshirt rode up his flat, impeccable abs as he raised his arm and Hermione found herself biting her lip at that delicious peek of his smooth, warm skin.

"Hermione?" Viktor said.

Hermione flushed and looked up to see him smirking at her. He leaned against the doorway of his flat, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Er, I should go," Hermione said. Holding up her bag from the grocer's. "Need to put these away."

"Sure," Viktor nodded to her and smiled. Hermione hurried up the stairs cursing herself. It was bad enough she had a tiny, eensy, little crush on Viktor, and now he seemed to know about it. God, she was an idiot.


Several hours later, Hermione had finished one meager can of soup and was still hungry when there was a knock on her front door. She was surprised to see Viktor standing there.

"Hi," Hermione greeted him. What was he doing here?

"Sorry to impose," Viktor shivered, even through his winter coat, Hermione could see he was cold. "But I was sort of hoping I could come in? It's at least five degrees warmer up here."

"Oh! Um, sure, I guess," Hermione said, opening the door wider for him. "I'm er, in the bedroom actually, it's smaller, and I can keep the door closed."

"I brought a portable heater," Viktor offered, showing the small appliance to Hermione. She looked at it enviously, she'd wanted one, but didn't want to even know what that would turn her electric bill into. She'd deal with it if Viktor would share it with her, even for just a few hours tonight.

"God, yes, come in then," Hermione ushered him inside and down the hall to her bedroom. She had covered the window with one of her heaviest quilts.

Her and Viktor sat next to each other on her double bed after he plugged in the space heater, both holding their hands out over the small amount of heat the appliance gave off.

"Oh, that's wonderful," Hermione hummed.

"Can't believe you don't have one," Viktor muttered.

Hermione snorted. "Can't afford the electric bill on it."

Viktor nodded and didn't say anything more.

After a few moments, Hermione dug out the book she'd been reading, offering Viktor a selection from her tiny library. Viktor chose a detective novel Hermione's dad had given her years ago and they sat in companionable silence for a while.

An hour or so later, Hermione felt herself nodding off, her head fell onto Viktor's shoulder.

"God, sorry," Hermione yawned.

"It's alright. Why don't you lie down?" Viktor suggested.

"Are you sure? I can stay up a little longer."

"No. You're tired, lie down for a bit," Viktor insisted.

"Alright." Hermione took off her parka and dressed in only her sweats, she curled up on the far side of the bed, under her comforter and a thick knitted blanket.


Viktor must have fallen asleep at some point because when Hermione woke up in the middle of the night she was hot. She pushed one of the blankets off her and fell back asleep.

The second time she woke up, it wasn't quite the heat or lack thereof that woke her. A hand had crept around her middle, underneath her sweatshirt, smoothing along the skin of her stomach.

Hermione held her breath as it reached higher and higher, skating along the curve of her breast.

"Viktor?" she whispered.

Either Viktor was asleep, or a good actor. He snatched his hand away. "Oh God, I'm so sorry Hermione. I didn't mean to—"

"It's alright," Hermione assured him. Then she bit her lip. "I kind of liked it."

"Really?" Viktor asked in disbelief.

Hermione turned to face him in the dim light of the room. She nodded. "Yeah, it felt nice."

Tentatively, Viktor reached a hand back out and slid it under her sweatshirt. Hermione gasped at the feeling of his hot skin pressed to hers and arched her back, encouraging him to reach his hand higher. Viktor slid his hand up her stomach and cupped one of her breasts. Hermione grabbed onto his arm in appreciation when he thumbed her nipple.

"Feels good," she panted. And then Viktor's lips were on hers, slanting across her mouth and plundering his tongue inside. He was a phenomenal kisser and Hermione pulled at him until he was lying on top of her.

"God, don't stop," Hermione muttered as Viktor began kissing down the side of her neck. If this was what her weekend of no heat had in store for her, Hermione thought she might have to write her landlord a thank you note.