Monday after practice and a quick dinner, Viktor apparated to Hermione's home. The pull he felt toward her was irresistible. He cursed inwardly when he realized he again forgot flowers and then knocked. He heard her cat meow and she answered the door, looking disheveled and tired. Her tie was loose, robe halfway off one shoulder, and her hair was coming out of its bun.
"It's good to see you after the day I've had," she said and welcomed in him with a kiss on the cheek. "I'm making coffee."
He followed her to the kitchen and watched her prepare her coffee. With a sigh, she leaned against the counter while it brewed.
"Sit and tell me about your day, it might help."
"It'll sound silly to you."
"Not silly if it makes you feel bad."
She took a seat and shrugged her robe completely off. She flung off the tie and unbuttoned the top buttons of her shirt. He stood behind her, laid his hands on her shoulders, and started massaging. She sighed and relaxed. He cleared his throat when he looked down and got a good view of her cleavage, encased a satin, lacy peach-colored bra.
"You are very tense."
"Well, you would be if you had the day I've had. Some of my days cause me to wonder why I even went back to school."
To hear her talk so cynically was a bit alarming, but he continued the massage and let her vent her frustration.
"I had a row with Ginny, did horrible on a test, was hexed in defense class and…"
She stopped and ran her hands over her face.
"And what?"
She let her head fall back and looked up at him. "After all that went on today, Professor Byatt added to it by asking me out."
His hands stilled. "I see."
"I said no, of course. I don't know who was more mortified, me or him."
"You, from what I can see."
The percolator started whistling.
"You go to living room, I get coffee," he said.
He prepared their coffee, heard the thump of her shoes on the floor, and heard her call her cat. She smiled at his appearance and once more, did his heart skipped a beat? No, if a person's heart skipped, they'd die, but…
The only people that ever really smiled when he walked into a room were his parents or quidditch groupies. She wrapped her hands around the mug when he gave one to her.
"Thanks for coming over, were it not for you, I'd be telling my tale of woe to Crooks."
"I'm sorry you had disagreement with your friend, I know she means much to you. What hex were you struck with?"
She closed her eyes and let her head rest on the back of the sofa. "A stinging hex when a couple fourth years quarreled in class and I stepped in. After, the professor asked me out."
"I am glad you said no."
"What else could I say? I only want to see you."
The next thing she knew, Viktor's lips covered hers in gratitude for her declaration. All she could think to do was return the kiss. He moved from her lips to her neck and she let a breath of anticipation.
"Is this alright?" he murmured as she suckled on her neck.
"Just what the healer ordered," she replied.
One of his hands moved down her neck to the opening of her shirt. "Must touch you, have wanted it for so long," he whispered.
She took the band from her hair and let it cascade her shoulders, he pressed his cheek against the soft, full chestnut mane. When she ran her hands through his hair, he took her hands and gently kissed each one and started unbuttoning her shirt. He tried not to rush, but after the peek he got in the kitchen, he wanted to see and touch more. At the last button, he slowly opened the shirt and tentatively raised a hand, slowly running his fingertips along the top of her bra. When she shuddered, he looked at her face. She was biting on her lip and her eyes were darkened with desire. He drew her closer, kissing her different than did before. She sensed the difference in the kiss and responded; wanting, exploring, and bold. He was thrilled at her responsiveness.
She longs for my touch. I will clear her mind of the boys and old men she's around all day.
She kissed and nipped his neck when he pushed the bra down to reveal her heaving breasts. They were full and perfect and he couldn't help himself when he dipped his head to her breasts. He was rewarded with a gasp of pleasure and arched back, and he noticed that her skirt had ridden up as she scooted closer. While his mouth and one hand working her breasts, the other slowly worked up her thighs. When she flinched, he stopped and looked at her.
"That's where I was hexed, it's tender," she said.
He looked at her thigh and saw the red mark. He lowered his head and kissed the red mark. He also caught the scent of her arousal, eliciting his groan of arousal.
"I kiss and make better?" he asked.
"Oh yes," she said and pulled him closer to bring his lips to hers again. She worked on the buttons on his shirt, her nimble fingers making quick work of the buttons to reveal his muscled form. She pushed the shirt off, making sure her fingers caressed his chest and shoulders as the fabric left his body. He had a faint covering of soft hair on his chest that trailed down his abdomen to the waistband of his pants. Pointing the way, she thought.
"What are you smiling at?" he asked.
"I'll tell you later."
She felt his hand against her panties and moaning into another kiss when he pressed harder.
"More?" he asked and she nodded.
He pushed the fabric aside and massaged her wet, aroused folds.
