This is the Chapter where you all scream, "FINALLYYYYYY!" And I hope that you like that I made it so long, because originally, it was split!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I wouldn't have had to apply at McDonalds for a job. And I acutaly might have been called back after my interview had I owned Harry Potter. But I don't.

July Fourth

Part Three

Firework Romance

Viktor pulled Leigh Ann gently to the side a little while later, as her moods had lowered even further. He finally got tired of it, wondering if he would ever get used to her changing hormones and moods.

The elephant ear had been delicious, though he knew that his coach would kill him if he ate too much today, the day before the game. Later, Leigh Ann was going to introduce him to one of her best friends, who lived far away, but went to the Academy with her. And then they were all going to go swimming.

Ah…I cannot wait to see her in that swimsuit again, he thought, remembering the one she had worn for the second competition, and wondering if this was the same one or one that showed even more of her.

"Do I half to doonk you again?" he joked, sitting her down on a small park bench as they watched the small children running around. She was frowning now, playing with her hands.

A small smile was placed on her face, though it was fake, and she shook her head. "No. Believe me, I'm fine."

He took her hands in his, gently running his fingers over the small bracelet on her wrist and the rings, both on her ring fingers. "No, you are noot. Vhat is vong?"

She sighed, pulling her hands from his. "You. You don't get it, do you?"

"Get vhat?"

"Get the fact that I…that I like you, Viktor."

Viktor Krum, famous Seeker of the Bulgarian National Quidditch Team and Champion of Durmstrang, felt his ego inflating at a rather enlarged rate. He couldn't help but smile from ear to ear. "I thoot that ve already half said thees?" he asked as he cupped her heart-shaped face, pulling her up so that she could see the smile on his face. "I leek you too, Leahn."

She pushed his hand away again, and a look of sadness was in her eyes. "I…I want to know where we stand, Viktor. People have been talking, and—"

"And they are saying that ve are together, da?" he asked softly, his heart beating faster with each passing moment. We're together…

"Are we?" she asked softly, looking down at the jewelry on her hands, then touching the small necklace around her throat. "I mean…you've given me jewelry, and you hold my hand…and…you don't care about touching in public, obviously, I mean—"

"I give you jewel, because you vere sad," he said, pinching her chin between two fingers, so that she would look at him. Her green eyes shone brightly with the six o'clock sun shining down on them. "I vould geev you jewel every day eef sadness vould leaf forever. I do noot leek to see you sad. And hoolding your hand…eet ees pleasoorable."

She tried to put up another fake smile, but it ended up falling and she looked very vulnerable; he did not like this on his strong woman, and he wanted to pull her in his arms. "Viktor," she said softly, touching her fingertips to the hand that was holding her attention, "are we a couple?"

"Vhat?" he asked, wondering if he had heard her right. I hope so.

Her entire face went completely red, and she instantly jumped up and moved to leave. "I-I'm sorry, it was just a question and—"

"Vait, Leahn." He grabbed her hands and sat her back down, waiting until she looked into his eyes before he said anything else. "Do you vant to be a coople?" he asked just as quietly, releasing her chin and caressing her cheek instead. His heart was beating a thousand miles a minute, as if her answer would be the only thing that would keep his heart beating or stop it completely.

"I asked first," she said softly, smiling, and this time it was genuine.

"And I am going to kees you," he said back to her, knowing that for Leigh Ann, that was a yes, and that was about all he was going to get. He leaned forwards, wanting to know how soft her lips were, if they were as soft as her skin or smoother.

But before his lips hit hers, what felt like her finger was stopping him from moving closer. She gently pushed him back, and he opened his eyes to see that her entire face was lit up and she was smiling like her own personal sun. "Nuh-uh. I don't give kisses on the first date."

"Vhat about Cormac?" he asked in all seriousness, wriggling his eyebrows as he grasped her hand, placing a chaste kiss against her fingertip.

She playfully slapped his shoulder. "He tricked me, trapping me under the mistletoe! He's lucky he walked away with everything intact, too!"

"Then vhat do Amereecan cooples do een poobleec on a first date, eef they are a coople?" he asked softly, reaching up and twirling a piece of hair around one of his fingers. He wanted to run his fingers all the way through her hair, but knew that she would get embarrassed and would want to leave.

I must take it slowly with her.

"Well," she said, blushing and batting her eyelashes, "we hold hands, sometimes."

"Hmm…I do leek holding hands," he said as he grasped her hand and intertwined their fingers. "Boot ve half alvays held hands. Vhat eelse?"

"Sometimes…a girl will give her boy a token, to wear, or to keep."

