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Chapter 29:

Hermione had worked off some of her steam by packing and was now feeling a little foolish. She shouldn't have yelled at them all and acted like such a bitch but lately she had been feeling on edge.

She was starting to feel moody a lot now and Viktor seemed to be her only reprieve from the dark mood that was now filling her. She had chucked it off as her monthly a couple of weeks ago but then realized that it was just getting worse and worse. 'Perhaps I should see Pomfrey about it when I get back to school.' She reasoned and stopped packing. She thought of it at length and realized that no matter if she was still mad she didn't really have a lot of places to go. She slumped down over her valise and closed her eyes. She felt an odd niggling in the back of her mind as if she was opening it outside of her skull but she just assumed she was just exhausted and needed a good nights rest. She slipped into a deep sleep suddenly still lying over her luggage that was lying on her knees.

Viktor had finally arrived home and wished for nothing but perhaps see Hermione and perhaps beg for a back massage and if not he would just have to resort to the not as satisfying hot bath.

He was walking towards the staircase when he suddenly saw a hand holding a glass of amber liquid. He walked around the chair a bit and saw the tell all messy black mop of hair that was not completely unlike his own.

In truth he would much rather just go upstairs and relax but his good heart urged him to talk to Harry and try and coax the latest insomniac into bed.

"Harry why in the world are you still up?" He asked softly in hopes to not startle him.

"Nothing, just thinking... I couldn't sleep." He said just as quietly.

"You all right though?" Viktor replied telling himself that he wouldn't pry. He knew many reasons why a man would stay up all night 'thinking' and he could personally say that the only remedy for it was to sleep with the woman you loved above them all and even then it could be difficult.

"You know Viktor if I knew I could tell you but I just can't put my finger on it. Something isn't right in this house or rather I know someone in this house isn't right but, I can't tell who." He ended lamely, rubbing the bridge of his nose in frustration.

"What do you mean?" Viktor perked up immediately hearing the threat that came from that statement.

"Someone is not the same anymore Viktor. I think we have a mole in here and I still can't figure it out. I've been having these odd dreams. I see someone in shadows standing above the beds in the house at night.

"Whose beds?" Viktor demanded quickly. He wasn't going to take Harry's dreams lightly since they always meant something.

"That's the thing that gives me the creeps Viktor you see I can hear Ms. Black wailing in terror and not indignation and I'm running around aimlessly but I know that something horrible is going on and I see Dumbledore standing before Ms. Black and I ask him how he can stand that shouting. Get this he says he does not hear a thing. Then all of a sudden I get fucking scared Viktor because if he can't hear it then that means that it's a warning and I suddenly realize I'm too late. I finally stop hearing the screeching and feel better but as soon as the safe feeling floods me I see a picture of myself, Lupin, Dumbledore, Tonks, Ms. Weasley and everyone in the house in separate shots laying in bed with a look of horror on your face and I wake up. Thing is I don't think it is like a premonition or anything though. It seems like a vulnerability thing." Harry replied in a calm and monotone voice.

"Vulnerability Harry, please explain." Viktor whispered so silently that he sounded like nothing more that n a small mouse.

"I mean I don't think anything bad is going to happen, I think someone is or will try to use us in our sleep. Perhaps they make us sleep and extract memories because I got the feeling that we were fucked and the other side knew everything..." Harry ended finally looking haunted.

"How long have you kept this to yourself?" Viktor asked with a look on his face that Harry had never seen before. Harry suddenly realized how intimidating and scary he looked.

"Two weeks at most." Harry replied looking apologetic.

"One more question Harry. Was Hermione in your dream?" Viktor asked with a deadly calm and an angry gleam in his eye.

"Yeah, she was... She was the first one and now I see it when I am awake." He responded whilst a shiver ran up his spine.

"How could you- how could you keep this to yourself?!?" He roared suddenly. Harry felt his fight or flight instincts take effect suddenly and weren't even considering the fight option.

"Uh y-you know my dreams are so-sometimes placed in my mind..." He stuttered thoroughly shaken. He was almost more afraid of him than the dark lord.

"I know but Harry you had a dream about her. I am going to see her now Harry and just you make sure to tell me if she makes any other appearances in any of your dreams all right? I'm sorry for yelling, I gotta go." Viktor said in a rush and running up the stairs three and four at a time.

