A/N: Hey guys! I just wanted to say thank you to the readers and reviewers! For my first ever story, I'm happy with the results! I've refrained from reading anyone else's work that is even slightly similar to mine, because I'm trying to keep this as original as possible! I'm going to try and hurry this story along though because I have a few more ideas I want to work on as well! But for now, here's chapter 2 of The Little Black Book!

I do not own anything Harry Potter, this is merely my twisted little fantasy of what should have happened during the Triwizard Tournament!

The next day, Viktor felt his soul melt in pain as Hermione sent him a look that screamed of hurt and frustration. With that one look, she had made him feel lower than he had ever felt before. He was crushed at the sight of her walking to her seat at the table, shoulders slumped, hands crossed over her chest, her eyes puffy and red rimmed.

And he still was so unsure as to what he had said to make her that unhappy! But this only made his guilt worse.

Eyebrows knit in concentration, he focused on her every move at the Gryffindor table, ignoring those around him completely. This irritated them all, but once they caught a glimpse of his deep scowl, they slowly started to drift away.

But his dark scowl deepened even more as he watched her. Her actions were more subdued, her interactions with her friends briefer than the days before. She had turned from haughty Miss Confidence to demure self consciousness, all because he had called her pretty. It didn't make sense!

Still pondering over the night before, he watched as she slowly rose and shuffled out of the Great Hall leaving her food untouched.

The rest of the day went by painfully slow for Viktor. He spent his entire day counting off the seconds left in every class. He knew her hiding spot, he just had to wait for evening to try and right whatever he had made wrong. His honor would not allow him to sit by and watch her suffer.

The only good thing that came out of his day was that people backed off when they saw him. He usually had a pained scowl on his face, but today was different. People misread his pain for anger and quickly stepped back, scared of being caught in the cross hairs of his path of destruction

Even the Malfoy kid decided to let him be for the day.

Lunch came and went. He watched her read, snacking on just some plain white bread. Her eyes kept flicking in his direction though, and his heart sank deep into his stomach when he saw that her eyes were redder now than they were this morning.

She didn't come down to dinner. He waited 20 minutes for her to show up, but she never did. Rising away from his rather quiet table (due to everyone not wanting to provoke him), he swept his bag onto his shoulder and stalked off toward the Library.

Taking the shortcut Hermione had unknowingly shown him the night before, he swept into the cavernous chamber of books like an ominous black cloud, full of absolute angst.

He searched the library head to toe like he was on the hunt, seeking out his prey. Yet he couldn't find her anywhere. Leaning against a wall at the back of the library, he stopped and forced himself to take a few deep breaths in order to quell his frustration. But in the silence he heard a muffled sob.

Turning and looking around, completely silent, he waited to hear the soft sound again before pin pointing it to a place behind a tapestry of a unicorn. Edging the curtain back, he felt a wave of relief that quickly turned to dread when he saw her safe, but crying.

Pulling back the tapestry entirely and slipping in silently, he felt an overwhelming sadness engulf him as he watched her shoulders shake, her head on her knees, crying into her hands. The moon shone through a single window, showing how she had used a neat little charm to make her school supplies levitate above her head in various, tiered circles. Multiple quills, ink jars, notebooks, and even a ruler circled around her bushy haired head.

Unable to stop himself, he whispered into the darkness "Her-mi-o-ninny…"

Suddenly all of the school supplies dropped, ink jars shattering, sending pools of dark liquid seeping around her. She stood up fast as lightning, whipping around to poke her wand directly into his chest. Her face was tear streaked, her eyes full of anger, her body tense, ready to attack.

"Oh…" she said recognizing him. Fresh tears started pouring down her face as she quickly swept up her things. He leaned down to help her, muttering a spell to fix the ink jars and refill them with the spilled ink, but was quickly shunned as she grabbed everything from him, shoving them back into her bag before collapsing back onto the step she had been sitting on previously, burying her head in her hands.

Her shoulders shook even more now as he sat down next to her.

"Go away!" she sobbed at him.

"No." Viktor replied calmly.

