Chapter 5-
When the group saw Hermione leave with Victor, they were pretty sure she would not be seen until Monday morning. Although they were mildly curious, they knew they would not get much out of her on that respect. She was going to be 19 in September (thanks to time-turner use) and had her own rooms. She was an adult. Who and where she fucked someone was her own business. She had fervently made this fact quite clear one night in the common room, fed up with nosy questions. It amused and irritated Hermione to no end that the speculation of her private life was the fuel for so much gossip.
Hermione cast a disillusionment charm on herself and Victor as they approached the castle doors. Passing through them, Hermione noticed a white rabbit by the great hall entrance.
How funny! she thought for a second then moved on.
They jogged down the corridor to the heads' common room entrance. Unknown to them, the white rabbit was Dumbledore's animagus form patrolling the school. He decided to wait a bit before he hopped their way. She hurried them to the main door where she said "Phoenix" to the painting. She peeked her head in to ensure no one was in the common room, then went to her private doors and murmured "Bulgaria" that made Victor chuckle. In her private dorm, she asked,
"So, do you like it?" as she waved her arm towards the room.
"I love it, it's beautiful," Victor said huskily.
Realizing he wasn't talking about the room she stepped towards the bed.
"Yes my dear, it is big, just like you said," he said.
"Yeah, it's big alright," she said with a certain amount of lust.
Realizing she wasn't talking about the bed, he took her in his arms and absorbed her mouth into his.
God, I miss this. she thought.
His hands were roaming all over her body, doing everything she loved.
"These have got to go. I want to feel you, not the clothes," she said quietly.
With a flick of her wand, both their clothes slid off. She moved behind him, encircling him with her arms circling his nipples with the tips of her fingers, lightly rubbing her bare breasts on his back. He moaned slightly.
"Oh My-o-nee," he gasped.
"Lay down on the bed, love," she whispered.
"Your wish is my will," he replied.
He laid on his stomach. She straddled his buttocks massaging his back, leaning over every so often kissing the nape of his neck while running her fingertips down his sides. The feel of her hot, wet vaginal folds on his ass aroused them both.
"Turn over," she said.
She moved her way down and kissed the tip of his throbbing dick. Victor sucked in his breath in anticipation. Hermione chuckled at this. She loved doing this to him. She took the head of his dick in her mouth and slowly sucked it. Victor's back arch and his hips bucked up and he groaned. She licked him from the tip to the base like a Victor-flavored ice cream cone.
"Please," was all Victor said.
She took the whole of him into her mouth. She cupped his balls while working him over and over again. His head was back, he was gripping the bedcovers, and was groaning.
"I don't know how much more I can take, My-ow-nee. I need to be inside you, now," he pleaded.
"Come and take me then," she whispered. She laid on her back and touched her breasts.
"You are so beautiful." he said.
He laid over her, propped up on his elbows. She always seemed so small that he did not want to hurt her. He ran his hands through her hair then kissed the neck below her ears. This elicited a shiver from her and always aroused her. The two caressed each other with a loving familiarity; words were not needed, they knew what each other wanted from the other's moans, whispers and motions.
"Please now," she moaned.
He obliged, plunging deeply and slowly into her. She abandoned herself to the passionate bliss. Her hands roamed his muscular back, the grabbed his buttocks pulling him towards her, she bucking her hips to meet his thrusts.
"Harder…deeper…ohhhh…" she could no longer speak coherently. He moaned and grunted and mumbled incoherent words in her ear. She arched her back, closed her eyes, was moaning and dug her nails into his back. He hissed at the painful pleasure. He took her hands and gathered them above her head at her wrists.
"Look at me as you come My-owwwn-ee. I need to see the pleasure in your beautiful eyes," he said softly. He always knew what to say.
She smiled wantonly. Coming all the way out of her, he caught his breath and suddenly plunged back in as deep as he could. He swore he could feel the hair on the back of his neck rise. He did this repeatedly until Hermione let go. She screamed and moaned, looking him square in the eyes while succumbing to the power of the orgasm. The intensity of her gaze captured his heart even more. Ever the considerate lover, he waited for her to climax fully before he came with a roar.
He flopped onto his back, arms and legs splayed out. She sighed, cuddled to him, laying her head on his chest. She chuckled when he shivered. They laid quiet for several minutes.
"Goodness my sweet, that was heavenly, I missed you," he said softly, kissing the top of her head.
Now he chuckled, she was already asleep.
That's my My-o-nee. He closed his eyes ready to drift off too.
He awoke several hours later when the light to the loo flicked on. He heard the sound of water in the sink then the light was turned off. Hermione tip-toed back to the bed, not wanting to wake him. She saw him gazing at her and his erection pushing the sheet up. She stood at the foot of he bed with her hands on her hips. He was insatiable. So was she. She loved it.
"Can't get enough?" she asked pointing at the sheet.
"Of you? Never," he replied matter-of-factly.
She jumped onto him and was about to bring herself down onto him when he said, "No-No-No. I know what you want. "
She raised one eyebrow then climbed on the bed, getting on her hands and knees. This was her favorite position; it was so erotic. He grabbed hold of her hips and drove deep slowly at first. She moaned,
"OOHH, love. More."
Her folds were still tight from the last session and they wanted to savor the feeling. He could die happy right now. After several minutes of steady thrusting, she started to feel his urgent fucking and the difference in his moans.
