A/N-I present you with yet another Viktor dream. I hope that you like it. Even if you don't, I would appreciate a review. Thanks to those who have continued reading and offering reviews of this story.

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"So is it true that you still love me?"

Hermione opened her eyes to see Viktor sitting on the nearby log, his face bathed in moonlight. She'd had several of these dreams over the past eleven years, but was always pleasantly surprised when she heard his voice.

"Of course I do," she said, getting up to give Viktor a kiss before snuggling next to him on the log. "I'm so glad that you came tonight. I really needed you."

"I know," he said. "I can tell those conversations with Victoria are hard on you."

Viktor put his arm around Hermione's shoulder and pulled her closer. He gave her a peck on the forehead as he rubbed her shoulder soothingly. Hermione rested her head on his shoulder.

"It's awful Viktor," she said. "She's such a wonderful child. She deserves better. It kills me that the only pictures she has of you are fifteen year old news clippings."

"Oh yes those newspapers," Viktor said. "That took you by surprise, didn't it?"

"Did it ever. I nearly lost it when she took this one of me and you out. I'd forgotten all about it," Hermione said. "I knew about the Daily Prophet collection in the library, but I never thought to use it to look you up."

"That daughter of ours is a clever one just like you. Let me see this picture of us." Hermione handed him the article that she'd carried with her when she'd left the house. "Was I always this serious?"

Hermione laughed. "You were quite serious," she said looking at the photo.

"Oh well," He smiled and slid of the log and lay on the ground. "Come lay next to me, it is more comfortable."

She obliged and lay down next to him. Both were silent for awhile as they gazed at the stars. She couldn't really explain it, but Hermione enjoyed silence with Viktor more than with anyone else. There was something very reassuring about his presence. Hermione never had the urge to fill the silence with meaningless words as she usually did when she was with almost anyone else.

"I noticed that Victoria won the Quidditch cup for Gryffindor," Viktor said. He knew that there was no need for conversation at the moment but loved to see Hermione talk about Victoria; her face seemed to light up.

"Yes, it was the most nervous I've ever been," Hermione said, though she seemed excited as she spoke about it. "They were up against Slytherin, and their captain likes to pull some dirty tricks. Their seeker was this seventh year brute. Can you believe that Viktor? She was up against a boy six years older than her!"

Viktor laughed. "Well don't leave it like that. Tell me all about the match," he said.

Hermione gave every single detail of the match. She described all of the times a bludger had nearly unseated Victoria, and the outcome of each shot by each team, along with all of the penalties called. She finished with the heart stopping finale in which Victoria grabbed the snitch inches from the ground after a steep dive.

The whole time Hermione was talking, Viktor lay with his head propped up on his hand as he watched her talk about the Quidditch match. He wasn't paying attention to what she was saying; he already knew exactly what had happened. Viktor loved to see Hermione so happy. When she was done talking, he just smiled at her.

"You are still so beautiful," he said, leaning in to kiss her. "Especially when you talk about Victoria; you seem so happy."

"Thank you. I just love her so much," Hermione said, moving so that her head rested on his shoulder. "Do you think you could go to her?"

"Hmm?" Viktor said.

"I mean could you go see Victoria like this. I've tried to find an answer in the books, but they're all so maddeningly vague," Hermione said.

"I could, but I can only do this once in a great while, as you know. So if I were to visit her, you wouldn't be able to see me for twice as long as usual. I didn't want to do that to you. I didn't want you to feel abandoned," Viktor explained.

"I think that if I knew that Victoria got to meet you like this, I could endure your absence," Hermione said. "I want her to know what a wonderful father she has. She deserves it."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. I'm positive," Hermione said.

"It will be nice to visit my daughter, but I'll miss you," he said.

"I'll miss you too," Hermione said. "You said you are around me all the time anyways, right?"

"Of course."

"I read that souls of the departed sometimes send signs through nature that they are still present. Is that true?" Hermione said.

Viktor nodded.

"Could you be the wind for me?" Hermione asked.

"The wind? Why not choose something you can see? You always struck me as the type of person who likes things to be concrete," Viktor said.

"There is something very refreshing about being next to you, and I think a cool breeze on a warm day reminds me most of that feeling," Hermione explained.

"I can be the wind for you," he said. "Don't be concerned though if there is no wind once in awhile. I don't want you to feel as though you live in a wind tunnel."

Hermione laughed. "That's fine. I think you'll know the right moments."

"Do you know what would also help when you miss me?" Viktor said.

"What is that?"

"You should talk to someone," Viktor said. "I think Ginny really wants to help you."

Hermione looked at Viktor for a moment. He generally did not give advice in the dreams. Viktor usually offered words of encouragement or reassurance, but rarely offered any advice. When she recovered from the surprising suggestion, Hermione responded.

"She has too much to worry about with Harry and the kids without having to deal with my problems," Hermione said.

"Maybe she wants to deal with your problems, as you put it," Viktor suggested. "And maybe you should let her. It might help."

Hermione gave a noncommittal nod. She knew that he was probably right, but she also knew that it was easier said than done. They lay together quietly for awhile before Hermione spoke again.

"I feel like we don't have much more time left," Hermione said. She put a hand on each side of Viktor and leaned down to kiss him. Viktor put his arms around her neck and kissed her back.

When they stopped for a moment, Viktor looked up at Hermione. "I wish you weren't right all the time."

"Me too," Hermione said.

She kissed him once more, wishing that her lips could linger on his for just a little bit longer. Hermione knew that he would fade away soon though and never liked to see it happen. She lay on her back next to him and closed her eyes.

"I love you. Enjoy your visit with Victoria," Hermione said. She brushed her fingers against his hand.

"Thank you. I love you too." He lightly squeezed her hand before placing it back on the ground.

Hermione didn't hear him speak again before she felt him leave. She didn't dare open her eyes, or even move. She let his final words echo in her head as she fell asleep in the moonlit clearing.

A/N-This chapter is a little shorter than I wanted it to be, but I had issues writing it and I don't know why. I have about five other half finished versions of this dream because I kept getting stuck. I hope that my struggle isn't too apparent in the writing quality. If it is, I'm very sorry.

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