A/N Didn't expect that happening in chapter 2 right? Anyway, I'm glad nobody's hated that one so far so... hope you enjoy this chapter too!
A month went by since Hermione married Viktor, and they would take turns meeting up in Hermione's small room in the Leaky Cauldron and their home in Varna, as to keep people from being suspicious with his or her sudden disappearances. Married life with him seemed too good to be true, but whenever they were apart, she felt like her world was crumbling down. They would spend most of their time making love when alone together, and would spend their time talking/writing to each other via 'snap notes' when apart. He would come to her during the afternoon to spend time with her but would leave her as soon as it turned dark to be with his 'other wife', Maria, so that she wouldn't be suspicious of him.
She would get angry of course. Hermione. She wanted Viktor to be with her at all times, but she had signed up for it, so whenever she got angry, she vent her angry towards other things like furniture and other bits and bobs with her wand before fixing them up again. She had always wondered what he did when with his 'other wife'. Did they too make love? Or did he ignore her as he reiterated every now and then?
Hermione was lying next to Viktor right now in her room at the Leaky Cauldron, having had just made love together. Hermione had noticed how 'off' he was today and wondered if there was something wrong... if there was something wrong with her. She tilted her head up so that she could kiss his lips before shuffling against his chest. He stroked her hair and sighed, muttering some Bulgarian words to himself.
"Viktor? What's wrong? You seem rather off today..." Hermione asked, before suddenly feeling stupid to have asked him so bluntly.
He tilted his head to look down at her. "Did you not enjoy..."
She blushed as she realised that he had misunderstood her question. "Oh no- I'm not talking about that- it was great- fantastic!" she paused. "You just... I don't know how to explain this... you just seem rather off colour today. Did something happen?"
He sighed. "I am beginning to think..."
Hermione held her breath as he paused to think over his words. She was beginning to think that maybe he regretting getting with her.
"Maria... I think she knows I haff another voman." he told her hesitantly. "The things she says vheneffer ve haff dinner seems to make me think she knows."
Hermione sighed. What he had told her wasn't as bad as she had thought. "Oh... That's bad..." She was beginning to feel hypocritical.
He buried his face into her hair and muttered some words. Hermione couldn't tell if it was to her or to himself because he was muttering in Bulgarian. He seemed to do that whenever agitated or annoyed about something.
"And my mother..."
Hermione held her breath again. Did his mother know too?
"I think she knos that I haffen't been making- fucking Maria. She asked me yesterday vhy there is no nevs of a child after fiff years."
Hermione didn't know whether she was supposed to respond to him or not. She hadn't been in this kind of situation before where somebody was spilling everything out to her. Harry didn't count because he had talked about his problems with Voldemort to Ron too, and more often with Ron than with her at that. And 'fucking' Maria? What was that supposed to mean? Hermione was suddenly filled with jealousy at the thought of Viktor with some other woman. Had he 'fucked' Maria on their own wedding night? She sighed. Of course he must have. He was a man!
"You don't need to say or answer anything to me if you don't vant to." Viktor suddenly said. "Not really your problem, da?"
"What time do you need to get back today?" Hermione hesitantly asked. She already regretted asking him.
He rolled himself on top of her and kissed her forehead. "I don't need to go back today. Maria isn't going to be home today. Said she needs to go to hospital."
"How come?" Hermione asked, although she didn't exactly care.
She ran her finger over Viktor's hair with a smile as he made a silly face at her.
"I don't know." he answered, his expression suddenly changing. "I am vorried though."
Hermione suddenly felt annoyed with him and pushed him off of her before rolling over to her shoulders to look away from him. She heard him chuckle which only aggravated her irk.
"Vhat's the matter, Hermione?" he asked.
She didn't respond to him.
"It's only natural that I am vorried." he told her. "I've liffed vith her for fiff years."
She rolled back to face him. "And me? So you don't worry about me?"
His eyes widened in shock. "You think I do not vorry about you?"
She nodded.
He smiled at her and grabbed her wrist to pull her over to him. He was too strong for her to resist and she found herself in his arms again, her irk abating. Viktor always seemed to find some way to make her feel better again no matter what he or she did. He kissed her nose.
"So are you going to stay here then?" She asked him. "With me?"
"Vith you?" he said. "Of course."
She sighed as she thought about something. "You know your..." She paused as she didn't want to call her enemy 'wife'. "You know Maria..."
"Yes, vhat about her?" his voice had a slight edge. Now he seemed to be the one annoyed.
"You've never told me anything about her, aside from the fact that she was part of the exchange your parents made in that wizard's debt thing you told me about."
There was a moment of silence. She had a feeling Viktor didn't want to talk about her.
"Yes... vell. Her name was Maria Mitsanski and she was brought up in a very vell respected family vhom has faded offer the years. Her family vere known to serve under the muggle monarchs, vhom used this influence to protect the Bulgarian vizards and vithes of the past. Nobody's heard of her family in the modern days because there are no more monarchs really anymore."
Hermione nodded, suddenly feeling annoyed that her late parents had just been dentists and that her ancestors had all worked in farms.
"She is ferry nice and she respects herself vhich I find ferry good in a voman." Viktor continued. "She has ferry nice body."
"So you've made love to her?"
