That day at practice, Viktor felt like a new man and was a one-man quidditch team on the pitch. After practice, the locker room talk was food, women and the coming weekend match. Devon Highwater, the seeker, teased him.
"You trying to take my spot?" he asked and threw a towel at him.
"No, just feel good today," Viktor said.
"Finally catch your snitch this weekend?" he asked. Before coming to England, Viktor had never heard so many euphemisms for sex.
"More like winning quidditch cup," Viktor said.
He shuddered at the memory of Hermione arching into him as her climax overtook her, the feel her nails on his back, her cries of pleasure and sigh of satisfaction… it was almost too much.
"Mate, what happened to your back?" another teammates asked. "You get attacked?"
December 20th, Last day before hols
"So, what are everyone's holiday plans?" Parvarti asked at lunch. "Padma's coming from America with that husband of hers."
"Husband of hers? Why do you say it like that?" Hermione asked.
"That's what mother says, I like him just fine. He's smart like she is, successful, and crazy about her. Mother just wished she would have paired off with someone of our heritage. Which reminds me, what do your parents think of Viktor?"
"They like him so much that he's staying with us during the holidays," Hermione said. "I'm going to meet his parents too."
"When?" Ginny asked.
"We're leaving for Bulgaria day after tomorrow."
"You're still coming to see us, aren't you?" Ginny asked.
"Of course, I wouldn't miss your mum's special Christmas apple crumble," Hermione said and looked at her watch. She had to cut the lunchtime chat short, she had three droughts simmering in the potions lab.
"You'll be here for the Yule Ball tonight, won't you?" Parvarti asked.
Hermione smiled and answered. "Yes, I found a fantastic gown, and you really should see my date," she said with a wink and left the hall.
"Hey, my date is Harry Potter!" Ginny called out in mock haughtiness.
#
Hermione was in her bedroom, still in her dressing gown, putting the finishing touches on her hair. Harry's voice called from the living room.
"Hermione, you back there?"
"Yes, almost ready," she called out.
A snort and "Your date is here too" was his reply.
"Really, I'm almost ready, you know how long my hair takes!" she called out.
"I'll see you at the ball, Ginny's waiting on me."
"Okay, later!"
Soft knocks and the bedroom door opening preceded Victor's head peeking in the room.
"I wanted to make a dramatic appearance," she said and stuck out her bottom lip, play- pouting. He stepped into the room, and Crookshanks darted inside as well. Her jaw dropped. He looked so handsome in his dinner suit and blue satin and fur-lined formal cloak. A platinum pendant with a golden "K" complimented the ensemble.
"Pretty one, you would do that wearing a burlap bag," he said and looked at her gown hanging by the wardrobe. "You like? I wanted to match your dress."
#
When Hermione and Viktor made their appearance, the Great Hall fell quiet. Parvarti quietly choked on her drink. Ginny may have had the most popular date that night, but Hermione and Viktor were the best looking couple in attendance. She removed her cloak and gave it to Viktor, who carefully hung it over his left arm and held out his other arm for her. They made their way to Harry and Ginny.
"Can you imagine how she'll look on her wedding day?" Ginny whispered to Harry as the attractive couple made their way over.
Her blue satin gown, with wide shoulder straps, corseted top and flowing skirt with glittering, matching 3-inch heels gave Hermione a classy, elegant air. She didn't look like a Hogwarts student, that much was sure.
"Hermione, all I can say is wow," Ginny said.
"What, this old thing?" Hermione said with a grin. "Look at you! That green gown is beautiful, it matches Harry's eyes. Look Viktor, doesn't Ginny look gorgeous?"
"Yes, very pretty," he replied.
However, he only had eyes for Hermione and was sure she was the most beautiful witch in the hall that evening. Ginny excused herself from the group to give a brief speech and danced the first dance with the head boy to formally open the ball. The feast was served, and then everyone was free to socialize and dance. The first though fourth years had a ten p.m. curfew, and a few of the younger wizards asked Hermione to dance. She sportingly agreed, glad that she knew healing charms for her feet afterwards. A romantic waltz started and Viktor swept her into his arms.
"Pretty one, you are a vision tonight," he said as they glided around the floor. This was a younger crowd that wasn't much for waltzing, so there were only a few couples on the floor.
"You don't look too bad yourself, Mr. Krum," she said with a wink.
When the dance was over, he kissed her hand and drew her close, whispering in her ear, "As beautiful as you look in that gown, it's nothing compared to what's under it."
She blushed, closed her eyes and bit her lip. If he kept that up, they'd have to find a broom cupboard. They had shagged everywhere humanly possible the three months they had been together, so why not add a Hogwarts broom cupboard to the list?
What in the world did he say to her? Parvarti wondered, observing the couple. Hermione looked as if she might melt on the spot.