Viktor knew what kind of token he wanted, but knew that he wouldn't get it. "Da?" he asked, as she reached down to her wrist to unwrap the small gold bracelet on her arm, undoing it until it was a longer, thicker chain that seemed manlier. Viktor knew that she had used a silent spell, but she was in the vicinity of him, and therefore the magic could not be traced directly to her.

Besides, it had barely looked like magic.

She then undid the clasp, pulling the small ring off of her right finger and sliding it onto the necklace. He noticed that the stone was ruby, and that her mother and her grandmother had worn plenty of ruby jewelry too. It was very small, to fit her thin fingers, and was thin in comparison to rings that he would wear as well. It had small designs of American flags that looked as if they moved when glanced at a second time.

Leigh Ann put the necklace around his neck, picking up his shirt collar and dropping the cool gold ring under his shirt. "That," she said, putting her hand over the small bump under his shirt, "is my Army class ring. Usually, a man would give a woman his class ring, but seeing as how you gave me your family stone, I figured that I would give you this."

"And now, you half marked me," he said with a small laugh, loving the way she blushed when he said anything about "them." Suddenly he noticed a gleam on her left hand, and he wondered, did she have two class rings? "And vhat ees thees?" he asked, picking up her left hand and running his thumb over the small silver ring there, on her ring finger, as if she were married.

She blushed been red, pulling her hand from his quickly. "I-it's my promise ring."

"To?"

She was silent for a moment, and Viktor wondered if he had said something wrong. He was about to ask when she finally spoke up. "…To God."

"You half proomeesed God yourself?" Viktor asked, suddenly feeling very sentimental about this woman in front of him—this untouched woman, who was so appealing at the moment that he could have wept.

Leigh Ann nodded nervously, fidgeting with the bare finger on her right hand. "I…yeah. Until I really, truly love somebody. Is there a problem?" she asked, as if putting up a defensive shield would keep him from making her feel bad about herself.

He picked her left hand up, putting his lips to the small ring. "Olf course noot." Not when you are mine and only mine.

"Great, because I'm not taking it off, ever," she said, leaning forwards and gently kissing him on the cheek. Viktor gently put his hand on the side of her face, touching his lips gently to her temple, the soft, soft skin of her jaw, chin, and neck. He wondered, if he tried to kiss her now, after having wanted to since he first met her, would she let him?

Her skin was so, so soft as he parted his lips against her neck, loving the salty and sugary taste of her skin. He wondered where exactly her "spot" was, the one that made every woman buckle from pleasure. Was it where her pulse was? Or was it right beneath her ear, the hollow that he could nibble on?

"Look, it is el grande, the one and onlyViktor Krum," came a sarcastic cry, and Leigh Ann pulled away with a huff, a bright red blush staining her cheeks. Viktor crossed his legs quickly, to get half of the thoughts out of his head. It didn't work.

Viktor looked up, to see a tall, very thin but very curvy woman with long, thick black hair standing in front of them, clad in what looked to be only what Viktor had come to known as a "bikini top" and very short, tight pants. Her legs were long and peachy cream, her stomach the same color and very taught, perfectly worked out. The blue of her pants and the red of her bikini looked strange, but she was getting many appreciative looks in her direction.

"Nice to see you too, Alex," Leigh Ann grunted, not meeting Viktor's eyes. "Glad to see that you've gotten your Spanish vibrance back."

"I take eet that there are noot many vizards een thees town?" Viktor asked with a small laugh, gently putting his arm around her shoulder and giving her a small squeeze. He knew that Leigh Ann would think that he was attracted to this woman, Alex, if he kept looking at her for too long. No, he was not attracted to her, because the only woman in his sights was Leigh Ann.

Alex was very beautiful, but Leigh Ann was his curvy woman, his smart woman.

His woman.

"Nope, just my family and one other Muggle-born wizard," she said, standing up and smoothing down her dress. "It's a big deal when there's a home Quidditch match, as many wizards come to this town and the small wizarding community where the pitch is. Viktor, meet my friend Alex from the Academy, who has always had very bad timing. Alex, put on a shirt and shake hands with my boy—err…"

"Boyfriend," Viktor said softly, leaning down to gently kiss her on the forehead.

"Boyfriend?" Alex asked, her red lips parting to show almost perfectly white teeth. "Anna, why the hell didn't you write me sooner about this?"

"Eet joost happened," Viktor said, holding out a hand to his Leigh Ann's best friend. He had to make a good impression. "Heelloo, Aleex. Eet ees neece to meet you."

"I don't play Quidditch, or even watch it, but I know a Seeker when I see one," she said, giving him a very dainty handshake, compared to Leigh, who always gave her all in a handshake. "You treat mi Ana right, comprende?"

"Ana" leaned over and whispred to him what she said, only in English. "I vould do noothing leess," he said, nodding.

"And Ana, tomorrow, don't go easy on him just because he's your amour, sí?"