Her hips bucked and her nails dug into his chest. He slid a finger in and she dropped her head to his shoulder. He gently urged her to lay back and went to work with his hand. Honestly, it wouldn't be that much work because she was so responsive. With one hand working down below and his mouth at her breasts, he decided to test the waters, so to speak.
"Do you like what I do to you?" he asked.
"Don't stop," she whispered and he felt her tugging at the buttons on his trousers, then her hand slipped further down. He groaned again when her soft hand grasped his cock. She stroked and he massaged her quim until they were both moaning and calling out their climaxes. When the haze of pleasure had cleared, he thought her the loveliest woman he had ever seen. Half-dressed, resting back on her elbows, chest heaving, eyes heavy lidded-she was simply ravishing.
"Will you stay tonight?" she asked.
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The next morning, Viktor woke to the sun peeking through the drapes, the sound of the shower, and Hermione softly singing as showered.He did stay the night, with no sex, but was happy to hold her until she fell asleep. She was troubled before their romantic episode on the sofa, and sleep came easy to her after. Crookshanks trotted into the room, hopped on the bed and butted his head against his arm with a meow. He knew cats well; his mother had six of them after all.
"You must be hungry," he said.
Another meow was the answer. Good human. He carried the cat from the room.
Hermione finished in the shower, wrapped a towel around her body and returned to the bedroom. She heard Viktor talking to Crookshanks and chuckled. He likes my cat! She took a school uniform from a hangar and tossed it on a nearby chair. She looked through her drawers to choose knickers and heard footsteps stop at the door. Knickers in hand, she turned to face him to ask if he was showering there. The look in his eyes stopped the words in her throat.
"Is something wrong?" she asked.
He quickly crossed the room, took her face in his hands and devoured her lips. The towel fell, but she didn't care. What a way to start the day!
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At Hogwarts, Hermione paid no attention to the curious, amused glances of those around her as she uncharacteristically ate ravenously. Although they had a row, Ginny was no longer angry at Hermione, but rather more amused at her friend's behavior.
"Hermione, when was the last time you ate?" Dean asked.
"What happened to your neck?" Pavarti asked, knowing good and well how the bruises got there, but Hermione was fun to tease.
"What bruises?" Hermione asked.
She gave Hermione a small mirror from her clutch. Hermione looked at her neck. Love bites, from last night and this morning. She gave the mirror back without a word and continued her breakfast.
In Transfiguration during McGonagall's lecture, her mind wandered back to the morning. After her towel dropped, Viktor kissed her hungrily and she returned his attentions just as eagerly when he carried her to the bed.
"I am not much for romantic words," he said while caressing her breasts, "but I want very badly to make love to you. Will you have me?"
His simple but heartfelt words were romantic enough for her. She nodded wordlessly.
"I will be good lover to you," he said and settled between her legs. She let them fall open and hooked her feet over his thighs. She didn't mind the lack of foreplay as his thick cock worked her to heights Brent missed. Their hips rocked in unison as they gasped and moaned with each thrust, reaching for that pinnacle of bliss. He moved his arms around her back then on top of her shoulders, pulling her into his thrusts. He called out something in Bulgarian and moaned loudly, pumping harder and faster as his climax overtook him, she seconds later, arching into him, nails digging into his back…
She shuddered from the fantastic memory and felt something poke her arm. She looked and saw Ginny doing the poking and nodding toward the front.
"Miss Granger? Are you quite alright? Did you hear me?" McGonagall asked. Was she having another episode?
"What?" she asked.
"You're flushed, are you ill?"
"No professor."
"Will you be able to continue with class?"
"Yes professor. My mind wandered, I apologize."
"Well, call it back; this is an important test review."
At the end of the class day, Hermione spoke with Minerva and explained the situation with Professor Byatt.
"I'm glad you came to me with this. The professor spoke with me last night and told me what happened, and he is sorry if he made you uncomfortable in any way. We agreed that it was in your best interest to assist another class, so Professor Flitwick happily agreed to take you on. You'll get apprentice credit for it," Minerva said.
Hermione was thrilled. Apprentice credit! What Minerva didn't mention was that she was planning to approach Hermione about the switch anyway after the holidays. Since The Mage Guild was now interested in Hermione, apprenticing in Charms would look better than Defense Against the Dark Arts credits.
"I also want to make sure that you're alright, in here," Minerva said, tapping her head. "Did you have another… episode during my class?"
"I'm just going to be honest with you, I was daydreaming about some very good sex this morning," Hermione said then mentally slapped herself.
Did I just say that? To the Headmistress?
Minerva cleared her throat, putting forth a magnificent effort to keep a straight face. At least she feels she can be honest with me!
"Um… well… I see. I was nineteen once, so I do understand, but please try and focus. Your future depends on it."
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