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Knowing

Viktor Krum
February 1, 9:00 P.M.
Officer's Quarters

She was crying when he Apparated into her room. She was looking out her window, to the destroyed building that was once a part of her school. Her back was turned to him, but he could see her thick, chestnut hair, let loose about her shoulders. He was glad that she decided to keep it long. She was dressed in a simple tanktop and a pair of what she called "shorts." Normally, he would have loved the look of them, and just looking at her in them would make his mouth water on sight. But seeing the burns and bandages along her legs took that away, and he felt ashamed that he couldn't protect her. And then, before, when...

He didn't deserve her after what he'd done.

Leigh Ann didn't turn around, but he knew that she knew that he was there. Her soft voice told him that much. "All of that destruction...and one of my own severely wounded." Now she turned, her big hazel eyes clouded with tears. "Viktor, what did any of us do to deserve this? Why have these Circle members decided to come out now? There are enough problems in England, and with whatever you've run off to do."

Does she know? he wondered, wanting to walk up behind her and hold on, never to let go. "I..."

"I'm not finished," she whispered, turning back out to look at the dark, night sky. "I am eighteen years of age, almost nineteen. I'm engaged to the one and only Viktor Krum, and I'm one of the top twenty in my class of one-hundred. I should be so, so very happy. But I've been walked out on during the engagement party for my fiance's family...I've had sex, and then my partner has just walked away from me."

He cringed when he heard her say "sex." She'd never referred to it as that—always as "making love." He knew that she was trying to put a point across.

"Do you know how hard it is to walk into a room of people you don't know...with no one to walk towards? To see the face of your mother, your best friend, and your supposed true love's best friend staring at you with pity? To wake up after a night full of pleasure, to be alone in a large, cold bed." Her voice hadn't trembled until the word "pleasure." Just thinking of how tight she'd been, how receptive to his ministrations, made his pants tight and his eyes narrow as he stared at her.

No...no, I must not think of this!

"So tell me, Viktor," Leigh Ann said softly, turning to look at him, "where the hell have you been goin'? What is so damn important that you leave me not once, but twice?"

He set his jaw as he stared at her dark, beautiful face. "Protecting you."

Her hazel eyes narrowed as she placed her hands on her hips. Those hips that I grasped as I thrust into her tight sheath, making her scream my name, and— "What?"

He clenched his teeth to stop thinking about that—he had to, for her sake. "If they found you...if they knew about us...you vould be in danger. I half made it not so." In a...way.

"'They,'" she mocked, throwing her hands up in the air. "'Grindelwald.' I'm so sick of him, I'm so sick of all of this!" She bit her lip as she readied to hit something, then thought better of it. She took a deep breath as she relaxed her fist. "You do realize that I love you Viktor...right?"

No, please, Leigh Ann... his thoughts pleaded, when he thought of where this was going. "Just as I loff you."

She set her jaw and strode across the room, standing in front of him with her fists clenched. If this had not have been such a serious moment, he would have laughed at the vision she made, her angry face tilted up to look him in the eye, her fists clenched. "Then tell me one thing."

He remembered kissing her neck before they'd made love, promising her one thing: Anything, my love. He knew that saying it would break any promise he'd made himself. "Yes?" he asked softly, wishing that he could take the pain from her eyes.

Those same eyes started tearing up once more. "What did I do wrong?"

It took him a moment to understand. Leigh Ann—his Leigh Ann—was asking what she had done wrong. It took all of his strength not to laugh a that, but he kept from it. He reached up to cup her face in his hands, and he felt her shaking underneath his palm. "You half done nothing wrong, my loff."

"Then why won't you...why haven't you..." She blushed, frustrated, as she tried to find the words. He quickly discovered that she was just too embarrassed to say them. "I want you, Viktor. And you've pushed me away." Her large hazel eyes looked up to him. He couldn't do anything but stand there, stunned. Her eyes narrowed. "Like this! What did I do wrong, Viktor? This was what I'd been afraid of all along! Did I...not do...somethin'...right?"

Her entire face was red, including the tops of her breasts and all down her neck. He couldn't believe that she was actually asking him if she'd done something wrong when they'd slept together! On the contrary, it was everything that she did right, and he did wrong.

"Did you not...like it?" He remembered how insecure she'd been before they'd made love. This only made him want her even more.

Viktor smiled as he gently placed his hands on her waist, pushing her back up against the wall near them. She looked up at him and gasped as he parted her legs with his knee to rub friction against the part he knew that she wanted it most. He heard her sexy, lust-filled moan, and he pressed his body against hers, feeling her breasts push up against him. He leaned down and started showing attention to the soft spots on her neck that he knew she liked.

"You," he whispered, pressing his erection against her thigh, "did everything right. If this has anything to do vith it..." He removed his knee and replaced it with his erection, grinding their hips together. He loved watching her reactions to all of this, how she bit her lower lip to keep from crying out, and how her eyes sparkled in lust and wonder.

He groaned as she lifted up one leg, hooking it behind his back. The friction between their bodies mounted as he started showing attention to her breasts. His hands couldn't find enough skin as he gently bit and licked and sucked on her neck. All he could think about was being inside of her once more, holding her close, hearing her screams—

That was when he pushed away from the wall, turning and leaning against the very far, opposite one. He hid his face in shame as he thought of what he'd just about done to her again.

"Oh no you don't," she said angrily behind him, grasping his arm to pull him around. "Not this again, Viktor! I want you, a-and so, y-you..." Her face was beet red as she stamped her foot and crossed her arms over her chest. Again, it would have been a very funny moment if not for the seriousness of everything.