"Tomorrow?" Viktor asked, loving the fact that his woman had another woman with whom she could say anything. "Eet ees the Quidditch match."

Alex smirked, wrapping an arm around Leigh Ann's shoulders. "Did she not tell you? She's refereeing. Aren't you, Anna?"

Leigh Ann smiled, but was blushing deeply. "Sorry I didn't tell you, Viktor, but we're not supposed to tell any Quidditch player, thank you very much Alex!"

"Well where are these hunky Quidditch players, I want to meet some," she said excitedly, her eyes instantly scoping the park. "Is the rest of the Bulgarian Team coming to the party tonight, or what?"

"Control your hormones, Alexandra. And yes, they are, right, Viktor?" Leigh Ann asked, winking at him suggestively. "Just stay away from Levski. He'll just look at your chest all night."

"Maybe that's what I want," Alex said snootily, looking down her nose at her best friend. "A guy who doesn't want to get to know me, take my heart, and then break it and leave. A one-night, 'hey, I like you' thing. Sí, that is exactly what I want!" Suddenly she looked left, right, and then back at Viktor. "So, are we going to swim or what?"

"Or what," Leigh Ann scoffed, blushing deeply. "I-I'm not ready to swim yet."

"But you said that you got that new swimsuit, and I want to see it!" Alex whined, her eyes wide and beseeching. "¿Por favor, mi amiga?"

Viktor playfully wrapped his arm around Leigh Ann's waist. "Da, Leahn, I vant to see eet as vell."

She blushed to her toes, glaring daggers at her best friend. "Fine, Alex, lets go change." She grabbed Alex's hand and pulled her away, towards the restrooms. "We'll be right back, Viktor. Don't leave this spot!"

Viktor watched as Leigh Ann chastised her best friend on the way to the restroom. He couldn't help but laugh until finally they did make it to the restroom and were out of his sight.

He sighed and sat down on the bench, wondering what kind of friends Leigh Ann usually hung around with. And, while thinking that, he hadn't heard a very familiar voice calling his name.

"Viktor, did you not hear your own best friend?"

Suddenly, the very familiar face of Ivann Borski, his very best friend and cohort in crime, was hugging him, and Viktor couldn't help but feel like the luckiest man in the world. "Ivann, what are you doing here?"

"Well, when your letters started becoming love sonnets, I figured that I should possibly come over. I am getting worried about you, old friend! I needed to come over and make sure that this girl did not take you over completely."

"Hmm…" Viktor mumbled, barely paying attention to his friend. He only kept picturing her, with her smile, and her eyes, and…

"…and I was thinking that there should be a belly-dancing station, as well as a tub full of pudding, and—"

"What?" Viktor asked, turning slightly to look at his friend.

"Man, you are whipped."

"I am not!"

Ivann only shook his head, turning his view to gaze at the many people who were wandering around the park. Suddenly, someone came out of the restroom and Ivann spoke up. "Is that her, in the red?"

Viktor shook his head, already knowing that it was Alex who was in the red bikini. "No, that is her friend, Aleex."

"Then that's her, in the blue?"

No, that wasn't her either. She must have still been changing. "You have already met her, Ivann. She was a Champion in the Tournament."

Viktor's good friend rolled his hazel eyes, wrapping an arm around his buddy's shoulders. "Viktor, you know that I was drunk for most of that, right?" When Viktor gave him a look, he quickly said, "Alright, alright, lets see…brunette, right?"

"The most beautiful, long brown hair you've ever seen."

"Tan?"

"All over."

Ivann stopped, making his friend stop in place. "All over?" he asked, emphasizing the 'all.' Of course there was that look that asked if he'd bedded her yet, but Viktor merely punched his friend in the stomach a little harder than necessary.

"I'm not exactly sure. But from what I have seen so far, yes."

"Third base?"

"Not even first."

"And you've known her for how long? I think you are losing your touch, Viktor. Usually you have a tongue down your throat before the hour is up. I remember one girl, she was the most gorgeous thing I had ever laid eyes on! And then you were—"

"She is different," Viktor snapped, not even being able to picture the woman who Ivann was describing. "I…I can see myself with this woman for a long time."

Ivann was speechless for a moment, and Viktor had to forcefully close his mouth. "But…you are Viktor Krum! You do not have to settle down with just one woman, you can have many! If I remember right, this woman was a little on the larger side. She—"

Viktor held his arm out, clothes lining his friend and knocking him to the ground. He put his foot in the middle of Ivann's chest, crossing his arms over his chest menacingly until his vision returned to normal. "She is perfect. Do not say anything about her, unless it is to tell her how beautiful she is, do you understand?"

