The moonlight reflects off the necklace he bought me, and I smile, fingering it with my free hand. Viktor grasps my hand in his larger one, and we walk in comfortable silence.

As we approach Viktor seems to slow down some, I am assuming because he does not want to let me go just yet. I do not blame him really, because I don't really feel like staying here alone tonight.

As we get to the door I turn to him and say "Can I stay with you tonight?" I immediately regret saying something so forward, as his shocked face tells me that he did not expect it.

"Yes." Was all he said, clearly holding something back. Ever since my adventures with Harry and Ron, I had not stayed with any man before like what I am about to do. It is both exciting and nerve wracking, I am now glad that I had that wine earlier, to calm my nerves some.

I went upstairs and grabbed my travel bag, stuffing in some of the clothes that Viktor bought me. I also put the bag of things I had bought earlier that day down inside it, you know, just in case and all. I walked back downstairs looking visibly flushed.

Viktor had his car waiting for us this time, so we did not have to walk. We sat in silence, but this silence was kind of awkward, like we were holding something back. He made sure not to touch me, sitting as far on the other side of the seat as he could.

We hit a bump and I fell over, he caught me though. His eyes wide as he sat me upright again, returning to his position far away. I was worried, I did not understand why he was acting like that. Did he not want me to come over? If that is the case he could have just said so.

"Viktor?" I whispered, trying not to startle him.

"What?" He asked, coldly.

"If you do not want me to come over tonight you can just say so." A tear slid down my cheek, feeling rejected by the only person who has shown me such kindness.

"I do want you to come over." He said, looking at me I could tell that he was turning something over in his mind, weighing something.

"Okay." I said, scooting closer to my door. We got closer to the house, and I prepared myself to get out of the car.

Viktor offered to carry my bag, but I won over in the end and carried it myself.

"Do you want to stay in your own room?" He asked, still holding something back. It was beginning to make me mad not knowing what he was thinking.

"Can I stay with you? If that is okay?"

Viktor did not look at me this time, only replying "Yes". We got to his bedroom, and he showed me where an empty drawer was that I could put my bag if I wanted too. He told me I could go to the bathroom in his room and get dressed for bed if I wanted, so I did. I took my whole bag with me, not wanting to give anything away. When I returned I was wearing a red and black silk nightshirt, that went to my mid-thigh, and matching silk pants. I was wearing white socks that you could only see up to my ankle because of the pants. I was not wearing a bra.

Viktor took one look at me and looked away quickly, stripping off his shirt. He left his pants on, I am guessing it was to make me more comfortable.

"Viktor?" I asked, sitting down on the edge of the bed. He stood in front of me sideways, not looking at me.

"What is wrong?" He asked, making sure not to even glance out of the corner of his eye.

"Why are you not looking at me?" I asked, genuinely confused by his recent actions.

He grunted, "I do not want to do anything that will make you hate me." He said matter of factly, still not looking at me.

"Viktor." I said again, getting annoyed. "Look at me."

He did not look, and I was getting more peeved. "Viktor!" I practically shouted, "Look. At. Me!"

He did, and what happened next I was not prepared for. He turned to face me, his neck was bright red. His eyes were wide open, and he looked me up and down. He made fists with his hands, his knuckles turning white. Licking his lips he just stood there staring at me.

I blushed at the attention, looking down to break eye contact. I kind of wish I hadn't. He was wearing his pants that he had worn when we had gone out, but there was one thing that caught my eye that was not there before.

A bulge had started to form, and I immediately understood why he had not wanted to look at me. He was afraid that his desire to be with me in that way was going to drive me away. He shook his head, turning away and walking towards the bathroom.

"Wait!" I shouted, standing up and grabbing onto his bare arm. "You do not have to go…if you don't want too…" I said, letting my grip loosen on his arm.

"I. Do not want you to…get hurt." He said, grinding his teeth together. I have seen how his hungry eyes can devour my whole body, I have experienced a little of his dominating nature, and I was not afraid. I feared more than anything that I was in love with him. And knowing that made me choose what I wanted and what I didn't.

"I love you Viktor." I said this, and took a few steps back, not sure how he would respond,

He turned around and looked at me, stunned in to silence, frozen.

"I love you, and I want to be with you." I blushed, looking away, "I know that I may get hurt, because this would be my first time too, but I want it to be with you."

He swallowed, debating with himself, "Are you sure that you want this?" He asked, a worried look crossing his face.

"Yes."

That answer was all he needed.