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One Down

The sun was high in the sky, sending it's glaring rays into the eyes of one very sleepy Hermione Krum, who mumbled a few choice words then snuggled deeper into Viktor's embrace. Even under the imperious curse, finding Hermione Krum in bed at 2 in the afternoon was impossible, but Mr. Viktor Ianà Krum was capable of the impossible when Hermione was concerned.

"Mione," Viktor yawned, "vhat time is it?"

A grunt erupted from under the bushel of hair sprawled out on Viktor's chest, "I don't know."

With a smirk, Viktor lifted Hermione's head, gave a brief kiss on her forehead and sat up. "I vill make breakvast."

"Viktor! Viktor! Hurry up in there, will you? I have to use the loo!" Hermione beat feircely on the oak door.

"The toilet avaits," Viktor opened the door, shaving cream spread over his cheeks. Hermione entered the small bathroom of their shared flat, only to stand behind Viktor and tap her foot impatiently when he continued shaving.

"I can't use the loo when you're standing in here."

"Vhy not?"

"Because I don't want you in here… seeing me in all my morning glory!"

"But you not care for me to see morning glory yesterday,"

"Viktor Ian Krum that's quite enough out of you! Out! I have to pee!" Hermione shoved Viktor out the door and slammed it shut.

"I love you and baby Mione," Viktor laughed.

"Sure you do! I bet you love these stretch marks too…" Hermione rebutted, opening the door Viktor was leaning on a bit harshly. With Hermione's unplanned but welcomed pregnancy her hormones and mood changed at the drop of a hat, something Viktor didn't welcome or anticipate in the least.

"Herm-own-ne," Viktor pleaded, catching his balance again, "I do loff you. I loff you and baby and stretch marks and all of you." Viktor pulled Hermione into a hug, kissing her gingerly on her lips.

"Viktor. I have shaving cream on my face now," Hermione giggled.

"Is okay. Vill vash off."

"Yes, I know that, but I'm afraid it might require a shower," Hermione said, attempting to pull Viktor's shirt over his head.

"I am only half done vith shaving," Viktor replied, kissing Hermione. "Can shower vait for five minutes."

"No," Hermione replied coldly, throwing Viktor's shirt on the counter and retreating toward the living room, "wash the sink out when you're done."

Viktor knew he missed his chance until the latest mood swing passed which could be two minutes or two weeks. "Curse hormones," Viktor mumbled, picking up his razor and continuing his shave.

"Mione! Doctor say no heavy lifting," Viktor cried out in protest.

"Viktor, I'm carrying our baby. I am NOT a baby!"

"But could hurt you or baby! I vill not allow it," Viktor answered shortly, taking the near weightless bag of groceries from Hermione.

"Don't even think of proceeding to tell me what I can and can't do Viktor Ian Krum," Hermione gave a huff, placing her hand on her hip.

With a chuckle, Viktor sat the bag of groceries down on the sidewalk. "Come here."

"No. You've upset me! Not even those cute dimples or those sexy lucious lips or… or… your wonderful…" Hermione was silenced as Viktor kissed her with enough force to stop her dead in the middle of her rant, which took quite some effort.

"I could've got the bag you know," Hermione rebutted pointedly.

"Fine. You can carry bag," Viktor agreed.

"Really," Hermione answered eagerly, grabbing the bag of groceries like a small child opening a present.

"Yes… but I carry you," Viktor scooped Hermione and the bag of groceries into his arms and proceeded to pack both into the house.

"Viktor," Hermione squealed, "I can walk."

"Yes, but kitchen just pit stop. Bedroom is destination," Viktor said, his eyes masking over in a lust filled gleam.

The groceries lay on the counter discarded, as Viktor carried Hermione into their bedroom. He gently laid Hermione on their full size bed like she was made of some type of fragile porcelain.

"I loff you, Herm-own-nee."

Hermione scooted closer to the headboard of their bed. Viktor sat beside her on the bed, allowing his hand to linger on her breast.

"Mm…" Hermione responded, arching up to meet Viktor's gently touch.

Slowly, Viktor undid the hooks and buttons to the maternity overalls Hermione wore.

"Viktor, you're moving too slow," Hermione sat up, the top to her overalls falling down exposing her yellow button up. She grabbed the hem of Viktor's shirt and pulled it over his head, revealing his not overly toned, but still pleasing chest and abdomen. Hermione absolutely adored the light dusting of black hair that disappeared into the waist band of his pants.

"Patience, my loff. Vill make you cum all night fast, hard and then soft, gentle. Vill make you scream my name." He started to unbutton the yellow shirt, revealing her sensible white bra and the swell of her stomach.

