Disclaimer: I own the 6 Harry Potter books, the first 4 I even have several copies of in hardback and softcover. I own a neat Herry Potter Poster from the Book 6 reservation, along with the odds and ends that came along with it, my favorite being the armband. BUT, I do NOT own Harry Potter. Thank you for your time and attention.
A/N: Sorry for all you underage readers (like that stops 90& of you) but from this point on, this story's rating has gone from a strong T to a definite M. Also, I loves the reviews so keep them up!
Warning: I had fun writing this, so beware :)
Hermione's face burned red and her breathing was heavy. She looked down at her feet and just wished the floor of the ball room would just open up and swallow her whole. She mentally kicked herself for letting things get a little out of control in a room full of wizards and witches from almost every nation on the planet. But still...she couldn't quite wipe she smile off her face, and was barely able to keep it from being too much of a smile. She finally looked up at Viktor as he kept his arm around her waist and led her off the dance floor. She noticed he didn't seem bothered by it at all, which made her feel a bit more at ease.
"Vould you like a drink?" he asked her, a twinkle in his eyes.
Still smiling, Hermione nodded. "I could definitely use a drink after that."
Viktor laughed lightly as they made their way to the refreshments. After they both had a glass of some sort of maroon liquid, Viktor was approached by Cornelius Fudge himself.
"Ah, Viktor," he said warmly, while shaking his free hand. "So good to see you. It's been what, 3 years."
"Yes, it's been quite a vhile."
"I was wondering if I would be able to talk to you at all this evening. Your lovely date seems to have you tied up."
Hermione almost snorted in her drink at that comment...almost. She looked up at Viktor with a mischevious look on her face before clearing it quickly with a light smile directed at the former Minister of Magic.
Hermione heard Viktor's light laugh again as his free hand slid around her waist again, protectively. "It seems to me she has the attention of most of the people here," Viktor said. At this, Hermione blushed and unconsciously moved closer to him, and he tightened his arm around her.
"Would it be too much to ask you and, I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch your name..."
"Hermione Granger," she said, allowing him to take her hand and kiss it lightly.
"Ah, Ms. Granger. I remember you, although you've changed a lot in 3 years. If I'm not mistaken weren't you two a couple back then as well?"
Hermione was struggling for words, but couldn't find any to describe what her and Viktor was back then.
"Hermione was a close friend vhen I was in a foreign country," Viktor explained. "Ve have kept touch over the years."
"Ah yes. It's nice to know there's some normalcy after...everything," Fudge finally said. "Actually, that's one of the reasons I wanted to speak with you. It seems our new Minister," Fudge started, a little aggrivation coming out when he said Minister, "is trying to gather 'forces' from other nations that might not see the threat as immediate. He was hoping we would build up enough strength at the homefront, so, uh, well-"
"To scare him off?" Hermione said with a laugh. "Unlikely, and I think we both know that."
Fudge gave her a tired smile. "I know, but we have to try everything we can. If it comes down to war, we'll fight. But we need support. We can't do it alone. I think that much is obvious."
"I think you should tell that to Harry," Hermione said, a flash of anger in her voice. "He's been alone for 7 years now, not to mention the 11 years he spent without his parents or knowing nothing about who they were. Or did you forget?"
Fudge stammered, trying to come up with something against her verbal assault. "We couldn't fight something we didn't know was there."
"Oh please. He told you You Know Who was back and it took him breaking into the Ministry itself almost a year later for you to beleive him, all the while your Ministry belittling him!"
"I had to make sure there wasn't a panic!"
"And it got you sacked, didn't it!" she bit back, a little louder than she had meant. The heads of many people turned, their conversations forgotten. She sighed and looked at the tired old man in front of her. "I'm sorry," she began. "I'm just a little worked up. I've been beside him for the last 7 years and he's not taking them too well. Dumbledore's death has made him...different."
"And, as I recall, the Minister has tried to aid Mr. Potter."
"And as I remembered it, your Minister was trying to use The Chosen One as a poster boy for something he didn't beleive in."
Fudge gave her a small smile. "Yes, we have made a lot of mistakes in the past, but all we're trying to do now is prevent mistakes in the future. And for that, we need help. That's why I'm hoping someone with Mr. Krum's popularity could help out a bit."
Viktor, having stayed silent throughout the conversation finally looked up from Hermione's slightly flushed face and into Fudge's.
"And vhat vould your minister do vith my popularity? I don't like being used."
"Well he would first like to talk to you in person," Fudge said, rubbing his hands nervously.
"Then tell him I vill make an appointment with him, but I vill promise to nothing."
"Fine, fine. I will gladly let him know. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to be getting, ah yes, there he is. Good evening to you Mr. Krum. And you Ms. Granger," he ended with a slight bow before walking into the crowd.
