V16.2

The Boggart

Viktor had always wondered when the Americans got any magical training done. They were always exercising and doing muggle work. Only a few times had he ever seen them working with magic and, while they seemed well-trained, he just didn't see the man hours being put in. That day, though, he recognized Jason's group working with boggarts.

His Arithmancy class was walking down by the forest again. The teacher had thought that it would be fine to stop and watch, to make fun of the "stupid Americans." They were actually pretty good, though. Most of them could face their fears.

That was when Viktor noticed Leigh Ann. She wasn't wearing her uniform for once. Instead she was wearing a thick parka with fur that lined her pretty face. Her long chocolate hair fell in waves in front of her. Jason called her over, "Sis, come help me take records."

"Do I have to?" she asked tiredly, giving her brother a wry look. He gave her a look back, saying that yes, she did have to. She resigned herself and held out her hand. He gave her a clipboard to write things down with. She must have been writing down everyone's fears and scores. "This is my day off. You owe me."

Viktor let his class pass by without him. His teacher wouldn't care.

A small girl who was in the Air Force stepped up; the Boggart turned into a large snake, coiled and ready to strike. She hardly made it shimmer let alone disappear with her Riddikulus. Jason calmly told her to think of a funny memory, something that would change the situation completely. The girl, with determination on her face, shouted Riddikulus!, and it turned into an older man with silver hair and eyes. He had a scowl on his face and a bikini on in the middle of winter. Viktor had no idea who he was but the group of Academy students went wild. The entire squad burst into laughter, even Jason. Leigh Ann was smirking as she looked down onto her clipboard.

Then the Boggart jumped.

Suddenly a blood-curdling scream filled the air. Leigh Ann dropped her clipboard, falling to the snow-covered ground. He rushed over to her but stopped in his tracks when he saw what was lying in there.

Jonathan Nelson was lying on the cold, white ground. His dark, familiar-shaped eyes were glassy, dead, his olive skin without luster. A trickle of blood fell from his lips. His face was set in a silent scream, his fingernails raw and bloody. The uniform he was wearing was smeared with blood. Multiple knife wounds contorted his abdomen.

Leigh Ann let out a strangled sob, shaking her head back and forth. "Dad!" she cried, her entire form shuddering as she reached forwards and grasped the front of the man's uniform, shaking him. "You promised!" She took off her coat and sat it over the body, like it would warm the boggart up. She sobbed his name pitifully.

"Riddikulus!" Jason cried. The boggart turned into a multitude of little balls, bouncing away. Someone then sent the Boggart back into its small crate. Jason himself was looking very white and shook-up.

Everything was quiet as Leigh Ann knelt on the floor, crying softly, her hands still covered in blood.

Viktor came up behind her and put his fur cloak around her shoulders. She didn't acknowledge him. "Leahn," he said softly in her ear, against her soft hair. It had been down under the coat that was lying useless on the snow. She said nothing and no one made another move.

"No…" she sobbed softly, clenching her eyes shut. Tears streamed down the front of her face. She was paler than the white snow. That might, in part, be accounted by the fact that she had taken off her coat to put on the ground.

As no one made another move to do anything, Viktor reached below her and gently lifted her. She may have been larger than most but she still weighted nothing to him. He put himself under her arm and pulled her to his side. She clutched him desperately, stuffing her face in his chest. "I vill take her to her room." No one said anything to stop him, nor did they look like they wanted to.

Jason nodded tersely. "Class dismissed."

Viktor's instructor, who'd come back to find him, practically yelled at him for stopping to take care of the weak half-blood. He ignored the racist bastard and marched right by, holding her shaking form to him as he maneuvered the minefield of the Army barracks. Her room was one of the spaces in the very back of the complex. He held her close to keep her from shivering as he hurried. She kept mumbling the same word, 'Daddy,' grasping the front of his shirt. The tears had stopped but his impulse was to hold her for forever, to keep anything else from hurting her.

He reached her room, trying to kick open the door. It was obviously protected and he couldn't get in. Sighing bitterly, Viktor put a Disillusionment Charm on them and raced to the ship, getting in without a single problem. The Durmstrang rooms were all very similar. They were spacious, with a four-postered bed of silk and fur, rugs of the finest quality, and the richest mahogany wood. His was personalized with of his trophies and things put up around the room.

He sat her on his bed, getting rid of her soaked clothes and adding one of his own overly-large shirts in the same instant to keep things appropriate. When she had fallen and taken off her coat, she'd gotten soaked to the bone from the snow.

"He's gone," she whispered, grasping his bare arm and pulling him closer. He took a deep breath to control himself; she was wearing his shirt and she looked rather glorious in it. A look that was not Leigh Ann came over her eyes. "Viktor, he's gone!"

"Boggart," he said firmly, leaning down and gently brushing the tangled brown hair off of her face. "Not true."

"Yes, it was!" she cried, turning her head and letting that long hair cover her face. "I've seen it before! N-nightmares…Viktor, don't…I can't…"

"Shh…" Viktor wanted to remove everything that had hurt her, to wipe the entire image from her memory. He could do that, obviously, but if she were in her right mind she would never agree to it. Instead he could comfort her.

