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"Honestly," Hermione huffed as quietly as possible, determined not to let anyone see just how frustrated she was with the boy she called one of her best friends. "A girl? I bloody am a girl, in case he hasn't noticed. Blind as a bat, the bloody idiot."

"Herm-inny? Who is ze bloody idiot?" Viktor asked quietly, his deep voice resounding in her ear. Hermione flushed, she had almost forgotten that her date was in earshot. Funny that, as he was a massive mountain of a man and sitting barely six inches from her.

"I-I'm sorry, Viktor," she stammered. "I just, I got into a bit of an argument with one of my friends earlier and I suppose it upset me more than I originally thought."

"Ze Veasley boy? He say mean things to you?"

Hermione flushed again, harder this time. "Not mean, per se. More inconsiderate."

"He vas rude?"

Hermione let out a breath she didn't know she was holding and nodded, "Yes, he was very rude."

Viktor clicked his tongue behind his teeth and covered her hand with his own. "Zen he is a bloody idiot and does not deserve your time or your thinking."

"I know," Hermione smiled at him and flipped her hand up, intertwining her fingers with his. "Besides, tonight isn't about him. It's about you, and me."

Viktor hummed in approval, running his thumb over her fingers. "Vould you like to go somevere with me? Somevere avay?"

"Away?" Hermione paused. "What do you mean?"

"Our boat in the lake is empty tonight and very quiet. I vould like to show you."

Hermione faltered, momentarily taken aback by his request. Go back to his boat with him? His empty boat? Would he expect anything..sexual? She knew in films and on television that going home with someone typically meant that the two persons involved would become sexual intimate, but would he expect that of her? And the real question, did she want to be sexually intimate with him?

"Herm-inny?" Viktor lowered his voice to nearly a whisper. "I do not vant you to be uncomfortable vith me. You can say no if you do not vant. I vill not force anything to you."

"No, it's not that," Hermione replied, feeling comforted by his words. "I've never..seen anyone's room before. That is, I've never seen a boy's room before, if you know what I mean."

Viktor nodded in understanding. "Ve do not haf to go to my bedroom if you do not vant. Ve can stay on ze deck."

Hermione nodded and squeezed his hand, standing with him as he moved to leave the ballroom.

"Just vun more zing," Viktor whispered, pulling her close to him and entangling his hand in her hair. He slanted his lips over hers, capturing her in a deep kiss. Hermione leaned into him, shocked and yet not at all uncomfortable with the intimacy of the gesture. She never fancied herself as a girl who would wax poetic about a kiss, but she now understood the urge. It was a good book by the lake, a hot tea on a cold day, the first snow of the season, a roaring bonfire, all at once, leaving her breathless and desperate for more, nothing like anything she had experienced before. Viktor pulled away, resting his forehead against hers momentarily. "He is only jealous, Herm-inny, zat he did not see how beautiful you are before I did. It is his loss."

He led her out the Great Hall, through the double doors of the foyer, and onto the grounds before what he said had even registered. Was he genuinely being sweet, or just trying to get something from her? In her experience, boys were usually only sweet whenever they wanted something, and Viktor had made it clear that although he wouldn't push her, he did in fact want something from her. A very specific something. The Durmstrang ship loomed in front of her before she realized, and she was being ushered up the plank by her date.

The ship really was quite the work of art. Some may say a bit masculine, a bit brutish, but Hermione found that she didn't mind it. It definitely focused on functionality, with reinforced wood and steel and brass covering the entirety of the vessel, but had touches of softness that one might not find at first glance. Furs on the chairs and benches for added comfort, firelit lanterns for a soft glow of light across the water, warming charms covering the ship, and a light breeze carrying the fresh smell of the lake.

"Zis is ze upper deck, vere ve do physical training in ze early hours of ze morning. Zat is the captain's quarters, vere ze Headmaster and any visitors stay," Viktor motioned to a closed door to her right, and escorted her to the left side of the ship. "And zis is vere ze students spend time and sleep. It is not all bedrooms, but ve do not have to go."

"We can go," Hermione heard herself saying. Why wasn't she more uncomfortable, more panicked? She hardly knew this boy, and she was agreeing to go see his private quarters, where he slept? She couldn't feel the effects of any spell, charm, or potion on her. Was it possible that she was simply...allowing herself to trust him?

