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Chapter 11
Viktor could feel that the material separating his fingers from her core was soaking wet and he liked that.
He tugged the panties a little to the side and traced a finger over the wet curls covering her sex.
Hermione bit her bottom lip and moaned. She wanted to close her eyes and drown in the ocean of heat that was raging inside her. But she couldn't tear her eyes from Viktor's. He was above her looking at her with those dark and bottomless pools of lust. All rational thoughts left her as soon as she felt Viktor's lips on hers. She couldn't control her own body. It yearned for Viktor's kisses and caresses. She wanted to feel him closer. Much closer.
Viktor was kissing her with all the wild passion he felt as one of his fingers slipped into her slick entrance. He felt her gasp against his lips and moan as he started moving it in and out in a steady rhythm creating a friction inside that made her melt in his arms. She had never been touched like this by a man.
"Viktor…" the name came in a half whisper and half a moan against his hair as he was nibbling at the sensitive flesh of her breasts. She bucked her hips against his hand while tugging him closer to her.
He was lost. Lost in the lust and desire that ran through his body. Her moans and kisses and caresses were driving him mad. He was so aroused that it was bloody painful and only grinding into her thigh could not satisfy this hunger. He kissed, licked, and nibbled every centimeter of the soft skin that was exposed to him. But he needed more.
POP!
Viktor's eyes went wide and so did Hermione's. Someone was there.
"Ms. Hermione?" Viktor in a heartbeat covered Hermione's exposed assets and pointed his wand in the direction of the voice.
"Lumos!" The tip of Viktor's wand started glowing exposing the intruder.
"Dobby!" The girl's eyes were even wider now. She recognized Harry's house elf. She still clutched the blanked to her chest and tried to see more from behind Viktor's back. The Bulgarian was standing protectively in front of her with a wand raised and was about to shout a curse. "Viktor! No!"
The little elf looked frightened.
Viktor's attention was on the creature. "Vot do you vant?" To say that he wasn't happy would be an understatement of the century and he didn't hide it.
Dobby cowered a little. "Dobby is here to give Ms a letter from the Master of Dobby. Master say it is urgent."
Hermione frowned. 'What could Harry possibly want from me?'
"Give me the letter, Dobby. Don't be afraid, Viktor won't do anything to you."
With an amazing speed the elf put something into Hermione's hand and disappeared.
The girl's jaw dropped. It was a howler.
"Hermione, vot…"
The red envelope in her hands came to life.
Hermione! What the hell are you doing? Snogging that bloody Bulgarian like that in front of everyone? I thought that you had more sense than that! What about Ron? He almost had a heart attack after seeing that. He is better than Krum. Come back to him. So the guy had a fuck on the side. What's the big deal? You are the only one he cares about! Ron is…
Pack!
The howler was shredded into tiny red pieces by one well-aimed hex from Viktor.
Hermione was still gaping at the space that the howler was a second ago. There weren't enough words to describe her shock.
"Hermione, are you ok?"
"That son of a bitch! Who the hell does he think he is? After covering Ron when he cheated on me, he has the nerve to suggest something like that!" Hermione's bottom lip was trembling.
Viktor sat besides her and wrapped his arms around her trembling form. The light charm wore off and it was misty again.
Viktor was grumbling mentally. The Boy Who Lived Just to Die At the Hands of Hermione's Granger Horny Boyfriend. That little fuck was going to pay one day. The annoying boy had the worst timing ever. Or he did that on purpose. He felt Hermione getting comfortable on is lap and suppressed a groan when his still raging erection brushed against her thigh.
'That is definitely not his wand.' Hermione cleared her throat uneasily.
"Viktor… err… well…"
The Bulgarian sighed into her hair.
"I know… Time to rest, yes?" his voice sounding a bit strained.
Hermione smiled shyly at him.
"Yeah…"
The mood was gone.
Hermione slid from Viktor's lap and wrapped the blanked tighter around her. She had a neckline to her belly button now. 'Note to self: Viktor has very strong hands.'
"Stay tonight…"
Hermione blinked in surprise.
"Viktor I don't think…"
"I vill behave… Just stay vith me. It is late already… ve vill just sleep. Please?"
Hermione squirmed a little. She trusted Viktor. They lived for a month on their own for crying out loud! If he wanted to try something he had plenty of time and opportunities! But to actually share a bed with him…
"Please?"
His voice sounded pleading. Hermione could have sworn that he was making puppy dog eyes at her. She caved in. 'Damn, but he can be convincing when he wants.'
"I will take your word for it… But I have to get my night clothes… "
Viktor grinned. She trusted him. 'Good.'
"No need. Accio my T-shirt!" From somewhere within the room to his hand flew a shirt. He handed it to the girl sitting besides him. "Lumos! Here, you can sleep in this."
"Thanks…" Hermione examined the T-shirt. It was such a deep shade of crimson that it seemed almost black. She glanced nervously at Viktor. The young man shifted next to her.
'He is not expecting me to change in front of him, is he?'
Viktor was also having a problem. A big, hard, and pressing problem. By now it was obvious that Hermione wasn't going to help him with it. 'Fucking howler. Hmm… wrong choice of words…' The only solution left to him was to have a nice early morning cold shower. All he had to do was get up and walk to the bathroom before he said or did something stupid due to the lack of blood and oxygen in his brain. He wanted to know just one thing. How to do it without totally embarrassing himself.
Hermione suddenly realized his dilemma after he continued shifting as if searching for a better sitting position. 'This is so embarrassing…' She summoned her Gryffindor bravery and took a deep breath. As she spoke her voice was a little strained and uneasy. Like anyone could blame her.
"Viktor… It is okay…" 'I am out of my mind.' "Go… take a shower …and I will change in the mean time." 'Somebody shoot me. Please…'
Viktor smiled uneasily and rose from his spot on the couch, but first he kissed Hermione passionately on the lips leaving her breathless once again.
Hermione shook her head after hearing him close the bathroom door waking her from her stupor.
"Sweet mother of mercy… "
She looked at what used to be the front of her summer dress. Hermione was glad that it was dark and she saw only the shapes of her clothing or what was left of it.
The gryffindor changed quickly into her boyfriend's T-shirt, which reached her mid thigh and now standing by the big four-poster bed.
'I wonder on which side he likes to sleep?' she climbed onto the bed and quickly got under the covers covering tucking them under her chin. She settled in on the right side of the bed. Her body was still hot and tingling after the snog session on the couch. She bit her lip and closed her eyes as she remembered his kisses and hands all over her. Hermione tried thinking about something else. Anything. What ever got her mind away from thinking about Viktor hands touching her there.
McGonagall in a bikini.
She shuddered.
McGonagall and Fudge in matching yellow polka dot string bikinis drinking margaritas and playing beach volleyball. 'Now that's a scary thought.'
She snuggled into the warm blankets her eyes closing. Hermione yawned and drifted off into dreamland.
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