Harry's body shook involuntarily for a few moments when he finally realized that if anyone could protect his precious Hermione it was Viktor. 'He is certainly fucking scary enough...' He thought before deciding to go to bed before he had any other completely out of character experiences.

He reached her room and opened the door violently. He saw Hermione sleeping over her knees and felt a cold rush of terror inject itself into his veins at the same time he felt the conflicting feeling as if his blood had turned to liquid fire. If her were thinking properly he would have realized that the cold was the fear he had and the burning feeling he had in his veins was the reaction of his fear. His adrenaline was pumping but he didn't notice a thing he grabbed her by her shoulders and lifted her hoping she was ok and unharmed.

"Hermione! Wake up Hermione!" He repeated into her ear loudly.

Hermione had been having a dream of being out in a meadow and Viktor had been picking these beautiful flowers and threading them through her hair until her hair looked like a small garden when suddenly he started yelling at her.

"Uhg, whasat? I don't like those flowers Hun. Their...What?" Hermione let out a jumble of incoherent words and phrases until she finally realized that se had been dreaming and Viktor was crying and trying to wake her up. Wait...Crying?

"Viktor, what's wrong?" She asked in a husky morning voice.

"Hermione?" Viktor whispered as if he didn't believe she was really talking.

"Uh, yes, ummm what's wrong? Are you all right? Why are- OUMPH!" Her inquiries were stifled when she had the air knocked out of her. Viktor had pulled her into a back breaking hug and didn't seem like he going to stop anytime soon.

"I love you too Viktor and we can talk about whatever it is but I can't really breathe Hun." She tried to say threw his chest. He must have heard it since he was loosening his grip and putting his one free hand threw her hair.

"Thank you. Now not that I don't love being mauled by about two hundred pounds of love at around three in the morning after being yelled awake or anything but I am compelled to ask what caused such a 'special' awakening." She asked trying to wake up enough to have a proper conversation with him.

"I just miss you and couldn't wait to make sure you were all right. You were after all lying on your luggage and you looked a little pale before I left this morning. Wait why are you sleeping on your luggage anyway?"

"Viktor I'll tell you tomorrow all right but it's nothing important. Oh and just to point out you left whilst I was still sleeping and you like everyone else knows I look like that in the morning." She said, covering a small yawn.

"I was just making sure. I am very tired and sore Hermione, I'm over reacting..." He trailed off into a murmur and Hermione could almost feel the tension in Viktor so she sighed and motioned for him.

"Come here you great lump." She said with a hint of laughter.

"Hey what do you mean 'lump'?" He asked with mock anger.

"Do you want this back rub or not?" She said with exasperation but the slight smile betrayed her.

"Fine, I'll take it this time. Hmm, backrub, I think I thoroughly have you under my powers Hermione." His rang out through the room with male satisfaction when Viktor smiled at her before dropping himself onto the bed in front of her.

"Uh Viktor?" Hermione queried.

"What dearling?"

"You have to take off your shirt." She replied as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

He blushed slightly but did not want to jeopardize the feel of warm hands working out the knots in his back and neck so he hastened to obey.

"Thank you, this might be a bit cold." She whispered before her hands made contact with his skin. He felt the cold liquid on her hands and shuddered slightly. "What are you lathering me up with?"

"Lotion Viktor, if I don't my hands will just hurt your skin so be quiet and let me do this all right?" She demanded and it no longer seemed like a question.

He obeyed and relaxed into her skilled hands. He let out loud groans when she would hit a knot. If he hadn't wanted to be awake for every moment of this delicious pleasure he could have easily fallen asleep.

"All right Viktor I massaged all that in your skin. Get changed and come get in bed." She said simply. He wondered if she knew what she had said. 'Did this mean she wanted to take another step? Does she want me to sleep in the same bed?' His mind reeled with the thoughts as he got up.

"Hermione are you sure you want me to sleep with you? I mean that's a bit thing right?" He asked hesitantly.

"Are you kidding me? I don't care what kind of step it is all right. I just stayed up with you for about an hour and I didn't sleep well. We will talk about this step in the morning so you don't have to worry but for now just get dressed for bed and get that warm ass in here." She responded pointing at the covers she was holding up for him.

