With two days of her week reprieve from courting left her thoughts turned to Kiril and she found herself anxious to see him. As per their rules she hadn't corresponded with him at all, nor with Blaise but for the times Draco had brought him around because their friends would be part of their life together. Harry, Ginny and Ron had even met them in Diagon Alley for lunch one day. Ginny encouraging the closeness she saw between the couple. Harry got past his initial awkwardness at seeing them together and told Hermione how happy he was to see her so happy and that Draco wasn't so bad, maybe they'd even be friends is she chose him. It was as ringing an endorsement of the relationship she felt she would ever receive from him and much more than she'd have expected. Ron grumbled and moaned when they saw him, Draco was polite to him and Ron truly did try to be but it was clear to all of them how much the boys disliked each other.

Nervously she packed her things and then worried about seeing Kiril. Would he be upset about the things she did with Drake? They'd all agreed it was better not to ask about each others time together but she still wondered if he'd be upset to know or had he done the same things with Tasha? He had been supposed to spend two weeks 'married' to her too. Traditionally it was two weeks, Hermione had just thought a month would give them all a better idea and she knew Anya had requested three weeks but Kiril would be with her while Hermione was with Blaise.

Kiril leaned against a post in Diagon Alley waiting for her. His demeanor calm though inside he was a nervous mess. When he saw her he couldn't help but smile, she stopped in front of him with a blush and nervous smile.

Kiril took her hand and smiled at the tinkle of the charms before kissing her wrist.

"How are you Amstra?"

Hermione nodded and then frowned, "I was worried you wouldn't be here." She whispered.

"Why?" He frowned.

"When I reviewed the contract Tasha's name was gone. I thought maybe…"

"If that it would be my name gone Amstra." He told her shaking his head. "We did not make it nine days before I left her."

"Why?" Hermione gasped and then blushed, "I'm sorry, I'm not supposed to ask."

Kiril shook his head, "She is a nice girl but I could not love her and she loves only my family's position and money, she loves my life not me and I think though we are friends of a kind, we would not ever be close and perhaps not be friends long if together." Then he sent her a smile, "Besides, Iliyra did not like her."

Hermione laughed, "She thought you didn't know."

Kiril shook his head with a chuckle, "there is little I do not know of my sister nor her me, she even sent me a note this morning to tell me to stop worrying as I was making her anxious."

"Why were you worried?" She frowned.

"I missed you." He told her making her blush.

"I was surprised you wanted to meet here, are we taking a portkey?"

Kiril shook his head, "I will apparate us."

"Bulgaria's to far to apparate." She reminded him frowning.

Kiril laughed and nodded holding out his arm, "We are not going to my fathers home Amstra, though we will visit all of my family."

"Where are we going?"

"To the home I would share with you." He told her with a wink before apparating them both.

They appeared in a dark corner of an alley and he led her down the street stopping in front of a row of townhouses.

"This one is ours." He told her with a smile.

"Ours?" Hermione gasped looking up and down the street and then at the beautiful white and brick building.

Kiril nodded and led her inside. It was beautifully done in a mix of traditional and modern styles and Hermione was shocked to find a television in the living room and a proper refrigerator, coffee maker, toaster and other appliances in the kitchen.

The master bedroom had a giant four-poster bed and en-suite bath with a giant tub and separate shower with a waterfall head, there was also a tiny separate room to the side with the toilet.

"You like it?" Kiril asked nervously, "Iliyra and my mother helped me to decorate and a muggle friend of ours from America helped as well, he married a Veela and moved here a few years ago, I had him help me get all of the right muggle things."

"You did all of this for me?"

