A Fated Marriage

Hey everyone. ^^ It’s onetinykiss. I just wanted to say thanks for all the reviews and ratings. As of 12/17/08 Fated is the highest rated and most reviewed fic in the Hermione/Viktor category. I feel special. Now like as always. On with the story.


Surprise


The rest of lunch went on without more outbursts. There was even a little talking. Well most of the talking was because of Mira and her endless ideas about the wedding. Sometimes a brother would put in a word or two of his own, never Kamen, and the couple would nod now and then. Finally the meal was done and it was time for them to say good-bye. Mira promised to get in touch with Molly and Ginny so the girls could start planning the wedding.

Finally a clock on the chimed somewhere and Viktor stood, “It been an…eventful meal, however I must spend some time vith Hermione alone. There are things that ve need to talk about.” He told them as he held his arm out for Hermione. She accepted it and gave everyone a ghost of a smile.

“Hermione ve shall have lunch on Saturday vith your mother and sister?” Mira asked with happy glittering eyes. Hermione wanted to say it was still a little early for her, but than her voice of reason reminded her that they had to get married within three months. The young woman smiled and nodded her agreement. After that the couple left in silence.

“Okay. I am going to take you to my surprise, so you to blindfold yourself alright?” He asked once they stepped out the front door. She nodded and in one moment they Apparated. She kept her eyes tightly shut until she felt her feet touch solid ground.

“Umm…Hermione. You can open your eyes now.” Viktor told her with a hint of laughter in his voice. He thought it was kind of cute that she a death grip on his robes. Hermione opened her eyes and looked around. They seemed to be in the countryside, but exactly she couldn’t be sure. Everything around her was reaching its green summer beauty. The few trees were thick with green leaves and flowers were adding beautiful vibrant color to the scene. Her eyes landed a small cottage in between two trees. It was like something pulled out of a children’s book.

Hermione looked up at Viktor slightly confused, “I don’t get it. What is this place?” she asked.

He took a deep breath before answering, “Vell…vhen I heard I had to get married I figured I vould be a good idea to prepare a house for future family.” He nodded to the cottage. “I inherited this place from my uncle. It’s been in my family for generations. It was made by my great great great … many greats relative. Not sure which one.” He explained leading her to the front door. “He vas a Quidditch player and this house is always passed to the first Quidditch play in each generation. I thought it could be our house.”

Hermione was a bit doubtful that. It hardly looked big enough two people yet alone an entire family. It was a little dinky one level, one door, one window hut. He must have seen her doubt because he smiled and opened up the door. She walked in and thought she would fall down dead from short. The front door leads her to huge front hall that opened up to a giant staircase. She looked all round her and realized she was standing what could only be called a mansion.

“Where are we?” She asked him.

“This place is called, Crystal Air Manor. I vas hoping vith your help we could call it ‘Home’.” He said with small blush. “It’s big enough for a family or seven. I haven’t even seen all the rooms in this place. My ancestor put protections on it to hide it from Muggles. On the outside it looks like a cottage, but on the inside it is a mansion. If you valk out the back door you end up gardens. It’s connected to the Floo Netvork as vell, so ve are not isolated from our families.” He took her hand and led her up the stairs. Together they walked down a couple of winding hallways. The floors were covered in ornate carpets and the walls had various works of art on them ranging from landscapes to still life to portraits of stern looking witches and wizards.

He stopped in front of a rosewood door and opened for her. Hermione stepped inside not sure what to expect. Once again she was left breathless at what she looking at. It was a big bright bedroom. The rosewood floor had a soft white oriental carpet with lavender patterns. Small coffee table sat next to two big glass doors that opened to a balcony. White sheen fabric hung over a queen sized bed with light lavender sheets in pillows. The whole room was colored with whites, lavenders, and creams. To the left of the bed was bookshelf filled with thick volumes of the written word. Two the right was what she assumed was the closet. The whole room felt warm and welcoming.

“I thought you could stay here until the wedding than we can move into the master bedroom together. My room is two halls down. It has the door with the silver Phoenix on it.” He was nervous, that was obvious by the rapidness of his speech.

Before he knew what was happening Hermione was hugging him around the neck. “Viktor it’s beautiful! I love it.” She said with a laugh. Standing on her tiptoes she reached up to give him a kiss on the cheek. He smiled and looked down at her and for the first time since he saw her at the Ministry her face was bright with a true smile. “This is perfect. If we’re living under the same roof than we’ll have more chances to get to know one another.”