#
As the ball was nearing midnight, another waltz started. Viktor approached Minerva, bowed and asked, "Madame, might you honor me with a dance?"
Minerva put her hand to her chest in surprise. "My goodness, you flatter an old witch."
Viktor winked. "Nonsense, I only see the honored matron of a distinguished school. Please," he said, offering his arm.
Minerva curtsied and took his arm. The students clapped and hooted as Viktor led her to the floor. Harry did the same, bowing and asked Hermione to dance. Ginny watched them glide around the floor, making a note of getting together with Hermione for dancing lessons. The two heroes chatted and laughed as they danced.
When the waltz was over, Harry returned Hermione to Viktor. The band announced the final dance of the evening. The floor filled with couples dancing close, enjoying the romantic time with their sweethearts. As the song entered its final notes, mistletoe appeared at various spots around the hall.
"Miss Granger, it seems a kiss is in order," Viktor said when a twig appeared above their head.
As Hermione made her goodbyes to her friends for the holidays, Viktor gave autographs and watched her make the rounds of the hall. Mama is going to adore her! He retrieved her cloak and waited for her by the doors of the hall with a line of wizards looking to escort witches to their common rooms. Hermione and Ginny finally broke away from a crowd and made their way to their wizards.
"Good night, you two, and have a happy holiday," Hermione said with a wink.
"You have my holiday wishes as well," Viktor said, making sure Hermione's cloak was securely draped around her. "Come, love, the rest of the night is ours."
How Ginny wished Harry would say that. Maybe she was just caught up in the evening, inspired by the passion of her friend. Harry didn't miss the look of longing Ginny gave him.
"I'll walk you back to you room," Harry said.
They chatted about the holidays until they arrived at the head girl's door. Not wanting to give the gossipy corridor portraits any more reasons to gossip, he drew Ginny close and whispered, "Look for me outside your window in an hour," and gave her a chaste kiss on the cheek.
#
Back at Hermione's cottage, a trail of clothing led from the living room to the bedroom. When they arrived from Hogwarts, the passionate attack on each other's bodies couldn't wait. Poor Crookshanks had to dodge a shoe and necktie as the couple stripped their way to the bedroom. Hermione soon lost interest in her two hundred galleon gown falling to the floor as he worshipped her breasts and fell to his knees, feasting on the treasure between her legs. After a few minutes of it, Hermione wasn't sure how she managed to stay on her feet after the first of a few orgasms he promised.
He rose, licked his lips and turned her around. "Hold on to bedpost," he grunted and pressed his body behind hers, wrapping his arms around her, massaging her breasts and suckling on her neck. He bent his legs slightly and she felt his cock between her legs. She bent over a little bit to give him better access and cried out when he thrust in deep and froze. She felt his mouth at her ear.
"See what you do to me? I almost come from just that," he said and gave her another deep thrust. "I wish to fuck you slow, fast, hard-all ways to please you."
"I want it," she gasped and pushed back as he drove into her, eliciting more exclamations of her delight.
He groaned at words that would only come out of her sweet mouth at moments like this. He took hold of her hips and worked her fast and hard at first, savoring her cries of passion and pleading for more as his hips slapped against her ass. He bent over and changed pace, driving into her slow and deep. She felt his lips at her ear again.
"You are good lover to me," he growled, giving her a few fast, hard thrusts while massaging her breasts and clit. He withdrew and turned her around to face him and urged her to the bed. Instead, she pushed him to the bed with a single finger, stood at the edge of the bed and looked at his erect, throbbing cock and licked her lips. She ran her hands up his legs, arrived at his twitching cock and suckled just the head. He groaned in erotic agony. She loved that she could do that to him, grinned and engulfed him in her mouth, hearing his breath catch when he hit the back of her throat.
"Yes, suck it all," he moaned, knowing how talking dirty turned her on even more. She eagerly bobbed up and down, alternately sucking and licking, treating his cock as if it were her favorite ice cream cone. He seemed to especially love it when she deep-throated him, so she did more of it. His hips bucked, he gripped the sheets and cursed in Bulgarian. When he quieted and wound his hands in her hair, she knew he was nearing climax. His thighs quivered, his knees drew up and he called out her name as he released into her mouth. While he was still hard, he urged her to lie down, placed her legs over his arms and thrust into her. He cursed again in Bulgarian and drove into her fast and hard, let go of her legs and hunched over her, grasping her hips.
"Come for me," he coaxed and arched his back, extending as much as he could, to give her every bit of him as she wanted.
"D-don't stop… fuck... I'm com-" she gasped, babbling incoherently, her hips furiously bucking to meet his as her climax overtook her. When she fell quiet and still, he collapsed next to her on the bed. No words were needed.
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Author's Note: As of today, 200 galleons is equivalent to almost 1000 pounds.