Sorry about the wait guys. I hope you enjoy this chapter as much I enjoyed writing it. My writing juices are finally flowing again and while I have started back with another quarter at school, I am going to do everything I can to keep the updates timely. So enjoy and remember to review, review, review. Love you all.

(Oh fun fact! Met a girl in my media and society class who enjoys fanfiction and when she found out I wrote this story, said a friend of hers was a fan of mine and suggested this story to her! AHHH! made my entire year )

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A pair of lips was what Sophia felt as she slowly drifted to consciousness. Her back was pressed against a solid mass as the lips continued laying small kisses to the back of her neck and shoulder. Smiling tiredly, she squirmed, shifting to turn her head. Her smile grew when she saw Viktor, a lazy smile stretched across his face, his short hair tasseled from sleep. Pressing a kiss to her cheek, she felt the stubble from his short beard tickle her skin. In that moment, a flood of memories from the other night came back to the fore front of her mind. She remembered every moment in vivid memory. She could still feel his hands caressing her body, touching her in a way that had been foreign to her before that night. Moving her body to turn on her side, she groaned a bit at the stiffness, her bottom half still a bit sore.

"Are you ok?" Viktor asked a bit concern when he noticed the stiff movement. Nodding, Sophia pressed her lips to his in a small kiss before snuggling up against his chest, his hands lazily drawing circles against her bare back.

"Just a bit sore but it's expected." Looking up, her cheeks redden a bit. "Last night was amazing Viktor."

He smiled, stroking her hair back as he placed a small kiss to her forehead. "It vas, more amazing zhan I could have imagined. And I did imagine." Wiggling his eyebrows, Sophia couldn't help but laugh, burying her head against his shoulder. In that moment, Sophia could have easily stayed there for hours, laying in Viktor's arms but today was a busy day for them. Looking at the clock on the wall, she knew they needed to get ready and head out for the Qudditch Cup.

Viktor noticed her eyes glance to the clock before slowly moving from the bed. "Vell I guess it iz time to get ready. I'll be right back, I have something zhat vill help vith your pain." He said, pulling his sleep pants on before trudging out of the bedroom. Sophia smiled, rolling onto her back as she starred up at the ceiling, still in a bit of a daze. It was in that moment Sophia was thankful her brother had declined her offer to join her on the trip.

After a quick shower and breakfast, Sophia got to work on packing. They would only be staying one night near where the Qudditch Cup would be held but after they would be going to Viktor's' parents' home to visit for a few days before coming back to him home and spending the last few days before school together.

She had just finished zipping up her pack when a pair of arms wrapped around her waist and a pair of lips latched softly against her neck. She couldn't help the slight moan that left her lips as her body sunk back against Viktors. He pressed closer to her, one arm secure around her waist while the other trailed down to the band of her jeans.

"Ve have a little bit ov time." He whispered, gently nipping at the shell of her ear as his hand brushed against the skin on her waist. Biting her lip, she mulled the thought. The idea of repeating the night before left her body trembling and an ache between her thighs. But she knew if she let this go any further, they would not make it to the match.

"As tempting as that sounds, I do believe we would miss the match. It seems you are too resistible my love." Turning in his arms, she couldn't help but chuckle at the small pout he threw at her. Leaning up, she pressed a quick kiss to his lips. "But I promise, I will make it up to you in a way that is…satisfying for the both of us." She whispered, brushing her lips lightly against his.

Growling a bit he kissed her hard and deep, taking her breath away in an instant. "You vill." He said prominently as he pulled away, reaching down to grab her bag along with his. "Ve should be heading out." Taking her hand in his, they turned on the spot, apparating out of the bedroom.

After what felt like a couple of minutes of suffocation, the air around Sophia calmed as her feet touched down on solid ground. Taking a moment to get her bearings, she finally took in her surroundings. A touch of déjà vu hit her in that moment as she took the site in before her. Stretched out for as far as she could see were tents upon tents with people milling about, brooms zooming in and out as the excited chatter of everyone reached her ears. This had been the scene she had been greeted by only two years prior. So much had changed, she thought to herself before being tugged out of her own head by the small squeeze on her hand.

"Come, zhere are people I vant you to meet." Viktor said, smiling as he tugged her along near the outskirts of the camp. She couldn't help but take in the beautiful surroundings that greeted her. The cup was being held in the French countryside and it was the first-time Sophia would be there. As they continued their walk, she noticed a few things that struck out to her. One was the splattering of aurors who milled around, their eyes taking in their surroundings, there wands drawn out and at their sides, a product of the attacks that had occurred two years ago.

