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Secrets

Viktor Krum
April 1, 1996, 10:45 A.M.
DADA Classroom

"All I need from you over the veekend is a tvelve inch report on Curses used in the Civil Var. You are dismissed. Mees Neelsoon, please stay after class." Viktor turned his back as the students scraped their chairs against the perfectly polished floors and shuffled out, talking softly and murmuring about the safety of their class. He used to laugh about their gay chatting, about how they would laugh and talk and be the way teenagers always would be—now, they were scared. He'd lost a fourth of all of his classes already. His Advanced Placement class was no different. He'd lost his one Air Force student after the fire attack.

"You needed to see me, Professor?" Leigh Ann asked, a smirk in her sparkling hazel eyes. She was finally filling out in her uniform once more. The smaller uniform she'd had to buy was now too small for her curving frame.

Viktor sent a spell at the door, closing it, and then grasped the clip in her hair to let her curling locks fall into his hand. "Breathe."

Leigh Ann closed her eyes and leaned her face into his hands, taking a deep breath. "Alright."

He leaned down and kissed her, waving his wand and thinking of her mind. He was instantly rewarded with feelings only—her lust for him, the sweet feeling of love. He couldn't get any further than that before a metal wall fell over her mind and he was completely blocked out.

She was blocking him from her mind. Somehow, she'd become adept in closing off her thoughts. If he hadn't known better, he'd think that she was hiding something from him. But this was his Leigh Ann—she was only preparing herself to keep away dark Wizards.

Right?

"Very good," Viktor said softly, smiling at her as she opened those beautiful hazel eyes. He was happy that she seemed better after her sickness a few days before. Her face didn't seem so thin or sickly. And now that she was gaining weight, her curves were just... sŭvŭrshenstvo.

"You're not too bad yourself," she said softly, smiling a smile that was meant only for him.

"I can no longer see into your mind. I imagine that in more stressful situations, you may hold up even stronger, my loff." He could understand how the KKK hadn't infiltrated her mind when she'd been captured. Her will was stronger than ever. "How are classes going, loff?"

She stepped away from him, sitting on his desk and looking delicious. "I'm havin' trouble with Calculus. I just can't get Magical Derivatives to make sense! Derivatives themselves are difficult, but addin' magic to them just hurts my brain." Tuesdays were her "Muggle Class" days. He couldn't help her with anything in her Muggle Classes, least of all something that involved Calculus. He felt awful because she looked positively confused as she leaned back and stared out the window behind his desk.

But something was wrong. She looked a little green. Was she still sick from weeks ago? "I cannot help you vith that or I vould. Maybe you should rest? You do not look healthy, little vun. Is something vong?"

"Nothing!" she said quickly, flying up to her feet. She said this too quickly and started backing out of the room, her books held tightly to her chest. She started mumbling something about studying for her Magical Theory test before waving her wand to open the door and rushing out.

Obviously, something was wrong, and he was going to find out.

Leigh Ann Nelson
April 2, 10:34 PM
Officer's Bunk

"I'm pregnant."

No...no, not quite.

"Viktor...I'm havin' a baby."

Hmm...I don't know about that, either.

"You're gonna be a dad!"

I stood in front of the mirror in my room, flicking my wand at it as the different "me's" told Viktor about our child. Each one made me look more ridiculous than the next, so I flicked my wand again and turned it off. All that was left was a view of me in one of Viktor's button-up shirts and some white socks, standing barefoot and looking like a moron talking to myself.

I turned to the side and held his shirt taught around my stomach, trying to see if my normal pooch was just showing or if my baby was growing. There was a definite bump where there had never been one, so I took a deep breath and stared myself down in the mirror, letting the flowing fabric drape itself, hiding my baby. I stared.

Hard.

"Viktor, the amazin' sex we had turned into a small fetus in my uterus." My face in the mirror scrunched up and I gave up, bitterly tearing the hair tie from my ponytail and letting it fall onto my shoulders. I felt that I should probably cut it again, but Viktor liked, it, so... "Gah! I'm such an idiot!"

"Vhy is my beautiful voman an idiot? I believe that she is very smart."

I jumped and turned around, surprised to see him there. My hands instantly flew to my stomach before they flew to my sides. He was standing in the floo door-way, leaning against the wall and looking me up and down. "Viktor!"

