#vikmione

Hermione and Viktor approached the hag's hut. The journey back had been a blur of adrenaline and conflicting emotions. Now, standing on the threshold of potentially undoing the magical bond that had brought them together, she felt a strange mix of anticipation and reluctance.

The hag's cackling laughter greeted them as they entered the dimly lit cottage. "Well, well! Look who's back, and in one piece, too. I must say, I'm impressed."

Hermione stepped forward, holding out the delicate flowers. "We got what you asked for," she said. "Now, about the tattoos."

The old woman's eyes gleamed as she snatched the blooms from Hermione's hand. "Ah, yes. Beautiful specimens, these are. You've done well, dearies."

As the hag bustled about, gathering ingredients and muttering incantations, Hermione stole glances at Viktor. 

Her mind drifted back to their close encounter in the hollow tree. She licked her lips as she recalled the press of Viktor's muscular chest against her body. The memory of his strong arms around her had goosebumps form on her skin.

She bit her lip, remembering how she'd felt his body responding to her closeness. The firm press of his growing arousal against her thigh had ignited something primal within her. Far from being scandalized, she'd found herself thrilled by his obvious desire.

A warm flush spread across Hermione's cheeks and down her neck as her body reacted to the vivid recollection. She shifted restlessly, aware of a growing ache between her thighs. 

Viktor stood mere feet away, his broad shoulders and athletic build on full display as he conferred with the hag. Hermione's eyes traced the lines of his body hungrily. She imagined running her hands over his sculpted muscles, feeling his skin hot beneath her palms.

A daring thought flitted through her mind - what if they'd given in to temptation right there in that tree hollow? She pictured Viktor pressing her up against the rough bark, his strong hands roaming her body as he claimed her lips in a searing kiss. 

Hermione pressed her thighs together, trying to quell the throbbing need building within her core. She wanted - no, needed - more. She craved the feel of Viktor's body moving against hers, inside her. The urge to drag him into the nearest secluded spot and have her wicked way with him was nearly overwhelming.

"Right then," the hag's raspy voice cut through Hermione's thoughts. "The potion's ready. One sip each should do the trick."

Hermione stared at the small vial of shimmering liquid the hag held out. This was it - the moment they'd been working towards. So why did she suddenly feel so hesitant?

"Before we do this," Hermione said, her voice barely above a whisper, "I need to know. Will this-- will it undo everything? The, the... feelings?"

The hag's wrinkled face softened slightly. "The potion will remove the tattoos, dearie. Nothing more, nothing less. As for the rest..." She glanced between Hermione and Viktor, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "Well, that's entirely up to you two."

Hermione nodded, taking a deep breath. She turned to Viktor, searching his dark eyes for any sign of what he might be thinking. "Are you ready?" she asked.

Viktor's gaze was intense as he looked at her. "If this is vot you vant, Her-my-oh-knee, then I am ready."

With trembling hands, Hermione took the vial. She raised it to her lips, pausing for just a moment before taking a small sip. The liquid was cool on her tongue, tasting faintly of cherries. She passed the vial to Viktor, watching as he drank his share without hesitation.

For a moment, nothing happened. Then, a tingling sensation spread from Hermione's wrist, traveling up her arm. She looked down, watching in fascination as the elegant script of Viktor's name began to fade from her skin. Beside her, Viktor was examining his own wrist, where her name was similarly disappearing.

In a matter of seconds, it was done. The tattoos were gone, leaving behind unmarked skin as if they had never existed at all.

Hermione stared at her wrist, running her fingers over the spot where Viktor's name had been.

Hermione shivered as another gust of icy wind cut through her soaked robes. The magical storm had come out of nowhere, transforming the clear evening sky into a tempest of swirling purple clouds and crackling lightning. She squinted through the downpour, barely able to make out Viktor's broad shoulders as he forged ahead.

"There is a village over there," Viktor shouted over the howling wind, pointing to a cluster of lights in the distance. 

Relief flooded through Hermione as they stumbled towards the faint glow of civilization. Her teeth chattered uncontrollably, her body trembling from the cold that seemed to seep into her very bones. As they drew closer, she could make out the outlines of quaint cottages and shops, their windows battened down against the raging storm.

A weathered sign swung violently in the wind, creaking on its hinges. "The Drunken Unicorn," Hermione read aloud, hope surging in her chest at the sight of the small inn.

