Beautiful Crystals

Viktor and Hermione

Rated M

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or its characters from the franchise. That honor belongs to JK Rowling

Author's Note: For Viktor's Bulgarian dialogue, I have relied on Google Translate. It is more than likely correct (maybe), but if it isn't fully, I apologize. Also, this is my first ViktorxHermione story/one-shot rated M, so I hope you all like it. And as stated in the description, it takes place the night of the Yule Ball. Again, I hope you all enjoy this. Love, SehunsBae37.

Beautiful Crystals

Viktor Krum walked through the decorated Great Hall, looking for his beautiful date. Hermione Granger, the little bookworm from Gryffindor House, was his date for the Yule Ball. The brunette had captured his attention in a way no other girl had. She wasn't like all the others that vied for his attention, wanting to be on the arm of the famous Seeker. She didn't view him as a celebrity at her school like everyone else did. She viewed him as a fellow student, treated him as an equal; it really was refreshing to him. Just the way he had noticed her was simple in itself, shouldn't have left a lasting impression, and yet it had.

During the week of seventeen year old students placing their names in the Goblet of Fire for a chance to represent their school in the Tri-Wizard Tournament, may of the underage students would gather round to look on as they did. And the day he decided to place his name in the flaming cup, Hermione had been present, simply reading a book while everyone else's attention was on a scuffle between brothers, though like always, attention turned to him the moment he stepped into the room and up to the goblet. The moment he had locked eyes with her while putting his name into the Goblet of Fire, he had been smitten. There really should have been nothing transfixing about her, as her looks were plainly common. But to him, they were uncommon, and he believed her to be a rare beauty overlooked by those everyone else considered beautiful. Her fair skin was smooth, she had the cutest smattering of freckles across her nose and onto her cheeks, her brown hair was in a state between being bushy and curly, yet she had tamed it in a way to look presentable, and her brown eyes were big and doe-like. She wore not the slightest hint of makeup, giving her a good look at all her natural glory, and Viktor found he liked it a lot.

He had later found out she visited the library almost every day to study, and he had done the same to admire her from afar before finally getting the courage to speak to her—with the encouragement of one of his friends, of course. Meeting Hermione had been a nervous experience for him, as his English was terribly stunted, and he was afraid he was making a fool of himself, especially when he horribly mispronounced her name to her face. When she had begun smiling, he just knew she was going to laugh at him. Instead, she gestured for him to sit down across from her, inviting him to study with her. And in the little corner the brunette had to herself, the two of them got to know each other and become friends. As for Viktor, it was where he began to fall for the younger witch and fell for her more every day. Therefore, when word of the Yule Ball approaching and everyone on the prowl to find a date—many females trying to get him to be their date—he wasted no time asking Hermione to be his date for the magical night. And to his elation, she had said 'yes'.

After having such a good time all night, he had left his date's side briefly to go and use the restroom. When he returned, Hermione was nowhere to be found, thus prompting him to look for her. Seeing that she was nowhere in the Great Hall, Viktor exited it to look for her outside. He quickly found her sitting on the staircase, alarmed to find her crying there, her heels kicked off her feet. Seeing her looking so distraught, especially when they had been having such a good time, hurt his heart painfully. He believed she should never have such an upset expression on her face. Walking over to her, he climbed the stairs a bit before asking, "Hermy-own, zashto plachesh? Kakvo ne e nared?"

Hermione looked up at him from her seated position, sniffling as she wiped her tears asking, "What did you say?"

Clearing his throat to prepare himself to speak English, Viktor asked slowly, "Vhat is vrong, Hermy-own? Vhy you cry?"

Shaking her head, the brunette wiped her tears once again and sniffled before saying, "Oh, just Ronald. He said some things about you and me, and it upset me. And all because he's upset that I am your date."

"Vhat he say?"

"That you were using me and that you weren't really interested and…you know, hurtful things because he can't understand why anyone, especially you, would want to be my date."

Viktor sat down on the stairs next to the brunette, wrapping his arms around her and held her close, Hermione burying her face into his neck. Po dyavolite little redhaired wizard! How dare he say something completely untrue to hurt Hermione and upset her. He was in no way using the brunette, would never do that. He cared about her more than he ever cared about anyone before. Pulling away slightly, he gently wiped away her tears, her tears absolutely beautiful to him despite them being ones of sadness. They looked like crystals standing out on her sooty lashes and made her brown eyes more beautiful than before.