"What do you mean 'No'? Leave!" she yelled, staring up at him, anger, confusion and embarrassment written across her face.

"No." he restated. This infuriated her.

"Then what the hell could you possibly want from me? Haven't you done enough! I know what you're trying to do and it won't work! So you can tell the rest of them to shove off!" she stated, tears springing into her eyes once more.

"Vhat do you think I am trying to do, exactly?" he asked, his tone starting to indicate he was getting irritated for being verbally attacked for something he didn't know about.

"Don't be thick! You know perfectly well!" she said, turning away from him.

"No, I do not know vhat you are talking about! Please explain to me! I am so confused because you telling me I do something when I don't know what I do!" he exclaimed, the quality of his English slipping with his building frustration.

"Let me explain!" Hermione lashed back. "You allowed those mean people to convince you to trick me! They talked you in to seducing me and then using me as a puppet before leaving me in the wind, humiliated! Well I won't let that happen! So you can just shove off! There's nothing here to amuse you or your nasty friends!" she said before sobbing once more!

Suddenly it clicked for him! She was convinced that someone like Pansy or Malfoy put him up to messing with her as a joke. He remembered Pansy saying how she wasn't well liked or respected and could easily see how Hermione could be thought of as an easy target. No one besides him saw her true beauty and in effect she could easily have thought him just another bastard in a sea of Jerks. This wasn't just about him, but about how the only people who seemed to really like her were Harry Potter and the Weasley family. Everywhere else she was an outcast. Someone who could easily be lured into shark infested waters for want of more respect. She recognized this in herself and protected herself from others. To her this was just another example of how much of a bitch life truly was. But what she didn't understand was how Viktor genuinely wanted to get to know her.

He had to fix her outlook!

"No, no no... Is not vhat you think Her-mi-one." he said, placing a hand on her shoulder. "No one told me to do anything. I vould not listen to them if they did. I really think you are beautiful girl. All I vanted to achieve last night was opportunity to know you better."

"How can I trust you? How do I know you're not lying like the rest of them?" she asked, her voice quivering as she fought to catch her breath as she calmed down at his words, at his comforting touch.

"Because I give you my vord. Because I came here to apologize. Because I promise I vould never hurt you like that." he said, lifting her chin up so his eyes could meet hers, his thumbs gently wiping away the tears that remained on her silken cheeks.

"You sincerely promise?" she asked desperately.

"I promise you vith all my heart. I vould die before breaking promise to you." he replied.

"I'm sorry then! I must seem so dramatic and needy." she said, wiping her eyes and turning to smile at him, making his previously sunken heart rise a little out of the pit of guilt in his stomach. "I just thought someone had decided to make fun of me as usual. Your comment surprised me and I jumped to the wrong conclusions. I shouldn't have doubted your intent."

"No, do not apologize. Is my fault. Should not have said something after first meeting you. I couldn't resist though. You are too pretty for vords." he replied.

"Now you're lying!" she told him, chuckling.

"Vhy you not see you beautiful voman?" he asked. "You are surely most beautiful I have ever seen."

"I'm so not pretty! My hair is too bushy, I'm obnoxious. I'm just not as pretty as the other girls walking around here." she said, blushing.

"I love your hair," Viktor said, running his hand through it. "You have amazing personality! You are very pretty and don't let no one tell you othervise because they are jealous!" he told her.

She started when he stood up. "Where are you going?" she asked as he gathered up his stuff and then hers. Taking her hand, he pulled her close before whispering "Shh... You'll see"

"Viktor! Seriously, where are you taking me?" she whispered, following him out of the library, through the castle and out to the grounds.

"I prove to you you're pretty and that I am not taking orders from some prat Slytherin!" he whispered back.

"We can't be out here! It's after hours!" she said, walking close behind him.

"Relax" he shushed her. He placed their bags behind a tree and turned to face his ship. Looking toward the vessel bobbing in the lake, Hermione jumped when his broom slid into his hand out of nowhere.

