ermione stood in the kitchen, unable to tear her gaze away from the clock. Viktor was late. Really late.

She replayed their last few weeks and her heart beat faster.

Hermione felt a warm glow in her chest as she thought of Viktor's constant kindness. Unlike others, he didn't waver when he saw the scars on her skin. He hadn't looked at her with pity or outright pretended that they weren't there, Instead, his eyes blazed with a protective fury, before settling into the most breathtaking caring eyes she had ever seen. She had known deep in her bones that those words were true, that she didn't have to hide from him. He had held her so softly, so lovingly that she wished he hadn't let go, she'd wished she could build a safe, warm place in his arms.

Hermione looked at the clock again and sighed. It was well past midnight, and Viktor was still not back. She knew he had a practice game that day, so she assumed he was out celebrating with his team.

She tried to push away the twinge of disappointment that coiled in her stomach. It wasn't as if she had any right to be disappointed. They were just roommate maybe friends on a good day.

With a sudden start, Hermione found herself awake, her heart pounding with an unexplainable anxiety. She rose from her bed and moved, as if in a trance, to stand in front of Viktor's closed door. Her knuckles rapped lightly against the solid wood, sending a quiet echo down the barren hallway. When there was no response, a wave of worry washed over her. Her mind spun with various scenarios of Viktor losing control and spiraling to the floor.

Her pacing footsteps echoed through the silent kitchen, the ticking of the clock on the wall the only other sound. She bit her nails and briefly considered reaching out to someone who may know what happened, although she wasn't quite sure who that someone could be. Her heart was beating a steady rhythm of worry when an incoming owl pecked at the window. The bird extended its leg and offered a rolled-up newspaper.

As she unfurled the paper, her heart seemed to cease its beat for a moment. A knot of dread formed in her stomach as her eyes fell on the front page. There, in black and white, was Viktor. But he wasn't alone. A blond witch was clinging to his athletic frame, her fingers tangled in his beard, her smile as bright as the flash that must have captured the photo. Hermione could only stand there, the paper shaking slightly in her trembling hands.

Rage washed over in hot waves. How utterly stupid could she be? Of course, he wasn't hurt! Here she was worrying herself sick when he was out having a grand old time!

In a swift movement, Hermione threw the newspaper onto the kitchen counter. It landed with a soft flutter, the witch's smiling face staring up at her. Her heart felt like it was being squeezed, her mind spinning.

With her teeth clenched, she left the kitchen, heading towards the stables. The soft whinnying of the unicorn foal should have brought her comfort, but today, it was a hollow sound. She attempted to brush down the foal's silken mane, but her hands were shaking too much.

Her mouth tasted sour. Images flashed through Hermione's mind; the witch's arms wrapped around Viktor's muscular body, their bodies so close that there was no space left between them.

Suddenly, she couldn't be in the stables anymore. Hermione stormed out, leaving behind a concerned whinnying unicorn and confused mares.

She went back to the house and snatched up a handful of Floo powder from the mantle. She threw it into the fireplace and watched as green flames roared to life. Hermione's rage threatened to consume her as she stepped into the flames and shouted, "Balkan Institute of Magizoology!"

Hermione emerged from the fireplace at the Institute. She didn't bother greeting anyone or explaining why she was there. She moved straight to one of the cleared offices and tried to bury herself in towers of tomes.

But she couldn't concentrate. Every time she tried to read an article or write a report, images of Viktor with that witch flashed through her mind.

Eventually, Hermione gave up trying to work. She decided to head to Muggle Sofia for a change of scenery. Perhaps spending time away from all things magical would help clear her mind.

In Sofia, Hermione found herself in front of Milena's stand. The woman had only taken a look at her before ushering the British witch to come inside. She was a warm, comforting presence that Hermione desperately needed.

Hermione spent the rest of the day at Milena's stand, helping out where she could. The woman was all too happy for the company and didn't ask Hermione any prying questions, instead tried to cheer up with a warm pastry and a rather dramatic retelling of a story when she was younger.

When the stand finally closed for the day, Hermione found herself wandering aimlessly through Sofia. The sun had long since set, and the city was illuminated by twinkling streetlights. She watched as couples walked hand in hand, their laughter filling the air.

Her mind drifted back to Viktor. A wave of anger washed over her, quickly followed by a pang of sadness. How could she have been so foolish? Obviously, he would want a witch that wasn't stained and damaged by the war. Her hand tightened around her forearm, fingers tracing over the Mudblood scar.

But then again, why should she care? They were just roommate. Nothing more.

Hermione sighed heavily and sat down on a nearby bench. She looked up at the night sky, and a heavy sense of homesickness overcame her. Should she return to England? She violently shook her head. What a stupid question! Of course not! No man was worth ruining her career.

All she had to do was either find a new place to stay or wait a couple of weeks until the Institute was ready.

As she pushed open the door, the warmth of the hearth kissed her cheeks. The crackling fire danced and pranced around Viktor's tall silhouette. He was there, waiting for her in the living room.

"Her-my-oh-knee," his voice rolled off his tongue like honey, but it soured in Hermione's ears. "Your home."

"Obviously," she snapped, her words sharp as shards of glass.

Viktor approached her, a concerned frown etched on his face. His fingers grazed her wrist, halting her retreat towards her room. "Vait, wot's vrong?"

"Nothing!" she protested, a little too vehemently.

His eyes searched hers. "Vhy are you angry?"

"I'm not." She jerked her hand away from his grasp and darted towards her room. But Viktor stood there, his dark eyes tracing her every movement.

Hermione halted at the threshold of the stairs and spun around to face him. "If you are going to bring someone home let me know. I wouldn't want to intrude," she said, each word laced with acid.

A look of confusion washed over Viktor's face. "I'm not."

Her snort echoed through the room. "Right, well, thank you for going somewhere else then very considerate of you."