"For us." He told her then he smiled gently, "If your heart leads you elsewhere I will get more than a good return on the cost, you haven't to worry about that." He winked at her making her blush and led her through to the other rooms, "For now though we'll live as though we are married and this is our life." Hermione nodded as he opened another bedroom, "This is for Iliyra and Keo when they visit." He had a room especially for his parents, for Harry and Ginny, for Ron and then three others for various visitors. There was a large living room, a kitchen, a dining room and a library off of which was an office that held a desk for each of them. Out back was a small private courtyard with its own little garden outside of which was the heavily treed garden they shared with the other townhouses.

"The house and courtyard are warded so no one will see magic." Kiril told her leading her to sit on a plush chair.

"It's perfect." she told him before bursting into tears.

"Amstra." Kiril pulled her worriedly into his arms.

"It's… it's just… so… perfect." She told him burying her head into his neck.

"It's a bad thing?"

"No." She sniffled pulling back. "It's just, it's exactly like what I would have dreamed of having once I'd started working and was ready to settle into a home, I figured I'd have to rent a flat for a few years but I always wanted to live in a townhouse in the city, since I was little and slept over at a friends aunts house in Chelsea. After I became a witch I still wanted to have both worlds always."

Kiril smiled at her and tucked a stray hair behind her ears, "I'm glad you like it Amstra, I was very worried you wouldn't."

Hermione shook her head and hugged him again, "It's perfect."

Kiril felt his whole body relax in relief as she jumped up pulling his hand to lead him back into the kitchen and started going through cupboards and drawers, she did the same in the living room and then went to their bedroom to unpack, Kiril grinned as he saw her clothes going into drawers or on hangers beside his own.

"Shall we order in for dinner tonight?" He asked as they went into the library so she could unpack her books.

"That would be lovely." Hermione grinned at him then she frowned at some paper in her hand, "I wasn't sure if I was allowed to write to Iliyra, do you suppose she's angry with me?"

"No." Kiril shook his head, "She's waiting for a letter though. It's why she didn't write either. She made me promise to give you a few things when you came though, it's all on your desk, research and theories and such from her project."

Hermione grinned at him and held up the papers in her hands, "I have so much for her too. I've been focusing on my Animagus training too but it's just so interesting and so much more important than just my studies, I mean we might be helping hundreds!"

Kiril laughed and nodded, "She'll be pleased. Vhy don't you start going over what she has and I'll order us something, Chinese or Pizza?"

"Oh," Hermione grinned at him, "I can't even remember the last I had Chinese."

Kiril nodded and kissed her temple motioning to the office door. Hermione grinned at him and hurried inside, she'd just have a quick look.

Kiril brought in the delivery forty minutes later and they sat discussing the research. It was late when Hermione yawned and looked for the time. "I'm sorry Kiril, I've spent all evening ignoring you or talking all about this."

Kiril shrugged and smiled at her, "This is our life together Amstra, it should be like this." He pulled her to her feet, "Let's have some tea and leave it now though. We can owl all of it to Iliyra tomorrow."

"Ok." Hermione blushed, "Thanks."

Kiril nodded and led her back down to the kitchen. They had tea and talked about his theses project and he caught her up on how his theories were coming along and how close he was to finishing his paper.

Hermione didn't think about anything else until she stood in the bathroom, she'd be sharing it with Kiril. She jumped when she felt his hand at her neck. "I can feel your anxiety Amstra. I would never push you for anything and there is a lock on the door." Hermione sighed and leaned back into his chest. She'd been naked in front of two wizards at this point in her life and while she should have been nervous about this she'd actually been berating herself about how curious she was about seeing Kiril naked. Ron had been thicker than Draco who was average thickness but much longer. Ron had more hair than Draco too, even Drake's chest had been smooth.

"We're married this month." She whispered.

"Yes." Kiril agreed his head dropping to kiss her neck. "Officially you are my wife for the next four weeks."

"Why would I need to lock a door from you then?" She whispered blushing.