Hopping on, he grabbed her wrist and lifted her up and behind him on his broom. She gasped when he kicked off from the ground, slowly raising them into the air. Her hands clasped together around his waste as she held on for dear life. "Viktor! What are you doing? We need to get back!" but before she could finish her sentence they had zoomed off, flying over the forbidden forest. She didn't dare look down but gripped him as tightly as possible. She knew he was the best seeker in the world, but that offered her little comfort as she was riding behind a complete stranger who could be taking her anywhere in the world and she could do little to stop it.

Her judgement began to really protest when he angled his broom down, straight into what looked like the forbidden forest! Her hair whipped behind her, her eyes going dry from the wind. Just when it looked like they would crash into the ground, he pulled up, and landed gently at the base of a cliff.

"That is vhat it feels like to do Vronski Feint!" he proclaimed loudly, helping her off the broom.

Her legs wobbled and Viktor had to support her down onto the ground. "Don't you ever, ever, do that to me again." She said, grasping at the earth around her, happy to be back on it. She grimaced at him chuckling beside her.

Once she regained her balance, she looked around. To her surprise, the scenery was beautiful. He had landed them at the base of a waterfall. Water gushed over smooth stones into the river below it, which followed a snaked path around the clearing before disappearing out of sight. Lavender, lilies and all sorts of other flowers were in bloom all around her. The scents overcame her as she got up carefully and wandered to the rivers edge. She could sense Viktor directly behind her, watching her reactions.

"This is beautiful!" she breathed, staring at the waterfall that gleamed in the moonlight.

"Not nearly as beautiful as you." Viktor whispered back, kissing her neck gently. He wrapped his hands around her waist before whispering. "I think it's time for swim!"

"What?" Hermione asked, shaken out of her reverie when he withdrew his hands from her. She turned around to see him shrugging out of his robes, about to peel off his shirt. "What are you doing?" she exclaimed, staring at him. His abs were rock hard and solid, his arms muscular and toned. She shivered in anticipation as she watched him.

"Swimming" he said, now kicking off his shoes and starting at his belt buckle. "Come join me!"

"What? We can't go swimming in the middle of the night in a dark river! Who knows what is down there?" She exclaimed.

"Nothing vill bother you. This is not forbidden Forest. Ve are in muggle forest. Come on!" he said, now stripped down to his boxers and walking towards the river.

"Merlin!" she exclaimed before shrugging out of her cloak and stripping down to her bra and panties and following him. She didn't know exactly why she went along with it, just because it was so unlike her! In the end, she blamed it on the adrenaline still coursing through her veins after their landing and the intoxicating atmosphere of the clearing.

He walked around to the side of the river and hopped across some jutting rocks to the other side. She followed suit, trying desperately not to fall. She could feel his gaze on her body as she clumsily jumped to the next stone, her body arching to the left as she struggled to maintain her balance. "Don't make me regret my decision to join you!" she warned him.

"I'm simply admiring the scenery." Viktor said cheekily, surveying her pale pink and black lace underwear set.

"Shut up!" she growled when she made it across. He turned and ran his hands along the stone wall of the cliff, looking for something. She watched as his back arched up, taut skin stretching over steely muscle. She wanted to run her hands along the muscular contours of his back desperately, and fought to keep her hands to her side. He needed no more encouragement from her. Finally finding what he was looking for, he lifted his wand and placed it on the stone, chanting a strange spell. Suddenly a set of stone stairs began to appear out of the rocks.

"How did you do that?" she asked him.

"My friend shoved me once vhen I vas kid. I alvays loved it here." he replied, scaling the steps in front of her, his hand over hers.

Once they reached to the top of the cliff, he waded out into the middle of the waterfall, onto a ledge. "Come on!" he said, smiling at her.

"If you expect me to jump, you're crazy!" she called back over the roar of the water.

"Don't make me come get you!" he said before she grudgingly waded across. Standing on the edge of the cliff, she looked down, and took three frightened steps back. "It's way too high!" she stuttered.

Rolling his eyes at her, he turned and lifted her up into his arms, chucking her over the side.