She kisses him again; only this time was on the lips. She kissed her back while wrapping his arms around her waist. This kiss was like the one from lunch only more passionate. Heated. Unbreaking. After a few moments Viktor traced his tongue across her lips asking for entrance. After a brief moment of hesitation she opened up a little to let him in.

She was the most wonderful thing he had ever tasted. He could taste a little bit lunch, peppermint, and something he couldn’t identify. His hand started to trace small patterns on her back as she stood on her tiptoes to deepen the kiss. The snogging went on for a while before he picked her up and laid her on the bed. He finally broke the kiss, breathing harder than normal, so he could trail soft butterfly kisses on her cheeks, down her neck, and to the tops of her breast that the dress wasn’t covering. She released a small moan she didn’t know she was holding back. Every nerve in her body was on full power. A heat began to build in her with his every touch.

The responsiveness of the petite witch underneath him was making Viktor hard very quickly. Being bold he moved his right hand from her back to cup her breast, it fit perfectly in his hand. He looked her in the eyes to see what her reaction might be. She looked back at him with eyes glazed with desire. Giving her breast a little squeeze he was about to slip his hand under the dress when there was a pop in the room.

“Master, Nifty is here.” A house elf had popped into the room completely ruining the moment.

Viktor sat up with a sigh, “Nifty is the head house elf here in Crystal Air. There are three others who keep this place clean and in order. Nifty this is Hermione Granger. She is to be my vife soon.” He said to the little house elf.

“Oh! Nifty is very happy that Miss is here. If you ever need anything just call for me.” Nifty said with a big smile.

“It’s nice to meet you Nifty. I hope you’ll be able to show me around the mansion later. It’s so big I’m afraid I might get lost.” Hermione said returning the smile. The house elf smiled and nodded. When he noticed that his master and new mistress did not seem to need him he popped back out of the room. The young witch stared the spot the elf had been and than over at Viktor. One look at his face and she started to giggle. It was soft at first, like a tiny little bell. It was so quiet in fact that Viktor wasn’t sure he heard it at first. But soon she was collapsed on the bed holding her side.

“Laughing at me already? Oh, I can tell this marriage is going to be great.” Viktor said smiling down at her. It was a few minuets before she could control herself. “You do mind tell me vhat vas so funny?”

She wiped away a few tears before answering, “I’m sorry. It just…well you looked so crestfallen. Like somebody just stole your favorite broom or something. I was laughing because it was such a dramatic change from the expression you had just moments earlier.” She leaned over and gave him a small peck on the cheek. “I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings.”

Viktor smiled shaking his head, “No hurt feelings.” He stood and stretched. Looking at a clock on the wall he inwardly groaned. In just a few hours he would have to face her family. He remembered disliking the red headed boy and really would have rather avoided any more confrontations with him, but it had to be done. For Hermione’s happiness. “Ve have to go to dinner in a few hours and it’s been a long day already. Vhy don’t ve rest for a vhile before we go?”

She nodded in agreement. The day had been trying and it wasn’t about to get any easier. Not with her family involved. Alright let’s just be honest: It wasn’t going to be easy with Ron involved. The emotional roller ride was taking its toll. “That’s a good idea. I am feeling a little tired.” Viktor smiled and was about to leave when he felt her grab his sleeve. “But before you go. Could I have one tiny kiss?” she asked him blushing charmingly. “Please?”

It was his turn to laugh now. Bending down he gave her a small kiss on the lips. “I’ll see you in a little vhile okay?” And then he left for real. He headed to the washroom across his room to take a cold shower. The cold water calmed him down quiet a bit. He was just lucky that Hermione had not noticed just how excited she had made him. When he finally trusted himself to get out of the water he quickly dried off went to his room. Sorting though his clothes he tried to find something better to wear to the Weasley dinner. He settled on a red dress shirt and some black pants. Simple. He wanted to be accepted into the family because he knew how much it would mean to his bride if he was. “What should I do to get them to like me?” He asked himself.

Little did he know that Hermione was having the exact same thoughts a few halls away. Kamen’s words just kept echoing in her mind. They made her wonder it that what other members of his family would think. After all it was a common idea among Purebloods that Muggleborn’s were beneath them. She hugged a pillow tightly and hoped that dinner would go more smoothly than lunch had.


A/N: Okay well… I can’t wait for dinner. I going to try and have the next chapter up before New Years. See ya then.