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Viktor had asked her out on a date and of course Hermione had agreed. He was everything you could ask in a man: Charming, funny but not a clown and serious when needed. A true gentleman through and through, always very respectful of her and mindful of her family's instructions to have her back before 11 o'clock. He never really struck Hermione as the kind of person that would hesitate to speak his mind, but as they walked towards Hermione's house after a wonderful time, he just kept throwing glances at her and Hermione really couldn't help but wonder what was wrong and why wouldn't he say what was in his mind.
"Viktor-" Hermione spoke up, breaking what was becoming an akward silence "What's in your mind? I can tell there's something bothering you"
"I-uh" Viktor glanced around shyly, as if he was afraid that he'd say something embarrasing and it made Hermione smile because the thought of Viktor saying something embarrasing was honestly laughable. He was the cool guy that always had a smooth answer in mind.
"Have I mentioned how beautiful you look tonight, Hermione?" Viktor was up to something, Hermione was sure of it. But what? She couldn't really say, her body language reading skills had always been a bit lacking; which was funny because she could smell plots a kilometer away and deduce culprits almost telepathically.
"Yes, Viktor-" Hermione decided to chuckle and lead him on until she figured out what was going on inside Viktor's head "You've said it before and I am flattered by your praises, I truly am. Most romance cliches would dictate me to say that flatery would get you everywhere"
"What about just a kiss for tonight?" Viktor asked and honest to God, he was blushing.
'Viktor Krum wants to kiss me?' Hermione asked herself and laughed because...
"Really?" Hermione asked, not believing that was what had Viktor so nerouvs "Viktor, I really don't think you0d like that"
"How do you know?" Viktor asked as he looked at Hermione as if she had grown three heads "Because trust me, Hermione. The mere thought of a kiss from you has consumed me for longer than I can think of"
"Well-" Hermione realized in that moment how silly she was about to sound "I-I don't have any mints on me or anything and I really-" she pinched the bridge of her nose as she meditated on what she was about to say and blushed a beet red when the words came to her "I really don't have what you'd call experience"
Viktor was smart, he could tell what she meant and blushed at the confession Hermione had made just as hard as she had before saying shyly but confident "It would be my honor and privilege to be your first"
Hermione chuckled a little as she shifted her weight between one foot and the other nervously "You're not taking my virginity, Viktor. It's just a kiss"
"Yes, of course!" Viktor went even more red than what he already was somehow "I'm only kissing you...but it would mean the world to me to have the honor of being your first kiss"
"So, what do I do? I wouldn't mind kissing you but I....just have read about it. And it really all like absurd fantasy that you can tell it's meant to sound pretty" Hermione slapped herself mentally for starting to kill the mood by being so nervous about what was really a simple act of affection that she actually was curious about.
"Allow me" Viktor said as he closed the distance between them and hesitantly approached Hermione, giving her plenty of time to move away if she wanted; so much time actually, that she was the one that closed the distance and locked lips with him.
It felt...it felt nice. A tingle of sensations that couldn't really be described but definitely not the fireworks she had read of so often in books and romance novels. It was a sensation that crawled up all over her spine in a nice way but overall it wasn't really that much of a deal. She was coming to the conclusion Romeo went mad with love over nothing, either that or he really was that deprived of physical contact.
Viktor parted and it was until then that she realized she hadn't closed her eyes when she was supposed to and Viktor just paled at the sight of that, so to his benefit she simply said "wow" before smilling her best ear to ear intentional smile, praying it was good enough for him to be assured he was a good kisser and that she had...had she even actually enjoyed that?
"I-uh" Viktor spoke hesitantly before taking Hermione's hand and starting to walk, the girl follwing his lead as they walked in a silence that was simply there, nor akward nor comfortable but not the kind of silence that two lovers would've indulged in after kissing.
When they reached the threshold of her house, Viktor kissed Hermione's hand before saying with an earnest smile on his face "I hope you had as much of a wonderful time as I did, Hermione. Have a good night"
And with that he turned around and left, his movements as stiff as a rock. Hermione could tell he was horrified in some manner and Hermione could only ask herself if she had botched things somehow. If she had, then maybe that was why she hadn't understood why kissing was so romantic and scandalous back in the day. Perhaps there was a historical reason?
Hermione's mind raised with questions as she raised her hand to press the door buzzer when all of the sudden it opened, and from behind them her parents smiled as if they had won the lottery and placing each a hand in one of her shoulders, showed her in, took her all the way into the house and sat her on their living room's couch.
"How was it?" Her mom asked excited "Had a fun night?"
"Yeah" Hermione deadpanned and her father asked before Hermione had time to wonder why they were acting like this.
"Did you had fun? Did you held hands?" Hermione's father seemed joyful, as if he had been the one kissed "Did you kiss?"
"Yeah" Hermione deadpanned again and her horror grew at how her parents were more excited about their daughter's first kiss than she was; in dismay Hermione placed her head in her hands and her elbows on top of her legs and pondered where and how she had botched the bloddy thing.
Hermione focused so hard on analysing the moment that she didn't noticed her parents sitting down next to her, one at each side, until her mom asked cautiously "What's wrong, Hermione? Did he-Did he forced you to do it?"
"What? No!" Hermione said and her father opened his mouth to most likely assure her it was Ok to tell them what had happened but Hermione didn't let him talk "It's just-It wasn't what I thought it would be. I think I botched it somehow, somewhere in the process or something"
"Why do you say that, love?" Her mom asked herwith wide eyes and Hermione decided to be honest.
"Because you're more excited than I was...and frankly I don't know what I just did"