She heard his intake of breath and his hands came to her waist to turn her in his arms, he seemed to be searching her eyes for something before he gave her a small smile and bent his head to kiss her. She felt his hands go to her sweater and let him pull it over her head before she began on his buttons. Instead of taking it off she ran her hands over his broad naked chest. His skin was a few shades darker than her own and had only the lightest smattering of hair. Each muscle was defined and she ran her fingers over the dips tracing the lines of his body. Kiril let her explore him, shrugging out of his shirt and watching her hands and her face. Finally he couldn't take the torture and pulled her to him for a heated kiss.

Hermione kissed him back with as much passion. When he pulled back panting so they could both breath she found her back pressed into the cold tile and shivered. He stepped back and then kissed her gently before stepping into the shower and turning it on. Hermione turned away blushing as she went to the sink to brush her teeth, when she finished she picked up their shirts and put them in the hamper before taking off her jeans and panties and stepping into the shower.

Kiril had watched her silently and took a moment to get his bodies reactions under control. He brushed his teeth and undressed counting to ten before joining her. Nothing had prepared him for the sight of the water dripping over her nude form as she rinsed shampoo from her hair. Kiril stood back and watched her.

Hermione knew he was there, knew he was watching and as much as she wanted to see him she didn't open her eyes and she realized she also didn't feel at all self conscious. She'd never showered with a boy, never had one stare at her nude form before. With the last of the soap out she opened her eyes and met his. It wasn't until her eyes decided to memorize him that she blushed. Kiril definitely beat out both boys she'd seen naked in his perfection. Draco had been pale perfection and so beautiful it almost hurt though she'd never looked at him like this. Ron, well she'd seen it before and his naked chest of course but they'd never stood completely naked together. Kiril had a few scars, the hair on his arms and legs was dark brown along with the little bit on his chest and a trail going down to his…Hermione blushed at her thoughts, that was not average in the least, Ron she was pretty sure was the high end of average around maybe four inches and an average five point nine in length, Drake had been a little longer maybe six point five and a lower end of average around three point five inches around, at least those would be her guesses. Kiril she wasn't sure would fit. They'd said boys could be larger than average but Hermione figured that was like Draco, just a point five inch difference. Unless her estimates on the other boys were way off and they were much below average Kiril was… Hermione blushed again.

Kiril stepped forward and tilted her head to meet his eyes. "You are so beautiful Amstra." Hermione blushed as he kissed her. Kiril carefully gave her some space as they shared the large shower and he tried to ignore the almost painful erection from seeing her like this, it was a tad embarrassing to be so turned on by her but the color of her cheeks and the dilation of her pupils told him she was affected by him as well. He knew there was curiosity and some fear as well and though he had never asked he was almost certain she was a virgin.

Drying off he pulled on shorts and watched her go to a drawer and pull on a little tank and some shorts before climbing into the bed. He pulled her to him and though he had been set for a long night they were both surprised to relax easily and fall into a restful sleep.

In the morning Kiril woke to the feel of her fingers tracing over a scar on his abdomen and groaned.

"Did I wake you?" She asked quietly.

"No." He sighed moving his hand to hers that had stilled. "You can always touch me Amstra."

"What happened?"

Kiril shrugged, "A treaty agreement went bad and a fight broke out between factions, I got hit with a nasty cutting hex and my mother was unable to heal it completely so it left a scar."

"What about this." She traced another on his hip.

"A fight, muggle style between myself and two elvish men. It is a coming of age right."

"They scarred you?"

He nodded, "It had to heal like muggle wounds or it wouldn't have."

"What about this?" She traced another.

"I was bitten by a Hell Hound."

"This?"

"I fell from my broom."

"This?"

"A merman spear."

"How many do you have?" She whispered tracing his abs again.

"Scars? Nineteen."

"What is your tattoo of?" She'd noticed it the night before but hadn't asked. He had two one on the back of his left shoulder and one on his right hip.

"The one on my hip is a symbol Iliyra and I share, it means twin. The one on my shoulder was an elvish right of manhood."

"Your family is close with the elves?"

