Two

Big thanks to Robinson Rocket for her grammar help! I couldn't have done it without her.

The Quidditch game went like any that Hermione had ever seen. She did not like the game too well, but she loved her friend, and was very happy that he won. Harry and Ginny were both exuberant, and pulled Hermione into a group hug as Ron and his teammates flew a winning lap around the Quidditch stadium.

"Hermy-ownee!"

Hermione turned her head sharply and found herself nose-to-chest with Viktor Krum.

"I tought dat vas you!" he exclaimed, as he wrapped his hands around her waist and lifted her up, spinning her around in a circle before setting her down and pulling her into a hug.

"Viktor! Oh goodness, I didn't think I'd see you here!" She looked up at him, and years melted away. She was once again a very young student at Hogwarts, never been kissed, and weak at the knees because of the way his eyes swept so admiringly over her. He saw her; he always saw her the way she was, because of her mind and who she would be and who she was now. Viktor appreciated her, and it felt good, especially since Harry and Ron tended to take her for granted so often. Oh, it was good to see Viktor again.

"Harry Potter, it is nice to see you again," he said, holding out his hand.

"Viktor Krum, always a pleasure," Harry answered, as several flash bulbs went off around them.

"Harry Potter, are you going to help with the Inquisitorial Unit assigned to the Quidditch Corruption Scandal?" a reporter called out.

Harry shook his head. "No, I'm simply watching my friend play tonight."

"Viktor, is this your date?"

"She is a fery old friend," Viktor answered, releasing Hermione from his grasp.

"I know her! Hermione Granger. Didn't you date Viktor several years ago?"

"Oh, for goodness sake, can't a woman simply be friends with a man? Must there always be something sexual going on?" Hermione answered.

"Harry, is there any chance of a marriage between yourself and long-time girlfriend Ginevra Weasley?"

Ginny tugged on Harry's hand. "We're just watching a game tonight, folks," she said. "Just fans of the Chudley Cannons, and my brother, naturally."

They pushed past the reporters and made their way down to the ground.

"Sorry, Hermione," Harry muttered. "I hate it when they follow us around. Got a picture of me and Luna last week, and posted it in Witch Weekly, claiming I was having an affair."

"Oh, it's all right, Harry. I'm used to it by now. Anyway, I'll see you lot later, I suspect. Have fun with Oliver tonight, I'm sure you have a lot to catch up on."

"I vill valk you home, Hermy-ownee," Viktor said, putting a possessive arm around her waist.

She felt suddenly very randy, and couldn't wait until Viktor managed to get her home. "I'd appreciate that, thank you," she murmured.

"If you're sure you don't want to come with us," Harry said.

"She's sure," Ginny answered, a light smile playing about her lips. "'Night, Hermione. I'll talk to you later."

They parted, and Hermione felt another wave of anticipation as Viktor tightened his hold on her.

"I am so happy to haf seen you tonight," he murmured, nuzzling her hair. "I vanted to owl you earlier, but I did not tink you vould see me."

"Oh, Viktor! Why wouldn't I?"

"I tought you vere dating Ron Veasley."

Hermione frowned. "What made you change your mind?" Had Oliver been talking?

Viktor smiled. "I saw you, and tought I vould take a chance. I am happy I did. You are so beautiful, Hermy-ownee."

She looked up into his deep, dark eyes and melted against him. "I'll Apparate us to my flat."

He was a meticulous man, Viktor Krum. He wasn't fast and furious like Oliver, or overwhelmingly stimulating like the twins, or even sweet and loving like Ron. He was like a rainstorm, at times hard and unrelenting, and then suddenly soft and gentle.

He started by kissing her tenderly. He didn't touch her much, he simply held her around the waist with one arm, and cradled her head with his other hand. His lips moved gently over hers, tender kisses, lots of lip, light sucking, and tongue every now and then. She responded in kind, and really learned to love kissing again, just as she had done at Hogwarts, when kissing was new and dangerous and part of the unknown.

When his tongue finally invaded her mouth, he seemed to really taste her, licking through her mouth and over her teeth, bringing his body into full contact with hers. It was incredible, as though he were possessing her rather than simply making love. He moaned and pressed her down into the bed, sucking her bottom lip into his mouth. He was still gentle, though, sucking it while he licked it. Then, suddenly, his teeth sank into the tender flesh, and Hermione gasped as she thrust her hips against his.

He pulled back and used both his hands to smooth her hair down. "I haf missed you so much, Hermy-own-ninny. I haf missed your letters. Why did you stop writing me?"

She blushed and bit her lip, which was still thrumming and blushed a little. "Ron didn't really like it when I wrote to you, so I just sort of stopped. I'm sorry, Viktor. By the time I didn't care what he thought, I figured it was too late."

He leaned down and kissed her again. "It is nefer too late to restore a friendship," he told her before leaning down and kissing her again. This time, he pulled her hips against him so that she could feel his length through his robes. "Do you vant me?" he asked.

