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A/N: mrs. skywalker: Actually, I hadn't thought of that song. I was refering to the way the characters seem to just 'shoot off' and go do something stupid/drastic. But thanks for letting me know the lyrics, LOL.

OMG IT'S A POOL SCENE!

Hermione looked up as the owl tapped on the kitchen door. She stood up with her coffee and opened it, letting the tired Pigwidgeon fly into the house long enough to land with a flop on the table. "You poor thing!" she said as she gave him one of her waffles to eat as she took the letter from him. It was from Ginny.

Hermione,

I miss you so much. You were the only girl I could
talk to around here. No one else even seems to pay
attention to me. Harry and Ron are still being gits to
everyone around them. I think it might be a good
little while before they get the wand out of their
arses and apologize for being bloody idiots to
you. I hope you're doing ok. Mum never told me
where you are, so I just hope you're safe.

Love,
Ginny

Hermione folded the letter closed and held it to her chest. She had been at Viktor's for 2 weeks and things were fine. Well, they were better than fine she had to admit to herself. Viktor was spoiling her rotten and she was loving every minute of it. They had been spending every day together doing anything she wanted. Mostly that meant long hours in his library, but he seemed content with it. But he had taken her shopping for a bathing suit the day before since she didn't have one and she was dying to test out his pool, then the jacuzzi next to it. She smiled when she remembered him trying to pay for it and not letting him. The sales clerk nearly had a panic attack about whose money to take. He was even more upset after she paid and then still wouldn't let him see it.

Viktor walked into his kitchen wearing only his black pajama pants and padded over to make himself a cup of coffee. That's when he turned and saw a small owl devouring the rest of Hermione's breakfast and a letter in her hand that was pressed to her chest, her eyes closed. He felt his own chest tighten in fear that she was going to leave soon. He hadn't spent enough time with her yet for her to leave. Well, he had to admit to himself, a lifetime would still not be enough time for him. "Anything of note in the post this morning?" he asked, startling her out of her reverie.

"Oh, just a letter from Ginny. She was updating me on how much of a git Harry and Ron are being," she said with a smile. "Same as always. They can hold a grudge forever if someone doesn't talk them out of it." That's when her eyes came into focus and saw a nearly naked Viktor standing only a few feet from her. She took in the definition of his muscle and let out a sigh that she hoped didn't sound too much like the groan it had orignially been. He was drop dead gorgeous and she would just love to have him all to herself. But, that nagging feeling always came back when her mind wandered to other possibilities. He is just your friend.

"They vill figure it out for themselves if someone doesn't knock it into them first," he reassured her as he took his seat at the table, propping his feet up on the chair next to him.

"Too bad I can't be the one to knock it into them," she said with a laugh as she watched his chest move up and down with every breath he took. She hadn't realized she was staring until he mentioned it.

"Are you all right?" he asked, a concerned look on his face.

"Oh, I'm fine. Just letting my mind wander." Hermione looked down at the poor owl still laying on the table after eating her entire waffle. "I guess I should write back so she doesn't think I've died." Hermione got up and fetched some parchment and a quill from her room and bounded back into the kitchen to write her reply.

After Hermione sent poor Pigwidgeon back to the Burrow, she turned around and looked at Viktor. "You think it's too early to go swimming?" she asked.

"It's never too early for swimming," he replied with a grin.

Hermione dipped her toe into the pool, testing the water's temperature. Surprisingly, she had beaten Viktor out to the pool and wanted to be in the water before he came out and saw her. As she heard him approaching behind her, she cursed silently under her breath. So much for small miracles.

She turned around to see a very sexy Viktor walk out onto the patio in nothing but a pair of black swimming trunks. Hermione felt her head getting lighter and her heart racing. She watched as he walked into the sunlight, shielding his eyes at first with his hand so he wasn't blinded. The muscles in his chest flexed along with the ones on his arm as he raised it, and then lowered it. She was transfixed, and knew if she didn't turn away soon, she would be guilty of drooling.

Viktor walked over to Hermione, letting his eyes adjust to the sunlight. She was wearing a simple black bathing suit, but what surprised him most was that it was a two piece. And it fit her like a second skin. This time she didn't have anything covering her curves and she looked radiant. It was hard to take his eyes off her but he had to or he would have another hard problem to take care of.

"You look amazing," he said as he walked up to her. She put her arms up to cover her stomach and he grabbed them. "Don't think you ever need to hide anything from me," he said, his face dangerously close to hers. He put her arms down back at her sides. "See, that's not so bad, is it?"

Hermione's face was red. "I'm not a very...outgoing person," she said. "I have this self conscious thing that-"

"Vell stop it."

"Stop it?"