"My father was ambassador to them for several years when we were growing up."

"Is that how Iliyra met Keo?"

"Yes." Kiril nodded, "He was taken with her from the start though she was much younger than him."

"How old is he?"

"Twenty four. Iliyra and I will be twenty soon. You?"

"Nineteen last September."

"Will you tell me about your scars?" He asked quietly.

"The one on my chest is from the cutting curse, my fifth year during the battle at the ministry, I'm sure you heard about it, it was the night the ministry finally admitted he was back. They couldn't deny it when they'd all seen him themselves." She sighed, "The one on my arm, "It never healed completely but thankfully it just looks like several little scars and not what she actually did."

"What?" Kiril knew he wouldn't like the answer.

"Bellatrix Lestrange carved mudblood into my arm." Hermione sighed, "Only a few of the cuts were deep enough to scar."

Kiril could feel the electric wave of fury as his magic hummed, "I'm sorry." He whispered to her pulling her arm up to kiss one of the little scars.

"We survived." Was her only answer. Kiril nodded in agreement.

"Breakfast?"

They got ready and went out to eat before going to the market to stock the kitchen. In the afternoon they studied together again and then cooked dinner together using both magic and regular muggle ways.

In bed that night she curled into his arms again and sighed. "Kiril?"

"Yes Amstra."

"Is it alright if I go to Hogwarts tomorrow. I need to speak with someone."

"You may always do as you wish."

"I know, it's just…"

"The other two are there."

"No." Hermione shook her head; "They are both with another girl right now too. Daphne found them some girls, well two for Blaise and one for Drake."

"This month we share our lives, we will not always be beside each other and you should see your friends as much as you like. We too will spend time with my friends. Besides you have NEWTs to study for and I would never want to get in the way of that."

"Oh." Hermione sat up and spun grinning at him, "I wrote them! I meant to tell you I went for them just before the holiday and I got my grades back over New Year. I got O's in all of them but a couple, those I got an S, I never even heard of an S grade before."

Kiril laughed and sat up to hug her, "Congratulations Amstra. I am very proud. I received one on mine as well."

"Which one?"

"Languages." He told her with a lift of his brow.

Hermione laughed, "Of course."

"You?"

"Potions, DADA, Ancient Runes, Charms, Arthimancy, and Magical Theory but I got a letter from the ministry that said if I was a registered animagus by graduation I would receive one in Transfiguration too."

Kiril stared at her in astonishment and then pulled her to him, "That is… you brilliant witch." He kissed her. "Seven, you'll finish with seven Stupendous marks."

Hermione laughed as he kissed her. Things quickly went from joyous and celebratory to passionate though and Hermione found herself pinned under him, her legs wrapped around his waist as they rocked against each other. Kiril explored her body with his fingertips and his mouth followed, he'd place a kiss here and there, trace a curve with his tongue or suck on a spot that caught his special interest. Hermione thought she might cry or spontaneously combust from need. She nearly shot off the bed in shock when his mouth found her core. She knew about this from class of course but had never thought to experience it. All thought fled though as his mouth drove her mad and her whole body shook with need. Kiril definitely had a very talented tongue.

A long while later they fell asleep, naked in each others arms. Hermione had never slept naked with anyone before, she'd never slept naked before period but as she woke and stretched she found she like it very much.

Hermione watched him sleep for a bit and then slid out of bed to shower. Kiril was in the kitchen making eggs when she came down. He kissed her gently and sat at the island stools to eat with her.

"What time are you going to Hogwarts?"

"After breakfast."

"Kiril nodded, "I'm going to drop by the school to check a point with a professor for my theses and then I need to meet with my father and the ministry, I was going to ask him and my mother to dinner with us if its alright? They'll be in London a few days so it can be another time if you'll be late at Hogwarts."

"No. Dinner tonight will be wonderful" Hermione hesitated.

"What is it?"