"You are vearing my shirt," he stated, a hunger in his eyes. He walked towards me slowly, already in his sleep pants and looking superbly wonderful. He reached me and slowly wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close and resting his forehead on mine. "I loff it vhen you vear my clothes. Vhy are you an idiot, loff?"

Oh, Lord, he smelled so nice. He was warm and amazing and all I wanted to do was tell him. Unfortunately, it wasn't something you just "said." I wrapped my arms around his body and dug my face into his chest, just wanting to be near him. "I just am."

Viktor chuckled softly, his strong arms around me and keeping me feeling safe and warm and wanted. "Vhat is vong, dear heart? Are you stills seeck?"

I opened my mouth to tell him, but I just couldn't find the words to say it. I'd been practicing all morning and I couldn't figure out how to say three words. "Just...just hold me."

His lips were hot against my ear. "Gladly." Suddenly I was being picked up and carried bridal style to the bed. He gently sat me down and gave me a long, gentle kiss that left my insides all mushy and warm. "Vhy are you not alveady in bed? My class vill be early tomorrow morning."

I snuggled into the comforter, glad that he climbed into bed next to me. "I have a lot on my mind."

"Something important?" he asked, grasping my stomach and pulling me to spoon with him.

I gasped and hoped that he couldn't feel my baby bump. A hot blush filled my cheeks as my butt settled onto his member, hot and solid behind me. "You have no idea," I whispered, trying not to push back against him, trying not to feel that heat coil in my belly...

My wonderful Viktor Krum started kissing along my neck, his stubble gently brushing against my skin. "Do not let this var vorry you." He had it all wrong—that wasn't what I was thinking of, although it should have been. "It vill all blov over."

"What?" I rolled out of his grasp and on top of him, pinning him with my legs. His chocolate eyes were surprised as I put my hands on his chest and stared him down. Now I'm thinking of it! "No, don't you take the side of that Special Agent pig!"

Viktor looked genuinely surprised. "Vhat? You mean Glorvia?"

"Yes! That demeanin', awful Government drone kicked me out of a meetin' about the Ku Klux Klan, and—"

Suddenly I was the one being controlled, suddenly on the bottom of one very large Bulgarian Seeker. He kissed my nose and looked at me knowingly. "You vill get a, ah, a oolser? If you keep this up."

It was so hard to keep a straight face when he said it like that. I groaned and tried to get away from underneath his deliciously male frame, but I couldn't. "I can't not involve myself in this! Just like you have to do whatever you have to do in Bulgaria, I have to do this here." I leaned up and kissed his perfect, full lips. "They're hurtin' the people I care about."

Viktor rolled off of me, lying his head on my stomach. I blushed, hoping he wouldn't think of what might be in there, and ran my fingers through his curly hair. "You are the vun I care about. I do not vant them to hurt you. Stay avay from Glorvia. I do not troost him."

"This is no different than you goin' out and seein' those men whom I don't trust," I said softly. "I worry about you when you're gone, just as you worry about what is goin' to happen here. The only way to stop either of us is for these wars to end. I don't think that's happenin' any time soon."

Viktor put a hand on my hip, gently kissing my stomach through the fabric. "I vant to be vith you vhen I can." Slowly, that hand moved up my side and took the shirt along with it.

**************RATED M************

Viktor Krum
11:03 P.M.

He looked up to the woman he loved and watched for her reaction. He'd wanted to make love to her again for so long...he knew it was wrong, but she was his, and she wasn't rejecting his love, and she had told him that she wanted to be with him! She'd wanted him that day after the fire. She'd wanted him to make love to her. She was sexually frustrated, like him, and he couldn't let his one mistake keep them from release.

He wasn't prepared when she leaned up from her position to kiss him gently on the lips. Fire instantly sparked inside of him. He gently parted her lips with his, letting his hand caress her smooth cheek. Her hand was now blazing hot against his chest, and he wondered how he felt to her.

Their lips brushed slowly back and forth, the stubble of his chin and lip gently scratching against her skin. This kiss was nothing more than a simple caress, but it was enough to drive him wild. He had to control himself not to touch his tongue to the seam of her lips. Had to control himself not to throw her on her back and take her hips in his hands and pull her up to him with all of his might. He wanted his seed deep inside her womb, to make her scream and call his name and wrap those long, dark legs around his waist and let him thrust into her like a stallion to a mare.