"Son of a ..." was all she was able to say before she was sailing through the air once again. She screamed all the way down until she hit the water below. Struggling up to the waters surface for air, she had barely lifted her head out of water before he splashed down beside her. Swimming towards the side, she gasped when Viktor grabbed her delicately by the ankle, pulling her back towards him under the waterfall.

Pushing her soaking wet hair out of her face, she punched him lightly in the chest before saying "You may like the feeling of falling, but I sure as hell don't! If you make me feel helpless in the middle of the air again, I'll jinx you so hard even Dumbledore wont be able to sort you out for days!" she threatened.

Chuckling, he moved a stray piece of hair out of her face. "But vas fun, vas it not?" he asked, pulling her up more tightly against him, his hands snaking behind her waist.

"Shut up! You know it was!" she said, lightly punching him again.

"Ouch!" he complained, rubbing the spot where she had hit him.

"Don't be a pansy! It didn't hurt!" she said, trying to wriggle out of his arms. But this only made him hold her more tightly. Plus they both knew she really didn't want to leave his embrace. And God knew he wanted her there.

Smiling he said, "You look so beautiful vet in moonlight. Very sexy." he said, his eyes flicking towards her full red lips, parted from her still breathing heavy from the fall.

"Go ahead." she said rolling her eyes.

"Go ahead, vhat?" he asked.

"Ugh" she murmured in exasperation before leaning her head down and kissing him full on. Shocked at first, he let her take the lead as she nipped at his lips, running her tongue over his bottom lip. She wasn't very experienced, but she learned quickly under his tentative teachings. Soon their tongues dueled in passion. He pulled her up flat against his chest, her soft breasts boring into his skin.

They kissed for atleast ten minutes before, seperating, Hermione said "This is fun and all, but lets jump again! I want to try it by myself this time!" And with that she swam out of reach, forcing him to follow her.

They played, splashed, jumped and kissed all night until their frivolity was forced to end by the rising sun.

"We really should get back." Hermione said, seperating from Viktors lips for what seemed like the hundredth time. But it was sadder now, because their fun was coming to a close.

"I'll take you back here soon" Viktor promised, brushing soft kisses over her swollen mouth.

Grudgingly, they both rose out of the water into the cool dawn air. Drying her hair with her robes, she didn't notice that her pink knickers were translucent in the light. They were fine at night, but in the early dawn they may as well have not been there except for the couple of black lacy bits around the edges.

He leaned against a tree, still soaking wet and watched her, waiting for her to notice. Her nipples were small pearls, furled in the cold morning air. She stretched up making them all the more prominent.

Noticing his gaze, she smiled, before tracing his line of sight.

"Son of a bitch!" she exclaimed, covering herself with her hands. "You were just going to stand there and not say anything? Bloody hell!" she said exasperatedly. She hurriedly muttered a drying charm, restoring her knickers to their former, less revealing selves.

Chuckling, Viktor turned around and did the same. Within five minutes they were both ready to go. Climbing gingerly onto the back of his broom, she whispered in his ear "Nice and easy. No crazy tricks. Just be cautious and get us back quickly without giving me a heart attack." before kissing his ear and wrapping her small hands around his waist.

They arrived back at Hogwarts in record time, all without any incidents. Pulling up to the window of the library, he helped her onto the ledge before flying down and retrieving her things from the bushes. Handing them over, he was about to fly off but Hermione grabbed him by the collar and pulled him around, stealing his lips for a searingly passionate kiss. "Meet me in the library again tonight." she said against his lips. Kissing him one more time, she withdrew her head and slammed the window shut on his still puckered lips.

He watched her walk down the hallway through the stained glass before speeding towards his ship. Landing on the deck, he climbed down the stairs into his quarters, thankful that today was a Saturday and that he could sleep in peace until later that night when he would meet her again.

A/N: Let me know how you all like it! Because of course, reviews equal love, and the more love I get the more I'm persuaded to write more and more quickly! Chapter Three will be up soon! Just give me some time! And WARNING: from here on out, there is MAJOR smut in every chapter, because I like my stories that way! :) Thanks and remember to review!