They burst through the heavy wooden door, bringing a gust of wind and rain with them. The warmth of the inn's interior hit Hermione like a physical force, making her skin tingle as feeling slowly returned to her numb extremities.

A portly man with a bushy mustache looked up from behind the bar, his eyebrows rising at the sight of the two bedraggled travelers. "Blimey," he exclaimed, hurrying over with a stack of towels. "You two look like you've been through the wringer. Caught in the storm, eh?"

Hermione nodded gratefully as she accepted a towel, her fingers fumbling with the thick fabric as she tried to dry her face. "We didn't see it coming," she explained, her voice hoarse. "Is there any chance you have a room available for a couple of hours?"

The innkeeper's expression turned sympathetic. "Aye, that I do. But I'm afraid you've stumbled into more than just a bit of bad weather, miss. This here's a Tempest Storm - magical in nature. It'll rage all night, and it's not safe to travel until it passes."

"But we really should be getting back to Hogwarts." 

"I wouldn't recommend it, miss. The roads are treacherous in this weather, and there are all sorts of nasty creatures that come out when the skies open up like this. No, you'd be best off staying put for the night."

Hermione exchanged a worried glance with Viktor. They hadn't planned on staying away from Hogwarts overnight. But one look at the raging storm outside the window made it clear they had little choice.

“Ve vill take the room."

Hermione reached for her coin purse but Viktor grabbed her wrist.

" No ," he commanded.

Hermione wanted to protest but Viktor's scowling face held her at bay. He'd never used that tone on her before and she liked it.

The innkeeper eyed them thoughtfully. "Well now, I only have one room left. A nice cozy little thing, perfect for a young couple like yourselves."

Hermione felt her cheeks flush at the implication, but before she could protest, Viktor was nodding. "That vill be fine," he said, reaching into his pocket for his coin purse.

The innkeeper nodded, retrieving a large iron key from behind the bar. "Right this way, then. I'll show you to your room."

As they followed the man up a creaking wooden staircase. She hadn't packed for an overnight stay. Would her transfiguration skills hold if she changed her clothes to PJs? Could she sleep in her clothes? Probably, but she didn't want to. It'd just serve as a reminder of running from Death Eaters in the middle of the night. What would people think when she and Viktor didn't return to the castle? Oh, Merlin. What was Ginny going to think? The last thing she needed was Ginny teasing her about spending the night with her "Bulgarian Bon-Bon." The thought of spending the night alone with Viktor sent a flutter of nervous excitement through her stomach.

The innkeeper pushed open a heavy oak door, revealing a cozy room lit by the warm glow of oil lamps. Hermione's eyes were immediately drawn to the large four-poster bed dominating the center of the room. The single bed. Any and all of her thoughts revolved around what they could do in that bed. Looking at it, it was pretty big.

"Here we are," the innkeeper said cheerfully, seemingly oblivious to the sudden tension in the air. "There's extra blankets in the chest if you need them. The bathroom's down the hall. If you need anything else, just give a shout."

With that, he handed Viktor the key and bustled back downstairs, leaving Hermione and Viktor alone in the quiet room.

Hermione stood unmoving, her eyes locked on the bed. One bed. For both of them. Her heart hammered in her chest as the implications sank in.

"I can sleep on the floor," Viktor offered quietly, breaking the silence.

Hermione turned to look at him, taking in his damp hair and the way his wet shirt clung to his muscular frame. The thought of him spending the night on the cold, hard floor made her chest tighten with guilt.

"Don't be ridiculous," she said, forcing a lightness into her tone that she didn't quite feel. "The bed's plenty big enough for both of us. We're both adults, after all."

Viktor's dark eyes searched her face for a moment before he nodded. "If you are sure," he said softly.

Hermione swallowed hard, trying to ignore the way her pulse quickened at the thought of sharing a bed with Viktor. "Of course," she said, her voice only slightly higher than normal. "It's just sleeping, after all."

"If you say so."

Hermione's breath caught as Viktor's eyes raked over her, dark and intense. 

"Ve should get out of these vet clothes," 

Hermione blushed. "I... what?"

A hint of a smirk played at the corner of Viktor's mouth. "So ve do not get sick," he clarified, his tone innocent. But then his eyes glinted mischievously. "Vot vere you thinking, Her-my-oh-knee?"

