Chapter Three

She paused, her gaze drifting to Hermione and Viktor, who were lost in the dance. "I'm sure she'll enjoy having Viktor's penis inside of her tonight," she added nonchalantly, her voice light but piercing.

Harry's face burned as he felt a familiar stir in his groin, his body betraying his conflicted emotions. Luna's words cut through the music, sharp and casual, leaving him breathless. "Oh, look, little Harry is awake," she said with a knowing smile, her voice as light as if she were commenting on the weather. "I'm sure you'll enjoy... taking care of yourself tonight. I might do the same in my dorm, to be honest." Harry's grip on Luna tightened, his mind racing as he struggled to process her words. He glanced over at Hermione, who was still lost in the dance with Viktor, oblivious to the storm brewing inside him.

Harry's grip on Luna tightened as he struggled to process her words, his mind racing with a mix of anger and arousal. "Hermione would never cheat on me," he said firmly, trying to convince himself as much as Luna. Luna's serene expression didn't waver, her eyes gleaming with an knowing light. "Oh, Harry, I agree," she said softly, her voice carrying an air of certainty. "But you need to give her the okay to do it. You need to tell her it's alright, that you want her to be with Viktor."

Harry's throat went dry as Luna's words settled over him like a thick, intoxicating fog. His fingers twitched against her waist, the heat of her observation making his pulse throb in his temples. "But why?" he managed to rasp, his voice barely audible over the swell of the orchestra. "Why would I—why would we—?"

Luna's fingers traced idle circles on his shoulder, her dreamy gaze piercing through him. "Because if you don’t," she murmured, leaning in until her lips brushed the shell of his ear, "you’ll marry her. You’ll be happy. But you’ll spend the rest of your life wondering what it would have been like to watch her with him, and whilst she'll always love you, she will never be fully satisfied sexually with just you."

Harry's breath came in shallow gasps, his pulse hammering against his ribs as Luna’s words coiled around his mind like smoke.

Harry's resolve crumbled under Luna's words, the weight of her observations pressing down on him like an invisible ****. He glanced over at Hermione, her pink gown shimmering as she moved gracefully in Viktor's arms. The idea of her with Viktor, of watching her experience pleasure with someone else, ignited a fire within him, a mix of jealousy and arousal that he couldn't ignore. Taking a deep breath, he turned to Luna and nodded, the decision made. "Let's do it," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the music. Luna's smile widened, knowing, as she took his hand and led him off the dance floor.

Luna drifted over to Hermione and Viktor with her signature ethereal grace, her eyes gleaming with a knowing light. "May I cut in?" she asked, her voice as soft as the music swirling around them. Viktor, ever the gentleman, nodded and stepped back, his gaze lingering on Hermione with a mix of admiration and restraint. Luna took Harry's hand, her touch light, and led him back to Hermione. "Here you are," she said, her smile enigmatic. "I think you two have some things to discuss." Harry's eyes met Hermione's, the tension between them palpable.

Harry's hands rested lightly on Hermione's waist as they moved to the rhythm of the music, her pink gown shimmering under the enchanted ceiling. He couldn't help but notice the radiant smile on her face, the way her eyes sparkled as she laughed at something Viktor had said earlier. "You look happy," Harry remarked, his voice soft but tinged with a hint of unease. Hermione turned her gaze to his, her cheeks flushed from the dance. "I am," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "Viktor's been really kind, and the dance is beautiful." Harry's eyes searched hers, trying to read between the lines.

Harry looked at Hermione, his heart racing in his chest. He couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy as he watched Viktor leave. "You look beautiful, Hermione," he said, his voice thick with emotion.

As the music swelled, Harry's hands tightened slightly around Hermione's waist, his eyes locked on hers with a mix of longing and apprehension. "So, what are your plans after the dance?" he asked, his voice low but laced with a vulnerability that made Hermione's heart flutter. She smiled softly, her cheeks still flushed from the exertion of the waltz, and leaned in a little closer. "I'll let him down gently, Harry," she whispered, her breath brushing against his ear. "I promise. My heart belongs to you, always." Harry's chest swelled with relief, but beneath it, a flicker of something darker stirred, a secret desire he dared not speak aloud.

Harry sighed, his fingers trembling slightly against the satin of Hermione’s gown. "Hermione, I need to tell you something," he murmured, his voice rough with barely restrained desire.