He tucked her in and shushed her when she tried to complain. He doted over her like a hen and he should have hated it but he couldn't stop. He laid down beside her, over the blankets, holding her to his chest. She shuddered, curling up in the furs, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Vill be alright, Leahn." He ran his fingers through her hair, stroked her back, held her close. Her smell—sunlight and fresh cut grass—cut him to the quick. He kissed the top of her head.

"Please stay with me."

Viktor looked down at her beautiful, tear-stained, terrified face and knew that he would never leave her. This had been the moment he'd been waiting for, where she asked him to stay, where she was with him and only him. "Da," he said softly, gently caressing her cheek. He kissed her forehead, her cheeks, brushing his nose against hers as he calmed her down. And finally he gently brushed his lips against hers.

Dammit. I'm taking advantage of her. He was about to pull away but she tightened her hold on his neck. Her lips were soft and molded to his in a neediness that he hadn't felt in a long time. He had to control himself not to press his tongue to the seam of her plump lips and knew better than to take so much as a taste from her, but she was so soft…

She slowly pulled away, lowering her face onto his chest, snuggling there. He felt himself hugging her tighter to his chest and wanting all of her. He felt as if he should have never even lain in the bed with her in the first place. He knew better.

And yet he didn't care.

Leigh Ann

The nightmare was slowly fading from my memory as I woke up. I was sore all over but the comfiness around me was helping. I tried to move but I was restricted by something.

An arm wrapped around my waist and rough, warm lips pressed to the back of my neck. "Sleep more, Leahn. Three hours."

I instantly opened my eyes to see a very dark-wooded room full of white and black and red furs. Brooms were hung up along the walls along with plaques, medals, and certificates. Pictures of Quidditch teams and captains filled the many shelves. I knew that I was lying on the softest bed that I'd ever known and that soft, luxurious silks were covering me. Furs and a large fireplace were keeping me warm.

And so was a strong, hard, furnace of a male body.

"Krum—"

He grunted and pulled me harder against him. "Sleep." He wasn't wearing a shirt, I knew that, and my toes were curling in the crisp hairs of his legs. I could also tell that I wasn't wearing my clothes anymore but a long-sleeved shirt that went down to my knees. Obviously too big for me and obviously a man's. It smelled like him. Everything smelled like him.

"Where are my clothes?" I asked, feeling slightly frantic. What the hell did I do? At least I had underwear and a sports bra on. I wondered if he'd thought of it, or if he'd...Oh, Merlin, what if he undressed me?

His teeth slowly grazed the back of my neck. I felt a warmth expanding down in areas that were not supposed to be warm. "Sleep."

I could feel his arousal swelling in the cleft of my butt. My face burned in lust and embarrassment. "Th-this isn't right. I-I should go back to my own room."

"Here. You vill stay." His lips touched my neck again. His breath was warm and intoxicating as he whispered, "I vill not leaf," against my skin.

"What did I do last night?" I demanded, feeling very anxious. His lips on my neck made me wonder…well, that and the spooning. Had I done something that I'd regret? I heard that you were sore afterwards and I was but not between my legs. And I didn't remember anything. I couldn't have gone against everything I believed in!

I heard him groan irritably, his warm breath tickling my ear. He leaned up on one elbow, letting in a draft of cool air. I then fell onto my back with an OOMPH! because he wasn't holding me up anymore. He leaned over me, the small amount of moonlight coming through the window shining over the muscles of his chest. The fire, flickering, showed the contours of his body before turning back into shadow. I itched to reach up and trace each and every indent, to run my fingers against his chest hair, to see if it was as coarse as or softer than his leg hair. I wanted to explore his entire body with my hands, and…and…

Good Lord, what am I thinking.

"Boggart." He leaned down and gently kissed my forehead, bringing tears to my eyes from his sweetness. "You say no leaf. I deed not."

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, trying to get the horrifying image of my father out of my head. I couldn't remember exactly what I had done after I had seen him lying on the snow. A hot blush ran up into my face and into my ears as one of his hands ran from my waist to the swell of my hip. "M-my clothes…"

"Vet." The hand that wasn't holding him up came around to cup the side of my face, his thumb getting rid of the tears that started to fall. "No cry, little vun."

"He was d-d-d-d…d-d-d…"

"I know, I know…" he crooned, lifting my cheek. He placed a chaste kiss at the corner of my lips. My heart found its way somewhere into my throat just from that little bit of contact. It was so sweet that I could have wept. "No true. Boggart."

I nodded and put my hand on top of his, caressing the rough skin, taking a deep breath. He was right. It was a boggart. I'd let my fear get the better of me.

His eyes were tired but sincere when I actually opened mine. I rested my forehead against his chest, feeling his fingers twine into the sensitive hair at the nape of my neck. The images of my father being killed flashed through my head again and again. My hands clenched and I breathed deeper, trying to make the images go away. He could have died that day under the water. He put his life on the line every day protecting my freedom. He could be dead right at that moment and I wouldn't know.

Viktor sighed as his lips gently touched my forehead, my temple, my jaw, my neck. "Stoop." Like he knew what I was thinking. His stubble brushed harshly against my skin, making me gasp for air.