He did not hesitate after her statement. He stripped to his boxers and hopped in.

Hermione had fallen asleep quickly and snuggled into Viktor. He smiled and stroked her hair. He could not believe he had met this beautiful sprite. He loved her more than anything in the world and he would give her the world when they finally got through this whole war. He finally drifted off to sleep thinking of sitting with Hermione many years from now with a beautiful house and a baby on the way. He unconsciously sighed in his sleep with a smile.

Hermione woke up a snuggled further into the warm pillow. 'Wait pillow?' The gears of her brain began turning. 'Why is my pillow hard and warm?' She asked herself.

"Good morning Hermione."

'Oh yeah Viktor slept with me last night...' She remembered when his husky morning voice interrupted her thoughts.

Morning Viktor." She said with a small sigh as she snuggled into his chest further.

"Hmm, though I love it when you massage my kidneys with your nose Hermione I think we should probably get downstairs." He said with a small chuckle.

Hermione raised her eyes to him and simply covered her face with the duvet and rested her head even closer to him. "Oh but Viktor you know how much I loooooove your kidneys." She replied, muffled by the covers and his body.

Viktor let out a bark of laughter and pulled her head up to cradle it between his palms.

"Well as much I like it I would much prefer this." He whispered before he placed his lips over hers gently.

"Aha! So you are a lover of the lips massage." Hermione sighed before initiating another kiss.

"Oh yes now be quiet a let me do this all right." He said in the same commanding voice she had used to same the exact same thing the night before.

Hermione smiled before pressing her lips to his once more. Once, twice they kissed until Viktor licked her lower lip, asking for entrance. She gave a small gasp when he put his arms around her and pulled her up onto him. He took his chance and slipped his tongue into the warm space behind her teeth. She groaned and was forced to straddle his waist to hold herself up. Viktor ran his hands from her shoulders to her lower back in small circles while Hermione felt the muscles in his large arms. He moved his hands lower until he was free to cup her backside. She gave a small moan that was lost in Viktor's mouth when he began to knead the soft flesh of her ass. He felt himself stir before he pressed her back into the mattress and began kissing her neck with hot open mouthed kisses. Hermione pushed her hands down his taut back and relished in the feeling of all that power beneath his tanned skin. As she explored all the muscles of his upper body Viktor found her collar bone and laved it with his tongue before nipping at it lightly. Hermione whimpered out loud and the sound caused him to harden more than anything. Hermione looked up at him and gasped at the lust that was swimming in the depths of his eyes. The look of his mussed hair and his eyes made a jolt of pleasure surge through her belly all the way to her toes. She had reached down to grab his ass and pull him closer when all of a sudden a large knock from the door startled them.

Hermione squeaked and pushed Viktor off her. Viktor's eyes darkened with anger and he let out string of curses that Hermione could not understand since she could not understand Bulgarian.

She had started to get up for the door when Viktor laid his hand on her shoulder.

"I'll go see who it is Hermione." He said in a staged whisper.

He pulled on his trousers in hopes to cover his hard on but they had only succeeded in making it far more prominent. Every step to the door moved his pants and he knew that whoever was at that door would someday pay for interrupting them like this.

"Vhat?" Viktor asked testily when he walked out of Hermione's bedroom door before closing it harshly. Viktor raised his eyes to see Harry staring him in confusion.

"Viktor?" Was all he said when he finally closed his mouth.

"Yes Harry, 'Viktor' vhat do you want?" He said irritably. HE had enunciated his name like you would for a child and Harry stared at him even harder if that were possible.

"Look Harry I was in the middle of something so could you please just tell me so I can leave..." He said with a tone that voiced his exasperation.

Harry gave Vitkor a one over look and suddenly realized why he was in Hermione's room. Harry blushed and looked anywhere but him.

Viktor had noticed all of this but he just wanted Harry to spit out whatever he wanted to say so he could get dressed.

"Uhh, well you know I was just gonna talk to Hermione... You know idle shit chat but I can see you're busy- I mean I can talk to her later... I think I'll go now ok? Bye!" Harry replied in a rush before darting from the hallway as fast as he could possibly go without flat out running.

Viktor sighed and felt the frustration boil up into him again. "Well I might as well get dressed." He sighed before opening Hermione's door and shutting slightly softer than before. But not much.