Ivann's eyes were wide with confusion, until suddenly he got a giant grin on his face. Ignoring the strange looks from the people around him, Ivann put his hand up and let Viktor help him up. "You…are serious about this woman?"

Viktor nodded, turning his angry face away from his friend so that he could calm down. "She might be the one. I am not sure yet."

"She plays Quidditch and everything? That is not all she likes you for?"

"No, she hates me for it. But she does like Quidditch. Her mother is Rene Reynolds, famous Quidditch player. Leigh Ann likes that I am clumsy on my feet, that I am gentle with her little sister. She likes the inside me."

Ivann was smirking now. "Does she like your rugged good looks?"

"If the way she looks at me has any hint, I think so."

His friend laughed and pounded him on the back. "I cannot wait to meet her. If she is anything you say she is, then I'm sure—"

"Viktor, there you are!" came her sinfully beautiful voice.

"Speak of the devil," Ivann said, chuckling under his breath.

He turned his head to the side, eager to see his woman wearing a bathing suit, just so he could ease his own sinful curiosities. He wanted to know every curve of her body, to see how every muscle moved. He knew that he would soon, when he started mapping out her body, but for now, this was all he could get.

"Wow. I was wrong. Curvy is nice."

Its perfect, he thought, turning around and looking for her, at the same time hitting his friend on the back harder than necessary. "And it is mine," he reminded his friend. Viktor's breath left his body the second he saw Leigh Ann standing next to the smaller Alex, but there were no other women in the world besides her at that point.

Her long, tanned legs peeked out from a small scrap of black cloth, tied in perfect little bows on either side of her flared hips. Her waist cut in dramatically from her breasts and hips, as tanned as the rest of her, with the cutest looking bellybutton he'd ever seen. The small white scar to the above right didn't mar her at all.

And her breasts… They were covered by a small strip of black, tight around her body, with two little ties coming up and around her neck to tie in a perfect bow behind it. He'd never thought that he was a breast man, but looking at her now, with that full cleavage and the large, roundness, the fact that she had more than a handful, or that he wanted to lean down and kiss each perky, round breast…

Oh, yes. He was a breast man.

Her long, thin arms were more muscled than he would have thought, and the fact that her shoulders were more delicate than anything else on her and that her collarbones were showing really turned him on.

"Viktor, you have too many clothes on," Alex called over the roar of the seagulls, waves, and the call of other people. "Take off your shirt! Your friend, too!"

Ivann laughed heartily, eyeing Alex with apparent interest. "I think I like her."

"Watch out for her, though," Viktor said as he and Ivann pulled their shirts over their heads. "She is a little headstrong."

"As are all of the American women, yes?" Ivann started laughing as they walked over towards Leigh Ann, though Viktor almost instantly tuned his friend out as soon as he was in close range of her.

She blushed crimson, and he was right when he had thought that she blushed all over—even her stomach was blushing! He was most appreciative of the redness on the tops of her breasts. "So, do you like it?" she asked, crossing her arms under her chest, not meeting his eyes. It created a shelf of breasts, which he couldn't for the life of him take his eyes off.

He grunted in approval, gently grasping her wrists and pulling her arms away from her toned stomach. "Do noot hide yourself," he whispered, gently bending down to touch his lips to her ear. "You are very beautiful."

"Really?" she asked, smiling up to him, her eyes clear and trusting and… innocent.

"Da," he said with a head nod, putting his hands on either side of her indented waist. "Now, go put on soome clothes."

Her smile instantly faded. "What?"

Viktor smirked against her ear, leaning forwards to gently nip at the lower lobe. "I for vone loff you leek thees. Boot I do noot vant any oother men loofing your body as mooch as I do."

She smiled dryly, her eyes having lost their sparkle. Leigh Ann then grabbed his arm, starting to pull him away. "Come here."

"Vhere?"

"Just…keep walking," she said softly, a small hint of malice in her voice. They were walking along the beach, hand in hand, and for a moment, he didn't think that anything was wrong other than the fact that he wanted her to cover up, and that other men were looking at her.

The children around them were running rampant, young couples holding hands like they were and strolling. Leigh took a turn onto a medium white pier, where other couples were walking, and pulled him to the end.

Suddenly he lost his balance on the pier, and he was pushed directly into the water.

"Put some clothes on my ass!" she exclaimed the second he surfaced from the water. He coughed and sputtered, trying to wipe the water from his face so that he could see. He was almost sorry that he did, seeing the anger plain on her face. "So far, Viktor, you're only doing a great job of pissing me off!"

The fact that she only turned him on, with her fists on her hips and her legs braced, that angry spark of fury on her face… It wasn't helping him to be intimidated and apologetic.