She slowly pulled away, her eyes closed as he fought to control himself, and her lips were still slightly parted. She opened her eyes, which were shimmering, and looked at him questioningly. "I… I'm…"

He didn't allow her to finish. He just wanted… her. Leaning up off the bed to where he was sitting up, he kissed her back.

Leigh Ann wrapped her arms around his neck, welding their bodies together. When his tongue slid past her lips and into her mouth to flicker against her meek one, she whimpered slightly. He knew what he wanted, and hoped it was the same as what she wanted. He wanted this—he wanted her, forever.

Viktor pulled away and straddled her rapidly, kissing down her neck. His tongue followed after each kiss.

She squirmed from under him, complete want in her whimpers. "V-Viktor…"

"Shh…" he assured her softly against the blistering skin of her throat. "I von't hurt you…" He let his lips nibble her neck gently, his tongue leading a trail across her collarbone. He nibbled on that skin, tasting his woman.

"V-Viktor," she breathed roughly, making him tighten his thighs around hers to prevent himself from taking her before she could handle his length.

"Leahn..." He didn't know what he would do if she made him stop. He didn't have to worry, though.

She grabbed his face roughly in her hands and pulled his lips back up to hers. She took control, her tongue brave and exploring, her lips hot and plump against his. Then she let her hands run down his chest. Her whole body was blazing hot now, his lips sweltering against hers.

Leigh Ann pulled his shirt over his head in a manner that was almost savage. She traced around his nipples, dragging down and tracing between and around each and every muscle on his hard stomach.

Suddenly her hand found the scar he'd gotten in a battle, the one right before he'd first made love to her. She gasped and traced it gently, pulling away from him slowly. He felt his groin ache more at the disappointment of their separation.

Then she touched the scar gently, following its trajectory down his stomach and behind his back, where she put her full palm on place where he had taken the curse. Her pain-filled eyes looked up to him, and he just touched the slight dimple on her cheek with his lisp, slowly dragging his lips down.

Leigh Ann took his face in her hands and pulled his lips up to hers once more, slowly parting his lips and showing him that she had power, her tongue meekly flickering against his lips. A low moan escaped his throat, but he wasn't going to allow her to be the one with the power held over him. He was going to show her that he knew how to drive her crazy.

He quickly dove into the kiss and took control, his tongue sliding into her mouth and overpowering hers, pulling and sucking on her lips, growling protection in a way that made her squirm uncertainly underneath him. She didn't pull away though. She only pulled him closer, down on top of her. She was panting now, moaning into his lips as she clung tighter to him.

He then used one hand to slide its way up her leg and under the shirt she was wearing. She didn't notice, and he barely saw it himself. He was too interested in taking her all the way in. His other hand gently ran over one of her beautiful breasts, making her take a deep breath as she moved beneath him. He gently molded her beneath his hand, taking her moans into his mouth.

He knew he had to stop, though. They couldn't go any further, no matter how much he wanted to, no matter how much it hurt not to. He had hurt her, he couldn't hurt her again!

Viktor urged her kisses to slow, but he didn't stop how much passion he put into their embrace. His groin wanted so much more, but his brain knew better. And he…he wanted to kiss her.

He wanted to kiss his fiance.

She whined at the loss of his lips, wrapping one leg up and around his waist. He groaned. "Leahn, are you sure?"

Her feet hooked into the waistband of his sleeping pants, pushing them down his legs. "Shut up and kiss me," she breathed sexily.

The hand that was under her shirt quickly ripped off her underwear. She looked and smelled exactly like he remembered, possibly even better. She had started filling out once more in her waist and stomach, which pleased him. Everything about her excited him.

Viktor obliged his woman and kissed her full on the mouth, unbuttoning the top of her shirt so that he could taste her breasts. All the little gasps and sighs that she made made this worth it for him. If all he could do in life was please her, his life would be complete.

He grasped her waist and started kissing down the opening he'd created in the shirt she was wearing. He spent extra time between her breasts and at the dip of her belly button. She wasn't a giggling kind of woman—she laughed loudly as he tickled her. It was a laugh that was open and completely his woman and made him more ready to please her. Her laughing slowed, though, as soon as his trail continued even lower.

"Viktor, what are you—?"

Looking up, his eyes told her to be quiet. He wanted to please her so that they never had to be parted again. He kissed down her thigh, throwing her legs over his shoulders and pulling them apart. Her smell itself almost drove him over the edge.