Her brows knitted together as she searched his face, the candlelight flickering in her wide, honey-brown eyes. "What is it, Harry?" she whispered back, her pulse quickening at the tension coiled in his jaw.

He swallowed hard, his grip tightening almost imperceptibly around her waist. "I... I want you to enjoy yourself tonight. Really enjoy yourself." His gaze flickered past her shoulder, where Viktor stood near the punch table, his broad frame towering over the other dancers. "With him."

Hermione’s breath hitched, her fingers tightening reflexively on Harry’s shoulders. "What?" she whispered, her voice trembling. The music, the chatter of the ball—everything blurred into white noise as she searched his face for any sign of jest.

Harry’s throat worked, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he struggled to articulate the hunger coiling in his gut. "I mean it," he rasped, his grip sliding lower on her waist, possessive yet yielding. "I want you to… have sex. With him." His gaze darted again to Viktor, who was listening to Luna politely chatter on about nothing, his muscular frame barely contained by his dress robes.

Hermione’s lips parted in shock, her body stiffening against Harry’s hold. “You can’t be serious,” she breathed, her nails digging into the fabric of his robes.

Harry's chest heaved as he struggled to find the right words, his eyes never leaving Hermione's shocked face. "I know this sounds insane, but I've been thinking about this for a while now," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "The idea of you with someone else... it's terrifying, but it also... excites me." He glanced over at Viktor, who was now laughing politely at something Luna said, his broad shoulders and towering frame a stark contrast to Harry's own lean build. "I can't explain it, Hermione. It's like this part of me that I can't control, this desire to see you happy, even if it's with someone else."

Hermione's eyes widened in disbelief, her grip on Harry's shoulders tightening as the music swirled around them. "What are you saying, Harry? You want me to... to sleep with Viktor?" she whispered, her voice trembling with a mix of shock and confusion. Harry nodded, his jaw clenched, his eyes darting towards Viktor, who stood tall and imposing by the punch table, his broad frame exuding confidence. "I know it sounds crazy, but I can't ignore this... this desire anymore," Harry admitted, his voice low and strained. "I want to see you fulfilled, Hermione, even if it's with someone else. And Viktor... he's the perfect choice.

Hermione thinks about it but says she can't cheat on him, Harry assures her it's not cheating if she has his blessing. She tells Harry he has to promise that he won't regret this that he'll still love if she goes through with it.

Hermione’s breath came shallow as she searched Harry’s eyes, her fingers trembling where they gripped his robes. "You swear this isn’t some cruel joke?" she whispered, her voice cracking. "You won’t look at me differently tomorrow?"

Harry’s throat tightened. He could feel the heat of Viktor’s gaze from across the room, the weight of his own twisted longing pressing down on him. "I swear," he rasped, brushing his thumb along the satin curve of her hip. "I want this. For you. For us."

Hermione bit her lip, her pulse fluttering visibly at the base of her throat.

Hermione’s breath came in shallow bursts, her fingers tightening on Harry’s shoulders as she searched his face. “You’re sure?” he whispered, her voice trembling. “You truly want this?”

Harry nodded, his throat dry, his pulse hammering beneath his skin. “More than anything,” he rasped, his fingers flexing against the curve of her waist. “Just… tell me everything after. Every detail.”

A slow, disbelieving exhale escaped Hermione’s lips. Her gaze flickered toward Viktor, who stood near the refreshment table, his massive frame dominating the space around him.

Hermione’s steps faltered as she returned to Viktor’s side, her pulse still rabbiting in her throat. The Durmstrang champion towered over her, his dark eyes flickering with concern as he caught her elbow with surprising gentleness.

“You are pale,” Viktor murmured, his thick accent curling around the words. His thumb brushed her wrist, warm and rough against her skin. “Something is wrong?”

Hermione swallowed hard, forcing a shaky smile. “No, everything’s—everything’s fine.” The lie tasted strange on her tongue, but the weight of Harry’s confession still burned in her chest.

Viktor’s brow furrowed, but he didn’t press.

Hermione swayed slightly as the music swelled around them, Viktor’s large hands warm and steady against the small of her back. Her thoughts spun wildly—Harry’s words, his pleading gaze, the way his fingers had trembled when he admitted his desire. She stole a glance across the ballroom, where Harry stood with Luna. His green eyes locked onto hers instantly, his lips curving into a soft, encouraging smile. Luna, ever perceptive, tilted her head and gave a small, knowing nod, as if she understood the unspoken tension humming between them all.

