A Change Of Scenery

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Chapter 8

Hermione frowned. She had not seen Viktor all day. He had been called away for an emergency… something to do with the Quidditch facilities. She wasn't sure of the specifics because he had left in a hurry.

She had spent the day wandering about the Manor, finally settling herself in the library. She had skimmed through a few books before settling on a book about Norse mythology. She had always thought mythology was interesting but never really had time to look deeper into the subject.

A lone tear slipped down off her cheek onto the book.

She was going home tomorrow.

She didn't want to leave as the past week had been the most wonderful experience of her life. She had learned so much about herself and about Viktor that she didn't want to leave it all behind.

Hermione had known from the beginning that her relationship with Viktor would be short lived, but now that it was time to leave that behind and go back to the real world.

But she didn't want too.

"Ninny?"

Startled, she looked up. Viktor was looking at her, a sad smile on his face.

"Viktor," she cried, throwing her arms around him. She held onto him tightly as she cried.

"Shh, love, there's no need for tears," he whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

"I don't want to go back to England, Viktor. I want to stay here, with you!" She continued to cry.

"Your life is in England, love, just like mine is here in Bulgaria," Viktor said softly. Truth was, he didn't want his witch to leave either, but he knew it was inevitable.

Eventually, Hermione pulled back and wiped the tears from her eyes. "Sorry," she mumbled sadly.

"No need to be sorry, Nin," Viktor said, waving it off. "I've got something planned for your last night here, Ninny."

Hermione couldn't help but smile. "Oh? And what's that?"

"You'll see." Taking her hand, he quickly Apparated the two of them to the backyard.

Opening her eyes, Hermione looked around in awe. They were near the lake and she couldn't remember seeing a sigh more beautiful. The stars were shining brightly in the sky, being reflected by the lake. The lake looked like it was shimmering with silver. "Beautiful," she whispered.

"Very much so," he replied, pulling her into his arms for a quick kiss. Breaking away, he smiled. "I've brought us a picnic." Stepping away, he set up the blanket and laid out the food. Candles floated throughout the air around him. He murmured a warming spell so they two of them wouldn't get too cold.

Sitting down, Hermione took his hand. "This is perfect, Viktor. So romantic," she said with a smile.

He kissed her. "I vanted our last night to be romantic."

"Well, it is," she said, doing her best not to cry. "Now, be a dear and pour me some wine."

Chuckling, Viktor obeyed. The two of them sat out under the stars, eating and drinking to their heart's content.

"Viktor," she whispered into the dark, propping her head up on her hand.

"Yes, obicham?"

Blushing, she inched closer to him so their bodies were only inches apart. "Make love to me," she whispered, almost afraid of his answer.

Viktor was quiet for a moment. He pulled her closer so her head was now resting on his chest. "You're leaving in the morning."

"I know," she whispered painfully. "But I want this… I want you. Please?" she begged, afraid she might lose control of her emotions at any moment.

Viktor sighed. "Ninny, my sweet Ninny." He caressed her face gently.

"Please, give me this Viktor? Let me love you this way."

Viktor peered into her big brown eyes and found he could deny her nothing.

"Yes."