"Wot are you talking about?" His eyes mirrored his bewilderment.

Unconsciously, Hermione's gaze flitted towards the morning paper still lying on the coffee table. Viktor's gaze followed hers and he saw the cause of her anger.

"Her-my-oh-knee" He ran a hand through his hair, "it's not like that," he tried to assure her, but Hermione kept her stride up the stairs.

"It's not like what?" Hermione's voice wavered as she spun around to challenge him. She was mere steps away from the sanctuary of her room.

Viktor let out a sigh, heavy with weariness. "She came out of novhere, the cameras were vaiting." His words floated in the space between them, filling it with tension.

The explanation hit her ears but did nothing to ease the knot tightening in her stomach.

"Her-my-oh-knee," Viktor's voice grew softer, his Bulgarian accent thickening with each syllable. He strode behind her, his footfalls echoing in the quiet house. Hermione quickened her pace, aiming for the refuge of her room, but Viktor was quicker.

Before she knew it, he had reached for her, trapping her against the wall. His body pressed against hers, not touching but close enough to set off a shiver down her spine. His dark eyes bore into hers, pleading and desperate.

Dizziness washed over Hermione as she met his gaze. The intensity of his stare overwhelmed her senses and she looked away. But Viktor wasn't having it. His hand rose to cup her cheek tenderly, forcing her to look at him again.

"Nothing happened." His voice was soft but firm, each word etched with sincerity.

She should have been content with that; he didn't owe her an explanation. She bit her lip. If it had been nothing, why hadn't he come home?

"I don't care," she said, forcing herself to hold his gaze. Her heart pounded in her chest as his stare bore into hers and that scent of his that had become too familiar filled her senses. She swallowed hard before adding, "You can do whatever you want. You don't owe me an explanation."

"Den vhy are you mad?" Viktor's voice was soft, a gentle nudge against her stubbornness.

"I was worried," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "I thought something had happened to you."

Viktor's eyes softened and his lips parted slightly. "Oh, Her-my-oh-knee, I'm sorry I—"

She pushed him away abruptly. "Like I said, you don't owe me an apology. It's your life, you can do whoever you want."

"It wasn't like that," Viktor insisted, his eyes pleading with her to believe him.

"I don't care what you do or who you do it with, Viktor." Hermione bit back the lump in her throat and lifted her chin in defiance.

He dropped his gaze to the floor and nodded slowly. "I see." He lifted his eyes to meet hers again and offered a small smile. "I'm sorry for making you vorry."

Hermione bit her lip to keep it from trembling. She had to fight the urge to close the distance between them and remind herself that they were just roommates.


Days bled into each other like watercolor, leaving Hermione with a palette of emotions she struggled to understand. Viktor's house had become a silent echo of what it had been. They passed each other like strangers, they no longer sat together in peaceful quiet reading. Hermione, in turn, buried herself in her work, finding solace in the companionship of Bluey and the constant challenges of the Institute.

The Balkan mountain air felt like a soothing balm against her confusion, but it did little to clear her head. She found herself thinking about Viktor - his laughter, his constant teasing, and that night in the kitchen. But each thought was followed by a pang of guilt and a wave of uncertainty.

Now that she—they had time to cool off, she tried to find a reason as to why the article had bothered her the way it did. While it was true that she liked him, he was just her roommate. Right?

One morning, Hermione was alone in the kitchen. The room smelled of freshly brewed coffee and buttered toast. She had been chopping vegetables for a soup when she heard the soft pop of apparition. She turned around to find Viktor leaning against the door frame, pain etched across his face.

"Viktor?" Hermione dropped the knife onto the cutting board, her heart pounding against her ribs.

His eyes were stormy and his jaw was set. There was a bitter edge to his voice as he replied, "Got hurt during practice."

Without hesitation, Hermione crossed the room in three strides. Her hands fluttered over him like butterflies, gently prodding him to find where he was hurt. His breath hitched when she touched a spot on his ribs and she winced sympathetically.

"What happened?" she asked, keeping her voice steady despite the worry gnawing at her insides.

Viktor's lips twisted into a grimace as he began to explain. "I vas trying out a nev maneuver. One that involved the use of an extra feint. Hovever, I lost sight of a stray bludger and it sent me spiraling off my broom."

Hermione's brows furrowed in confusion. Even with her limited knowledge of Quidditch, that was rather odd. Viktor was an amazing flyer. She squinted her eyebrows at the Seeker. Something wasn't adding up.

"But you're always so careful," she protested, her voice thick with worry.

He shrugged, a small smile playing on his lips despite the pain etched on his face. " Wot can I say?" He shrugged, "Even the best fall sometimes."

"Why didn't you go see the Mediwitches?"

"I didn't vant to listen to coach nag anymore," he grumbled and rolled his eyes. "The man's got a voice like a banshee in heat."

Despite herself, Hermione chuckled at his comparison. But the amusement quickly faded as Viktor started to explain what went wrong in his maneuver. His words were heavy with technical jargon that made her head spin. Terms like 'looping dive', 'power roll', and 'zigzag feint' flew over her head.

"I didn't dodge the bludger at the right angle," he finally said in simpler terms, his voice laced with frustration. "It's my fault."

Hermione shook her head vehemently, refusing to let him blame himself for the accident. "No, it's not your fault," she said firmly. "Accidents happen, Viktor."

His eyes met hers then - dark and intense and so full of emotion that it made her breath hitch in her throat. He held her gaze for what felt like an eternity before he finally nodded in silent agreement.

In that moment, Hermione felt a pull towards him, a magnetic force that she had been trying to ignore ever since that night in the hallway.

She swallowed hard, trying to shake off the strange feeling. This was not the time or the place for such thoughts. Right now, Viktor needed her help. And she was determined to do whatever she could to ease his pain.