"Promise," Hermione purred.

"So beautiful."

With a skilled hand, Viktor reach around and undid the clasp of the white bra and threw it across the room. Viktor placed a kiss on each of her plump, round breast. His hot breath made Hermione's nipples harden to a painful ache.

"Viktor," Hermione urged, "I need you inside of me." After three years of Viktor's agonizing teasing during their love making, Hermione knew all the right buttons to push to send Viktor's tortuous slow pace into overdrive.

Responding to what Viktor considered the "magic words", he turned all of his efforts into removing the remainder of Hermione's clothes as quickly as possible. Once Hermione laid naked, the rather dare Viktor say sexy maternity overalls discarded, Viktor seemed to tower over Hermione where he stood at the foot of their bed, his throbbing erection straining hard against the khaki colored material of his pants. Hermione reach up to undo the zipper on his pants.

"No," Viktor said, moving her hand away from his member and laying her down on her back, "Tonight is for you. Vill you play vith me, Hermione," a fierce, but promising glint in his now almost black colored eyes.

Viktor had only once ask Hermione "to play with him", that night resulted in Hermione cumming three times for every one time Viktor did. She was quite sure the neighbors must have filed a noise complaint with the authorities, and she was also absolutely positive the growing baby inside of her was conceived that night too.

"Yes, Viktor," Hermione answered in a low husky voice, the air hanging in her throat as she imagined the activities Viktor's mind held for tonight, "I'll play with you."

Viktor crawled up the length of the bed, Hermione felt the mattress sink under his added weight. Once Viktor laid beside her, Hermione was reminded of the displeasing fact he was still practically fully clothed, say for his shirt.

"You trust me yes?" Viktor whispered in Hermione's ear, allowing his tongue to lick the soft patch of skin just below her ear sensually, giving it a slight nimble.

"Yes…"

"Good, now close your eyes, Mione." Out of his back pocket, Viktor pulled out two pieces of black silk, both in the shape of a long rectangle.

"Raise your head up for me," Viktor asked. Hermione obliged. Viktor tied one of the pieces of fabric behind Hermione's head masking her eyes. He tied the knot so the fabric wasn't too tight as so not to pull her hair.

"Viktor, now I can't see you," Hermione protested. One of her favorite parts of making love with Viktor was watching his face tense just before he emptied his seed into her.

"Is okay," Viktor soothed, "Now grab headboard," Again, Hermione did as Viktor instructed and grabbed one of the many vertical rods on the headboard of their shared bed. Viktor tied the last piece of silk around her wrists, restraining her from using her hands for the evening.

"Viktor!" Hermione whinned, "I can't see you and now I can't even touch you!"

"Vill be just fine. I promise." Hermione felt Viktor stand up, only to feel his weight again burden the lower end of the mattress.

"Vill feel good. Just for you," Viktor whispered, taking Hermione's left foot in his hands. He gently rubbed her foot, soothing her aching muscles she often complained about. Before switching to her right foot, he kissed her left foot and gently sucked on her toes. He did the same to her right foot.

"Mmm…" Hermione moaned. Viktor, next proceeded to kiss his way up her legs, alternating as so neither felt left out, because Viktor knew fairness was high on Hermione's priority list. When he reach the area just outside her core, Viktor placed wet, sucking kisses on the inside of each of her thighs. Her lite brown hair tickled his face. Her scent dominated his nose.

"Herm-own-nee," Viktor growled, "You're so vet, can see juices dripping."

Viktor saw a slight blush raise in Hermione's cheeks. It amazed him how she could be embarrassed at what he saw as absolute perfection. "Should not let such tasty treasure vaste." Viktor placed each of Hermione's legs over his shoulders and allowed his tongue to dart inside of the folds of her labia. He licked slow, long strides, causing her to squirm. Finding the bundle of nerves, Viktor attacked her clitoris without mercy. This was Viktor's MO, he would make her cum once, without even entering her in anyway. He sucked and lapped at the bundle of nerves. Alternating gently, loving strides with his tongue and brief, little nibs with his teeth. It wasn't long before Hermione began to feel the familiar sensation.

"Viktor, oh, don't stop," she pleaded, "I'm almost there."

Viktor was enthused to continue his work, lapping and sucking at the bundle of nerves, then slowly licking her folds. It wasn't long until Hermione's hips gave an involuntary buck and she cried out his name.

Viktor thought to himself, "one down, several more to go."

à There's never been a mention of a middle name to my knowledge for Viktor. I just happen to like the name Ian, and it seemed to roll of the tongue quite well.