"Zhey have increased security starting last year since zee attacks." Viktor said, noting her observation. As they continued to walk, the large stadium came into view, around there more tents set up. But these ones were different. They looked nicer, larger and quite fancier than the ones on the camp grounds. "Zhis area is only for vip guests, players and others who may not vant to stay in zee campgrounds. I thought it vould be better, give us more privacy avay from fans." Viktor said, nodding to an official who recognized him.

Making their way further in, Sophia was able to recognize some prominent ministry officials, including foreign ones as well. They mingled with each other, with witches and wizards who looked of wealth and even quidditch players from other teams from around the world. It was a sight for Sophia to take in.

"Viktor!" Looking to her left at the sudden exclamation she saw a couple of men make their way over, all of them beaming. As they grew closer, she instantly recognized them as members of the Bulgarian quidditch team. Viktor smiled clasping hands with them as they greeted each other, speaking in Bulgarian. Sophia stood there, the foreign language going over her head. She was only able to pick up a few words or phrases that Viktor had taught her but the rest she was left in the dark.

"Viktor how rude ov you too not introduce zhis beautiful creature on your arm." An older man who Sophia recognized as a chaser on the team said as he turned to Sophia. Reaching down he took her hand in his, placing a small kiss to her knuckles. "Alexei Levski, and you vust be Sovia. Viktor haz no stopped talking about you."

"It's a pleasure to meet you Alexei." Sophia said, smiling as the others introduced themselves.

"Vell ve vill see you all at the match, Sovia and I need to find are tent." Bidding farewell to his teammates who followed with a few wolf whistles that brought a blush to Sophia's cheeks, the couple made their way through the throng of people. She noticed the few glances she took, not only recognizing Viktor but her as well. She knew there was interest in them, what with who they each were and knew there would be talk. But Sophia decided to block all of that out and enjoy her time with Viktor.

After a few moments, Viktor stopped infront of a dark maroon tent, ushering her inside. The inside was large, much larger than the outside appeared to show. It reminded her of the one Mr. Weasly had used the last time, only this one was much finer, much more extravagant.

"Zhe tent belongs to a family friend who lent it to me." Viktor said as he set the bags down. Waving his wand, the tent flaps secured, before his arms wrapped themselves around her waist. "Now ve have time before zhe match and I can zhink of a vay too pass zhe time." Dragging his lips across her neck, she couldn't stop the moan that left her the moment his lips latched onto her pulse.

"I would very much like to know what they are." Sophia teased, pressing back against him tightly. Her laughter echoed as Viktor tossed her over his shoulder before making his way over to the bed.

Yeah, she was definitely happy her brother declined the invitation.

Starring off into the darkness of the tent, Sophia could barely make out the sounds of celebrations that rang out. The match had been a good one, with Germany coming out as the victor, not only ending with the most points but catching the snitch to end the game as well. Sophia had an amazing time cheering for the teams along with Viktor, whose hand never left her. If it wasn't clasped with hers, it was perched on her knee or around her waist, stroking her side absent mindedly. She met more of Viktors team mates as well as a few other quidditch players. She completely turned into Ron upon meeting Gwenog Jones, the captain of the Holyhead Harpies and had to reign in the urge to ask for an autograph. Viktor had laughed at her embarrassment, earning a swift elbow to his side.

"Vhat are you zhinking about in zhere?" Viktor stroked his hand through her hair, pushing the few pieces that strayed across her face.

Smiling, she moved closer, enjoying the body heat from him as his arm tightened a bit around her waist. "Just how amazing today was. I had a great time with you. I always do." She finished. Her hand lazily stroked his cheek, moving down to his shoulder. He captured her hand, pressing a kiss to palm before kissing her on the lips.

"Vne day I'm going to ask you to marry me." He whispered, his eyes serious to match his words. Smiling, Sophia pressed her head against his shoulder, holding back her tears.

"Well I can't wait for the day I say yes." She said softly. She wanted to believe in the words she was saying but the small part of her mind that revolved around Voldemort made her hesistate. She knew the ever-growing danger she and her brother were in and she knew that it was very likely she could be killed. And the thought of that happening, about being ripped from the man she loved terrified her to her core.

But in that moment, lying in his arms, letting his heartbeat lull her to sleep, she basked in the idea that maybe they could have a future, that they could have the chance that had been taken from her parents.