Hermione's blush deepened. "Nothing! I just... I'll go change in the bathroom."

She turned to flee, but Viktor's hand on her arm stopped her. "I could help," he offered, his voice low.

Hermione's heart thundered in her chest. She knew she should say no, that this was a line they shouldn't cross. But the memory of their night in the library, of Viktor's hands on her body, sent a thrill of desire through her. 

"I... yes," she whispered.

Viktor's eyebrows shot up, genuine surprise flickering across his usually stoic features. He took a step closer, his body radiating heat. "Are you sure?" he asked softly.

Hermione met his gaze, understanding the weight of the question. If she said yes now, there would be no going back. They would cross that line, and everything would change. This time there was no potion to blame. 

She nodded.

"Okay." He smirked again, that playful glint returning. "Then let me help," he murmured.

His fingers found the clasps of her robes, slowly unfastening them. As he pushed the heavy fabric from her shoulders, his lips brushed against her neck.

"Beautiful," he murmured against her skin. "So beautiful, kote."

"W-What does that mean? You kept saying it…" her cheeks warmed even more. "The other night."

"Kitten."

"Oh," she breathed out. Viktor's hands slid under her jumper, his calloused palms warm against her stomach. He pulled the garment over her head, his eyes darkening as they roamed over her exposed skin.

"Perfect," he breathed, leaning in to press a kiss to her collarbone. 

Heat pooled in Hermione's belly. Her fingers itched to touch him, to explore the muscular body.

"Can I..." she started, then swallowed hard. "Can I take yours off too?"

Viktor caught her hands in his, bringing them to his lips. He kissed each fingertip reverently. "You can do votever you vant vith me," he said, his voice rough with want.

With trembling fingers, Hermione pushed Viktor's robes from his shoulders. She tugged his shirt over his head, revealing the chiseled planes of his chest and abdomen. Her hands roamed over his skin, marveling at the hard muscle.

Soon, they stood before each other, completely bare. Hermione's eyes widened as she took in Viktor's naked form. His body was a work of art, all lean muscle and smooth skin. Her gaze dropped lower, heat flooding her cheeks as she saw his impressive member.

Viktor's fingers ghosted over her breasts, making her gasp. He stepped closer, and Hermione felt the hot, hard length of his cock against her stomach. She ached to touch him, to wrap her hand around it.

As if reading her mind, Viktor took her hand and guided it to his cock. Hermione wrapped her fingers around him, marveling at the contrast of velvet-soft skin over steel-hard flesh. She stroked him experimentally, drawing a deep groan from Viktor's throat.

Encouraged, Hermione continued her explorations. She trailed her fingers along his length, cupped his heavy balls in her palm. Viktor's breathing grew ragged, his hips rocking slightly into her touch.

"Her-my-own-ninny," he groaned. "You are driving me mad."

Hermione looked up at him through her lashes, a small smile playing at her lips. But then Viktor stepped back, breaking contact.

"You should shower," he said, his voice rough. "Get varm."

Disappointment crashed over Hermione. She nodded, trying to hide her crestfallen expression as she turned towards the bathroom. But then Viktor's hand closed around hers, tugging her gently towards him.

"Come," he said, a mischievous glint in his eye. "I vill help you get clean."

Hermione's heart soared as Viktor led her into the bathroom. As he turned on the shower and steam began to fill the small space.

As the warm water cascaded over her body, Hermione felt her nerves melt away. Viktor's strong hands glided over her skin, spreading soap across her shoulders and down her arms. She shivered as his fingers trailed along her sides, ghosting over the curve of her breasts.

"Is this okay?" Viktor murmured, his breath hot against her ear.

Hermione nodded. Her body tingled with anticipation as Viktor's hands moved lower, caressing her stomach. Viktor's fingers ventured even lower, tracing the contours of her cunt. The sensation of his touch there was electric. She gasped, as he found her clit. She needed him to touch her already.

"Tell me vot feels good," Viktor murmured, his voice a soft rasp in her ear.

Viktor began to stroke her gently. His touch was feather-light, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

He had an impressive, no, an extraordinary memory, she thought dazedly. It was as if he'd taken a mental note of every gasp, every shudder, and was now using that knowledge to bring her to the brink. In no time at all, he found that sweet spot, the place that made her legs quiver and her toes curl against the wet tiles beneath her feet.