"Sorry," Hermione said.
"For vhat? I feel you vere justified in everything you said."
Hermione flashed him a smile. "Thank you."
"You're alvays velcome."
Hermione kicked off her shoes and flexed her toes in the soft carpet in front of Viktor's fireplace. Viktor likewise removed his shoes and took his jacket off, draping it across the nearest chair. Hermione took the chance to reach over her head and stretch out her arms, standing on her toes. She closed her eyes and let the tension drain down from her fingers and out through her toes. She sighed in relaxation before she felt a hand on her cheek. She opened her eyes to see Viktor standing very close to her. The back of his hand was still on her cheek, making a warm tingling sensation spread through her body.
"You looked so beautiful tonight," he whispered.
"Thank you," she whispered back, taking the final step between their bodies. She stood back up on her toes as she brought his head down to hers and kissed him.
Viktor wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her full flush to him. His heart beat quickened as he felt her fingers playing with the hair on the back of his neck. A small groan escaped his lips when she parted her mouth and her tongue licked his lips. Never breaking his kiss, his hands gripped her waist and picked her up just enough off the floor to carry her slight form over to the couch. He slowly laid her down, taking the clip out of her hair before her head reached the cushion.
Viktor finally broke the kiss and looked down at Hermione, her hair laid out like a halo around her beautifully flushed face. "Vhat's someone as beautiful as you doing vith someone like me?" he whispered.
"Because you saw me first," she said, pulling his face down to kiss her again. Viktor gladly pressed his lips back onto her as he lowered his body slowly on top of hers. She shifted on the couch, allowing his body to mold into hers. A low moan escaped Hermione's mouth as she felt his hand glide up the side of her waist and up into her hair. Viktor was shocked when he felt her hips move ever so slightly into his, causing a moan of his own to break through the kiss.
Hermione made a small indescribeable noise as Viktor's mouth left hers. It turned into a full fledged moan as his lips made their way down the side of her neck, pausing to bite lightly right above her shoulder. She could feel his hand moving, his thumb making lazy circles on her stomach, and it was driving her crazy. She could feel every movement his body made and it felt like everytime he touched her it sent fire through her body. Her hands roamed from around his neck to unbuttoning his shirt slowly. He moved up slightly so she could tug it out of his pants and unbutton it the rest of the way as his kisses trailed back up to her mouth. Hermione ran her hands up his chest and over his shoulders, taking the now unbuttoned shirt with her. She felt movement above her before hearing his shirt land somewhere on the other side of the room. She smiled into his kiss as her hands roamed across his chest, loving the way his muscles flexed with every move he made.
Feeling very confident in herself, Hermione lightly ran her nails from his lower back all the way up to his hairline on his neck. She felt a shiver go straight up his body and back down, and felt rather pleased with herself.
"I'll get you back for that," he whispered in her ear before nipping lightly at her ear.
"Promise?" she leaned up to his ear and whispered back.
Viktor smiled down at her, his hand leaving her stomach and slowly snaking its way underneath her and tugging on the clasps on the back of her dress. As his lips made a trail down her shoulder and back to her neck, he slowly undid every single clasp one handed. As he finished with the last one, his hand pushed the fabric away from the top half of her body.
Hermione gasped as the cool air hit her exposed chest. She felt Viktor smile against her skin. As he moved down lower, one hand very briefly caressed her breast. Hermione's breath hitched in her throat and the hand she had in his hair tightened. He did it again, this time with more pressure. As his mouth found its way down he could feel Hermione's heart beating fast and faster. He paused only a moment to look at the look of pure bliss on her face before he took her nipple in his mouth.
It felt like an electric shock went through her body. Hermione's back arched into him, demanding more contact as she felt him doing things to her she had never experienced. Her eyes slowly closed as she allowed him to completely ravish one breast and then move on to the other. All she could do was hold on and she did, one hand holding his hair, the other making scratches on his back as she bit her lip to keep herself from moaning outloud. When she finally felt him pull away she opened her eyes, her bottom lip still in her teeth. She saw his face flushed and the passion in his eyes before the hand she still had in his hair pulled him down to kiss her again.
Viktor moved his hand to her chest, wanting to touch every inch of her. Her kiss was so incredible it had him feeling light headed and his body quivering at the thought of having her. He felt her hand digging into his back, pulling him closer to her and he loved it. As he moved his hand over her nipple he felt her entire body arch up into his, and a moan escape her mouth. That was all it took to send him overboard. He pulled himself off of her and quickly reached down to pick her up. Her arms wrapped around his neck and her legs wrapped themselves around his waist as he endured her kisses on his neck while taking her down the hall and into his room.
