A/N: Welcome to my Vikmione compilation! Here is where one-shots, story starters, and the like come to gain freedom! Something may or may not get a full story out of it, we'll see. If they do, I'll update that chapter to state it has gained independence from this compilation
Here's a quick little one-shot. Enjoy!
Summary: Collection of non-related Vikmione one-shots; Viktor blindfolds Hermione and shows that sometimes life's most beautiful moments can be found after facing one's fears.
Words: 360
Prompts:
-(dialogue) "There's no need to be afraid."
"Blindfold"
"There's no need to be afraid."
"Viktor, you have me blindfolded and you just directed me to sit on a broom. I'm terrified," Hermione confessed, clutching at his hands tightly. He had pulled her out to the orchard behind the Burrow, claiming it would best fit the date night idea he had. They already had a surprisingly intimate candlelit dinner for two in the garden, the rest of the family conspicuous in their absences. It was their third official date after she graduated from Hogwarts and she was sure that the Weasleys were trying to make sure everything went well. Once they had finished with dinner–which was most certainly Molly's cooking, Hermione could tell–Viktor told her he had a surprise for her. So far, he's dinged two of her fears: loss of control and flying. What would he think of next?
"Don't worry, I have you. I won't let you fall," he murmured, mounting the broom behind her. Hermione felt his arms surround her, one gripping the broom in front of her tightly, the other curling around her waist to pull her to him. Hermione leaned back into his grasp, soaking up his warmth in the chilly dusk air, and Viktor rested his chin on her shoulder. Still blindfolded, Hermione felt the broom lift into the air.
Her heart hammering in her chest, Hermione put her whole trust into Viktor, into making sure he wouldn't drop her. He would keep her safe. He wouldn't let her fall.
"You can take off the blindfold now," he whispered into her ear, causing her to shiver. Hermione reached up with one hand to remove the blindfold, the other hand white knuckled on the shaft of Viktor's Firebolt. Viktor held the broom surprisingly steady. Hermione let the strip of red fabric flutter to the ground, and looked up, gasping at the sunset before them. The sun was just past the horizon, splashing the sky with colors from pink to yellow to blue to purple, quickly fading to black that was dotted with speckles of white and yellow stars.
"It's beautiful," Hermione whispered. Viktor placed a kiss on her cheek.
"Yes you are,' he agreed.