Smiling sweetly down at her, he said, "Don't listen to little redhead. Veasley not vorth your tears and has no right to upset you. He no real man because if he vas, he vouldn't make you cry if he truly cared for you, Hermy-own."

Hermione smiled at him, leaning against him again as she softly said, "Thank you, Viktor. I'm sorry for ruining our evening."

"You not ruined, and evening not over. Ve still have time to turn things around." Viktor reached out to grab her discarded heels and slipped them back on her dainty feet, Hermione blushing as he did. Grinning at her, he took hold of her hand and stood up, pulling her with him. "Come, let us go."

Viktor let Hermione down the stairs and outside into the cold night, snow falling gently from the sky. Those beautiful frozen crystals fluttered down to land in Hermione's hair, adorning it like jewels, as well as onto her eyelashes. Her face lit up at seeing the snow falling down around them. He knew she had seen snow before, as had he, but seeing it tonight must feel different to her, just as it did to him. She was so beautiful, her smile lighting her face up even more. He thought everything about her was beautiful, not just her looks. Her whole entire being was beautiful; her smarts, her kindness, her spunk, her personality, her. He loved all of that and everything about her, and he loved her.

He knew that he was in love with Hermione Granger, had known for a while. He had once never believed in love at first sight, but the moment he had seen her, he found that saying to be true. The more he got to know her, he fell more in love with her than the day before. He also understood that they were both young, probably too young to truly know anything about love—he was only eighteen and her fifteen, after all—but he always followed his heart in everything, and he knew in it that he was in love with her, that he loved her and wanted to be with her. She was his forever love. Viktor didn't know if she felt the same way for him, and thus wasn't sure if he should tell her how he really felt. But he did hope that she liked him romantically in return, at least.

Noticing her shivering, Viktor took off his fur cloak and wrapped it around her shoulders, shielding her from the cold night air. Hermione smiled up at him and held the cloak together as she held his hand once more, letting him lead her to their destination. It wasn't long before they stopped near the Great Lake, the Durmstrang Ship resting in it while it was lit up with fairy lights for the Yule season.

Looking up at the older wizard, Hermione asked, "What are we doing here?"

Taking a step back, Viktor answered, "I vould like to share one last dance vith you tonight, Hermy-own. I vould like to dance vith you under falling snow, if you allow me."

Viktor clicked his heels together and bowed to the brunette, just like he had earlier that night before the ball. Giggling, Hermione nodded and said, "I would love to, Viktor."

Making sure his cloak was secure around her, Viktor took Hermione's small hand in his, his other placed on her waist while her free hand rested on his shoulder. There, under the falling snow that Christmas night, the two of them danced together in a beautiful array of colors—white from the snow swirling around them as they moved, red from Viktor's uniform and cloak on the brunette's shoulders, and blue from Hermione's periwinkle blue dress robes. They danced to the music drifting from the ship nearby, gazing into each other's eyes with full hearts, completely happy and at peace with one another. Hermione, as she danced with the Bulgarian and gazed into his dark brown eyes in his handsome face, could feel her heart beating quickly in her chest, much quicker than it ever had before, and she knew she was blushing in his arms.

In the beginning, Hermione hadn't been interested in the Viktor Krum like all her female peers were, at least not for the same reasons they were. She had no interest in his fame, Seeker skills, bunching muscles, and good looks—she could admit they didn't hurt, though. No, if she were to get to know him, it was because she would have wanted to get to know him, who he was. But she figured someone like him wouldn't be interested in meeting someone like her, especially with all the groupies he had around him. Therefore, she had been greatly surprised when he had approached her and introduced himself, though he had to have known she already knew who he was. At first, she had thought he was only talking to her to make her out as some sort of conquest. But as he spoke, she could tell he was genuinely nervous and interested in talking to her, and she found that his true personality wasn't at all like his celebrity status, and she found it intriguing. She had also found it hard to believe that Viktor Krum had asked her to the Yule Ball, obviously interested in her, and it made her feel like the girl she was. Hanging out with Harry and Ron all the time pretty much made her one of the guys and not be seen as a girl or romantic interest for anyone. But being friends with and spending time with Viktor made her feel beautiful, like she was worth being someone boy could be interested in. It wasn't hard for her to accept his invitation as his date for the Yule Ball. Even before that, Hermione had found that her feelings for Viktor were beginning to go beyond friendship; she started realizing that she liked him romantically. Ever since knowing him, her feelings for the Bulgarian wizard had grown more and more. She felt warm and safe in his arms, in his presence, with him. No one had ever made her feel that way before, and if her fast heartbeat and butterflies in her stomach each time she was with him were any indication, she really, really liked him. She only hoped that she'd be able to let him know how she felt before the Tri-Wizard Tournament and schoolyear was over, and he had to return to Durmstrang Institute.