Hermione felt herself being laid back onto his bed and sinking into the softness before she felt his mouth on hers again. Her arms wrapped around his neck and pulled him down as far as he could go on top of her.
Viktor pulled his mouth away from hers and stared into her eyes. He reached up and brushed a stray curl out of her eyes and smiled at her. The way she was looking at him made his heart want to explode.
Normally a patient person, Hermione was beginning to get impatient. Her body was screaming for his touches and it felt like he was slowly torturing her. She just looked up at him. "Please," she whispered, her hips moving against his softly.
Viktor's eyes closed as a low groan escaped his lips. He quickly stood up, bringing her with him. He hooked his fingers in the sides of her dress and slowly dragged it down to the floor. Taking his time moving back up her body, he was pleased to see her shiver at his touch. His hands ran up her legs, over her thighs, across her waist, gently over her chest and settled on her face. His mouth crushed onto hers, this time taking her into heaven with him. He had his hand in her hair, pulling it back so he could have full access to her lips. He felt Hermione's light hands go to his belt and let her unbuckle it before she unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. Letting them fall to the floor, he stepped out of them as Hermione all but yanked him back into the bed with her.
They tumbled onto it, this time Hermione finding herself on top of him. She gently pressed her hips against his, feeling how ready he was for her. She moved again, enjoying his fast breathing and low groan every time she did it. As she added more pressure, she felt his hands roam back onto her chest. As his fingers went to her nipples, she arched into him, wanting nothing than to rid the remaining clothing between them.
Hermione leaned down and whispered into his ear, "You are wearing entirely too much."
"Mmm, I could say that same to you," he said back before they both moved to take off the remaining offending articles.
Hermione now lay herself back onto the bed as Viktor slowly made his way up her body. Her breathing was starting to become erratic as his hand reached down and stroked her. A low moan escaped her lips as he settled himself over her, one hand still rubbing against her. She gasped and her eyes flew open as she felt him slide a finger inside her. She looked up and saw his face over hers, a smile gracing his lips. She pulled him down for a kiss as he continued to move his finger inside of her. A louder moan escaped her as he finally took his hand away. His face came down and nuzzled her neck. She heard him mutter something in Bulgarian before moving back up.
Viktor looked down into her eyes before placing himself at her entrance. He raised his eyebrows in question and she nodded back at him, biting her bottom lip. He slid himself inside of her, stopping halfway to let her adjust to him. He heard her ragged moan and looked down. He was pleased to see her enjoying herself. He leaned down to her ear. "I'm sorry," he murmured before pressing his mouth against hers and thrusting the rest of the way in.
Her soft cry was muffled in his kiss and she felt him stop. Her eyes watered as the slight pain radiated out into the rest of her body. She had actually forgotten about that part in all the haze. After a few moments, the pain dulled down and the only thing she could feel was him. And he felt too good inside of her, so she moved her hips against him, desperate to release the tension building up in her body.
Viktor took that as his sign to continue and pulled almost all the way out, thrusting right back in. He heard her moan into his neck and he got a shiver all the way down to his toes. As much as he wanted her, it was going to be hard to control himself. He moved out again, groaning as he slid back in. He felt Hermione's hands gripping his sides, trying to get him to go faster. He did as she wished and began a faster pace, slowly gaining speed.
Her small cries and moans were starting to take their toll on him. He groaned as one of her hands grabbed him by the neck and forced his mouth over hers. He moved his hand down and began carassing her nipple as he thrust into her over and over again.
Hermione felt the fire in her body getting hotter and hotter. Every move he made drove her crazy and she never wanted him to stop. The only thought on her mind was getting him closer and closer, which her hands were trying desperately to do. She felt him drive into her over and over again, his groans vibrating through his body and into hers. Hermione's eyes flew open as the fire built up inside her finally exploded. She felt her entire body tighten as wave after wave of pleasure rocked over her. "Viktor," she moaned as she began to come down.
That was all it took to drive him over the edge. He felt himself clench and release, her calling out his name making it all the more better.
Exhausted, his body lay on top of hers. He smiled against her still heated skin as her hands ran through his sweat soaked hair. He looked up at her, the happiness he felt washing over his features. He closed his eyes and laid his head back down, sleep threatening him.
Hermione yawned, her arms moving over her head to stretch. She had never felt more relaxed in her life, and she loved it. She was too happy for words to finally find someone to call her own and she never wanted to let him go.
Well, it might not be the best, but at least I tried, lol. Comments? Suggestions?
And what is going to happen if Harry and Ron find out Hermione has been 'playing around' while they're trying to bring down the Darkest Wizard of all time? Stay tuned in for next time!