Hermione’s breath hitched as Viktor’s fingers traced the delicate lace along her collarbone, his dark eyes burning into hers. Oh my God, this is really going to happen, she thought, her cheeks flushing scarlet. The heat of his body pressed against hers made her knees weak, and she could feel the heavy, insistent throb of his arousal even through the layers of their dress robes.

"You are trembling," Viktor murmured, his deep voice roughened with desire. His thumb brushed the rapid pulse at her throat. "Do you wish to stop?"

She swallowed hard, her gaze flickering past Viktor’s broad shoulder to where Harry stood in the shadows, his green eyes wide and hungry.

The final notes of the waltz faded into the enchanted ceiling’s twilight, leaving Hermione’s skin prickling with heat beneath the heavy fabric of her dress robes. Viktor’s palm—broad and damp with exertion—slid down her spine as they parted, his dark eyes lingering on the flush creeping up her chest.

“You are overheating,” he observed, voice gravelly with restrained hunger. His thumb brushed the pearl-strung hollow of her throat, catching on a bead of sweat. “The gardens. Cooler there. Walk with me?”

Hermione’s heart pounded as she nodded, her hand slipping into Viktor’s. She glanced over at Harry, who stood calmly, a reassuring smile on his face. Luna, beside him, waved enthusiastically, her lips forming the words "have fun." The sight sent a mix of emotions swirling through Hermione—guilt, excitement, and a hint of fear. Viktor’s large hand engulfed hers, warm and comforting, as he led her towards the grand doors that opened onto the castle gardens.

As they strolled through the grand doors, the cool night air enveloped them, carrying the faint scent of roses and the distant sound of water lapping against the shore. Viktor’s hand, warm and firm, guided Hermione along the winding path that led towards the lake, the silhouette of the Durmstrang ship looming in the distance. The gardens were bathed in the soft glow of floating lanterns, casting long shadows that danced around them like silent spectators.

As they walked further into the gardens, the cool night air did little to ease the heat coursing through Hermione's veins. Viktor's hand, still clasped around hers, felt like a branding iron, searing her skin with every step. She couldn't help but steal glances at him, his towering frame illuminated by the soft glow of the lanterns. His broad shoulders and chiseled features made him look like a sculpture come to life, and the way he moved with confident grace only added to his allure.

Hermione's curiosity got the better of her as they walked beneath the lanterns. "Viktor," she began, her voice soft but laced with genuine interest, "why did you ask me to the ball? There are so many other girls who... who would have loved to come with you."

Viktor chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that seemed to vibrate through the air. He stopped beneath a particularly large lantern, its light casting a golden glow over his chiseled features. "From the moment I saw you, Hermione," he admitted, his voice low and sincere, "I knew you were different. You did not look at me with that... that starry-eyed admiration I am so used to.

"Plus, you are incredibly beautiful," Viktor added, his eyes locking onto hers with a mixture of admiration and desire. Hermione felt a flush rise to her cheeks as Viktor's gaze swept over her, his voice filled with genuine appreciation.

Viktor's breath whispered against her ear, sending shivers down her spine as he leaned in, his massive frame towering over her. The lanterns swayed gently above, casting flickering shadows on the ground below. Hermione's heart raced as Viktor's lips met hers, the shock of the unfamiliar touch sending a wave of heat through her body. She had never imagined kissing anyone but Harry, and yet, here she was, her lips pressed against Viktor's, the world around her melting away. Viktor's hands, large and powerful, cradled her face, his fingers tangling in her hair as he deepened the kiss.

As Viktor's lips parted from hers, Hermione felt a rush of cool night air fill the space where his warmth had been. She blinked slowly, her cheeks flushed, and her heart pounding in her chest. Viktor's hands still cradled her face, his thumbs gently brushing against her skin. "You are even more incredible than I imagined," he murmured, his voice low and filled with sincerity. Hermione's lips tingled from the kiss, and she couldn't help but smile, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness.

Viktor took a step back, his eyes never leaving hers, and offered his hand. "Would you like to come back to my dorm on the ship?

