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"Next time there's a ball, ask me before someone else does, and not as a last resort!"

Ron mouthed soundlessly like a goldfish out of water as Hermione turned on her heel and stormed out of the portrait hole. Ron turned to look at Harry.

"Well," he sputtered, looking thunderstruck, "well – that just proves – completely missed the point –"

Harry didn't say anything. He had liked being back on speaking terms with Ron too much to speak his mind right now – but he somehow thought that Hermione had gotten the point much better than Ron had.

* * *

Hermione, however, was no longer willing to put up with Ron. Maybe it was spur of the moment and a little crazy, but she was going to see Viktor.

She arrived at he Durmstrang ship perhaps a bid colder than she would've liked. She had left her cloak in the common room and gone out in just her dress. She wondered if they would just let her in or if she would have to sneak in.

"Herm-own-ninny," a voice boomed from behind her. Viktor Krum was striding up to the ship.

"Viktor, I-I'd like to go to your room with you," she blurted out suddenly.

"Does-does that mean you haff accepted my offer?" he asked.

"Yes. I thought it over, and I do want to go all the way with you." A wide smile spread over Krum's usually gaunt face.

"Come. We shall go up to my room."

"Just a minute." Hermione pulled out her wand. "Desparecium!" Hermione vanished on the spot. "Invisibility Spell," she explained to a very bewildered Krum. "Wouldn't want anyone to know I was here."

"They are probably in their rooms vith those French vomen."

"And your Headmaster?"

"He is probably in his room vith the rest of those French vomen."

"Oh, that's disgusting."

"But shall ve go to my room?"

"Yes. Let's go."

Krum, lead the way through the massive ship; holding doors for Hermione as they went.

"Aparecium!" Hermione revealed herself once they were safely in his room. "Oh Viktor!" She grabbed him and immediately they began kissing. She had gotten him down to his boxers just as his hand moved to her shoulders. Once there, however, he removed her dress in one downward swoop. He was greeted with a lovely surprise to discover that this was all that was needed to have her completely naked. After removing his boxers, she laid herself out on his bed with her legs spread and waiting.

Krum slowly slid himself in up to the hilt and stopped.

"You are not a virgin?" he asked.

"I-I was raped by two Death Eaters at the World Cup and I'd really rather not talk about it. All I want to do right now is be wet and horny. So please," she added a note of desperation to her voice. "Let's make love."

Krum did not need telling twice. He quickly picked up a rhythm of thrusting, each ending in the slap of sweaty bodies going at each other. While Krum remained silent, Hermione was very vocal in her pleasure. She screamed and moaned and she shouted Krum's name over and over. She let out a deep moan as she climaxed and squirted her juices onto Krum. Krum finished seconds later and lay next to her, panting.

"Oh Viktor," she began caressing his chest. "That was amazing. You really do have eight inches."

"Vas it satisfying?"

"Most definitely."

"Vould you, perhaps, like to go again?"

"I think not. I should probably be getting back up to the castle. It was wonderful though. See you." She quickly slipped back into her dress and left.