Soon, their dance came to an end, as did the music coming from the ship. They stopped moving together, no longer dancing, but they continued to stand holding one another, staring into each other's eyes, searching for something, and seemingly finding it. In a low voice, Viktor asked, "Hermy…Her-my-oh-nee, moya lyubov, may I kiss you?"

Hermione stared up at him, seeing his sharp cheekbones begin to dust with a blush of his own. Smiling up at him, she stood on her toes to bridge some of the gap between them height-wise, her hands on his shoulders, and kissed him sweetly on his lips.

The moment their lips touched, it was an explosion of emotion between them. Viktor wrapped his arms around her, holding her closer to him as he deepened the kiss, pouring into it all that he felt for her. He wasn't the only one, as Hermione was conveying all her feelings for him into her kiss as well. There was passion and romance in their kiss, their true feelings for each other shared between them in that moment. It was so beautiful, so magical, and they didn't want it to end. Alas, they still needed to breath.

Pulling away, they looked at each other, their lips tingling from their magical kiss, the snow still gently falling around them and landing in their hair and on their clothes. Hermione opened her mouth to say something, only to be cut off when they heard Igor Karkaroff barking something in Bulgarian nearby, followed by him saying in English that the Yule Ball would be over in thirty minutes and for students to begin returning to their designated places for the night.

Looking down at her feet, Hermione said softly, "I'm not ready to return to Gryffindor Tower yet. I don't want this night to end; I want to spend more time with you."

Viktor looked down at her before looking back up at the castle that was Hogwarts. Like her, he didn't want the night to end, and he wasn't ready to be parted from her for the night. He wanted to continue to hold her, keep her in his arms; he wanted to tell her how he felt about her. He wouldn't be able to do that if he walked her back to her tower and bid her 'goodnight', the night coming to an end. No, he wanted more time with her tonight, and he hoped she would allow him to."

"Vell, if you vant, ve can go to my quarters on ship," Viktor suggested. "They are private, and ve can spend more time together. Only if vant to, Hermy-own. If no, I vill escort you back."

Hermione couldn't help but giggle at Viktor mispronouncing her name again after saying it right just before. She knew it would still take him time, but the fact that he still tried warmed her heart greatly, and endeared him more to her. Despite that, she thought about what he had offered. He was giving her an option to spend more time with him despite the ball coming to an end. That meant he also wanted to spend more time with her. Of course, being invited to his quarters was not what she was expecting, but she found that she was not opposed. That, and if she went with him, she wouldn't be swamped by her dormmates and the other girls of Gryffindor House about her being Viktor's date. She knew she'd be swamped even more later when she didn't return before curfew, but it really wasn't any of their business. She wanted to spend more time with Viktor, wanted to be with him. Therefore, it wasn't hard to come to a decision.

Nodding, Hermione agreed to go with Viktor. Taking her hand in his larger one, Viktor quickly led her to Durmstrang Ship, the two of them being careful not to be caught with him sneaking her onto the ship. Once they were on it, they quickly retreated to Viktor's quarters, though Hermione could have sworn she saw Parvati Patil snogging another Durmstrang student. Reaching his quarters, Viktor led her inside and shut the door, locking it behind him, as well as putting up a Silencing Charm on the room. No need for others to overhear their conversations and know someone who wasn't supposed to be on the ship was.

Turning around, he saw Hermione looking around his room, taking in everything about it. Walking over to her, he took his cloak from her shoulders and hung it up saying, "Sorry it is small, but is comfortable."