Viktor grabbed her ankle off the pier, giving her a defiant look. "Viktor, if you mess up my hair I'll—!" and he pulled her in, just as she had this morning to him. Her hair darkened dramatically, almost to a complete black when she surfaced. She squealed and beat against his shoulders, finally giving in when he started kissing on her neck again, gently nibbling on her earlobe.

"Ooh, that's not going to work all the t-time," she said breathlessly, tangling her toes in the crisp hairs of his legs. She wrapped her arms around his neck and let him continue the ravaging of her soft skin, gently pressing her soft, luscious breasts against his chest, her slightly rounded abdomen gently pressing against his. "N-not if you keep sticking your foot in your mouth like that."

"I do noot oonderstand foot een mouth," he growled against her skin, gently nipping the soft patch of skin between her neck and shoulder, making her take a deep breath, "and I do noot understand vhy you vant me to be soory for vanting to protect you all the time. I alvays half vanted to, and I vill keep vanting to, but I veel stoop a leetle eef eet makes you happy." Just as I have always wanted to kiss the tops of both of those breasts. That would make me happy.

She giggled, as if she had just read his thoughts. Just wondering if she had heard that particular thought made him blush from head to foot, and he pulled away from her neck.

"Vhat?" he asked softly, brushing her hair out of her face. "Vhat ees so fooney?"

"N-nothing," she said, looking away and blushing.

Viktor gently picked up her chin, pulling her closer at the same time. He thought that he would die of the need of skin-to-skin contact, wanting all of her clothes off of her. He also thought that he would die if he couldn't kiss her soon. "Teel me."

She blushed deeply, pulling away from his hand. "Its just the fact that, even though I don't like a man being all protective…" she said softly, gently tracing one red fingernail down his chest, watching. It left a trail of sparks that made him want to groan and pull her forwards to kiss her. "I thought that it was incredibly sexy when you did it."

Well this is definitely getting somewhere, he thought, holding her to him when she laid her head down on his chest, kissing his collarbone, and wrapping her arms around his neck and tracing small circles on the back of his neck. Her toes on his legs made him wonder what her legs would feel like around his waist, as he thrust into her, and—

"Ugh, so you get angry at him and he still gets some?" came only a slightly familiar voice, which made the couple split apart. "You're too gracious a girl, Leigh."

"As I said before," Leigh said in a weak voice, "you have very bad timing, Alex."

"I met your friend, Viktor," Alex said in a sing-song voice, tugging a very flustered-looking Ivann along behind her. "Is he on the Quidditch team?"

"You noo Qeedeetch?" Ivann asked thickly in horrible English, looking as if he'd just seen a ghost. "Ah! You are vizard."

"Of course I'm a wizard," Alex scoffed, tossing the thick curtain of her black hair behind one shoulder. "All I know is that your accent is very sexy."

"Forgive my friend," Leigh said as Viktor tried to help her out of the water, wondering if it were legal to look that good while being wet. "She's very forward."

I do not think Ivann minds. At the moment, he was smiling brightly, strutting like a male peacock. "Aleex, vhy do you noot shoow Ivann around, teach heem Eengleesh?"

Ivann so owed him later, and the guy knew it. He was smiling as widely as a cat with cream all over its face, though, and most likely didn't care. "Da."

"Da?" Alex asked, looking to Leigh Ann for translation.

She laughed. "It means yes. Go on, I know you want to."

"Yay!" Alex exclaimed, grabbing Ivann's arm and tugging him along. "Come on, Ivann, I doubt you've ever had a hot dog…"

Leigh Ann leaned against his arm, staring after their best friends as they walked off. "Do you see a match?"

"Perhaps."

"Are we matchmakers, or what?"

Viktor laughed, wrapping his arms around her from behind and setting his chin on top of her head. "Da, and at the same time, he."

Later...

"Oh, I love this song!" Leigh Ann cried a little bit later, after they had dried off and had had a very greasy, but somehow delicious, dinner. They were all sitting underneath a tree—Ginny, Ron, George, Fred, Rebecca, Hermione, Charlie, Alex, Ivann, Jason, Viktor, and Leigh Ann—listening to the bands playing up on the wooden stage.

This one was an upbeat, happy sounding song, and Leigh Ann looked ready to go up and dance. "Girls, come on, dance, please?"

"Yes, dance," George said, nudging Rebecca in the side. Her freckles instantly flared red, and she looked away, abashed. "C'mon, Becca. Have some fun, loosen up!"

"Well then why don't you dance?" she asked, giving him a poke in the stomach.

"'Cause he looks like wet spaghetti when he dances," Fred joked, getting a glare from his brother. "What, you do! And besides, he wants to watch you dance."

"That's not creepy," Alex said dryly, lying on her back, her head in Ivann's lap. "Not at all." She had sunglasses on, even though her eyes were closed, and was blowing some kind of pink bubble from her lips that popped, and then she brought it back into her mouth.