With newfound resolve, Hermione got to work. She guided him to a chair and stood between his thighs as she began to examine his injuries. His muscles were tense under her touch. His eyes never left her face as she worked, watching her every move with an intensity that made her heart flutter.

Her hands moved with practiced precision, her wand weaved through the air. She didn't realize how close they were until she felt his breath on her cheek, warm and steady.

"Thank you," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

Hermione's heart pounded in her chest as she looked up at him. The pain in his eyes had faded slightly, replaced by a softness that made her breath hitch in her throat.

"You're welcome," she replied quietly, unable to tear her gaze away from his.

"Hermione," Viktor murmured, his voice low and thick. The way he said her name, in that perfect English made her heart flutter.

His head dropped onto her shoulder, his warm breath tickling her skin.

"You said my name perfectly," she whispered, the words slipping out before she could stop them. She could feel the vibrations of his chuckle against her shoulder, a sound that made her stomach flip.

He shook his head against her shoulder, another soft chuckle escaped his lips. "I vanted—no needed to," he admitted after a moment. His voice was barely above a whisper.

Hermione furrowed her brows in confusion. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice shaky.

He didn't answer immediately. Instead, he lifted his head from her shoulder and met her gaze again. His dark eyes were full of an emotion she couldn't quite place.

"I fell because I vasn't paying attention," he confessed after a moment.

Hermione's heart pounded in her chest as she tried to make sense of his words. "Viktor, that's unlike you," she protested weakly. That didn't make sense, she knew how focused he usually was when he was in the air.

"I knov," he admitted with a shrug of his shoulders.

Hermione opened her mouth to ask what had distracted him so much when he took a deep breath and reached for her hands. His fingers were warm against hers, sending a jolt of electricity up her arm.

"The truth is, I couldn't—can't stop thinking about you," he confessed.

Her mouth opened and closed a few times as she tried to find the right words. But nothing came out. She could only stare at him, her mind racing to catch up with what he had just said.

Viktor squeezed her hands gently, pulling her back to reality. "I vas a Тъпак (dumbass) for not thinking of you. I vent home to my parent's house and I didn't think about the picture. Those pictures are nothing new, it is alvays meaningless gossip" he admitted, his voice full of regret. "I'm sorry."

Her chest tightened, she'd been so stubborn and foolish. How could she have not realized it sooner? He was a professional Quidditch player, of course, there would always be witches throwing themselves at him. The worst part is she had seen in it person and she had also seen the way he would avoid them like they had dragonpox. She bit her lip remorse twisting her stomach.

"Viktor, I—" Hermione started, her voice shaky. But she was cut off by his sad smile.

"I knov," he said softly, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on the back of her hand. "You said you don't care."

There was a sadness in his eyes that tugged at her heartstrings. She wanted to tell him that she did care, that she cared more than she should. She wanted to tell him that she'd been so stupid But the words stuck in her throat.

Instead, she squeezed his hand back, hoping that the gesture would convey what she couldn't put into words. They sat there in silence for a moment longer, their hands intertwined.

"But I need you to knov zomething," he continued, his words thick with his Bulgarian accent. "If you asked me hov many timez you came to my mind, I vould say only once, because you came and never left."

Hermione's breath hitched in her throat as she met his gaze. His dark eyes were soft. His sharp, crooked nose and cheeks were tinged pink, making her stomach flip.

He continued, "In the sky there are stars I can't count. In your eyes there are looks I don't understand. I just knov that you haff something that calls to my soul, something that settled there and took my heart. And it scared me to think you vould leave because I did not think of you."

A slow smile spread across her face as she reached out and cupped his cheek. "Oh, Viktor," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.

He took a deep breath, "please let me finish, Hermione," he pleaded and all she could do was nod.

A gentle smile tugged at the corners of his lips, smoothing away the tension lines etched on his face. "I fell in love even with the letters of your name," his low voice murmured in Bulgarian. Her breath hitched and for that moment she forgot to breathe. "I fell in love with your eyes, with your sweet smile, your voice." His hand caressed her chin as if it was made of silk. "I fell utterly and completely in love with you."

She felt dizzy. She was lost for words.

"You don't haff to say anything," he said with a sad voice. His eyes went to their hands and his thumb traced a scar she had gotten during the Final Battle. "I knov I messed up, I understand if—" Viktor continued, but Hermione stopped him.

"Viktor," she breathed, her voice soft and tender.

Her hands cupped his cheeks, his beard tickling her palms. His dark eyes were wide and sad, replaced by a look of surprise. Hermione's pulse quickened as she leaned closer to him. The world around them faded into a blur as she pressed her lips against his.

The kiss was soft, chaste, almost hesitant. But as soon as their lips met, an electric current shot through Hermione. Her heart pounded in her chest, her mind buzzed with a thousand thoughts and feelings. It felt like coming home after a long journey, familiar yet wonderfully new.

She pulled back slightly, their breaths mingling in the small space between them. Her hands lingered on his cheeks, her thumbs gently stroking his skin.

"First of all," she began, her voice shaky from the kiss. "It was my fault I didn't let you talk." She paused for a moment to collect her thoughts before continuing. "I'm sorry."

Hermione watched as Viktor's expression shifted from surprise to something softer, something that made her heart flutter in her chest.

His dark eyes sparkled with a light she had never seen before and his mouth spread into a wide grin that crinkled the corners of his eyes.

"Doez dis mean you forgive me?"

A slow smile spread across Hermione's face at his question. She leaned in again, brushing her lips lightly against his in a soft kiss that sent shivers down her spine.

"Yes," she murmured against his lips, her heart pounding in her chest.

Hermione could feel Viktor's relief in the way he exhaled, his breath warm against her lips. His hands came up to cup her face, pulling her closer as he deepened the kiss.