I felt myself wanting to let him help me. "Please…"

Viktor's lips stopped at the hollow of my throat. "Stoop?"

I couldn't think past his kisses, other than feeling the thin golden band on my ring finger, promising myself to the man I loved. "My…promise…"

"No vone vill know."

"I will know. What about the others, what will they say?"

"They vill noot knoo."

"I-I'm in your room, and I-I've been in your room for…" I looked around for a clock, not finding one. "For who knows how long. They'll think something's happened."

Viktor pulled his hand away from my neck and mopped his face with it, sitting up. The sight of his bare chest made my breath hitch. "Leahn, they know you scared. Boggart attack. You brother say to help."

I moved to sit up, clutching the silk sheets in my fists and bringing them up. I was surprised that he had thought to give me a bra, but still, I had to cover my breasts. "It wouldn't…I mean, I just don't know…"

He let out a ragged sigh and leaned forwards to kiss my forehead. "Sleep. Ve vill vake in two hour." He laid back down on his side, wrapped his arm around my waist, and pulled me back up against him. His head nuzzled down into my neck, one of his legs wrapping around both of mine and curling them up against his. I could feel his manhood again, against my backside.

"Krum—"

"Eets Viktor," he growled, clutching me tighter, to the point of pain. With my old wounds, even the slightest amount of pressure ached.

"Viktor—you're hurting me," I gasped, and he instantly released me.

"Soory."

"Viktor…someone could walk in, and I'm afraid that someone will insinuate something—"

"Vhat is eenseenvate?"

"Ah…think something happened that didn't."

I knew that he was smirking, with the way he said, "You honorable. Noothing happened."

"Not to the minds of our schools," I moaned, putting my face in my hands. I knew that the second I saw any of them that my face would burn up and I would be given away instantly. "Please, just let me go, I-I'll be okay, I swear."

"Shh…" His thumb started to make circles around my belly button, under my shirt, making the muscles there clench. Both of my hands instantly went to clasp around his wrist and hand. "I not hurt you, Leahn."

I slowly relaxed my grip. "I…I know." I didn't want to admit that what he was doing to me was driving me crazy with need. I wasn't sure exactly how to tell him, and I wasn't sure exactly what to do to stop it or continue it.

"Sleep, Leahn." He situated himself more comfortably, mumbling something in Bulgarian.

"What?"

"Noothing."

I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths, curling my toes against his legs once, twice, before leaning my head back a little bit further. He growled something else in Bulgarian, gently nipping my neck. I jumped.

"Seet steel," he growled, rubbing up against my back innocently, to get more comfortable, though it didn't feel like it; a thousand fireworks went off inside of me.

"O-okay," I whispered, clutching the furs to me tighter. I tried to close my eyes, but his hot breath on the back of my neck was keeping me awake. "Th…thank you."

He grunted, clutching me protectively. He either growled "sleep" at me or "shut up" in Bulgarian, but the overall effect was what he wanted. I quieted down, my heart slowing down to the pace of his breathing.

With the lull of his breathing and the warmth of his body, I quickly fell asleep.

Viktor Krum

Viktor was so un-rested when he woke up that he felt more irritable than the dragons the champions had fought for the first task. She was wrapped up in him, her head turned to where her even breathing was right against his neck. If he moved too much, her lips would be put there, and she talked in her sleep, so he would feel her lips moving against his skin.

He had woken up with his hand over one full breast, still in a dream that had involved her, him, a tangle of sheets, and one of his shirts. That was all that he could remember.

To make sure that, other than him touching her breast, he hadn't touched her, Viktor ran his hand up her shapely thigh, below the tail of his own shirt, to touch the soft lining of her black cotton underwear.

He let out a thankful breath. He slowly got up out of bed, trying not to wake her, and laid her clothes out. He quickly scripted her a note, gently placing it in her clasped hand, and he had the urge to kiss her once more. He knew that he couldn't though. She was perfectly innocent and...perfect. If he'd done something to her, he would have destroyed something beautiful in the world.

Viktor sighed and leaned down to kiss her forehead. She smiled in her sleep, turning over to curl up in the blankets like a small child.

Leigh Ann

It was just turning light outside when I woke up, wonderfully rested. I stretched, feeling my shirt rubbing against me strangely. That's when I noticed the note. It was from Viktor, which reminded me of my being in his bed. I felt myself blushing but no one was around to have seen my predicament or me blushing like a lovesick child at a note. His perfect handwriting said that he had to be at class. It was a Sunday, so I didn't have to be. He told me to use a Disillusionment Charm to get out without being seen, like I had done with the dragon.

I held the note to my chest, taking a deep breath and looking around his room. It was a part of him, definitely. Not only were there Quidditch trophies everywhere, but pictures of him with other famous people and then people I didn't know. He even had a picture of all of the champions, sitting right on his dresser next to who appeared to be his Quidditch Captain. One thing I didn't realize until much later was that he was missing a picture of his family.

I knew that I needed to leave instead of admire his things. So I got up, got dressed, but I might have kept his shirt, which smelt exactly like him. I might have.