"No, it's nice, it really is. It's very cozy, and you're by yourself. I would love to have this in Hogwarts," Hermione replied, taking a seat on his bed.

Viktor moved and sat next to the brunette on his bed as well, the two of them sitting closely together. It was silent between them, as well as tense, but it wasn't a bad tension. No, it was a building tension, one that they both recognized as romantic tension, and possibly even sexual. However, Viktor didn't want to cross that line just yet, not without letting Hermione know how he felt. Yes, they had kissed, and she probably already knew how he felt, but he wanted the words to come from his mouth, and not just his actions.

Grabbing hold of her hands, Viktor looked into Hermione's brown eyes and said, "I know you already know, but I vant to say it to make official. Hermy-own, I have romantic feelings for you. Since meeting and knowing you, they grow every day. I vant to be vith you alvays, Hermy-own. I…Obicham te; Obicham te tolkova mango. I have no motives; I vant to be vith you istinski, as my feelings are true. If you vill allow, I vould like to hold you for tonight. Ve don't have to do anything, I just vant to hold you. But if you vant, and you allow me, I vant to vorship you and your body, and hold you a different vay. Only if you vant, Hermy-own; you can say 'no', I von't mind."

Hermione stared up at him for a moment, a blush covering her face before she nodded and said, "Yes, Viktor. I have romantic feelings for you as well. I have liked you for a while now, and I would like for you to hold me tonight, in both ways."

He brought her hands up and kissed her knuckles, noticing how her pupils dilated slightly from the touch of his lips. Leaning towards her, his lips brushing against hers, he asked, "You sure?"

"Positive," she replied almost breathlessly.

That being her invitation, Viktor claimed her lips in a passionate kiss, a moan coming from Hermione's throat. Just like before, the kiss was magical and there was that surge of emotion they both felt. Hermione wrapped her arms around Viktor as she snogged him, him pulling her onto his lap, his large hands holding her waist. Their passionate kisses soon turned heated, hot and feverish, and Hermione had to gasp for air when Viktor released her lips from his in favor of kissing her neck. She gripped his strong, broad shoulders tightly as his hands began fiddling with the back of her dress robes. She felt the material opening and air hitting her bare back. Viktor kissed her lips once more before moving his kisses back down her neck and onto the top of her chest.

She reached up to take her hair out of its updo, shaking her curls out before looking back at Viktor. Viktor had never seen her hair completely down before—it was mostly always pinned back out of her face to keep her curls at bay. Seeing them now in their natural state, and how they framed her lust-filled face beautifully as they fell over her bare shoulders and down her back, she looked like a goddess, a huntress, and she was beautiful. He kissed her once more, finishing to disrobe the brunette until she was in her knickers only, Hermione having been working on getting his uniform off him and only successful in removing his coat and shirt, revealing his muscular chest, back, and arms. He laid her back onto his bed, sitting up to look over her and admire her body. Dobrata, she really was exquisite. Viktor really had trouble believing how no other male did not find her attractive or realize how much of a rare gem and true beauty Hermione was. Oh well, it was their loss, because he did see it, and if she wanted to be with him forever—yes, he was already thinking forever—they would never see it.

Hermione couldn't help but admire Viktor's physique from where he slightly hovered above her. No wonder the entire female population wanted a piece of him, but that was all they wanted. They didn't want his friendship, to know just how sweet he was underneath his tough exterior, how gentle he could be; they didn't want his heart. However, she did; she wanted all of that and more, just like he wanted hers. And with their confessions of their feelings, they were giving themselves each other. She didn't concentrate on his body for too long, as he trailed his kisses down her chest, between the valley of her breasts, and down towards her navel while his hands removed her knickers from her body, leaving her completely bared to him. She wasn't nervous however, as she knew Viktor wouldn't hurt her and would make her as comfortable as possible. Reaching down to grab his shoulders, she gripped them and tugged him back up to her, pressing her lips against his hotly. Those kisses, they were just so feverish, and their touches on each other's skin burned, but in a pleasurable way. They were both caught up in a whirlwind of emotions and an inferno of passion that had been building and was finally being released, and they loved it.

