Yuuki Miyaka (miyaka) wrote, @ 2003-04-20 20:12:00

First Kiss (written for wonkyfaints' birthday)
Title: First Kiss
Author: Yuuki Miyaka
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing or POV: Viktor/Hermione
Written for: wonkyfaints
Special Note: Happy Birthday!

He found her in the gardens, trying not to cry. When she looked up and saw him standing there, two cups held in his hands, stance awkward and uncertain, she smiled weakly. He sat down beside her on the bench, putting the drinks to one side. "Hermione?" he asked, his exotic accent wrapping around the name and warping it slightly, but she didn't care anymore. She sniffled, forcing her smile to widen.

He raised a hand to her cheek, tracing the soft skin there as he continued to gaze at her. He didn't ask her what was wrong. If she wanted him to know, she would tell him. Instead, he caressed her cheek, watching her eyes as they closed half-way. He could tell the exact moment she'd let go of the thoughts of Ron, and in that moment, he smiled. He said her name again, and this time, his voice was as much a caress as his finger.

"Thank you, Viktor," she said gently, her voice clear once more. He realized, in that instant, that more than anything else, he wanted to kiss her. Letting his finger trace her lips, he was gratified to see her eyes close fully. The soft skin under his fingertip was enticing, and he wondered if it would taste as good as it felt. He was curious, too, whether she'd ever been kissed before.

His hand moved away, and she remained there, face tilted ever so slightly up, eyes closed. She looked hopeful, expectant, and utterly, completely beautiful. He lowered his head, catching her lips with his. At first, it was soft on soft, dry, closemouthed. But even that was incredibly intoxicating. He breathed in through his nose and discovered that she smelled of vanilla, light and sweet. Slowly, he traced her lips with his tongue, asking for more. And she granted it, parting them, opening herself to him.

Her hands came up, catching the front of his robes as she let her head fall to one side, the angle deepening the kiss further. Sweetness and silk, he thought, his mind growing hazy with the passion of the kiss. She'd surprised him with her responsiveness, this little bookworm who was beautiful to him because she treated him exactly as she treated almost everyone else. He held her shoulders to steady her, to steady himself as he explored her mouth further, noting the soft cinnamon taste of her.

When he pulled back finally, she was smiling again, her sadness forgotten. He caressed her cheek once more, feeling the weight on his soul lighten. "Come, Hermione. Let's go dance."

~End~

Word Count: 432

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