As his lips pressed against hers, a fiery spark ignited. The gentle tenderness of their earlier kiss dissolved, replaced instead by an insatiable hunger that overwhelmed them both. Not that Hermione cared.

Her fingers threaded through his hair, tugging lightly at the dark strands. His arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer until there was no space left between them.

Taking advantage of their bold position, Hermione slowly straddled Viktor. Her breasts brushed against his chest as she leaned forward, goosebumps forming on her tan skin in anticipation.

As Viktor pulled her into another passionate kiss, Hermione could feel the heat building up between them. She eagerly reciprocated, exploring his mouth with her tongue as their tongues danced playfully. The tingling sensation in her core intensified with every passing moment as Hermione ground herself against his hardening cock.

Breathless, she finally pulled back, groaning softly at the loss of his lips. Their eyes remained locked as Hermione took in Viktor's lustful gaze.

Viktor's pupils dilated as he looked up at her, his hands sliding sensually up her spine to caress the nape of her neck. With a deep growl, he pulled her in for another scorching kiss.

Just as his hand slowly moved from her neck to her lower back, there was a scruffy Bulgarian voice erupting from the Floo. "Krum!"

Hermione's eyes flew open in surprise, and she pulled back slightly to look at Viktor. He cursed under his breath, his brow furrowing in annoyance.

"Viktor, someone is calling you," she said, short of breath.

"Ignore him," Viktor said, his voice low and husky. He leaned in to kiss her again. His lips found hers but continued to kiss her until he reached the pulse point in her neck. His hand slid down to almost touch her ass, ghosting his touch over her trousers. Hermione squirmed trying to connect his hand to her.

But the voice from the Floo only grew louder and more insistent. "Krum! Get your ass out here now!"

Viktor groaned, pulling away from her with a frustrated sigh. "за бога! Wot does he want?"

"The fuck are you doing? If you don't come here I will drag your ass back to the stadium!" the old man's voice roared.

Viktor cursed again, running a hand through his hair. He looked at Hermione as if he had just been hit with a bluger, "I'm sorry, Her-my-oh-knee. I haff to go or he vill come."

Hermione nodded, trying to hide her disappointment.

Hermione watched him go, her heart pounding in her chest. She had been so lost in the moment, so caught up in the whirlwind of his searing kisses and teasing touches, that she had forgotten to tell him how she felt too.

She cursed herself for losing her mind to his strong hands and addictive lips.

She went to the kitchen and made herself a cup of tea, but it ended up getting cold in her hands. She couldn't stop smiling, her eyes staring in the direction of the living room where Viktor had been just moments ago.

She had known that she was attracted to him, maybe even liked him. But loved? That was such a strong word.

Her mind started to analyze the last couple of months, searching for evidence to support her newfound realization. He was kind, intelligent, funny, and... her thoughts stopped, and she stopped breathing.

He felt like home.

She had never felt so comfortable with anyone before, so safe. He made her laugh, he made her think, and he made her feel like she could be herself around him. She could read all she wanted without getting pesky comments, she could talk theories with him and instead of half-listening, he would engage with her, provoke her, tease her all while those obdsician eyes of his looked at her like she was the moon.

She couldn't imagine a life where he wasn't there, not one without his crooked nose and smile, his warm embrace, or his teasing.

A slow smile spread across her face as she realized the truth. She was in love with Viktor Krum.

She sighed, setting her cup down on the counter. Now all she had to do was figure out how to tell him. Nerves fluttered in her stomach as she realized that she had to verbalize her feelings.

Viktor hobbled into the kitchen, his steps unsteady and slow.

Hermione's eyebrows rose. Why was he limping?

He chuckled softly. "vell, that was about as enjoyable as listening to mandrakes," he said with a gentle smile, kissing her hand.

Suppressing the urge to ask about his injury, Hermione took a deep breath to steady herself.

As Viktor came closer, Hermione caught a slight hesitation in his stride. A momentary uncertainty passed over his face before he sat down beside her.

She was about to speak when Viktor's dark eyes settled on hers. "Her-my-oh-knee," he began tentatively, his voice uncertain. "Listen, I'm sorry about the kiss. I—"

"I'm not," she exclaimed, her tone firm.

The witch reached for his hands and their hands found each other, fingers intertwining naturally as if they had been made to fit together.

She tilted her head and a knot of nerves twisted her stomach. What if he regretted it? With one deep breath, she asked, "Are you?"

His grip tightened, his eyes searching hers. "No, never. I just didn't want you to feel задължен."

She gently released one hand from their embrace, her fingers trailing lightly over the rough texture of his beard. "I wanted to. I really did."

His eyes sparkled as he kissed her palm. "As for the confession," he continued, his voice brimming with confidence, "I vouldn't take back a word."

"Good," she replied, unwavering. "Because I feel the same way."

Surprise flashed across his face, his eyes widening slightly as her words sank in.

As Hermione's fingers gently traced Viktor's face, her heart swelled with an overwhelming sense of comfort and safety. His warm gaze enveloped her, leaving no room for doubts. She smiled softly, her thumb tugging at the edge of his beard, feeling the subtle prick of the coarse hairs against her skin.

"I...I fell in love with you the way you fall asleep, Hermione murmured, her eyes locked with his. "slowly, and then all at once."

Before she could say anything else, Viktor's lips descended upon hers. Viktor's lips met hers gently, his touch tender and soft. He cupped her face, his fingers tracing the contours of her cheek with ease, as their lips melded together in a passionate kiss. The kiss was slow and deliberate as if they were both savoring the moment. The warmth of his arms enveloped her, holding her close as they deepened the kiss, their breaths mingling.

"Vank the Gods," he mumbled against her lips.

Their lips met slowly again. Hermione could feel Viktor's breath on her skin, sending goosebumps dancing across her body. His lips were soft and warm, teasing her own with gentle flicks of his tongue. As the kiss deepened, she could taste the sweetness of his mouth, a flavor that was uniquely his .