Not being able to wait any longer, Viktor sat up to finish removing his clothing, looking down at the panting brunette, her face flushed as she looked at him with lust-filled eyes, with a hidden emotion in the depths of that lust. If he didn't know any better, he'd say it was love, love for him. Once he was naked just like she was, he climbed back on top of her and murmured a Contraceptive Charm before asking, "Ready, lyubov?"

"Yes," Hermione breathed out. "Oh Merlin, yes."

Viktor kissed her once again before settling between her legs, gently gripping her hips as he slowly slid into her tight heat. Hermione gasped at the intrusion, her fingers tightening on his shoulders as she was breached for the first time. Viktor knew this was her first time—it was his, as well—and he didn't want to hurt her. He took his time to allow the brunette to adjust to him and his size. He leant down to kiss her lips, cheek, and neck comfortingly, all the while whispering comforts in her ear in Bulgarian. It didn't take long before he was fully inside of her, the two of them panting at the feeling of being filled and surrounded. When Hermione finally calmed down, she pressed her forehead against his and said softly, "Move."

And move he did. Viktor began to slowly thrust in and out of Hermione, testing the waters and getting them both used to the feeling and movements. Hermione's soft moans were a melodic song to his ears, her moans growing louder as he picked up the pace in his thrusts. It didn't take long for them to find a pace that was just right for both of them, the pleasure between them building and reaching new heights. They moved together on Viktor's bed, their moans, groans, and gasps not heard from the outside by others thanks to Viktor's Silencing Charm, allowing them to be as loud as they wanted. Hermione's head was thrown back, her curls laid out around her head, her face flushed pink as beads of sweat from their coupling broke out onto her fair skin. She was so beautiful to Viktor like this. Seeing her in a state of complete ecstasy caused by pleasure that he was providing her would forever be etched in his brain. She was covered in beads of sweat that glistened in the light of the lantern on his bedside table, and the one hanging from the wall. Hermione had tears of pleasure in her eyes, her grip on him tightening as he continued to thrust into her as he could feel the beginning tingles of an oncoming orgasm. Once again, this beautiful witch that he was holding was decorated in beautiful crystals, enhancing her natural beauty once again.

Their orgasms nearing, Viktor lifted Hermione from her lying position, sitting her up so she was sitting in his lap while making sure they were still connected. Hermione hugged him tightly to her, his grip on her tightening as they chased climax. A few thrusts later, Hermione gasped in pleasure with a cry of Viktor's name as she came, Viktor reaching climax with her with a groan of her name on his lips. It was such wonderful euphoria, one that they wished would last forever. Panting, they pulled away slightly to look at each other, looking into one another's eyes. Viktor gently lifted the brunette to pull out of her center, Hermione gasping slightly at feeling him do so before settling her back on his lap. Looking over her face, he asked, "Are you alright?"

"Yes, I'm okay. I'm great, actually," Hermione replied with a smile. "It was amazing."

Viktor smiled and smiled more when she leant forward and kissed him sweetly, lovingly. Breaking the kiss, he grabbed his wand and waved it over them, cleaning them both with a Scouring Charm. Placing her on the bed from his lap, Viktor got up and put on his underwear, then handed Hermione her knickers before reaching into one of his drawers and pulling out one of his under tanks. He handed it to her saying, "For you to vear to sleep."

Hermione smiled at him and put on her knickers and pulled his tank over her head. It reached her legs midthigh and hung low in the front barely covering her breasts, though that no longer mattered; Viktor had seen those and more now. Once they were dressed, they climbed into Viktor's bed, Hermione snuggling against his large, muscular frame while he Noxed the lights, dousing the room in darkness. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close as she did the same. They laid there in blissful silence, completely and utterly content.

They were both on the edge of sleep, Hermione more so than Viktor. As her eyes drifted shut, Viktor gently kissed her forehead and whispered, "Obicham te. I luff you, Her-my-oh-nee."

A soft sigh escaped Hermione's lips and she snuggled closer to him before whispering in return, "I love you, too."

Viktor smiled and kissed her forehead once more, holding her closer to him as he too settled to sleep. Wrapped in the arms of his beloved, his arms wrapped around her as well, he drifted off to sleep completely happy with the one he loved. And as they slept, those beautiful, frozen crystals fluttered from the sky outside his ship window, the only witness to their love the entire night.