Rebecca was beet red, going shades darker than her long hair. "I-I guess I could dance."

Ginny was already on her feet, as were Alex and Leigh Ann, but Hermione refused to budge. "Oh, please?" Leigh Ann asked, looking anxious. "The song will be over soon, and besides, there are guys who will look at you too, Hermione. Sam, the football player, seemed to have had some interest in you. He's here, he'll notice you again."

"Sam…was interested in me?" Hermione asked, a small amount of blush on her face. "O-okay, I'll dance."

"Sam was a git," Ron said from next to Viktor, underneath his breath as the girls walked off.

"You just don't like him because he was interested in Hermione," Charlie said from the ground, laughing as he threw what appeared to be an old snitch up and down in the air.

"Like you are interested in my littlest sister?" Jason asked with a small laugh, making Charlie start to sputter. "You were drooling all over the letter that she sent that first day. I don't even think you've seen her yet and you're determined to already be in love!"

"I'm not in love with her. Besides, you and I would get into the battle of the century if that were to happen!"

Jason snorted, watching over his sister in the little dancing circle. "If I fought Jess's battle for her, she'd hex me into next week."

"Same for Ginny," Charlie said with a laugh. Ron, Fred, and George chimed in with a "Here, here!"

"I dunno, Jessica hasn't been spending a lot of time around all of us lately. She's not been home in a very, very long time..."

Viktor had always gotten a strange vibe from the little Nelson, but he didn't dwell over it long, as his eyes were taken to those of a certain curvy woman, who smiled at him as if he were the only person in the world.

That Night...

"Are they soopoosed to be so loud?" he asked, pulling her against his side.

She yawned and nodded, snuggling up against him. With her head against his shoulder, one arm around his waist, and their legs tangled up together, he was as comfortable and uncomfortable as he could possibly be.

He couldn't help but let his hand caress her waist, or the swell of her hip. So what if his thumb brushed against the bottom of one plump, delectable breast? So what if his eyes sometimes drifted to the cleavage that formed whenever he squeezed her tighter to his side? She was his—mostly. She was also hers? It made no sense why she wanted to not be all his.

In Bulgaria, if a couple was a couple, then they were together—there was no looking at other people, no wanting to converse with the other sex unless they were close family friends or relatives. There was no dancing as she had done earlier, enticing every man around her to that innocent body, luring them closer with that child-like smile.

"Mine," he whispered in Bulgarian, his hand gently squeezing her round, tight butt.

She giggled, her face being lit up by a spectacular firework. "I love it when you speak Bulgarian. But I hate it at the same time because I can't tell what you're saying."

"Eet ees sexy?" he asked, smiling wryly down onto her beautiful face. Her eyes showed the reflection of the pink and blue fireworks that rained down like a weeping willow, sparkling in the hazel depths that showed her soul.

"Hmm, very," she whispered, snuggling up closer to him. He groaned, and her head instantly snapped up. "What's wrong?"

"You tooch me leek that, and you eexpeect me noot to vant to kees you?" he asked breathily, bringing up a hand to caress one soft cheek.

She took a deep breath, trying to watch the fireworks. She was trying just as hard not to give in as he was, and they both knew that they were losing that battle. "I-I already told you, I don't kiss on the first date."

He set his jaw. "Ve half known each oother for moonths, almoost a year. I half vanted to kees you seense I first saw you." And I know that I already have. I just don't believe that you remember. I don't remember it much as well.

Leigh Ann raised up on one elbow, her hair creating a curtain around them as she looked on in curiosity. "Really?"

Viktor knew he couldn't touch her again, else he would kiss her, so he put both hands behind his head, looking up at the stars and fireworks and away from her full, luscious lips. "Da."

She put one hand gently in the center of his chest, which made his gaze instantly snatch onto hers. Her usually bright hazel eyes were now dark, and yet they were still full of life, full of curiosity. "You…you thought I was pretty the first time you saw me?"

"You vere the moost beatifool vone there, the moost eentreeging," he whispered, noticing that she obviously didn't believe him.

"When we first met, you told me that you thought I was interesting and intriguing. But you never said anything about my looks."

"Eet vas noot prooper," he said, wishing that she would remove her hand, or at least stop the caressing of her fingers, or maybe tie her hair back so it wouldn't brush against his neck. "Boot now, I can teel you how beautiful you are every day."

She smiled weakly, her straight teeth shining in the darkness every time a firework went off. "I wish that we had more time together, Viktor, other than these next few days."

He finally gave in to the wish to touch her, reaching up to gently pull her down next to him. He let his lips touch the top of her head. "Ve vill make the mooch of eet, da?"

"And when we're apart?" she asked softly, snuggling up against his side once more.