Hermione's hands found their way into Viktor's hair, tangling softly and tugging at the strands. She pulled him closer, their bodies melding together.

With each stroke of their tongues, Hermione felt a surge of desire wash over her. It was as if their mouths were speaking a language that bypassed words and went straight to her heart and core.

In that hazy, passion-filled moment, Hermione knew that she was exactly where she was supposed to be. With Viktor's arms wrapped around her and their lips locked in a slow, passionate embrace, she felt an overwhelming sense of peace and contentment. This was love, pure and simple, and she would cherish every moment of it.

Hermione placed her hands on his shoulder and she leaned back slightly, needing a moment to catch her breath. Viktor's hands encircled her waist, and he grinned. At that moment Hermione was reminded of the first time he had really smiled back at Hogwarts.

"So you love me?" He flashed a playful grin as he asked, his tone light and teasing.

"Yes," she replied with a smile.

Viktor's hands squeezed the flesh of her waist. "Say it." His gaze softened as he met her eyes.

"Viktor," Hermione's voice lowered and leaned to whisper in his ear. His shoulders tensed and he gulped. She licked her lips, and not so accidentally brushed the shell of his ear with the tip of her tongue making him shudder. "Why are you limping?"

The way his shoulders comically dropped made Hermione almost snicker. She stepped back and now, did snicker. Viktor's face was a combination of sad-puppy eyes and disappointment.

Taking pity on the sulking Bulgarian, Hermione kissed the tip of his nose. She couldn't help but smile at the way his face instantly changed.

"I pulled a подколенно сухожилие."

"But you weren't limping when you came in."

Viktor scratched his beard and looked like a child who had been caught sneaking candy into their bed.

"Viktor." Hermione narrowed her eyes at the Seeker but felt her resolve melt when those dark eyes of his looked at her like she hung the stars.

He swept her hands into his with one fluid motion and kissed her knuckles. Hermione bit her lip and stood straighter. She was not going to let his kisses sway her. Which was a challenge much more difficult than she expected.

He wrinkled his nose and looked away. "I may haff used an Episkey ."

"Viktor Krum!" She swatted his shoulder. "You know how ridiculously stupid that is!"

Those puppy eyes stared at her and her stomach somersaulted. No! She steeled herself, she faced dementors she was stronger than a gorgeous wizard's dark eyes. Even if those eyes seemed to teleport her to another world.

"I knov." His brows furrowed slightly, and he shifted in the chair. "But I could not stay knoving you vere mad."

Her pulse quickened as she felt his gentle kisses on her hand. "Please Mila," the warmth of his lips against her delicate skin was intoxicating, and she couldn't help but let out a soft sigh both from his lips and mila, darling.

He turned her hand over and lowered his mouth to her palm. "The thought of you being mad had my mind spinning." The caress of his tongue against her skin was exhilarating. She felt her stomach flutter and her breath catch in her throat. Merlin that tongue of his made her clench her legs at the thought of what it could do.

Wait no! She snatched her hand, but her traitorous blush gave her away. She took a step back. Being so close to him obviously had certain effects on her that rendered her speechless.

"Well, I see. Thank you for that." Her head nodded slightly before straightening her back. "But that is still not an excuse to use Episkey on your muscles." Her eyes darted to his strong thighs, and she swallowed. "You know that it can cause more damage if you don't use it correctly. Which you, in fact, did not do."

"You are vorried about me?" He asked the corners of his lips lifted up.

"Of course!" She placed her hands on her hips. "Why wouldn't I?"

He gave her a smile that made her heart skip a beat. "That makes me happy, very happy to hear."

She rolled her eyes and slapped his shoulder. "It shouldn't. You're hurt."

"I vould jump into Fiendfyre to be with you." He declared with such intensity that it snatched her breath.

"I wouldn't let you," she met his eyes and her words escaped her because she knew she was speaking the truth. "Because I will be by your side."

For a moment, his eyes swept across her face before he tried to rise and embrace her. He stumbled but quickly placed his hand on the table. Once he gained his footing his strong arms wrapped around her. Her body instinctively surrendered, sinking deeper into his embrace.

"No jumping into or out of anything from now on, okay?"

"Da. Okay."

Hermione pulled away from Viktor's embrace. "Let's see if we can heal you," she said. She gestured towards the door but stopped.

She was going to need to examine his hamstring, which meant that he would need to take off his pants. Her cheeks flushed with an uncontrollable warmth that spread to her ears.

"Are you okay, Her-my-oh-knee?"

She shook her head, "Ah, um, yes! I was just trying to remember what salves I need." She was definitely not thinking about seeing him without pants.

"Mhm, lead the vay Miss Granger."


Hermione ran upstairs and grabbed her trusty beaded bag, her mind seemed to disconnect because the next thing she knew she was back in the living heart raced as she rummaged through her bag, searching for the salves she needed. She could feel Viktor's eyes on her, and it made her feel both nervous and excited. She found what she was looking for and turned to face him.

"Alright, Viktor, you need to take off your pants," she said, trying to sound confident.

Viktor raised an eyebrow. "My, my, vho knev Miss Granger vould be so direct," he said smirking at her in a way that was not helping her nerves.

She reminded herself that this was just a healing session. Nothing more.

He strode forward, like a lion about to pounce on an innocent, albeit very nervous gazelle. "Is that an order, or a request?"

Hermione rolled her eyes and transfigured the couch, making it bigger and higher. "Just do it, please," she said, trying to keep her voice steady.

Viktor's smirk grew and chuckled.

Hermione's heartbeat as she took a step back.

The smooth, sweeping motion of his hips caught her attention, and she couldn't help but feel a thrill run through her body. His confidence was undeniable as he stripped off his clothes, and her mind raced to places it shouldn't.