"It's just… well… what if they don't like me."

Kiril shook his head and grinned at her, "They will love you and it was Iliyra I was most concerned about liking my wife. My sister and I are, as you have like to notice, very close."

"Well its good she likes me then."

"More than I expected, I think she is even pressing for you over Arya who is her good friend."

"Really?"

Kiril nodded, "Iliyra is sure I have found Keo in you."

"Have you?" Hermione blushed looking at her plate.

"I believe so Amstra or I would not call you this but you could only be to me what he is to her if I were your choice as well and right now that is something you are not ready to decide on."

"Kiril"

He shook his head cutting off her words, "I must find a wife, by law, or I would only court you Amstra, though I would wait for marriage a while. You have spent your life fighting wars and keeping your friends alive, you haven't had the chance to just live, not truly and I would have wished that for you. As it is I wish for you to be true to your heart and perhaps Iliyra and I are wrong. You must be sure, for both of us." He kissed her temple. "I'll go now. Send me a note when you are finished and I will ask my parents about dinner."

"Have a good day." She turned to meet his eyes and was pleased when Kiril kissed her.

"You too."

Hermione tidied up and hurried to the floo. McGonagall had arranged for one to be open to the off campus students in Hogsmeade. Hurrying up to the school she ran into Luna on her way to meet Damyan.

"Morning Luna."

"Morning Mione." The girl smiled at her seeming less dreamy than usual.

"Is everything alright Luna?"

"Oh yes. I adore being married."

"Luna?"

"Father doesn't approve of Damyan." The younger girl sighed, tears in her eyes.

"Oh Luna." Hermione hugged her friend.

They veered off the path and went to sit in the shrieking shack to talk. Unfortunately it wasn't as empty as they'd thought and stumbled upon their professors.

Hermione blushed crimson as the unlocking spell and opening of the door broke the silencing spell and she saw Professor Lupin and Professor Wells. Though she supposed she didn't really need to speak to her as much as she'd thought once she got a good look at Professor Lupin.

"Sorry Professors." She and Luna backed out of the room, both crimson. They burst out laughing as they made their way back to town to find a different, private spot to talk. After an hour, the embarrassment faded and Luna feeling much better, Hermione made her way to the school.

She had lunch with Harry and Ginny, Daphne and Ernie, Astoria and Dane, Ron was apparently back at Beauxbaton with Amalie but she was happy to see Neville and Hannah Abbott sitting rather closely together.

After lunch she sought out her professor.

"Professor Wells."

"Lara, please." The professor motioned her into the room. "You aren't a student here anymore technically and I believe we've become friendly enough, certainly well acquainted enough over the year for you to use my first name outside of our ladies classes as well now."

"Thank you." Hermione nodded sitting down.

"I'm sorry for what you came upon earlier, Remus is mortified we didn't cast proper warding spells, only no one ever goes there." She blushed.

"No, I'm sorry." Hermione blushed.

"Well then, what can I help you with today? Are you adjusting well to your second 'husband' or are you having an issue you wanted to talk about from the last marriage trial. You can talk to me about anything."

"I, um, well, I, I had wanted to ask about something but I think you," Hermione blushed, "I think Professor Lupin might have answered it."

"How's that?"

"He's… he…" Hermione blushed and Lara waited patiently not pressuring the girl, "He's not very average."

"Average?" Lara frowned.

"Madame Pomfry gave us measurements that are average, so we'd not be worried and I know they are supposed to all be different and I've seen more than one so I know they are but…" Hermione blushed, "I wasn't sure he'd fit."

Lara blushed chuckling and nodded, "That is the average sizes she gave but the difference can range from much smaller to much larger."

"Smaller?"

"I had a boyfriend no more than…" Lara blushed, "I suppose this is too much information." She shrugged, "Well he was only four inches." She whispered.

"That little?" Hermione blushed at the outburst while Lara laughed and nodded.

