Tell Me

Tell Me



DISCLAIMER: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.



Chapter Three:



Hermione stood outside her dorm room with a lost look on her face. A few minutes ago, Lavender and Pavarti were prattling on about Lavender’s latest crush when she had gone into her room for a brief moment. When they caught sight of her, they whispered to each other then giggled. Hermione’s spine stiffened as she found her parchment and made to leave the room.



“Hermione,” said Pavarti sweetly. “Can I ask your opinion?”



“Pav,” drawled Lavender. “Don’t be daft. Hermione doesn’t go for that sort of thing.”



“What thing?” asked Hermione warily.



“You know,” said Pavarti. “Boys. A friend of mine has a crush on Ron and they want to know if it’s true that you and Weasley are just friends.”



Hermione lifted her chin and coolly replied,” You will have to ask Ron that question.”



“It’s not me,” said Pavarti hotly. “It’s my friend!”



“Oh come now, Hermione,” said Lavender with a pitying look. “Everyone knows that you have a thing for Ron but he’s just not that interested. I would say that the thought has not even crossed his mind.”



“Like I said,” said Hermione through gritted teeth. “Ask Ron.” Then she turned and left the room.



Hermione started in surprise to find herself just standing outside the door and made her way slowly down the stairs.



“I wonder,” thought Hermione. “Does Ron know that I am even a girl? I have given him all these hints but he certainly hasn’t picked up on any of them. Am I wasting my time?”



Hermione made her way to the Library. It was her private place and a source of immense comfort to her. The smell of the books as she walked in the door instantly relaxed her. Later, as the sting of the events in her room faded, she found herself drifting off into a day dream. She shook herself but could not shake the sense of déjà vu she was having. She looked over her shoulder absently. It was like she would see him sitting there in his seat behind her if she would only squint her eyes just right.



Viktor. Hermione closed her eyes and it was like she could hear his gruff voice. When she thought of him, she thought of a sunny, summer afternoon in Sofia and the sounds of bird chirping and flies buzzing in a heavy silence. Hermione snapped her eyes open when she heard a familiar drawling voice.



“Sleeping in the Library!” said Draco with an exaggerated scandalized tone.



Hermione grimaced as that cut glass, clipped drawl of Malfoy’s stabbed though her daydream. It had been such an awful day, already.



“No comeback,” said Draco with a faint mocking air.



“Do go away,” moaned Hermione.



“Oh,” said Draco with fake solicitousness. “Has Weasel pledged his troth to another?”



“No,” snapped Hermione. Honestly, did the entire school know about their thing? God knows, it wasn’t a formal relationship or even a flirtation. It was just a thing; an unsaid attraction between two people. Frankly, she was getting tired of waiting for Ron to ask her on a date.



“Has he noticed that you are a girl, yet?” asked Draco as he sat down on the side of her desk.



“Have you no first years to torment?” asked Hermione with exasperation as Draco hit a sore spot. She could not believe that Draco was still a prefect. But the Headmaster insisted that Draco kept his position. She didn’t know why but she had learnt not to question that wily old man.



“I see he hasn’t,” drawled Draco as he watched her cheeks flush. He waited with anticipation for her to go for her wand. He frowned slightly when she didn’t rise to the bait.



“Is there something you wanted?” asked Hermione tartly.



Draco’s eyes dipped and he lazily surveyed her chest before looking into her eyes and shaking his head.



“Bugger off,” hissed Hermione as she crossed her arms in front of her chest protectively.



Draco swaggered off a minute later. He had gotten the reaction he was looking for and went back to his plotting. They certainly threw sparks when they were verbally sparring. Draco wondered if she was just as passionate in bed.



“Pity, the odds were that she was still a virgin,” thought Draco ruefully. “Virgins were problematic. They expected more than a roll in the sheets.”



Hermione packed up her book bag and went to the Gryffindor common room to knit. She was not going to get anything accomplished that evening. She ignored Pavarti and Lavender in the corner doing their divination homework. She chatted to Ginny and Harry about school as she worked and they played chess. She went to bed a few hours later in a better mood. It was darkened slightly by the fact that neither Ginny nor Harry knew where Ron was exactly.



Hermione fell asleep and dreamed about Viktor. She remembered how surprised she had been when Viktor had kissed her that first time the day before the Ball. She was inclined, at first, to chalk it up to cultural differences. Slavic people are generally more demonstrative. Then he pulled her against his long, rangy frame for another kiss. This kiss was definitely not ‘friendly’ seeing as it involved his tongue in her mouth.



Hermione shifted in her sleep as she vividly remembered how flustered she had gotten. He had been very sure of himself. She had been flustered because the kiss had struck a chord inside her. Her first kiss was not light and gentle as she had imagined it would be. Viktor’s kiss had stolen her breath. It had been passionate and full of hunger. It had been quite sexual. For the first time, she had related kissing with sex in her mind. Before, a kiss had been innocent.



After the Yule Ball, they kissed more in a dark alcove near the Tower. She had been a willing participant. They had trouble communicating through the language barrier but on a purely physical plane, they related well, to say the least.



Neither Harry nor Ron had noticed their developing relationship. Harry had the tasks and Ron was generally a generally unobservant person. One afternoon, Viktor had shown her around the Durmstrang ship. It had been fascinating. Viktor was an observant person and he strived to show her, even if he could not tell her, about his life. But what Hermione enjoyed even more was the lessons Viktor taught her when they were alone.