Hermione hesitated, her mind racing. She had Harry's permission, but the weight of what she was about to do pressed heavily on her chest. It felt wrong, even with Harry's blessing, especially if Viktor was seeking more than just a fleeting moment. She looked up at Viktor, his towering figure illuminated by the soft glow of the lanterns, and felt a mix of desire and guilt.

"Viktor," she began, her voice barely above a whisper, "I... I need to tell you something." Viktor's expression softened, his eyes filled with understanding and patience. He gently brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, his touch sending a shiver down her spine. "You can tell me anything, Hermione," he said, his voice low and reassuring. "I want you to feel comfortable with me."

Hermione took a deep breath, her heart pounding as she struggled to find the right words, she didn't want to hurt Harry by people finding out about his fetish, she came up with a quick lie, or rather a half truth. "I...have a boyfriend...before you say anything, he doesn't attend Hogwarts," she stammered, her cheeks flushing as she avoided Viktor's gaze. Viktor's expression softened, his eyes filled with understanding and patience. He gently brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, his touch sending a shiver down her spine.

Viktor's expression softened further, his eyes filled with genuine curiosity and understanding. He took a step closer, his voice low and gentle, "Hermione, you are an amazing woman, and I can see that you are conflicted. If you have a boyfriend, why did you agree to be my date tonight?" He asked, his tone filled with empathy, showing that he truly cared about her feelings and wanted to understand her perspective. Hermione looked up at him, her eyes reflecting the turmoil inside her. She took a deep breath, preparing to explain the complicated situation she found herself in, torn between her love for Harry and the undeniable attraction she felt towards Viktor.

Hermione's voice trembled slightly as she met Viktor's gaze, the weight of her confession pressing against her chest. "He... he gave me permission," she admitted, her words barely audible over the soft rustling of the lanterns. "He doesn't mind... he actually encouraged me to come with you tonight." Viktor's eyebrows rose in surprise, but his expression remained gentle, his eyes filled with a mixture of curiosity and understanding.

Viktor's eyes narrowed slightly, his brow furrowing as he processed Hermione's words. "So, he knows about us?" he repeated, his deep voice tinged with a mix of curiosity and cautious understanding. Hermione nodded, her cheeks flushing as she looked down, her hands fidgeting nervously at her sides. Viktor took another step closer, his massive frame looming over her, yet there was an unexpected gentleness in his approach. "And he... encourages this?" he asked, his tone soft but probing, as if trying to unravel the complexity of the situation.

Hermione swallowed hard, her throat dry as she met Viktor's gaze. "Yes," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the rustling of the lanterns. Viktor's eyes softened, his expression a mix of surprise and understanding. He took a step closer, his large frame towering over her, yet his movements were gentle, almost cautious. "I... I'm sorry, Viktor," Hermione stammered, her cheeks flushing as she looked down, her hands nervously clutching her dress. "I didn't mean to lead you on. You're really sweet, and I feel terrible for putting you in this situation."

Hermione's words tumbled out in a frantic rush, her cheeks burning as she tried to explain the unexplainable. "I-I didn't mean to confuse you, Viktor, it's just that my boyfriend and I... we have this... arrangement, and I didn't want to hurt you, but I couldn't resist... and now I feel so guilty, but at the same time, I can't deny how I feel when I'm near you..." Her voice trailed off as Viktor's lips gently brushed against her lips, silencing her.

Viktor's lips lingered on hers for a moment, the warmth of his kiss sending a shiver down her spine. When he pulled back, Hermione's cheeks were flushed, and her heart raced as she met his gaze. "I didn't expect that," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. Viktor smiled softly, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

Viktor's thumb traced her lower lip as he pulled back just enough to speak, his deep voice roughened with restrained desire. "You still have not answered me, Hermione," he murmured, his warm breath ghosting over her kiss-swollen mouth. "Will you come back to my dorm tonight?"

Hermione's fingers twisted in the fabric of his Durmstrang coat, her nails scraping lightly against the embroidery as she fought to steady her breathing. The lantern light caught the flecks of gold in his dark eyes, his pupils blown wide with want.

"I..." Her voice faltered when his free hand slid down to cradle the curve of her hip, his grip possessive yet tender.

Hermione’s breath hitched as Viktor’s fingers tightened possessively on her hip, his other hand still tracing her lower lip with maddening slowness. The heat of his body pressed against hers made her pulse flutter wildly beneath her skin.

“Yes,” she whispered at last, the word trembling between them like a vow.