She Is Made Of Gold |Hermione Poly Fic| Book 2

Chapter Two

Welcome to my eternal suffering of not finding any good Vikmione.
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Viktor

He sometimes watched her when she slept. More often then not he couldn't sleep. Insomnia, and nightmares. They were worse when she slept elsewhere. She calmed him in a way that he couldn't possibly explain. He would just let himself get swept up in the sound of her gently breathing.

At the same time he felt bad for it. Did it make him creepy to watch the rise and fall of her chest? The flutter of the hair that hard fallen in front of her lips.

"Viktor, Darling, what is it," she whispered, touching his face in the darkness. Only then did her realise that he had been crying. The tears burned over his skin and he sighed heavily.

"Nothing, flower, you are just so beautiful," he allowed himself to slip into Bulgarian. He didn't do it in front of the others just because they didn't understand.

She stroked his cheek, pressing a kiss to his dry lips. He didn't feel like he deserved it. Her lips were soft and she was so delicate. He felt like he was a clumsy and unsure buffoon.

He struggled with the idea of being good enough for anyone. His whole life he was a celebrity. He still was, but it was never because he wanted to be. He didn't want the spotlight, it upset him to even be seen as someone special. He felt like no one would care once the facade faded to nothing.

She had made it clear many times that she loved him for who he was. Inside.

The next morning came quicker then he would have liked. Hermione had to work, and so did he. The only one in the house yet to find a job was Draco. Who had put in applications everywhere with little to no results.

Viktor and Severus flooed into the castle in the morning. Severus planned on retiring soon but Viktor planned to stay for a while.

Hermione swept through the house like a mini cyclone looking for her ID and medical bag. "Draco, have you seen my left shoe?"

He shrugged and knelt to look under the couch. She made another circle around the living room until she saw the cat, sitting on a dining room chair. The large orange beast was holding the white jogger by the string, desperately trying  to pull it up onto the chair.

"Crookshanks," she cried, exasperated, "You little scamp, give mama her shoe."

He tilted his head, his eyes studying her from within his flat little face. He dropped it obediently, purring when she stroked his back.

Once she had her shoe on she gave them kisses and made her way down the wood steps. The three followed her and stood on the porch. She waved to then before apparating away.

Viktor's smile faded slightly and he glanced up at the sky. The day was relatively nice, the sun just peeking through the clouds.

He turned back and walked slowly towards the floo, waiting silently for his older counterpart.

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Snape

The students in his class didn't dare look him in the eye. He was too threatening. Statuesque and brooding he surveyed the room impatiently.

"Well, I guess no one is going to answer then," he hiss, narrowing his pitch black eyes on a student before him. The kid didn't shrink back, not at first.

Severus stepped back behind his table and began to instruct the class.

He thoroughly wished that he could go home, but this was only the first class of the day.