A Fated Marriage

Hey there everyone! I’m back with a brand new chapter. I hope you like it. For a while I had major writers block that took forever to get past. Oh well. I guess that’s just how it goes sometimes. Anywhere here’s the next chapter!


Morning


All was quiet in the living room. Hermione sat in a big red leather chair while Viktor was sprawled out on a black couch. Neither was saying a word. The only sound was the clock on the wall ticking away each second of quiet. Hermione had one of the books for her room in hand, but she was staring at the wall rather than reading it. Viktor was throwing a glass Snitch up in the air and catching it, yet the glazed look in his eyes made it clear he wasn’t really thinking about it.

“So…” She said quietly not sure what to say after that.

“Yeah...” Was his reply.

“I…think today went well considering all that happened.”

“Yeah…”

“Perhaps…should we talk about everything…”

Viktor sighed, “I honestly don’t feel like it. Maybe ve could vait until tomorrow?”

“Sure.” She said in a voice laced with fatigue. Hermione let out a little yawn and set down her book. “I… I think I’ll go to bed now.” She stood up to stretched out a little. Walking over to him the young woman gave her husband to be a good night kiss on the top of his head. Viktor took her hand so he could place a soft kiss on it.

“Good night.”

She walked down to her room and changed into a silk nightgown that she had found in her closet earlier. It was spelled to fit her perfectly one she slipped it over her head. Hermione went to her window and looked up the night sky. The stars were gleaming clear and bright like little diamonds waiting for someone to string them on a necklace or set them in a ring. She searched the sky for a while, and soon found the one she was looking for. The everlasting North Star that stayed suspended right where she had always found it in the past. It was waiting for her. For her wish. She clapped her hands three times, spun in a circle, than blew the star a kiss like her grandmother had taught her. “Please…please let this become a real loving marriage in the end.” She whispered. Hermione waited for some kind of sign to be sent to her, but none came. She shook her head and tucked herself into bed.

Sleep came quick to whisk her off to dreamland. She had been asleep for a good half hour when her door creaked open. Viktor had been outside the door the whole time waiting for her to fall asleep. When he was sure it was safe he walked quietly over to her bed, so he could get a good look at her. It was not meant to creepy, he just wanted a chance to look at her without all the noise. Without having to see that look in her eyes that begged him for answers he could not give her. He just wanted to look at his bride when she was the most relaxed and happy.

With a Firewhiskey in one hand he gazed down at her in wonder. Her small figure glowed with silver moonlight giving her a very delicate look. She was so thin he found it hard to imagine that within a year she would be round with his child. She was so fragile looking that he was starting to wonder if she would even make though the honeymoon in one piece. Still that was not what really amazed him the most. It was the expression on her face that made him smile.

She was relaxed completely. Signs of worry, forced happiness, sadness was nowhere to be found. He even saw the hint of a smile on the edges of her mouth. He reached down and brushed a small curl that had fallen over her face. The small brush of skin against skin was brief, but he enjoyed it. Her skin was soft and smooth as silk. He smiled and walked out of the room without a sound.

Viktor went to his own room. He finished the whiskey, changed into some flannel pants, and went to bed. He laid there. And laid there. And laid there; but sleep eluded him. Thoughts of Hermione kept running though his mind. He sighed sitting up. He needed to write a few things down just to get them out of his head so he could go to sleep. Getting out of bed the sleepy Seeker headed to his study. It took a while for him to write everything down. Letters were written, notes were taken, doodles were drawn, and coffee was downed. By the time he was done with everything it was nearly five in the morning.

He looked at all the papers splayed all over his desk. He was so sleepy that he was starting to see double of everything; it was giving him a headache. Viktor stood and went back to bed where he crashed without a thought in his head.

Hermione was not a morning person. She woke up with a groan as the new sunrays blinded her half open eyes. She stumbled out of bed and walked down the hallway trying to find the nearest bathroom. After making a few random turns and trying more doors than she could keep track of she finally found a bathroom.

It was big with white marble tiles. The sink looked like a small fountain of ever flowing water; next to it lay small multi colored cakes of soap. In the far off corner, taking up a good amount of the large bathroom, there was a small swimming pool, which she assumed was the bathtub. Opposite the tub was a small towel closet with a mirror next to it. Scattered on the floor were various plus cream colored rugs to keep one’s feet war. Everything was so elegant even the toilet looked fancy. Immediately she disrobed and promptly stepped into the tub. The moment her foot touched it’s bottom water came from nowhere. It was adjusted to her exact liking. Cool enough it wasn’t burning her skin off, but warm enough for her to take a relaxing morning soak.

Viktor was dead to the world when Nifty popped into the room. “Master!” He said trying to wake the young man. When he got no response he tried again, “Master?!” he shouted the next time. Still no response. Nifty popped out of the room than popped back in armed with pots and pans. Banging them together loudly he shouted again, “Master?! Are you awake? Do you want breakfast?”