As he slid his pants down, his muscles rippled underneath. The way he moved so easily, with such control, only made her heart skip a beat. She had to fight back the urge not the bite her lip.

When the fabric was gone, he turned to her, a wicked smile playing across his lips. Hermione felt herself melt at the sight, her pulse quickening and her heart beating faster.

"Ready to get started?" he asked, and she nodded a little too eagerly.

He lay down on the couch, and Hermione could see the tension in his muscles. She took a deep breath and began with a spell to relax his muscles. Then, she started applying the salves to his thick legs.

As she worked, she couldn't help but admire the strength in Viktor's body. His muscles were taut and defined, and she could feel the power in them as she massaged them. She tried to focus on the task at hand, but her mind kept wandering.

Viktor must have noticed her distraction because he spoke up, his tone playful and flirtatious."Is something vrong, Her-my-oh-knee?"

Hermione shook her head. "No, I'm just trying to concentrate," she said, hoping he wouldn't notice the blush creeping up her cheeks.

Viktor chuckled again. "Mhm that feels so good . You're doing a great job," he said, his voice low and husky. "Those hands of yours are so good."

"Thank you," she mumbled. She was trying so hard to focus on the massage, but it was becoming increasingly difficult.

Hermione's fingers continued working his strong, defined hamstrings, kneading the tense muscles until she felt them relax beneath her touch. Viktor let out a contented sigh. "I'm good to go," his honeyed voice sang.

"I-I mean, your muscles are... better... I mean, they're... um..." She lowered her gaze, her cheeks flushing as she shifted to the balls of her feet.

"Wot's vrong Hermione ?" His seductive voice dropped even lower at the mention of her name, making her cunt throb.

"Nothing!"

Her hands went from strong and steady to slow and seductive as she moved her hand to his inner thigh. He flinched but didn't say anything. Gathering her Gryffindor courage, she continued massaging the inner spot of his thighs.

"Just being thorough," she clarified, her own voice dropped so low, that she barely recognized it.

"Dat'z good."

Her delicate hands snaked under his Quidditch jersey, the fabric brushing against her skin as she gently caressed his hard, toned back muscles beneath her fingertips.

"It's um— a good idea to check everything." Her hands traveled from his back to his thighs. The more she touched him, the more she wanted. It was like a craving she couldn't satisfy. "Just in case."

"Just in case." His silky voice repeated.

"Can... can you take off your shirt?" she asked softly, not meeting his gaze when he shifted to look at her. She could feel the heat in her cheeks as she waited for his response.

Viktor sat up and turned to look at her, his dark eyes filled with the same lust that mirrored her own.

"To be thorough, right?" He asked and his dark brow shot up.

Hermione's cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red. "Of course," she replied with a shaky voice.

He smirked, but he didn't protest, and she couldn't tear her eyes away as he peeled off the fabric, revealing his toned, nearly naked body.

Hermione's heart pounded in her chest as she began massaging his back and shoulders, her hands trembling slightly, as his muscles relaxed. His skin was warm and firm beneath her fingertips. She couldn't help but admire the way the low light danced across his muscles, accentuating every ripple and curve.

Emboldened by desire, her mind raced and her core ached to see more of him. Her voice came as nothing but a quake, "c-can you turn around?"

"Da." He complied without hesitation, and their eyes met in a heated exchange. His were glazed over with want, just like hers must have been. They were almost too much to bear.

Her breath caught in her throat as her gaze landed on his defined torso and toned arms. Merlin, he was gorgeous. The sight of his muscular physique sent another wave of desire coursing through her veins.

"Um right, can you lay down again?"

"Like diz?" He lay down with his arms resting on his stomach.

"No, um," she grabbed his hands and placed them next to his hips. "Good."

" Very good."

"Yes, um, right."

Hermione's hands traveled down his arms, kneading the tense muscles there before working her way back up to his shoulders again. They stared at each other; neither one of them willing to break eye contact first.

The witch's touch trailed down from Viktor's toned stomach to his thighs. Her eyes couldn't help but stray to the outline of his hardened cock through the fabric of his boxers. She bit her lip, trying to focus on the massage, but her body betrayed her with its own desire.

"Wot's, Hermione ?" he asked, his voice a low rumble.

"N-nothing," she stammered, her cheeks flushing red. Her fingers ghosted over the bulge in his pants, and she swore it twitched. But Viktor remained outwardly composed, the only giveaway being the fire in his dark eyes.

Hermione continued massaging his legs, but her gaze kept drifting back to the growing wet spot on his boxers.

Hermione's hand seemed to have a mind of its own as it drifted towards the growing wet spot on Viktor's boxers, drawn to it like a moth to a flame. But before she could make contact, his strong hand snatched hers, pulling her close. His body was hot and hard against hers. His cock pressed against her stomach, and she fought every nerve in her body not to move.

"Viktor," she breathed.

"Be careful vitch ," he hissed, his voice low and dangerous, sending a wave of thrill straight to Hermione's cunt. "I play for keeps," he closed their distance, and his hot breath tickled her skin. His dark eyes locked on hers and they seemed to stare into the depths of her soul, "are you okay vith that?"

She parted her lips to speak, but Viktor's hand found her jaw, his finger tracing her lower lip. "Think about it carefully," his finger moved to her upper lip. "Because if you say yes . I don't ever plan on letting you go. I made that mistake once. Never again ."

"Yes," she answered without thinking. But she assumed she didn't need to think because her body, heart, and mind screamed at her to say yes. It was like breathing, she didn't need to think about it, not when Viktor became her air. "I told you. I'm not leaving."

Slowly, deliberately, Viktor brought his free hand up to cup her cheek, brushing away a stray strand of hair that had fallen across her face. His touch was feather-light but sent shivers down her spine nonetheless. Her breath hitched as he tilted her chin upwards ever so slightly until their lips were just millimeters apart.