"Yes, yes," he cried through moans.
She felt the need to drive her ass back to meet him, as if to take him deeper. She had never done that. Thrilled at this invitation, he pounded into her harder. She was groaning and whimpering with pleasure. This time they exploded with orgasm at the same time. She felt dizzy. She felt wonderful. She felt loved. They cuddled and fell asleep to the sound of each other's breathing.
Outside her chambers, Dumbledore had arrived at the door at the end of the second love-making session. He chuckled to himself as he thought,
Tut tut Miss Granger. A girl as smart as you forgetting to cast a silencing charm?
Hermione was awakened by the bright morning sun through the open curtains.
Rolling away, putting her pillow over her face, she mumbled something incoherent, then said,
"Merlin's shoelace, Vic, shut the damn curtain."
He knew she was not a morning person, and chortled at her morning grumpiness.
"Sorry, my sweet. It's just in my line of work, I don't see to many sunrises. I enjoy it when I can," Victor said. "Good night sleep?" he asked, pacing back and forth in front of the window .
"Yes, love, and sorry to snap at you. I hate mornings and I'm hungry. Not a good combination," she said sitting up. "After last night's exertions, you should be too. I'll summon Dobby."
"Wait. Not yet," he said.
He looked on her sleepy form, with the sheet about to fall off her shoulder, messy hair, and sleepy eyes. She was precious. He scratched his head and paced some more. She sensed he was unsure of something.
"Vic? Something wrong?" she asked quietly, yawning then stretching her arms.
There will be if you say no. Come on Krum, now or never. he thought while glancing at her.
He marched over to the bed and knelt beside it. She was looking around for something to put on.
"I love you, Hermione. You are the most beautiful, intelligent, loving woman I know."
"Well thank you and I love you too," she replied slipping an arm in a nightshirt.
"Can I ask you something?" he queried.
His eyes were wide and he swallowed hard.
Hermione stifled a laugh. "Vic, of course you can ask me something. Is something the matter? Whatever it is, it can't be that bad," she was amused now.
He leaned over the bed, and extended a hand that had a ring held between is thumb and first finger.
"Will you make the happiest man alive and marry me?" he asked hopefully.
For what seemed like the first time in her life, she was speechless.
Am I awake, or am I still dreaming??
"My-o-nee?" he asked, startling her, breaking the silence. A single tear rolled down her cheek.
"You make me the happiest woman alive by asking. Yes, I'll marry you," she replied. (author's note: eeek, fluff I know. Couldn't help myself)
He slipped the ring on her finger and she looked at it. It was just what she would pick out. It was a modest sized round-cut diamond, set into a platinum band.
"It's perfect," she said.
They settled into the bed to make love again. And then again. Sometime later they lay quiet, sweaty, panting and satisfied. This had been a weekend to remember. One she would remeber forever.
Victor broke the silence. "Hermione Krum, I like the sound of that."
"So do I." she said.
Then her stomach growled loudly. "I however, do not like the sound of that. You must be starving," he said.
Getting dressed, she said loudly "DOBBY". A second later he appeared.
She kneeled down to him and smiled. "Good morning Dobby. Could you bring breakfast for me and my guest? We are not eating in the great hall this morning."
Dobby smiled and said "Of course, anything for Miss Meeonee. I come back soon." he disappeared.
In the Great Hall
It was Sunday morning. A few professors and the headmaster were eating breakfast. Dumbledore was not surprised when he noticed Hermione's absence. He would have to speak to McGonagall later. At the Gryffindor table, they sat around chatting and eating waffles, eggs and fruit. They were all thinking the same thing, but no one wanted to say it. It was Ginny who spoke up.
"Suppose Mione is still in her room?" she wondered aloud.
"Do you see her here? Give it a rest sis, there's some mental images I can do without," Ron retorted.
"Guys, must we talk about it? We know where she's at, who she's with, and" Harry paused, "and a pretty good idea of what she's doing." Harry said pointedly.
"Ginny, feel free to grill her tomorrow at breakfast tomorrow. You know how fond she is of mornings, and it'll be a Monday to boot. Just wait until we have done eating. I don't want to be there when she throws a plate of eggs in your face," Harry laughed.
"Yeah, you know what happened last time. I about wet my pants. I never heard her swear in front of people before," Ron said.
Hermione's room
Victor watched Hermione attack her food. "Well, Mrs. Krum, you were indeed hungry. At least chew your food so you don't choke."
She pointed her fork at him. "It's your fault I'm so hungry. You better eat too, I have a busy day planned for us."
"Oh, what would that be?" he asked.
"It's a surprise," she replied.
"What will be going on at Hogwarts this week?" he asked.
"Oh, just some tests. Also, quidditch tryouts are Wednesday after classes. I'm going to surprise the hell out of them when I show up and start flying around. The team needs a beater and chasers. I'm too small to be a beater, as you have told me time and time again, so I'll try out for chaser. Ginny will like that. She's one," she grinned.
"You fly very well. I showed you after all! If you didn't, you know I would tell you. You're small, but fast and strong. You have a good chance of making your team. I'll even come to your first match if I can," he said.
"Thanks, love. Now finish up so we can get this day started. I want to enjoy every minute with you before you have to go back home," she said quietly looking at her ring.
(author's note: See? Told you it gets better!)