"Yes, I do."

"I vant you, too. Sit up, Hermy-ownee."

He moved away and tugged on her arms until she was on her knees. He then began to slowly remove her clothing, hungrily drinking in her skin as he revealed it.

"You are fery beautiful," he said again as he tossed her robe onto the chair next to her bed. His own robe soon joined it.

He used to be horribly S-shaped, stooping his shoulders to hide his height and breadth. He was so insecure as a young man, but that persona had gone. He was a confident man, and his eyes were looking over her hungrily as he stroked her sides and lowered his wonderful mouth to her shoulders. His long fingers deftly did away with her bra, and he laid her back down to slip her panties off. He spread her thighs open and looked her over once more before sliding between them, stopping when his face was even with her breasts, which were still every bit as small as they had been when she was in school, but they stood out when she laid down, her nipples pointing to the ceiling. Viktor took one into his mouth as he pressed his hands against her back, forcing her to arch against his mouth. She moaned and sank her hands into his hair, her legs twining around his torso.

"So passionate," he growled against her skin.

"Viktor," she crooned as she squeezed her legs.

"Patience, darling," he said, pushing her shoulders against the bed. "Do you know what I like on a woman, Hermione?"

She shook her head.

"I love this on a woman," he answered, pressing his hands into her hips. "I love this softness. So lovely, so feminine. I could kiss here." He lowered his mouth and Hermione pressed her hipbone to his lips. "I bite, too," and he did. "I love this, too," he said as he pulled her thighs open. I kiss here, too."

Her head fell back onto the pillows as he pulled her apart and moved his mouth over her most intimate area. When he sucked her clit into his mouth, she jumped upward and gaped at him.

Viktor smirked and opened his mouth, letting his tongue drop out in a very obscene display that made her arch her back, and then dropped his head back down to her.

"Gods, Viktor, don't stop!" She put one hand on his head and fisted his long locks as her other hand came to her breasts and kneaded them, rubbing over her nipples and squeezing them. Viktor looked up at her and moaned against her, causing all new sensations as he continued to suck.

When he pushed two fingers inside of her, it was her undoing. She shouted and arched against his face, tugging at his hair a little harder than she would normally have done, but he didn't seem to mind. He simply lifted his head, and continued to thrust his fingers as she rode out her orgasm.

"You like, yes?"

"You know I did."

He smiled. "Yes, I know. But you tell me, make me feel good, eh?"

Hermione tugged him up to her and smiled mischievously. "Oh, I can make you feel very good."

He ran his tongue over her lips before kissing her. "You can? You vill now make me feel good? Yes, I think you should."

He seemed to be about ready to lift her knees and thrust home, so Hermione pushed him over and straddled his hips, thrusting her tongue into his mouth as she went.

"Oh, no, Viktor. I think that this situation calls for immediate reciprocation."

It was obvious that he did not understand what she meant by that, so Hermione decided to show him. She slowly made her way down his torso, letting her breasts skim over his skin, pausing when they cradled his erection, causing him to thrust upwards and moan.

"You're so very big," she said when she was at last looking at him. "Very thick, too." She ran her hand up and down his length, analyzing it.

"Does that please you?" he asked, his voice strained. "Do you like how fat I get?"

Hermione hummed her approval, and leaned in to lick up the underside as Viktor moaned and twined his fingers through her curls, being far gentler than she had been. When she took him into her throat, she could tell that he was forcing himself to not thrust upwards, so she rewarded him by taking him completely into her throat.

Viktor let out a strangled cry and pulled Hermione up to him, twisting so that he was on top and once again mounted and ready to strike.

"You vill force me to lose control," he said gutturaly. "I vould not like this."

"It wouldn't be that bad," she answered breathlessly as he pressed himself to her opening. "Gods, Viktor!"

He sank his teeth into her shoulder as she arched her back against him, and sank fully into her heat.

"How fat do I feel now?" he asked against her ear, thrusting upwards forcefully. "Does it suit?"

"Y-yes," she managed to squeak. "I...ahhh...oh, I like it very much."

He chuckled and kissed along her shoulder as he continued to thrust slowly and forcefully, rocking her hips with each movement upwards, and yet still holding her in an embrace. She could not help but watch him, his magnificent muscles straining rigidly against his skin, his face taut, and his eyes like large black pools of ink, infinitely tender.

He lifted one hand and brushed her hair away from her face, staring at her lips as he did so. He kissed her, sucking gently on her bottom lip as he increased his pace, and she met him stroke for stroke.

They changed positions, only instead of a messy fumbling of limbs and sheets as she had often experienced, he simply held her to him as he turned over. Hermione smiled brightly at him, for this was her favorite position, and kissed him deeply, biting his lower lip before she pushed up and began to ride him. Viktor smiled at her and lifted his hands to her breasts, which she felt were being horribly neglected, and said so as he thumbed her nipples while cupping her fullness.