Very slowly he kissed the little ball of nerves, pulling it between his lips and sucking. Her hands flew to his scalp, her nails digging in as her heels dug into his back. He let his teeth pluck at her while his thumb delved inside of her. She gasped his name as he sucked, nibbled, and teased her to the brink of pleasure.

"N-no..." she gasped, her breathing erratic as she groaned and leaned her head back on the head board. He wasn't trying to make her uncomfortable. All he wanted to do was show her the multiple ways that he could love her.

He made her come softly, using loving words and soft nibbles. Her moans stirred him as his tongue delved inside of her, tasting the sweet taste he'd only had once before. If he had his way, he would have it many, many times and many, many nights.

She started breathing normally as he kissed up her body once more. Her face was flushed and her eyes were lidded as she looked up at him. Her lips, swollen and parted, whispered his name as she reached for him. Her hair was wild and begged to be grasped, so he did.

Slowly, finally ready, he eased into her. Ah! Still so tight... She didn't gasp in pain like she had the time before. This time she moaned and reached for him, wrapping her legs around his waist and pulling him close to her. She looked nothing but beautiful in his shirt, thoroughly romanced and nothing but his.

This time their love was slow and wonderful. He didn't want to hurt her again. Seeing the bruises he had left on her body, seeing the bites and scratches...

They were close, shadows moving in the night. He wanted to show her how much he loved her. He wanted to show her that she had his body, his soul, and his heart with every thrust, with every sigh. Her heart was right where it should have been—next to his, beating erratically as her walls started to contract around him.

Viktor groaned as Leigh Ann whimpered, asking for him to please, please help her go over the edge, to love her forever and never let her go. He would never, as long as he willed it, let her go.

Her tight walls felt so wonderful around him. How had he found this woman? How could he not caress her curves and kiss her softly as she hit her peak? He held her legs apart as he finished for himself, hoping to prolong her orgasm and see more of this uncontrolled beauty.

His seed spewed into her, and for a moment, all he could hope for was a child. A beautiful child with her eyes, her smile, and he hoped that it would be as beautiful as she was at the moment.

*********END********

He fell next to her, breathing hard, and grasped her stomach. He chanted a few words that he had looked up on his own time, words that increased fertility for the next few days. Her stomach, already beautifully taught and round, was in a position that made him imagine that it was already true.

If she was pregnant, however, he would already know. She would have told him and it would have been obvious, at least to him, after almost four months. He would just have to wait and hope. And give her a small magical boost.

She breathed deeply a few more times and turned to him, a radiant, if not sleepy, smile plastered on her face. "Now, was that so hard?"

"I vas very hard, loff," he purred in her ear, making her gasp and hit him. He laughed with her and wrestled with her to give her a sloppy kiss, which only made her laugh more. Viktor wanted times like this to last forever. He couldn't wait to be her husband and have her like this every night, just for him. Unfortunately, he knew that this moment couldn't last forever.

He knew it as soon as the mark on the back of his neck burned, along with the scar on his back. He cringed and she noticed immediately. "Viktor, what's wrong?" she asked, sitting up with him and putting her hands on his face. "Is it—?"

Viktor clenched his jaw and got out of the bed, pulling on his pants. He'd purposely left a set of robes in her dresser drawers for something like this. "I do not know vhen I vill be back."

"Viktor, don't leave again, there's something I need to tell you," she said quickly, standing up in her womanly glory. "I'm—you're—"

He swooped down and kissed her quickly, too angry with himself and Grindelwald to let her continue. "Tell me vhen I am back."

"You don't know when you'll get back. This is important, Viktor." Her big hazel eyes were on the brink of tears—he tried not to acknowledge it, he was already clearing his mind of all emotion. "Don't leave yet—"

"Tell the Headmaster that I vill be back to help vhen I can. He understands."

Her face, scrunched in anger after the passion they'd shared, was like a shard of ice to his heart. "Well I don't! This is important!"

The burning intensified, staggering him. He placed a hand on the back of his neck and cursed in his language. It must be important. "I vill be back soon, Leahn. Do not vait up for me."

With that, Viktor was gone once again. His scar was burning, his neck hurt, but nothing was worse than the image plastered in the back of his mind of the angry face of his love.

Do not worry, Leigh Ann. I will be back. I will listen when our lives are not in danger.

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