Viktor bolted up and sighed, “I’m up Nifty.” He grunted as he flopped out of bed falling hard on the floor. “Ow…” There on the floor he stared up at the ceiling for a few long moments. Nifty made sure that his master was awake. Confirming that he was really awake the house elf popped out of the room and back to his chores. Lifting himself off the floor Viktor grabbed his clothes for the day. He checked his clock wanting the smash something after noticing the time. It was eight o’clock in the morning; that meant he had only three hours of sleep under his belt and a list of a million things he needed to get down before the sunset that day. That was a very bad combination. He headed for his bathroom and changed his mine. His bathroom only had a toilet, sink and shower. Right now he needed to soak and let his frustration ease away. He knew somewhere there was a huge tub. Prowling though the halls he went looking for the desired room.

As much as she would have like to stay warm in the gentle tub waters Hermione knew it was almost time to get out and ready for the day. Lavender bubbles filled there tub and floated in the air. Earlier she had washed her hair with strawberry shampoo and conditioner. Everything was so sweet smelling and warm that she almost wished that she could stay there forever. She lifted her hands to inspect them. Her fingers looked like raisins, oh yeah. Time to get out of the water.

She stepped out of the little pool and looked around for a towel. The only one she was saw was the hand towel next to the sink. She walked over to the closet, but found one other towel. She carefully unfolded it and suddenly felt just a little worried. It looked barely big enough to cover her modestly. Hermione knew this was the kind of thing you normally called your house elf for, but she just could not bring her self to do that. It was kind of embarrassing. Tightly she wrapped the towel around her form and stepped in front of mirror to see what the cloth covered. It wasn’t much. She had to hold it at the top and bottom just to keep it closed. It hid most of her breasts and went just past her but. As long as she didn’t run into Viktor everything would be just fine.

Hermione quickly went to the door. Reluctantly she let go of the bottom to open the door and walk into the hall. She was now wide-awake and suddenly aware that she had no idea who to get to her room. Taking in a deep breath she started heading down the hall hoping she was going in the right direction. She would take a turn, look left and right, open the door, close the door, and got back walking.

Little did she know that Viktor was doing the exact same thing, minus the looking left and right. With every failed door he grew angrier. Soon he was slamming the doors hard enough that the paints on the adjacent walls would sometimes fall down. How hard could it be to find a bathroom?!

Minutes passed and the made their way closer and closer to one another. By now Hermione to was getting angry enough to slam the doors though not hard enough to knock hard paintings off the walls. She took a left at the next turn while Viktor a right at the very same corner. Since he was so much bigger than her it was easy to understand why she ended up on the floor.

“Hermione! Vhat are you doing?” Viktor asked quickly forgetting his anger and offering her a hand.

Hermione rubbed the arm she had landed, “I was looking for my room.” She said with a small smile. “This house is like a maze. I think I’m going to put a mapping spell on this place so I can stop getting lost.”

He returned the smile, “Yes that would be good.” God she looked beautiful in the morning, even if her hair was wet. His eyes followed a single water droplet as it fell down from the tip of her nose and fell down to her chest. Slowly it slid down to her breast and to the tip of her nipp…

It was at that moment both realized that the tiny towel Hermione had used to hide herself in was lying uselessly on the ground. Time froze as they stared at the towel. Rather than pick it back up Hermione let out a little “eep” and used her hands to cover her chest and lower region.

Viktor made no move to turn around or hide his eyes, he was much too captivated by the vision in front of him. Her sink was a flawless cream color. Her legs were long, her curves were perfect, and her blush was charming. He had sudden fantasies about the honeymoon.

“Umm…Viktor. Would you mind turning around?” Hermione asked when she started to see an odd look in his. She could not what it was. His eyes seemed to sort of glaze over as well as have a sudden spark in them. “Viktor!”

That snapped him out of his daze. He quickly bent down and picked up the towel handing it to her then turning around. “Sorry. Umm, but vhy exactly are you wandering around in the halls in a towel that is clearly too small?” He asked her.

Hermione attempted to wrap around the towel around her-self again, but gave up. He had seen everything already, so she held it up in front of her. “Well you see…I was only half awake when I found a bathroom, but well there weren’t any other towels other than this one. So I half naked I started wandering hoping to find my room.” She said softly.

“To get to your room you must go down this hall take a left, than take a right, and it will be the fourth room on the right.” He said resisting the urge turn around to make hot passionate love to her. Could you blame him? After all he was a healthy young male in his prime and she was an attractive young female.

“Umm thanks…” She looked around him taking note that she would have to go around him get to her room. Viktor stepped to the side and faced the wall.

“You better got dry off and get changed. Ve have a long day ahead of us.” He told her.

She nodded and ran down the hall getting to her without any further incidents. Viktor waited until he could no longer hear her footsteps to turn around. He looked down at his pajama pants; he was going to need a cold shower after all.


A/N: Well? What did you think? Hehehe! I had a lot of fun with this chapter (even though it took a while to get past some writer’s block.). Well review if you feel like it. I can’t wait to see you in the next chapter. Until than!