Hermione's heart raced as Viktor's lips met hers. This wasn't their first or even second kiss, but it felt different, it was different. It was his declaration, that he wasn't going to let her go.

His kiss was slow and passionate as if he was savoring every moment. He licked her lips, teasing her with his tongue before deepening the kiss. Hermione felt herself melting into him. She wondered if it was normal to become addicted to something so quickly.

Viktor's hands roamed over her body, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. His calloused, rough hands found the hem of her shirt, and his fingers hesitantly ghosted over the fabric. "You sure mila ?

"Yes," she whispered. She raised her arms and he swiftly removed her shirt, before throwing it next to his pile of discarded clothes.

He then gently unbuckled her belt, allowing her trousers to fall to the floor.

Viktor's eyes sparkled as he took in her sleek body, the curves of her hips, and her exposed skin. "So beautiful."

Viktor leaned in and pressed his lips to Hermione's neck. He trailed kisses upwards, stopping just shy of her breasts. It was as if an invisible force stopped his hand in its tracks. Hermione couldn't help but grab his hands and place them on her breasts. She moaned in pleasure as Viktor kneaded them, his rough fingers massaging her sensitive flesh.

Viktor carefully undid the clasps of Hermione's bra, allowing it to fall to the ground. "Fuck," he cursed, but the word seemed to be stuck in his throat because he gulped and licked his lips.

His eyes lingered, slowly tracing the contours of her bare breasts, the way they rose and fell with her shallow breaths. He leaned forward, his lips brushing against her nipple.

"Толкова си красива," (You are so Beautiful) he whispered, his voice low and gruff.

Viktor continued to tease Hermione's nipple with his lips, sucking on it and nipping at it with his teeth. As he did so, he used his other hand to knead her other breast, rolling and pinching her nipple until she moaned. The Seeker continued to tease her until her forehead rested on his shoulder.

"You are not naked," she panted.

He hummed and his lips found her neck again.

"It's not fair," she whimpered.

Viktor stood up, his boxers pooling at his feet, revealing his hard, thick cock and Hermione's cunt throbbed with a burning need in response.

Unable to control herself any longer, Hermione's hands reached out on their own accord, caressing the length of him. He was hot and hard in her grip, "Майната му миличка," (fuck darling) he moaned as she wrapped her fingers around him. She stroked him slowly at first, marveling at the feel of him in her hand. His eyes were hooded with desire as he watched her every move.

Gods that sound was so hot. She needed more. Hermione increased her pace, twisting her wrist ever so slightly as she massaged the head of his cock with her thumb. Viktor's breathing became ragged and he closed his eyes, throwing his head back in pleasure.

"по дяволите," (damn it) he groaned through gritted teeth. "Побъркваш ме." (You drive me crazy.)

She leaned forward and kissed the tip of his cock before running her tongue down its length.

"мамка му!" (Fuck!)

Hermione's cunt pulsed as she continued to suck on Viktor's hard cock, her tongue swirling around the tip before she took him deeper into her mouth. Her hand moved in time with her lips, stroking the base of his shaft as she licked and sucked him. His taste was intoxicating, and she couldn't get enough of him.

Viktor groaned above her, his hands fisting the couch cushions as if to anchor himself from falling apart.

The curly-haired witch slid her free hand down to cup his heavy balls, gently massaging them as she continued to stroke him with her other hand. She then leaned forward, taking one of his balls into her mouth, licking and sucking it before moving on to the other.

Viktor's breathing became even more ragged, and Hermione knew she was driving him wild. His cock twitched in her mouth.

As Hermione continued to alternate between sucking on his cock and lavishing attention on his balls, Viktor's breathing became more erratic. "Боже," (God) he moaned out loudly before he abruptly pulled away from her ministrations.

"Не-не мога да... не мога да издържам повече," (I-I can't... I can't take it anymore), he panted heavily, and a sheen of sweat coated his wrinkled forehead.

A mischievous grin played at the corners of Hermione's lips, "what's wrong?" she asked with feigned ignorance.

Viktor's gaze sharpened, his eyes narrowing with a dangerous intensity that tantalized Hermione. And unlike the previous months, he was ready to strike.

"My turn," he growled.

"Wha—"

In a swift motion, Viktor's strong arms lifted Hermione onto the couch, her heart pounding wildly in anticipation. He gently propped her legs up on his broad shoulders, exposing her glistening cunt to his heated gaze.

"Дори путката ти е красива." (Even your pussy is beautiful.)

Hermione's breath hitched at his bold words and she sucked in a breath as she felt his warm breath dance across her damp entrance.

Viktor's skilled mouth and tongue began a slow, sensual exploration of her body, starting with feather-light kisses on her ankles. His lips trailed upwards along the inside of her thighs, teasingly avoiding the sensitive spots that ached for his touch. Hermione groaned as she wiggled her hips.

"хубави неща идват при тези, които чакат."(Good things come to those who wait.)

She snickered but she closed her mouth as his dark eyes locked onto hers, silently daring her to break their eye contact as he ventured higher and higher.

Hermione bit down on her lower lip to stifle a moan as she felt his hot breath fan over her swollen clit. The anticipation was almost unbearable, and she squirmed underneath him, desperate for more contact.

"Viktor, please!" She pleaded.

"Вашето желание е заповед за мен." (Your wish is my command.)

Finally, Viktor's talented tongue flicked out and traced delicate patterns around her swollen clit, "Fuck!" Hermione gasped aloud. He chuckled against her skin before he dipped his tongue inside her wet folds, lapping her juices that had pooled there.

Hermione's world spun as Viktor's fingers joined in, teasing her swollen folds before sliding one inside her wet heat. The sensation was electric, and she bucked her hips against him, "More!"

He obliged, adding a second finger, stretching her deliciously.

"Oh Gods!"