"Yes, I'm not someone you should be self conscious in front of, so don't be."

"Well, I...umm...well...I guess you're right," she said, finally coming to the conclusion if he said it was ok, then it must be.

"Thank you," he said before diving straight into the pool, splashing Hermione in the process. She watched him as he swam to the other side and stood up by the edge, the water dripping off his body shining in the sunlight. "Are you getting in?"

At that, she took her own dive into the pool and swam over to where he was. She was nowhere near as good a swimmer as he was, but she wasn't horrible either.

"I vas beginning to think you vould melt if you got vet."

Hermione bit back the answer she almost said. He was referring to getting in the pool, not...other activities. Viktor noticed the slight blush across her cheeks and immediately realized the implications of what he said. Before he could correct himself, he found a handful of water in his face. He shook it off and looked at a grinning Hermione now a few feet away from him.

"That vasn't fair," he said, closing in on the girl.

"Neither was your comment," she retorted.

"Vait now, I didn't mean it like-" Viktor found more water in his face this time, and heard her laughing and swimming away. "Oh no you don't." He swam after her, barely grabbing one of her arms and pulling her over to him. She tugged to free herself, and splashed more water at him. He let go of her long enough to splash her back.

"You dare splash a lady?" she asked.

"If it's you, yes."

"Hey now-" Another splash of water came at her and she backed off to do one of her own. This time when she splashed, Viktor had predicted it and dove under the water to avoid it, coming up a few feet away from it. And then he splashed her again. She laughed and splashed him back, hitting this time. The next time he sent a splash at her, however, she employed his tactic and dove under to miss it. But he still got her when she surfaced. "No fair!" she called.

"I think it's fair. You vould have done the same thing to me."

"So?" she asked, preparing to splash him again.

He dove and surfaced right in front of her. As the water dripped off his eyelashes, he realized just how close she was. There wasn't even an inch between their bodies, and only a few inches between their faces. She was looking up at him with those eyes. Those eyes that made him want to melt, that made him want her to claim as his own forever. What really made his heart race was the way she was looking at him. She looked like he felt. Could it be that she actually like him more than as a friend?

Hermione's heart raced in her chest, and her mouth went dry. She stared up into Viktor's face, wanting desperately to pull his face the rest of the way down to hers. She nervously bit her bottom lip, then let it go, not wanting to show him how nervous he was making her. Hermione could have sworn she heard a low growl in his throat before his lips came down onto hers. For a moment she was too shocked to do anything. The man she had wanted since she laid eyes on was kissing her.

Hermione brought her arms up out of the water slowly and wrapped them around his neck as she began to kiss him back. His lips were soft, warm, and inviting. Then she felt his tongue ever so slightly run along her bottom lip. She gasped and open her mouth, letting him slide it the rest of the way in. She shyly began to stroke his tongue with hers, building up more courage when she heard the moan in the back of his throat. Her fingers tangled in the back of his hair, drawing him down closer into her. She could do this forever.

Suddenly, his hands grabbed her on the back of her thighs and lifted her up. She instinctively wrapped her legs aound his waist, bringing them closer together. He slowly backed them up until she felt her back press up against the wall. A small moan espaced her mouth as he slightly bit her bottom lip. It sent a shock through her body, and chills down her spine. She knew that at this moment, she would do anything for this man, anything he asked of her.

There was a heat building up inside of her as their kiss grew more fiery, a growing need she knew a kiss wouldn't fulfill. She felt Viktor pull away and she let out a moan of protest until his lips were on her neck, kissing it over and over, leaving a hot trail down one side before starting on the other. As he softly bit the tender flesh between her shoulder and neck, Hermione reflexively moved her hips against him, feeling just how much he wanted her.

That's what shocked him out of his fantasy and into reality. He pushed away from her fast, her legs falling back down in the water. She looked at him with confusion written all over her face.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-argh!" Viktor hauled himself out of the water and walked back into the house, the dripping water leaving a trail behind him. "Dammit!" he yelled when he got into his room. He punched the door over and over again. He knew he had messed things up. He had crossed that line with Hermione and there would be no going back. He knew she would be mad at him, but he was more angry at himself. As he punched the door again, his knuckle hit the hinge and it felt like his hand exploded. Viktor let out a string of Bulgarian that would have made any normal person's ears melt if they knew what it meant.

Hermione just stared at the door he had gone into, hoping he would come back out and apologize for stopping. Apologize for robbing her of his touch. As the minutes passed, she realized it wasn't going to happen. She laid her head back on the wall and stared at the clouds, tears forming in her eyes. Maybe he didn't want her after all.

Poor wet Viktor...poor little Hermione. I'm so mean...