Viktor opened the door and allowed her to go first down a narrow stairway leading to a large common room that caused Hermione to do a double take. It was much larger than she had assumed, perhaps the ship had an Undetectable Extension charm? She had read about such things, but never seen the effects of one in person. It resembled very closely her own Gryffindor common room, with carpeted floor, plush velvet couches, and a warm fire in the hearth. There was a series of round dining tables as well.

"You eat down here as well?" she asked, curious.

"Zat is ze purpose, yes," Viktor chuckled. "But many of our students have found other interests zat encourage us to eat our meals in the castle. Like myself. Ve also study here and have lessons ven ve are not with ze Hogwarts students."

Hermione giggled and blushed. Viktor had eaten every meal by her side since she had agreed to go to the Yule Ball with him. He had even carried her books for her to the few classes they had shared over the past semester, and kept her company in the library as well. Now that she thought about it, he had only been to the ship to sleep over the past fortnight, he had been with her as much as he could manage the remainder of the time.

"Vould you like to see my room?"

Hermione looked at the floor, her free hand fiddling with the fabric of her dress. Did she want to see his room? She trusted him, and if he tried something she wasn't comfortable with, her wand was safely tucked into its holster on her thigh. But was it possible that she was ready? She had always tried to be fairly pragmatic about the idea of sex. She had her first kiss, and subsequent make out sessions, over the past summer, with a fumbling neighbor boy who had spat into his hand whilst trying to slide it into her knickers and successfully turned her off of the idea of sex. But now, with Viktor, this wickedly handsome and muscular boy who had ignited a fire in her belly and left her craving with just a kiss, on this the most romantic of nights, did she want more?

"Yes," she murmured, sliding her hand up his arm to grip his bicep. "I would like to see your room."

Viktor smiled softly and led her down the side of the ship, to the final door, and opened it. It was a simple room, fairly small, with a large bed taking up the majority of the space, and a small wardrobe, bookbag, and broom nestled into the corner. A round porthole window peeked out over the Black Lake, now nearly pitch black but she imagined it would be a beautiful view in the daytime. She turned at the sound of the closing door, seeing Viktor standing apprehensively, almost carefully, like he was actively trying not to move too quickly and scare her.

"Do you like it?" he asked, taking a seat on the edge of the bed.

"I do," she responded honestly, settling next to him. "Quite comfortable."

Viktor nodded and slowly raised his hand to hers, flipping her hand to be palm up. He brought it to his mouth, gently kissing it. "Ve do not have to do anything physical if you do not vant, Herm-inny. I am happy to just be vith you."

"I know," Hermione looked at the hand he currently held, and then up to meet his eyes. "You don't want to rush me."

He shook his head. "No, no rush."

Hermione nodded, leaning in to give him a gentle kiss on the lips, surprising herself with her own bravado. She brought her hand up to caress his face, the stubble under her hand a strange and foreign but not entirely unwelcome sensation. "Viktor?"

"Yes?"

"You're not rushing me. I want to."

Viktor breathed in sharply. "Are you sure?"

Hermione stood, breaking their physical connection to step away from him. She took in a deep breath and brought her hand behind her dress, undoing the top row of lacing that held the flimsy fabric to her body. She pushed the straps off of her shoulders and let the dress fall, the silk pooling at her feet and leaving her in only her bra, a silk slip, her stockings, and shoes. Silently thanking Merlin that she had thought to buy new underwear, she shyly looked up at him, happily surprised by the darkening fire burning in his eyes.

Viktor got on his knees before her and gently tapped her shoe. "May I?"

Hermione nodded, stepping out of the dress. Viktor gripped her ankle gingerly, slipping her shoe off and placed a kiss to the inside of her knee. Hermione stared enraptured as he turned to her other leg, repeating the action before standing and pulling her close to him. He slipped his hand into her hair, releasing the pin that held her curls into place, before tracing a single curl as it tumbled down her back. He locked eyes with her, discarding his coat and jacket, sliding his pants down his legs and kicking off his shoes. His fingers went to the top button of his shirt, stopped by Hermione's hands over his. "May I?" she asked, biting her lip.

Viktor nodded. Hermione worked quickly to unbutton his shirt, sliding her hands under the fabric to push it off of him, her hands meeting warm, hard flesh underneath. Her breath caught in her throat. She knew he was a professional athlete, but Merlin these muscles had to be fake. There was no way that they could be real, that she could be feeling them twitch under her fingers as the boy, no, man, in front of her took deep, shaking breaths.

"Herm-inny?"

"Hmm?"

"You are staring."

Hermione blushed hot, her eyes shooting up to meet Viktor's laughing ones. "I-I'm sorry."