His tongue found her clit, circling it with expert precision as he began to move his fingers in and out.

Hermione's eyes rolled back into her head as pleasure coursed through her veins like wildfire. She could feel herself teetering on the edge of oblivion, but he wasn't done with her yet. His tongue flicked and sucked at her swollen nub, sending wave after wave of pleasure crashing over her.

"Viktor," she moaned, arching her back off the couch as he continued to torment her mercilessly. His fingers curled inside of her, hitting that sweet spot deep within that made stars dance before her eyes.

Hermione clenched her hands, her nails digging into her skin as the orgasm built within her, coiling tighter and tighter in the pit of her stomach like a coiled spring ready to uncoil. She could feel it building higher and higher until she couldn't take it anymore.

"Viktor!" she cried out his name like a prayer on shaky breaths as she came undone beneath him, shattering into a million pieces.

Hermione lay on the couch, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. Her body still tingled from the mind-blowing orgasm Viktor had just given her. He propped himself up on one elbow, his dark eyes burning into hers as he kissed her forehead.

"Da, mila ?"

She nodded, unable to form words just yet.

Viktor's lips curved into a satisfied smirk before he rolled onto his back, his cock still hard. He grabbed a cushion to cover himself and Hermione's brows knitted together.

"Wh-what are you doing?" She finally managed to breathe out.

"Protecting my chastity," he laughed, the sweet sound filling the space.

Hermione's brows drew closer together, "but you haven't—"

"It'z fine mila, you did and that's wot is important." He kissed her forehead again, "you are tired."

While the notion was extremely sweet, irritation prickled at her skin. She wasn't weak, while, yes, she may not be extremely athletic or have great stamina she wasn't going to let Viktor stay like that .

"Your turn," she said, she yanked the cushion away and threw it over their heads.

" Mila, you don't haff to." He smiled and caressed her cheek.

She grinned and repeated his words," I know, I want to."

He clicked his tongue, "Guess your memory is okay."

She rolled her eyes before peppering his face with kisses.

Hermione inhaled before she straddled him, guiding his thick cock inside of her waiting, wet cunt. She moaned as he filled her completely, their hips connecting.

Hermione threw her head back, "Oh!"

"мамка му!" (Fuck!) Viktor hissed.

Tentatively at first, Hermione began to move up and down on him, getting used to his size and girth. Viktor's hands gripped her hips tightly as she found a rhythm that suited them both. His eyes never left hers as she rode him harder and faster, their moans of pleasure mingling together in the dimly lit room.

Hermione could feel herself building up again as Viktor's cock hit all the right spots within her. His hands moved upwards to cup her breasts, squeezing them roughly as she continued to bounce on him. The sensation sent shockwaves straight to her cunt and she cried out in pleasure once more as another orgasm washed over her in waves upon waves of ecstasy.

Hermione's blurred vision cleared just in time to see Viktor flip them over so that she was now on all fours with him behind her. He grabbed her hips, his strong hands leaving a tingling sensation on her skin. His hard cock brushed against her entrance, making her gulp with anticipation.

"мога ли?" (Can I?) He asked, his voice raspy with need.

Hermione shook her head, her throat too dry to answer.

Viktor's lips trailed kisses from her nape to her back before he positioned himself at her wet entrance, "готов?" (ready?)

"Yes," she answered and wiggled her arse in the air.

He entered her in one swift thrust. Hermione gasped at the sudden intrusion, but the pain was replaced by a delicious fullness.

Viktor started off slow, rocking his hips back and forth, his breathing ragged in her ear. His every movement sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body, and she couldn't help but moan out his name.

"God, you feel so good," he groaned into her ear before nipping at the sensitive skin of her neck.

Hermione arched her back in response, silently begging for more as he began to pick up the pace. His hips slapped against hers with a rhythm that soon had both of them panting for air.

"Mila!" He moaned. "So good."

Viktor's grip on her hips tightened as he slammed into her harder and faster, their bodies slapping together in a primal rhythm that echoed throughout the room. Hermione could feel herself building up again.

"Viktor!"

Instead of slowing down, Viktor's cock continued to pound into her with even more force, his breathing even more ragged in her ear.

Hermione could feel herself teetering on the edge of another orgasm as he angled his hips just so, hitting that sweet spot deep within her that made stars dance before her eyes. His movements became erratic as he neared his climax too.

"I-I'm," she panted between moans, "I'm going to—"

"Let go," he cooed.

Hermione obeyed and yelled his name as the world exploded as she came undone again around Viktor's thick cock. Her nails dug into the couch cushions beneath her as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. She could feel her juices coating his length as he continued to pound into her with reckless abandon. His heavy balls slapped her ass, the lewd noise making her clench her cunt around his cock.

"Добре. Мила. Така. Добре." (Good. Mila. So. Good.)

Viktor grunted in response, his grip on her hips tightening as he too reached his climax.

" Свършвам мила!" ( I'm cumming Mila!)

His hot seed filled her, and Hermione could feel him twitching within her walls as he spilled his cum deep inside of her.

Their panting breaths mingled and their bodies slicked with sweat.

After a few moments, Viktor collapsed onto the couch beside Hermione, both of them gasping for air. He leaned over and kissed the top of her head before casting a contraception spell.

Hermione turned onto her side, and Viktor spooned up behind her, one arm draped around her waist possessively. The other massaged her tired limbs. They lay there tangled together in each other's arms, their heartbeats slowing down to a more normal pace as they caught their breaths.

"I love you, Viktor Krum."

Viktor pulled her closer and chuckled in her hair. "I guess I haff to fuck you every day to hear that."

"Maybe," she giggled as she snuggled into his warmth.

Hermione's eyes start to close and she's too tired to fight off her exhaustion but the last thing she heard before drifting into a peaceful sleep was something about catching snitches.

—and the answer was yes, you could get addicted to something the first time.