"It was very disappointing after…" Her voice trailed off.

"So it fits still." Hermione nodded with a blush.

"It will fit though the first time is painful, likely more so even than with a much smaller man but that is only a theory."

"Right." Hermione nodded with a blush. "Lara…"

"How about a drink to make this conversation easier, it will be more like friends gossiping. Eighteen years between us is a lot but I was barely your professor so it's much more like we're peers."

"Thank you." Hermione breathed accepting the butterbeer.

"Now, what would you like to ask?"

"Should I feel guilty about doing things with them?"

"No. You need to find out if you are compatible in all areas and sex is one of those, you are magically unable to have intercourse but unless you've stipulated it in your contract with them, anything else is, well whatever you want."

Hermione blushed and nodded, "Thank you."

"Hermione."

"Yes?"

"It's ok to be nervous about his size. I was when I saw Remus for the first time back in school and again the first time since we've… reconnected."

"Even though you'd already…"

"Yes." Lara nodded, "It had been a very long time and he was larger than I even remembered though I had convinced myself he wouldn't be as large as I'd remembered before we resumed an intimate relationship, so it was quite the shock to find him on the far end of my expectations."

Hermione blushed, "It's going to be strange to see him next time. I mean, he's not just my professor but a friend and I've seen him naked."

Lara laughed, "Trust me, I think he's even more freaked out at it than you are."

After a long talk about her time with Draco, Lara's time with Headmaster Casus over the holidays and the start of her affair with Remus and Hermione's first days with Kiril the two finally parted as good friends.

Hermione sent an owl to Kiril and went to find her friends until it would be time to meet him for supper. She needed Ginny's help with something to wear.

Amstra. My parents have confirmed they are free for dinner and are very excited to meet you. There is a muggle restaurant my mother loves if you do not mind Indian food, the reservation is for seven. Can you meet us at the ministry? Or if you've left Hogwarts I can pick you up at home. Let me know if this will work out or if you do not like Indian food.

Hermione wrote him a quick note to confirm she'd be at the ministry to meet them and relaxed with her friends for a while longer. Her nerves were a bundle of bats in her stomach as she waited in the ministry hall by the fountain for him.

Kiril wrapped his arm around her and kissed her gently, "How was your day Amstra."

"Good." She told him with a smile and blush, "Yours?"

Kiril nodded, "Very good, I've been officially offered a place with the International Council, they have given me options of where to begin my career for us to discuss."

"Congratulations." She hugged him and leaned up to kiss up.

After a moment a light cough and a giggle separated them making Hermione blush brightly.

"Amstra, forgive me, these are my parents Yasen and Kalina Valko. Mama, Pere, this is Hermione Granger"

"Nice to meet you." Hermione offered still blushing.

"The pleasure is ours." Kalina smiled at her, not a trace of a discernable accent.

"Ve are very pleased to meet you." Yasen smiled at her, his accent only slight.

"Shall we?" Kalina offered. They all nodded and went to dinner. The couple obviously adored each other and were very affectionate towards each other, nothing obnoxious like making out in the restaurant but they always seemed to be touching and occasionally Yasen would place a gentle kiss on her lips, like when they returned from the bathroom. Like his son, Yasen stood from the table when they returned and always held a door or offered his arm to help her sit. Hermione found she enjoyed their company immensely and was sorry when they had to say good night. Somehow the restaurant had emptied and the waiters were cleaning around them when they noticed it was late and apologized to the staff, Yasen leaving a large tip before they all left.

Both of his parents hugged her, Kiril and his mother kissing cheeks and Yasen clasping his son's hand and giving him a manly backslap hug making Hermione grin.

Exhausted when they got home Hermione stripped out of her clothes after brushing her teeth and collapsed into bed. Kiril smiled as he climbed in after her, happy and a little turned on that she had come to bed without clothing.

In the morning he woke her with kisses. "You liked my parents yes?"