"You vant me to make loff to you again," he said softly, feeling his heart fall in agony. He gently took her face in his hands and kissed those soft, delectable lips. I would...Leigh Ann, if only you knew. He shook his head and simply told her, "I cannot."

"Why?" It was heart-wrenching to watch her eyes well up with tears, to see the pain in her eyes.

He silently looked around the room for her pensive that she kept with her at all times. It was on her bedside table. He grasped it and looked into it's reflective waters, urging himself to do it, to show her what he'd done. "I must show you," he said softly, taking her hand in his, setting it on the pensive. He took his wand and extracted the memory slowly, painfully.

And then he put it into the pensive.

Leigh Ann
9:47 P.M.

I had no clue what he was doing. All I could feel were the hormones being crazy inside of me and the incessant annoyance building from his distance. He used to be able to tell me everything—hell, he couldn't keep a secret from me...until now.

He gently took my hand into his callused one, looked me in the eye, and kissed my knuckles. "I must show you," he whispered again, nodding.

Suddenly I was pulled with him, into the pensive. The room was small, dirty, and filled with mildew. There was only a single light above us, flickering against the stone walls.

"Where are we?" I asked, tightening my grip on his hand.

Viktor simply replied with, "Bunker."

I saw three cloaked figures standing in front of dream-Viktor, all cloaked as he stared at them without emotion. He asked something that I knew wasn't Bulgarian, and he had to translate it for me. "What do you need me to do to prove to you that I am who I am? I am for Him. He is a savior to our country against the Mud-blood kind." He knew that I hated that word, but he'd said it anyways.

"What language is this?" I asked, my back stiff with dread.

"Russian."

"You speak Russian?"

"Hush."

The three men nodded their heads together. The group never looked away from him, nor did they turn to move. "You will bring us the blood of a virgin to prove your worth," one said, Viktor tersely repeating it in English. My heart instantly stopped.

The other said, "You will then mix it into a potion—"

"—and drink it." The third one nodded, which made the other two nod. "We will give you the other ingredients after you bring us the blood. It will connect you to us. We will save some of it to finish your markings."

Viktor could feel the burning on the back of his neck, as if it were incomplete. "For Grindelwald," he said seriously, never thinking of her.

"For Grindelwald."

There was a pause as the men said a few more things, but Viktor did not explain them. "I could not let you be in danger," he said softly, as if it excused his actions. The scene changed, and I was watching the men standing over Viktor, their hands out. "They vere reading my mind." I nodded, suddenly understanding his pained expression.

I took a deep breath, knowing that I would hate the answers to all of my questions. My hand felt sweaty in his grasp. "What are they lookin' at."

He swiped his hand and I caught a glimpse of Viktor, his back heaving as he plowed into a woman on a bed. For a moment, I had an awful feeling that he had slept with another woman, and this was his way of showing it. That was when I heard my own voice cry out his name. He looked menacing above me, his hands gripping my hips savagely as he plowed into my—then—very willing body. My voice sounded almost...hurt.

The vision went away quickly, and Viktor was silent. "Is...is this what you saw our love as?" I asked in a voice that was almost non-existent. "Really?"

He clenched his jaw and nodded as he watched the men let Viktor stand. "Very well," Viktor translated the men for her, "you have passed our test." When he chanced a look over at me, I tried to hold my anger back as he handed the men a vial of virgin blood—my virgin blood.

"Are you sure that we should trust him?"

"What other choice do we have?"

"His father was killed by Grindelwald."

"And he just raped a virgin for his own pleasure. Not only a virgin, but one of his own students! What do you think he's doing?"

Viktor Krum
10:30 P.M.

"I've seen enough," he heard her say in a shaky voice. The next instant, both of them were standing back in her room, her hands shaking. For a moment, she was silent. She couldn't look at him as she turned away from him, moving back to look out the window.

He stared at her—she was beautiful, wonderful, and everything that he couldn't have. He knew that she must have thought of him as a monster, using her for her virgin's blood, one of the most magical things in the world...at least to her.

"How could you?" she whispered, turning to wards him with fury in her eyes. He had no words as he looked to the floor, staring at her bare feet. "Viktor!" she shouted, punching him in the chest once, twice. "Damn! How could you?"

He couldn't bare to look at her. "I am sorry, my loff."

"Sorry. You're sorry? How could you look at that night, and think...how could you show them that? That you raped me?" Her next hit made him look up at her, and she had such a fury in her bright eyes. He hadn't seen such fury since before she'd been taken by the Circle. "What the hell, Viktor! You took one of the most magical nights of my life and turned it into that sick, twisted memory!" The desperate look that she had on her face must have been mirrored by his. "You made me see stars. You made me climb mountains. And you thought that you raped me."

"Your screams..." he breathed, barely a whisper. He had to clench his eyes shut to try and forget them. "I vill not forget how in pain you sounded."

Leigh Ann looked at him incredulously, her beautiful lips hanging open slightly. "You thought...my screams...?" She gave off an irritated huff and paced across her room a few times, shaking her head back and forth all the while. "Every breath that I breathed...it wasn't in pain. The way you made me feel was...incredible."

"I hurt you."

"A few little pricks of pain?" she asked, giving off a small, humorless laugh. "Hurt a billion times less than when I woke up in a cold, empty bed." And, with that, Leigh Ann Apparated out of the room.

How will they get over this, you ask? Well...ask me that when I write it.