"I vill keep a picture of you vith me alvays, and I vill veeseet as mooch as poosseeble." He wondered what he would do during her school year, as his schooling was now officially over. Would he get a job, or stay mainly professional with Quidditch?

"I'm still in school," she said softly, and he felt and heard her yawn. "You're out. Are you going to get a job?"

He knew that they thought a lot alike, and the fact that their minds were connected made him smile. "I may."

"And what about the girls?" she asked, so softly that he barely heard it above the BOOM of a very large, very impressive firework. "I mean…I-I'm not going to be there, a-and a lot of those girls are pretty spectacular, and—"

"You," he said, squeezing her a little tighter than he meant to, "are the only voman for me. I do noot vant to talk about our seeparation anymore. Leet oos be happy foor now."

She smiled and nodded, giving off a little giggle. "It's not like you'll have to worry about the boys. I don't usually have to beat them off with a stick, it just started happening last year."

Viktor really needed to learn how to control his protectiveness. He had her flipped over onto her back, practically on top of her, staring into her surprised eyes before he knew what was happening; he was practically straddling her! All he could think about were those men, the ones like Cormac, or even like George, whom he knew had asked Leigh Ann to the Yule Ball.

"Those men…eef they tooch you een any vay—"

"Viktor," she said, her eyes slightly narrowed, "you're doing it again."

He about said something else, but then he felt as if a balloon being deflated and he let out all of the excess hot air inside. He thought that his vision had gone red, but it had just been a colorful firework. "I…I am soory," he whispered, gently kissing her nose. "I joost…I do noot vant anoother man een your life."

"There are three other men in my life besides you, and they're all in my family," she said softly, cupping his face gently, tenderly. "When I make a commitment, Viktor, I stick with it."

The light on her face and the realization that she was his and only his did something to him. He couldn't help but run his thumb gently over the swell of her plump bottom lip, or wonder if it tasted as good as she smelled. He couldn't help but slowly lean down, using his thumb to gently part her plump, moist lips before his barely ghosted over the lower, then the upper, getting a very soft mew of appreciation.

Viktor braced himself on his arms as he barely brushed his lips against hers again, back and forth as they got the feel of each other, as he tasted her, as she slowly warmed to the idea of them. It was torture to have to stay there while her fingers worked their way up his shirt, skittering, feeling. By the time they made it to his neck, the goosebumps on his body were already the size of eggs.

He knew how to take it slow, and he knew when a woman was ready to move on again. Though this was his woman—was there much difference? Did he take it slower, faster? He wasn't sure as he put a slight more pressure against her lips—she took a deep breath of surprise, worry, anticipation?—and tangled his fingers in that long, curly, thick, luscious hair.

Most of his weight was on his knees now, down around her waist. Very, very slowly, he started to subtly move her until they were on their sides. Once that was achieved, both hands stayed anchored in her hair. Her body against his, her rapidly beating heart next to his, it all sent this into realization—he was finally kissing her.

Her lips, though full, wonderful, and luscious, were slightly inexperienced as he softly molded their lips together. When he pulled tenderly, she didn't understand that he was coming back and whimpered, tightening her grip on his neck. He did come back though, showing very much attention to her lower lip.

I will teach her to kiss, he thought, wondering if anyone could taste so sweet as her. She tasted like the sugar from the funnel cake, like the fruit from the smoothie. And was it strange to say that she tasted like Leigh Ann?

It was torture to have to move so slow, to take it easy, to not scare her. He gave much, much attention to that lower lip to make up for it. A little for every night he spent dreaming it, a little for every day he spent imagining it. His imagination was nothing like the real thing, though, and he wanted this to last as long as possible.

She started to relax underneath him again, so he knew that it was time to step it up a notch. He gently bit down on her lower lip, pulling it slowly away to open her lips to him. Leigh Ann gave a whimper of need, which sent an ache pulsing to his already-throbbing groin. Her leg slowly twined with one of his, pulling them closer when he tilted his head to the side, joining their mouths while only partially open to one another.

The fireworks in the sky weren't the only ones going off as he pulled on her lips, nibbling, teasing, wishing that he could teach her to use her tongue, to send their kiss to even another level. She had seemed too jittery whenever he had touched the seam of her lips with the tip of his tongue, so he knew that she wasn't ready for that.

No matter how much he loved tasting her, wanting more of her and being able to have her, every human needed air. He slowly released her, gently dragging his lips down her throat to rest on her pulse point, nibbling slightly and making her let out a sexy little moan. He couldn't help but smile against her skin when he felt her pulse beating wildly, nor could he help untangling his hands, letting them roam down her waist, to rest on her hips and pull her closer as he ravaged her neck.