Hermione tossed as she recalled in her dreams the afternoon in his cabin on the ship. They had been kissing on the uncomfortable settee in his room. She had protested and blushed as Viktor unbuttoned her school blouse. But then, he called her beautiful in that accent of his then a few more things in Bulgarian. She trembled as he reverently stroked her exposed breasts. Then she moaned when he kissed every inch of skin he could reach. His fingers were doing something to her nipples that made them hard and red. Then his mouth dipped to suck lightly on her nipples. Hermione cried out with shock and pleasure.



No one questioned why Viktor had chosen her for the underwater task. Ron and Harry had just assumed that he had a crush on her. They did not know about their relationship or how far they had gone with one another. Later, Viktor had been quite jealous. He asked her why she had been so concerned with Harry rather than himself. She had told him that Harry was her closest friend. He had been jealous until he saw the complete sincerity in her eyes. He had asked her if she fancied Harry. She was so shocked by the question that his stern face had relaxed. Hermione had made it up to him later in their alcove near the Tower.



When she told Ron that she was going to visit Viktor that summer, a small part of her had been elated by the jealousy on his face. But at that point, Ron was still a boy to her. Viktor was the focus of her attentions. He had continued to write her after the conclusion of that terrible tournament. They had not gone beyond kissing and touching. But she knew when she looked into his dark, slumberous eyes that he wanted more.



Hermione’s eyes opened in the dark and she thought about that hot summer day in Sofia. It had been the second day of their visit. Viktor’s parents and hers, armed with an interpreter had gone to see the sights. Her parents had allowed her to go with Viktor to see a Wizarding museum. They had opted for more classical venues. Viktor’s parents were quite cultured so she and Viktor were to meet them and her parents outside the opera house at seven in the evening. They had the entire day together. That afternoon, Viktor had taken her to his apartment in Sofia.



They started out kissing in his bedroom of all places. Hermione had blushed when Viktor maneuvered her to the bed. But he had not ceased his kisses and Hermione was too hot and bothered by them to protest too vigorously. Hermione still blushed as she remembered how they had been tangled together in a mixture of limbs and half undone clothing.



Hermione shifted sleepily as she recalled in vivid clarity the picture he made when he was sprawled in between her legs. He had his tongue buried in her pussy and was licking at her clitoris delicately until she cried out and clutched his hair. The waves of pleasure that rocked her body still made her heart pound with remembered pleasure. She had no idea that a man could make her feel like that.



Honestly, she had no intention of letting him sleep with her that lovely afternoon. But the heat and pleasure of his embrace and the fact she had no experience with sex put paid to her best intentions. She had spread her legs for him when he whispered instructions in her ear. He had spent a bit more time with his tongue in her cleft but this time, stopped before the pleasure could take her. She had been dazed by pleasure.



Viktor had covered her mouth in his own and was kissing her as he drove deep inside her that first time. She recalled stiffening and coming to her senses with alacrity. But she bit her lip and watched him take his pleasure on top of her. But then Viktor’s hand dipped between their laboring bodies and he started to stroke her clitoris in time with his thrusts into her body. The pain of his entry into her untried body faded and a spark of pleasure ran down her frame. Her hips began to move into his thrusts. She had been disappointed when a few minutes later; Viktor began to move faster and harder inside her. She watched him call out her name then collapse against her body. He lay there on top of her for quite awhile. Hermione was a touch disappointed that he hadn’t kept going just when she had started to enjoy the entire process. In addition to feeling sore, she felt sticky. Hermione gasped when he lifted his head and mumbled something in Bulgarian then he lifted off of her body and slid his fingers into her slippery pussy. His fingers had moved lazily but intently. Hermione was confused until her eyes fluttered closed and she let him rub until she came with a high cry.



Honestly, she still hadn’t intended what came next. Right under their parent’s noses, they conducted an affair. Hermione, the straight-laced, prim, rule follower spent the two weeks while she was in Bulgaria in and out of bed with Viktor Krum. One night, in the hotel room beside her parents’, Viktor had been waiting for her. Without a word of protest, she had allowed him to put up silencing spells and then climbed into bed with him. The more they had sex, the better it had gotten for her. For once in her life, Hermione had let her body have control.



Later, she had been quite shocked by her behavior in Bulgaria. She had been glad that the only person that knew was someone she implicitly trusted – Viktor. They continued to write. Their relationship was as unsaid as her relationship with Ron. She knew that Viktor cared for her. She would never have let him seduce her if she wasn’t sure of that fact. But his feelings for her were stronger than her feelings for him. He knew that she was too young to form a more longstanding relationship. Currently, their relationship was at a standstill.



Hermione shivered as she thought about what she missed the most about Viktor. Her body sometimes screamed with it. She missed him in her bed. He had awakened a part of her that refused to be silent now. Her sexual side was starting to bloom. Everyone around her thought of her as this asexual being but they could not be further from the truth. Now, whenever she thought about Ron lately, she was thinking about his hands and his sleepy eyes. She found Ron to be quite exciting. But still, like that utter wanker Malfoy said, he did not even know she was a girl.



Hermione sighed and went back to bed. She tried to banish Draco’s mocking eyes out of her mind but the treacherous part of her libido just had to point out that Malfoy knew she was girl. His perusal of her breasts this evening had proved that. The other logical side of her brain pointed out his rather pale pointy looks. Her libido countered with his long, slim fingers, silvery eyes and his rather nice arse.



Hermione groaned and banished all disturbing thoughts of sex, Ron and Draco flipping Malfoy out of her churning head and went to sleep.