He smiled, tangling his fingers into her curls. "Don't be," he captured her mouth in a heated kiss, pulling her down to him as he fell backward onto the bed. She returned the kiss as passionately as she knew how, her knees instinctually resting on either side of his hips and her hands roaming over his neck, shoulders, and arms.

He reached behind her, flicking her bra strap expertly and pulled it from her body, exposing her and flipping them so that she was covered entirely by his strong torso. Her eyes fluttered closed as he pressed hot, open mouth kisses to her neck, his hands trailing down and gripping her hips. She wrapped her legs around his waist and for the first time felt his hard, warm bulge pressing against her core. It felt impossibly huge, and although she knew logically that her body was built to stretch and accommodate such a thing, her fifteen-year-old brain just couldn't wrap itself around the thought that it would soon be inside her.

Viktor kissed his way down her body, taking a pebbled nipple into his mouth and swirling his tongue around the nub. She surprised herself by moaning loudly and wrapped her fingers in his hair, holding his mouth there to continue sending electricity down her spine. His hand slid between them to pull her slip and underwear in one motion down her legs, discarding them somewhere behind them. Hermione was suddenly struck with the sobering reality that she was completely nude. He could see her, every inch of her.

He captured her lips in a quick kiss and pulled away, sitting back on his heels, and trailed his hands over her naked form. "Herm-inny," he breathed. "You are beautiful."

His words brought newfound confidence as she used her heels to push his boxers off, leaving them both exposed, breathing heavily. "You're beautiful, too." She grinned cheekily at him, pulling him down on top of her to kiss him, slipping her tongue into his mouth to dance with his.

Viktor moved into position between her legs, pressing the head of his cock against her opening. "You can say no," he said softly against her lips. "Ve can stop."

Hermione paused for what felt like a lifetime, and then cupped his face in her hands. "I don't want to stop. I want you."

He kissed her hotly, pushing forward in a sharp thrust that broke her hymen. She gasped in pain against his lips, tensing as the burning, snapping sensation ran through her like wildfire. He continued until he was fully seated within her and paused to kiss away the tear that was running down her cheek.

"Are you alright?" he asked, peppering her face with light kisses as her hands gripped his arms.

Hermione took a deep breath and nodded. "Just go slowly, please."

Viktor began to move in slow, deep thrusts that stretched her past the juncture of pain and pleasure. He stayed deep within her, grinding his hips into hers and grunting his pleasure above her. "Herm-inny," he moaned into her neck. "Beautiful. S-so good. S-so t-t-tight."

The pain slowly gave way to a warmth that burned low in her belly as he thrust, his grinding hips hitting a spot in her that made her vision go fuzzy and soft moans escape her mouth. She arched into him, trying her best to meet him as he moved over her. "More, please," she groaned, her pitch steadily growing louder and louder and he continued to pound that special spot. "V-viktor, yes! Right there!"

She heard moans and groans and the slapping of skin on skin and the headboard hitting the wall with a climbing veracity that made her unsure if it was them that she was hearing. She was climbing higher into the clouds, the warmth that was in her belly being fanned into a fire that coiled tighter and tighter. Viktor tensed on top of her, freezing in place as she felt a shooting sensation inside her. Did he just-

"And what, may I ask, do you think that you are doing?" A low drawl said from the door.

Hermione shrieked and scrambled under the bedclothes of the bed, desperately trying to avoid Professor Snape seeing her naked. Viktor followed, using his body to shield her from her professor's view.

"I'm sorry, Professor," Viktor began, pulling the soiled sheets over his hips. "I did not know anyone vas on the ship."

"They weren't," the older man drawled, obviously annoyed. "Until the banshee screams led us to believe that someone was in physical danger. Obviously, we should not have been concerned. When you have...finished, will you please make sure Miss Granger returns to Gryffindor Tower safely? Those idiotic little friends of hers are sure to be looking for her. And Miss Granger?"

Hermione grimaced. "Yes, Professor?"

"I'm sure you know the Silencio charm?"

Snape shut the door behind him, Hermione groaning from the embarrassment.

"You Brits are, vat is the vord, prudes?" Viktor laughed, pulling her close to him under the sheets and nipping at her neck.

Hermione let out a giggle, "Not all Brits."

He nuzzled into her shoulder. "No, not all Brits. Do you vant to go back to your tower, printsesa?"

"Hmm," she sighed, pulling her wand out of its holster on the floor. "I don't think so. Silencio!"