She clutched at his shoulders, her fingers digging into the solid muscle there as she struggled to remain standing.

"That," she whispered. "Right there. Vik."

His name on her lips seemed to spur him on, and he continued his tugging, circling her clit leaving her boneless and trembling. Her hips rocked instinctively, seeking more friction.

"Like this?" Viktor asked, increasing the pressure slightly.

"Yes," Hermione moaned. "Oh gods, yes."

She leaned back against Viktor's broad chest, her head falling onto his shoulder as waves of pleasure washed over her. His free hand came up to cup her breast, thumb brushing over her hardened nipple.

Hermione reached behind her, fingers wrapping around Viktor's thick shaft. He groaned low in his throat, his hips jerking forward.

"Show me," Hermione whispered. "Show me how to touch you."

Viktor's hand enveloped hers, his fingers long and sure guided her. With a gentle squeeze, he encouraged her to apply more pressure, to trace the veined length of him with a firmer grip. Hermione followed his lead, her strokes becoming more confident, more purposeful. She watched his face, noting the way his eyelids fluttered closed, the slight parting of his lips.

Then, with a subtle shift of his hand, he urged her to quicken her pace.  Merlin, he was so incredibly sexy, and here she was stroking his cock. She wet her lips. She felt powerful, in control knowing she made him like this.

Each stroke, each moan from Viktor's lips made her wetter, needier. 

"Like that," Viktor breathed. "Just like that, kote."

Their hands moved in tandem, pleasuring each other as the shower steam swirled around them. Hermione felt herself climbing higher and higher, chasing her release. Viktor's fingers moved faster, circling her clit with practiced skill.

"Viktor," she gasped. "I'm going to..."

"Let go," he murmured. "Come for me, Her-my-own-ninny."

With a cry of ecstasy, Hermione tumbled over the edge. Her body shuddered against Viktor's as waves of pleasure crashed over her. She felt him tense behind her, his cock pulsing in her hand as he found his own release.

For several long moments, they stood under the warm spray, holding each other as they caught their breath. Hermione's legs felt weak, her entire body buzzing with residual pleasure.

"That vas..." Viktor began.

"Amazing," Hermione finished, turning in his arms to face him.

She stretched up on her toes, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. Viktor responded immediately, deepening the kiss as his arms tightened around her waist. When they finally broke apart, both were breathless once more.

"Ve are just getting started." He stated, kissing the top of her head.

Hermione clenched her legs. She reached for a towel, but he gently took it from her hands. 

"Let me," he murmured, his dark eyes intense as he began to tenderly dry her skin. 

His touch was reverent, his large hands gliding over her curves. Hermione let out a short moan as Viktor's fingers grazed and squeezed the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. 

She gasped as Viktor's strong arms lifted her effortlessly. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her to the bed, her skin tingling where it pressed against him. 

"Viktor" she breathed as he lowered her onto the soft mattress. His dark eyes blazed with desire as he gazed down at her.

"Tell me vot you vant, kote," Viktor murmured, trailing kisses along her collarbone. 

Hermione's breath hitched. "I want... I want you to touch me. Please."

Viktor's lips curved into a wicked smile. "Vith pleasure."

Viktor's lips trailed a fiery path down her body. Each kiss felt like a brand, searing her skin. When he reached her breasts, he worshipped them with a fervor that made her arch off the bed, a soft moan slipping from her parted lips. The sensation of his mouth on her, warm and insistent, was amazing.

She wanted more as his teasing kisses ventured lower, tracing her stomach, until finally, his breath ghosted over the apex of her thighs. Hermione was afloat on a sea of desire, trembling with a need so deep it was almost painful.

The first swipe of his tongue on her was like a jolt of pure electricity. 

"Oh god, Viktor," she moaned. "That feels incredible."

"Call me 'Vik' and I vill make you see stars." He said, his obsidian eyes on her as he teased her swollen clit. 

Gods, she needed more of that tongue of his.

"Viktor, please, I—"

Viktor's strong hands gripped her hips, pinning her to the mattress.

" No ,'" he growled.

"Vik," she tried again

Viktor hummed. He continued, delving deeper into her cunt. Hermione's fingers threaded through his dark, tousled hair, clutching at him as if he were her anchor in the storm of sensation that threatened to overwhelm her.

