Thank you all for reviewing my first chapter; your comments have been highly appreciated and helpful. Please keep reviewing. I hope this next installment is accepted with as much kindness. I just need to get thier story out so here is the next bit……..

It was the sun streaming in the strange mesh window and across her face that woke her up. She smiled as she felt the beams warmth compete with the heat of the body pressed so fiercely but naturally against her own. Closing her eyes again she hoped that this moment would last for eternity, so she focused on sketching every detail into her memory. Her back was pressed to his chest, his right arm was under her pillow clasping her right hand, and the other wrapped protectively around her bare waist, keeping her tight against him, her arm lay on top, keeping him tight against her. She turned her head slightly to let the steady breath tickle her neck even more.

She grinned as she thought how they must look. Lost in each other's arms, holding on so tight. You're my security, She thought to herself as she grasped his hand under her own, I must love you so much. She giggled to herself because at the conclusion, startled and giddy by the severity of the statement.

He stirred as she moved; she stopped giggling immediately, afraid that he would awake and pull away. But he just sighed as he pulled her tighter to him mumbling something in Bulgarian before kissing her softly on the nape of her neck. "Vhy can not ve stay like this forever?" He whispered in her ear.

She turned her face to look into his rich eyes. "Why not?" She turned the rest of her body to him kissing him softly on the lips before curling up against him, pulled in safe and warm, chest against chest, his chin resting on her head. His arms encircled her, as she listened to the beating of his heart. They stayed like that until the sun had crawled all the way across the bed, content to just be with each other.

"What time is the press meet?" Hermione asked, knowing that the day did have to go on, no matter how much they didn't want it to.

He sighed letting Hermione smile as his chest cavity swelled up. "Ten-thirty." He reluctantly said.

"What time do you think it is now?"

"Vell past time to be getting ready." He kissed her softly on the head through the thick mess of hair. "Must be getting up." He said as he reluctantly pushed his way into a sitting position.

"Drated morning." Hermione said as she sat up and leaning against the headboard, pulling the blanket around her breasts and stretching out her toes at the same time. "Had to just force its way into such a perfect night."

"Completely Perfect." Viktor said as he leaned over and planted another kiss on her lips. She kissed back letting the blankets fall and leaning into him, her fingers traced along his bare back and wrapped around his shoulders. He pulled back momentarily to look at her, she sat unashamed as his eyes swept across her exposed body, feeling her body prickle at the look in his eyes, how intense they were under his thick brows. He took his large hands and cupped her face in them, a look of wonder and awe in his face. "Beautiful." Was all he could whisper through his trembling lips, "Beautiful."

She smiled as she reached up and placed a hand against his cheekbone, "Beautiful." She repeated back to him. They kissed again, pulling each other down into the sheets, diving deeper and deeper into their own little world, lost in the sea of each other.

They where both pulled sharply back to reality by the rapping on the door. Some one was urgently trying to get their attention. They fell apart, both panting as the sheets where thrown off. "Coming!" Viktor hollered as he started to search to floor for clothing.

"I'll get it." Hermione said realizing Viktor was not in the condition to be answering the door. She reached down and haphazardly threw on the first shirt she could find. It was Viktor's from the game the day before. She had barley time to marvel at how perfectly happy she was to be snug inside one of his shirts before she had come through the kitchen and front room and thrown the canvas door open."Yes?" she called rattled before throwing the door open all the way.

But it was who stood in the entryway that more thoroughly rattled her. There stood Ronald Weasley opened mouthed and shocked at Hermione's presence, he did a quick up and down glance of Hermione before turning bright red and looking away. Suddenly the shirt didn't feel so snug and safe to Hermione, she felt exposed and utterly confused as she hid herself behind the door. "Yes?" she heard a shrill voice she knew to be hers ask once more, as her mind yelled at her for opening the door.

Ron looked completely crushed, his face no longer red but a deathly pale as several varying emotions played across it, she had never seen him like this before. It was like all the air had been let out of him; he stood there deflated as he tried to come up with an answer. "You….." he begin weakly before his voice gave way, " Didn't come….back to the tents…last night." He stuttered making furtive glances at her as he tried to find the words. "Mum was really worried." He got really quite now as he tried to continue, "But Ginny suggested you where….." he gulped and looked down at his sneakers. "I mean to say that you and Viktor where going to…." He stopped and looked up into Hermione eyes. "She said you would be here." Hermione watched as his adamsapple pulled down and up with a gulp, "And safe. That is what Ginny said."

The pain and humiliation she saw in his eyes was almost unbearable. She looked down at herself, almost ashamed. Why am I feeling this way, she thought to herself, How could I go from being so happy to miserable in such a short span of time? She gulped and looked up, forcing her usual strength coming back to her face and voice. "She was right." She said strongly, stepping out from behind the door, showing she had nothing to hide. "I am perfectly safe." Then to this she added, "And perfectly happy."

Ron stared at her, his pale face starting to glow again in anger, "Fine!" he shouted, "I don't care if you are happy! Mum only wanted me to come and see if you wanted you're clothes for the day brought here." He towered over her in a rage, his hands firmly clasped in fists; knuckles white, fingernails digging in skin.

Hermione wasn't moved by his anger but retaliated in her own annoyingly calm anger, "Oh yes. That would be great." Hermione said exaggeratedly, than she commented calculatingly to cut him to the core, "Mine seem to have been removed."

She had been expecting him to blow up in one of his characteristically angry tirades, but instead of anger, she only saw more hurt and embarrassment flash across his face. He stumbled to find words, as he stood there open mouthed and defeated.

"Ron?" Hermione asked eyes wide with worry, stretching forward one hand. He dodged it and took a step back still sputtering. "Ron?" she asked again letting her arm drop to her side. "Ronald Weasley, god damn it!" she screamed furiously, "Say something!" she demanded stomping her foot. They stood there for what felt like to Hermione an eternity, staring down at each other.

"Why him?" he managed to finally say.

"He was always there." Hermione managed to answer taken aback by the question.

"So was I." Ron said his eyes fixed to the spot, staring a hole in the ground.

"But he made a move." Hermione found herself saying, completely honest. "He made a move Ron." She reached forward again, this time grasping his chin and forcing him to look her in the eye. "That's why." She let go and stepped back behind the door, signaling the end of the conversation.

"Who is at the door Hermininny?" she heard Viktor call behind her as he finally made his way to the door.

"Maybe I wasn't allowed to Hermione." Ron said in a harsh whisper with a look of defiance in his eyes as Viktor pulled up along side Hermione. She noticed Viktor had thrown on a pair of red boxer shorts with an open robe as he hugged her next to the door.

"Just Ron." Hermione said ignoring Ron's cutting words as she hugged Viktor back fiercely, more to show Ron she had made her decision than anything else, "Mrs. Weasley was worried about me just like I said she would, so she sent out the search party." She smilingly explained to the Bulgarian.

"Ah, that is to be expected." Vitkor said in his thick accent.

"Um Ron." Hermione said turning back to him, "Just have Ginny sent with my things."

Ron nodded sharply as he turned and started his way back across the maze of tents. He made his decision right then and there. He would make his move, even if it would destroy his current relationship with Her, he would make his move.

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