He gave her a look. "Of course! But 'made loff' is not good vord to use." he said. He then winked at her mischievously. "You see in bed I found out... she is a different voman."
Hermione rolled her eyes as she began to feel irked again and slapped his chest in attempt to pull herself away from Viktor, but Viktor didn't let her go.
"Viktor, let go of me now before I castrate you!"
Viktor chuckled. "No I von't let you go."
"Viktor!"
She struggled against him but began to laugh as he tickled her. She couldn't believe him. Honestly, he was mostly a real gentleman at times, but Hermione realised after marriage to Viktor that he good be an annoying arse that she, no matter how much she wanted to deny it, couldn't resist or live without.
Somebody suddenly pounded on her front door, causing her to almost emit a shriek.
"'Mione? Hello? You in there?"
Viktor gave her a look with his eyes and she just shrugged not knowing why anybody would visit her at this time. Viktor was probably wondering what a man was doing at the door to her home.
"Ron! Just wait a second!" she yelled as she pushed Viktor, who had just sat on top of her to tickle her. "I'm in the showers!"
"All the more reason to come in!"
Viktor gave her another curious look, added with a tinge of a smirk and annoyance to which Hermione responded by rolling her eyes. Ron always had to come in or say things at the wrong time.
They then both dressed up as quickly as they could before wondering how on earth they were going to hide Viktor. Hermione thought that Ron would probably react the same as he always did if he spotted Viktor in her room.
"'Mione!" Ron groaned. "Open the door already!"
"Wait a minu-"
"Hermione, I can't find my pants." Viktor suddenly said.
"Your pants?"
"'Mione? What's a pair of pants doing at your front door?"
Hermione groaned as she remembered that Viktor had immediately begun to strip himself of his clothes when they apparated in front of her door. They had a habit of doing that because it increased the excitement... "There's your answer." she muttered to Viktor before yelling Ron's answer. "Somebody must have dropped it there!" She turned to Viktor. "Just go hide under the bed. He won't notice you there."
He smiled at her. "Are your panties on?"
"What?" Hermione raised an eyebrow before spotting Viktor holding them.
She grabbed it and quickly put in on before shoving him onto his knees, which took forever since he was purposely resisting her. He rolled his eyes before crawling under her bed. Hermione wondered if he was even going to fit under there and frowned when she saw the bed rise a bit. Hopefully Ron wouldn't notice.
"'Mione!"
Hermione sighed as she opened the door. "Hello, Ronald!"
Ron smiled at her. Hermione saw that he was holding a bouquet of flowers. Lillies. "Surprise! May I come in?"
"Sure."
She turned around and made her way inside before turning around nervously to look at Ron again who had shut the door behind him as she had done so. He was blushing furiously and appeared to be staring at her crotch in shock and awe.
"What?" she asked, suddenly feeling the need to protect herself.
"Your ass-" he paused. "I mean... your skirt- got caught on your thong and I kind of saw a nice view of your ass."
It was Hermione's turn to blush as she thought how she should have been careful when she put her undies on earlier. She thought she heard a chuckle under her bed. She was going to kill Viktor after Ron left. "Well stop looking!"
Ron looked away from her, still red faced. "Sorry."
"What are you here for?" Hermione asked after clearing her throat.
"Just dropping by."
He then picked up the pants that he had somehow dragged in with him and looked at it. "You should give it this back to its owner. Probably belongs to some person who's renting a room next door."
Hermione nodded nervously. "You're right."
Ron looked at it curiously. "It smells kind of funny. Sweaty."
Hermione gave him a look as to cover up her unease. "Stop smelling it then! I'll wash it and give it back to whoever it belongs to."
He put it down onto the table next to him before shoving the lilies he had been holding in front of her face. "You don't need to be so angry um will you marry me?"
If Hermione had been eating something, she would have choked. She couldn't believe this was happening. What was Ronald thinking? She wondered what was going through Viktor's mind as she stared at Ron with a bewildered look on her face.
"What?"
"Will you marry me?" he repeated.
Hermione frowned, knowing that she was going to reject him, even if she hadn't already married Viktor. "Ronald..."
"Yes?" he asked, expectantly.
"I'm sorry. I can't."
Ron looked gobsmacked and gave her a dangerous look. He didn't say a word at first and just glared at her before throwing the bouquet of lilies onto the floor. His face went red as he yelled something about 'stupid git' and walked out the door. She wondered who the 'stupid git' he was talking about was. Hermione felt bad for a moment for upsetting him, before realising that she wasn't exactly at fault. She was married of course- but he didn't know that.
She sighed as she felt arms go around her waist. Viktor had gotten up from under the bed. He kissed her neck and she sighed once more as she felt his stubble rub against her skin. She was surprised that he hadn't said anything yet, considering what had just happened.
"Are you all right, Hermione?" he asked her gently.
"Yes. I think so."
"Do you vant me to do anything for you?"
She shook her head.
"This Veasley boy... you still seeing him?" he asked.
She shook her head again. "No, of course not. I have you." She paused. "But he's been 'seeing' me."
Viktor chuckled as he spun Hermione around. He then bowed down in his usual gentleman-esque way and smiled at her as he offered her his hand. "Shall ve dance?"
Hermione laughed and accepted his hand. "You know Viktor, sometimes, I really do not understand you."
"Same vith you."