With each skilled stroke of his tongue, she was undone a little more, gasping and whimpering. Hermione was lost in a haze of desire, her legs trembling, her heart racing, as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her, pulling her under into a sweet, blissful abyss.

Viktor's hand moved with purpose, his fingers slipping into her. He curled them just so, a deft movement that seemed to touch the very core of her. The sensation was blinding, a cascade of stars exploding behind her eyelids as she arched into his touch.

"More!"

He complied. Each deliberate stroke sent shockwaves of pleasure through her, unraveling her thoughts until there was nothing but pure pleasure. Hermione's fingers clutched at the sheets.

"Come for me again, kote," he urged. "Let me taste you."

It didn't take long before Hermione was crying out, her body shuddering with the force of her orgasm. Viktor worked her through it, his touches gentling as she came down from her high.

When she could breathe again, Hermione tugged Viktor up for a deep kiss. She could taste herself on his lips.

"My turn," she whispered, pushing gently at his shoulders.

"You do not haff to."

She smiled. "I know but I want to."

The witch trailed kisses down his chiseled abs, savoring the way his muscles tensed under her touch. When she reached his impressive length, she hesitated for a moment.

"I... I've never done this before. Tell me what to do," she said, looking up at him through her lashes. "I want to make you feel good too."

He reached down to cup her cheek. "Start slow," he instructed, his voice husky. "Use your tongue first. Then just do vot feels natural. And if I like something, I vill let you know."

Encouraged, to not only do well, but excel, Hermione wrapped her hand around the base of his shaft, her fingers barely meeting around his girth. She gave an experimental lick along the underside, drawing a sharp intake of breath from Viktor. The sound was a heady reward, encouraging her to continue. Feeling brave, she took him into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the tip as she adjusted to the new sensation.

"Fuck," Viktor groaned. "Just like that, kote. Suck my cock."

Her cunt throbbed in response to his words. She had just had an orgasm, but she still needed more. She needed him inside of her. 

Hermione followed his instructions, alternating between licks and gentle suction, her movements guided by the sounds of his pleasure and the subtle shifts of his body. She watched Viktor's face, noting what made his breath catch or his hips buck. Each reaction was a clue, a piece of the puzzle that she was eager to solve. She wanted to memorize every nuance of his desire, to learn what drove him wild and to be the one to give him that ecstasy.

Hermione felt a sense of triumph every time Viktor's hand twitched in her hair, every time his thighs tensed beneath her. She was doing this to him, reducing the stoic Quidditch champion to a man moaning her name.

As she grew more confident, Hermione increased her pace, taking him deeper.

"So good," Viktor praised, his accent thicker than usual. "You are perfect."

Hermione redoubled her efforts, taking him deeper into her mouth. She hollowed her cheeks, sucking harder as she bobbed her head.

Viktor's hands fisted in the sheets. "Her-my-own-ninny," he gasped. "Stop, or I vill--"

Hermione pulled back, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "Isn't that the point?" she teased.

Viktor chuckled, sitting up to pull her into a hot wet kiss. "Not yet," he murmured against her lips. "I vant to be inside you vhen I come."

She nodded, suddenly feeling shy again. "Um, how should I—?"

Viktor's eyes darkened. "On your back," he said, his voice rough. "I vant to see your face."

Hermione lay back on the bed, her legs parting instinctively as Viktor settled between them. He braced himself on one arm, using his free hand to guide himself to her entrance.

"Are you ready?" he asked softly.

Hermione nodded, her fingers digging into his shoulders. "Yes," she breathed. "Please, Vik."

He uttered a contraceptive charm as Viktor pushed inside her, the slow, deliberate stretch of her body around his making her feel full in the most exquisite way. When he was fully seated within her, he paused, pressing his forehead against hers.

"You feel amazing. So tight and vet for me."

A whimper escaped Hermione's lips, and she rocked her hips, the slight movement felt amazing. Each nerve seemed to sing with the sensation of his cock inside of her.

"Move," she urged. "Please, I need--"

Viktor didn't need to be told twice. He began to thrust, his movements starting slow and deep. Gradually, he picked up the pace, his rhythm matching the crescendo of their mingled moans. Hermione met him thrust for thrust, her legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer.