She was breathing heavily as he drug his lips down to trace her collarbone, to nip it, her wander lower, to touch his lips gently to each round orb, which were both his for the taking. They were cool and covered in small goosebumps, and when she took a breath he was pushed against them more.

"Mmm…" he growled lowly, letting his lips wander back upwards, letting his hands wander backwards… "I half been vanting to do that foor a very loong teem."

Leigh Ann gave a short, nervous laugh, though it was low and husky, which made lust shoot through his veins. "You've been wanting to kiss my breasts?" she asked softly, her fingers playing with the small hairs on the back of his neck.

He looked up from them, to see that her eyes were the darkest he had ever seen them. Her hair was tangled, wild, and her face was glowing, alight with excitement. The blush in her cheeks was everywhere, even on the tops of her breasts, and her lips were red and puffy. It wasn't an exaggeration to say that he was very attracted to her at this point. "That, and kees you."

She gave another laugh, this time initiating a kiss with it. She was a little less nervous as she used the leverage with her hands on his head to pull him closer, parting her lips first off. He tilted his head further to the side, to open their mouths to each other more. She was very eager now, wrapping one of her legs around both of his, and he was eager to teach her.

He was so close to getting her ready to be used to the idea of their tongues touching, so ready to feel that extra pleasure, but she pulled away before he could and sat up, taking deep breaths.

"Leahn, vhat—?"

"The fireworks finale just started," she said breathlessly, holding one hand to her chest. "We've missed them."

Viktor sat up beside her, wrapping one arm around her waist and playfully nipping at her ear. "I theenk eet vas vorth eet." The finale was very spectacular, though, as they sat there together and watched. It was actually very romantic as well.

She turned and gave him one quick peck on the lips, her face completely serious, but something…special in her eyes. "I do, too."

"Ivann says that I am loosing my game," he said to her, not being able to help it as he curled her up in his lap, kissing at her neck again. It was just too soft to resist.

"Why would he say that?" she asked, giggling when he nipped at her neck again, squeezing her around the waist.

It took Viktor a second to answer, as he was occupied. "Becoose I half noot thought olf another voman seence the day that I saw you. Eet has been over a year seence I half kissed somevone."

"Well, obviously you have a lot of game or I wouldn't have let you snog me senseless," she breathed, suddenly giggling again. He could get used to a woman's laughter once more. "Snog. What a word."

"I theenk that Aleex and Ivann half snooged a leetle as vell?" he asked, nodding his head in their friend's direction. Alex had a starry look in her eyes, her lipstick smeared slightly and her hair frazzled. Leigh Ann's lipstick had worn off long ago, else wise he was sure he'd have it all over his face just like Ivann did.

"I told you we're good matchmakers," she sighed, snuggling into his shirt. "Now, we've just got to match up the rest of your team so that they'll quit bugging the female population of my town."

"Vhat a task that vould be..." Viktor scoffed, nuzzling his head into her neck.

BUAHAHA! I do love this story, and I hope you do too! I've got to get writing on Part III, because this Part is almost over! (Less than four chapters!) Sooo, here's a look at the next chapter!

"And besides, I've known Krum for a lot longer, and I knew him outside of Quidditch. This is a professional sport. I won't let my team get distracted."

"You seemed very distracted at the fireworks last night," Ralph Heidelberger chuckled, making the rest of the team do the same.

Fire was in my face, and I felt my ears burning. "You are all insufferable!"

Robert laughed out loud, suddenly mimicking an English accent. "Oi, just talk like a bloomin' Englishwoman to us, mate! Your friends are quite lovely, if I do say so myself, if I'm not quite mistaken."

"Govna, I'd like a cup of tea," Greg Ruczinsk said with the same accent, making the two men laugh.

"ENOUGH!" I cried, brandishing my wand and pointing it at them. They suddenly stopped laughing, taking a step back. "Conditioning, now."

"But there's a game tonight," Gianni Fedele said, her mouth hanging open. "You can't just put us through rigorous conditioning before the game! Besides, I haven't done anything!"

I didn't waver. "If there's anything that I've learned in school, its that if one person gets in trouble, the entire class, or team gets in trouble. Now go. I don't expect you to stop for a half an hour." When no one moved, I instantly yelled, "GO!" Angry red sparks jumped from my wand.

They moved, bitterly glaring at each other for having to do conditioning in the one-hundred degree heat. I sighed, wishing that I hadn't had to do that, but I'd lost my cool.

"Leigh Ann."

"What?" I snapped, turning my face towards whomever had called my name.

Harold Flannigan had his hands held up defensively, ready to step back. "Whoa, girl, calm down. I just needed your signature on the ticket slip."

I ran a hand through my hair, rubbing my face irately. Shit. Not good to snap at the assistant manager. "Sorry, Harold. I didn't get much sleep last night."