"My apologies, princess," he answered and contorted so that he could lick and suckle her nubs as they both continued to thrust.

The sensation of his mouth sucking now on her nipples was far more stimulating than she would have expected, and Hermione began to wonder if she could hold on longer. As if anticipating this reaction, Viktor heaved himself upwards, and in a maneuver that she did not even try to comprehend, they were both on their knees. He had one hand firmly on her buttocks, the other around the back of her neck. He kissed her again, and she instinctively held onto his shoulders to keep herself from falling backwards. He wasn't thrusting necessarily, but they were certainly humping each other, and her very sensitive clit was pressed quite intimately against him, and she found that she could take no more. Wrenching her mouth away from his, she could only moan her pleasure as he lowered her onto the bed, but stayed upright so that she was straddling his thighs, and he began to really thrust into her, taking full advantage of her spasming muscles, and finding his own release.

He collapsed on top of her for a few moments before moving off to the side and pulling her into a horizontal hug, nudging her neck with his nose and worshiping her tingling body with his hands. He moved her thigh so that it was resting on his hip, and her body gave an involuntary shudder.

"I vas right," he murmured. "So passionate. Such a beauty in pleasure. A man could not ask for more in a partner."

Hermione smiled and snuggled against his chest, not caring that they were laying the wrong way on the bed. She didn't need a pillow when she had Viktor's strong arm underneath her head, or a blanket, when his arms were wrapped so casually around her. No, this must be what heaven was like. She felt his lips press against hers a few times as she drifted to sleep, but she was too sated to try to answer him.

They made love again sometime during the night, and then again as the dawn began to shed its first rays through her window. By the time the Saturday morning edition of The Daily Prophet was delivered by owl, Hermione and Viktor were poking around in her small kitchen, neither one particularly rested, but each so relaxed as to make rest unimportant.

"Harry and I make front page, eh?" he said throwing the paper to the side of the tea service. "They haf nothing better to say, so I am headline."

"Don't be such a Prima Donna, Viktor. I'm on here, too, you know."

Viktor knelt down next to her and looked at the picture she indicated. In the picture, Viktor lifted her up and twirled her around over and over again, every time with a bright smile on his face.

"You should smile more," she said, cupping his cheek. "You look so handsome when you smile."

He took her hand and kissed her wrist. "I vill smile for my Hermy-ownee. That is how you vill know that I think of you." He pulled her to her feet and wrapped her in his arms. "But I must leaf now, my darling. I haf things to do today, and every day until the Quidditch scandal is concluded. I vill not alvays be in England, but I hope I can say hello ven I am?"

Hermione smiled and leaned up to kiss him. "Of course you can! You're my friend."

"But you haf more friends than just me. I know, you are beautiful woman, and passionate for loving. Men cannot resist this, and I am a man."

"I promise, Viktor, if you let me know that you are in town, I will make time for you...more than enough time for you."

Her answer satisfied him, and he gave her a very thorough goodbye kiss that left her so weak in the knees, she had to sit down when he released her. She was also useless for the rest of the day. Crookshanks and Bubo barely managed to get her to feed them, and she rejected three invitations to dinner from various friends, content to mope around for the rest of the weekend, reliving her marvelous night of bliss whenever she managed to glance at the paper, or at her bed. No, it was a day for sighs and memories and lots of wine.

Eventually, she cut the picture out and spellotaped it into her notebook, along with a not-so-brief entry that catalogued Viktor's vitals, as well as her thoughts on the evening.

Real life did not invade on her consciousness until Monday morning, when she reported for work as always, and blatantly ignored all of Katherine's questions about the newspaper article and what might have followed.

"It's not fair, I would tell you!" Katherine hissed, as they began to ready their ingredients for the day.

"There's nothing to talk about! Viktor and I have been pen friends for a long time, and he happened to be at the match. I didn't ask the paper to make a scene of things."

"Well, I don't believe you, but I suppose there is little I can do about it if you clam up like that."

Hermione smiled at her cauldron and remembered Viktor's farewell kiss. She hoped fervently that he wouldn't be back in town any time soon. With kisses like those, he could make a girl forget her resolve to play the field!

TBC

AN: Yeah, Viktor has given up the canonical "Hermy-own-ninny" for "Hermy-ownee". That's my doing, so stop flaming me for it. I can't help but think that the position I've put him in here-no longer a Quidditch player, traveling around and unraveling the mysteries of cheating by way of enhancement in professional sports, would sort of soften his accent a bit. I have a friend from Bulgaria, and while her accent is pronounced, this is pretty much the way she says "Hermione", unless if she's sounding it out very slowly.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed, and I hope y'all are happier about the longer naughty bits (heh). If Viktor features in this story again, though, I reserve the right to cut the naughty bits shorter (god, I'm five!). Now I'm off to North Carolina, so I'll wave at my fellow Americans as I fly over your states.

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