"мака му," Viktor growled and although she couldn't understand, she still knew what he was saying.  "You take my cock so so good kitten. So perfect for me. Just me."

His words, so deliciously crude made her cunt clench around him. "Harder," Hermione gasped, her fingers digging into the firm muscles of his back. "Please, Vik, I need more."

Viktor obliged, snapping his hips with more force, the sound of their flesh filled the room. The new angle had him hitting a spot deep inside her that made Hermione see stars, each thrust threatening to shatter her into a thousand pieces of pure bliss.

"Yes! Yes!" she cried out, a high sound she barely recognized as her voice. "Don't- don't stop."

"Never. I could fuck you forever, kote. You feel too good."

Hermione whimpered.

She gasped as Viktor's hand tangled in her hair, gently tugging her head back into the pillow. His lips brushed her ear as he murmured praise, his voice rough with desire.

"You're incredible," he growled. "So beautiful, so perfect for me."

She'd never imagined Viktor could be so vocal, and the effect was intoxicating. Each phrase of praise had her wanting to hear more, stoking the fire of her arousal.

Viktor's rhythm faltered for a moment, and he let out a deep groan. "Her-my-oh-knee," he said, his voice strained. "I need more. Can you--?"

Hermione nodded eagerly. "Yes," she breathed. "Anything."

With a gentleness that belied his strength, Viktor withdrew from her and guided her onto her hands and knees. Hermione felt exposed in this new position, but the vulnerability had her cunt throbbing.

"Beautiful," Viktor murmured, his hands caressing the curve of her hips. "You're perfect, kote."

Hermione felt the blunt head of his cock teasing her entrance, and she whimpered with need. "Please, Vik," she begged. "Don't tease."

Viktor chuckled, the sound low and full of promise. "Patience, my Hermione," he said. "I want to savor this moment."

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Viktor began to push inside her once more.

"Oh, Merlin," she moaned. "Viktor, that feels amazing."

"Чувстваш се невероятно," Viktor growled in Bulgarian. "Толкова стегнат, толкова идеален за мен."

He started with slow, deep thrusts that had Hermione clutching at the sheets. But soon, spurred on by her gasps and moans, he picked up the pace.

The room filled with the sounds of their passion - skin against skin, breathless moans, and Viktor's continuous stream of praise and dirty talk.

"Приемаш ме so good," he groaned, in English or Bulgarian, but the sounds were unrecognizable. "Such good vitch"

Hermione felt her arms give out, and she collapsed onto the mattress, her face pressed against the sheets.

Viktor's hands gripped her hips tightly as he rutted into her, his pace almost frantic now. One hand moved to squeeze her bottom, the slight pain mixing deliciously with the pleasure.

"Vik," Hermione gasped. "I'm close. I'm so close."

"Ела за мен, коте," Viktor urged, now this time in Bulgarian, squeezing the flesh of her arse.

She cried out Viktor's name as waves of pleasure crashed over her, her entire body trembling as the ecstasy consumed her.

Viktor followed soon after, his rhythm faltering as he came. He collapsed onto the bed beside her, pulling Hermione into his arms.

For a long moment, they lay there in silence, catching their breath. Hermione felt boneless, utterly sated in a way she'd never experienced before.

"That was..." she began, struggling to find the right words.

"Amazing," Viktor finished for her, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead.

Hermione nestled into Viktor's embrace, her body still humming with pleasure. She felt a strange sense of contentment she'd never experienced before, a sense of rightness that went beyond the physical.

Viktor's fingers traced lazy patterns on her skin, sending little shivers through her. She tilted her head to look up at him, marveling at the softness in his usually stern features.

"Her-my-oh-knee. I haff something to ask you."

"Yes?"

He took a deep breath, his dark smoldering eyes met hers.

"Vill you be my girlfriend?"

She couldn't help the wide smile that spread across her face. "Yes," she said, almost without thinking. "Yes, I'd love to be your girlfriend, Viktor."

Viktor's face lit up with a smile that took her breath away. She hadn't seen that smile since he had asked her to the Yule ball. He pulled her closer, pressing a tender kiss to her lips.

"Maybe ve get tattoos to celebrate," he teased, his fingers brushing over the spot where their tattoos had once been.

Hermione laughed, swatting his chest playfully. "I think we've had quite enough of tattoos for now, don't you?"