"Oh Kiril, they are wonderful."

"They liked you too, very much. Mother told me when they left I was not to let you get away or they would be very disappointed."

"She did?" Hermione blushed.

"Father too, he thinks you are brilliant, of course I knew this already."

Hermione laughed and then frowned at him, "How come your mother doesn't have an accident?" Hermione's frown deepened, "Wait, why is your accent almost gone?"

"I am very good with languages, I get it from my mother though my father is almost as good, it takes him longer and he can never fully shake his accent."

"You can?"

"I told you, with English and soon Latin I will speak seven fluently."

"That's not fluent its… I don't know more. How many can you actually communicate in?"

Kiril shrugged, "Twenty eight, maybe twenty nine."

"Twenty nine languages!" Hermione yelped.

Kiril laughed and nodded, "I have a heavy accent though and don't always understand the vernacular or the jokes, I can get by in them though."

"Wow." Hermione sighed sinking back down.

"Sometimes in English my accent still slips, especially with the w, if I am nervous or rushing or something but it's much better than when we met first. I should have been fluent before because of Edan and Caius but" he shrugged, "I focused more on other things and didn't feel the need to be completely fluent, not before I met you."

"I like the lilt you have now, its an odd sort of non accent."

Kiril laughed and pulled her for a kiss, "I'm glad then. Shall we eat?" Hermione nodded and jumped up from the bed ignoring her nudity completely.

The days passed quickly, to quickly. Kiril was finishing his theses and preparing to start work with the International Council. He'd been offered two junior ambassador jobs including one with his father but he declined them both and took work as liaison between societies instead, telling Hermione he didn't really want to move them away, they had enough to adjust to in their new lives and it would be better to live here in their home for a while. Everything he planned for the future included her, her plans and dreams and opinions, including her wish to work with Iliyra which had him discussing permissions from the elves for her to live on Isle Mars part of the time, which he told her would stand if they did or did not end up together.

Everything had been perfect, no not perfect, like Kiril's body it had its little scars and imperfections but Hermione found these were the things she loved the most about being with Kiril.

One day she had lost herself in research and stayed all night in the library, the next day he'd pulled her from her books and carried her to the shower and dragged her out for breakfast. He did that, knew when to leave her to study and when to force her to take a break. It drove her mad but she loved it too. Or the way he'd toss his shirt on top of the hamper instead of in it, or the way he'd tap his heal when he couldn't solve something he was working on. Or if he was distracted he might talk to her in another language. She loved when he did that.

On the last morning there she didn't want to even open her eyes, she snuggled into his side and heard him sigh.

"Kiril?" She looked up at him, seeing he looked tired.

"Did you not sleep?" He shook his head and pulled her into his arms turning her so that his body was wrapped around hers.

"I have to give you back today." He reminded her.

"I know." She bit back tears.

"I love you Amstra." He murmured something else in a language she didn't know and then kissed the tear on her cheek. It drove her insane when he did that and part of her wanted to demand he inform her of his words, what was the pont in speaking them to her if she couldn't understand? It was also something she loved though, hearing him speak in another language to her or to someone else.

It was a quiet morning as they showered and ate breakfast. When she stood at the door to leave he grabbed her hand and pulled her to him for a heated kiss. She was in his arms and he kicked the door closed walking towards the couch where they dropped on the couch.

An hour later Hermione dressed and put a kiss on his sleeping forehead. "I love you Kir."

He grabbed her wrist; "Choose me." He whispered before letting her go. Hermione sighed and forced herself to leave apparating from the garden to the Burrow. She sat down and cried.

All week she thought about Kiril and Draco and how happy each of them had made her in different ways, how much she'd wanted to stay with them, how often over the month with each she'd wished they would make love to her.

On the day before she was to meet Blaise she was again a mess. She was so confused. She was happy to be seeing Blaise but hadn't seen him in months and she missed both Draco and Kiril so much.