"Yuri?" Viktor said as he stood up from the sofa he was on.

"Vhat Viktor?" his Russian team mate asked.

"I vant to go outside for a vhile. Cool brain for tomorrow's match against The Chudley Cannons. Tell Coach Petrov."

Yuri nodded without any questions and with that Viktor left the hotel.

A couple of minute's had passed since leaving the hotel and he now was walking cluelessly along the beach by Hasting's Pier. He had only found out what the place was called after he saw the sign he had passed a while ago, his coach hadn't told him where the Chudley's were based at.

He was in Hastings, famous for many things including the Battle of Hastings, muggle history. Little did they know, Wizards and Witches had been involved not that the muggles would cared, they weren't supposed to know. The last war that Wizards and Witches had been involved in happened six years ago. All nations had vowed never to let war tear nations apart again, so war was illegal now and whoever tried to start one was immediately condemned to death.

The war had been a long and gruelling one, millions of Wizards and Witches had died. A law had been made that each magic family should have at least three children so that numbers would rise faster. The war had been the fall of Voldemort. Harry Potter, Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger had been the integral people to Voldemort's fall. They had all been awarded with medals and a place in History. Every magic school now taught about them during History of Magic, it was a crime to miss them out.

Since the fall of Voldemort, many things had happened. Quidditch had reopened, thankfully. Viktor wasn't that good at anything else, he had been raised with Quidditch all his life after all. Many people died. Many people married. The Chosen One, Harry Potter had married Luna Lovegood, much to Viktor's surprise. He had thought that he would marry the only Weasley girl. The papers said so. Ronald Weasley, the annoying red haired boy as he remembered had gotten married to Hermione Granger. The papers were not allowed to attend their wedding so not much was known about it. Viktor had been curious and hurt when he had found out she had married him. He had always thought there was still time to talk to her... start things over.

It didn't matter now. She was not his anymore. She belonged to Weasley. He on the other hand, belonged to no one.

He had had a couple of girlfriends since the war. Seven blondes, Five jet black and a red head. Thirteen girlfriends. Never had he dated a brunette, it reminded him too much of the first girl he had truly loved. He would feel sorry for the brunette if he had married her, because he would not see her when he looked at her but Hermione. He was afraid that when he kissed her or made love to her he would see Hermione instead of the brunette. She would never get from him what she deserved because of his selfishness. He couldn't let go of Hermione. He didn't like hurting girls.

Looking out towards the sea, he could see a red and violet sky. Twilight as people called it. According to the dictionary 'Twilight is the time between dawn and sunrise and the time between sunset and dusk'. It was the time between dawn and sunrise now.

Viktor took in a breath of beach air as a gentle breeze hit his skin. It was comforting and felt just like when he was flying slowly on a broom. Hastings was beautiful he had to admit. The time from dawn and sunrise especially. He was probably going to love the time between sunset and dusk too.

He was the only person out and about on the beach. The English thought it was too cold to be out here at a time like this. Most of them were asleep, it was way too early anyway. But looking around now, someone had joined him.

A young woman stood a couple of meters away from him, wearing knee length summer dress. From where he was standing, she was probably wearing pink or purple, he couldn't tell because of the dim light the moon was projecting. He could see hair like gentle waves cascading down her back. It was a beautiful sight. He had never seen a woman with such beautiful hair before. He began to wonder what colour it was and started walking closer towards her. Hopefully, the young woman didn't think he was some sick perverted stalker and run off. He wanted to get to know her.

Getting closer, he saw rosey white skin. It looked soft like a babies and looked as if it had been well looked after from the sun. This young lady probably used sunscreen.

He found that her hair was brown. He frowned. She was beautiful. But unfortunately, she had brown hair which meant that it was a no for him. She would remind him too much of Hermione and he would end up screwing her life up if they were to end up together. As he turned around to leave, a sweet voice called out to him.

"Excuse me sir?"

He stood still and did not turn around to face her. He didn't want to see Hermione when he saw her. They had the same brown hair and wavyness. "Yes?"

"I was wondering if you could send this to my parents and friends for me," she said. "These letters. I have the money too so you don't need to pay. Would you put them at the post for me?"

He still didn't turn around. Had he heard this voice somewhere before? "Vhy?"

There was silence for a moment. It was as if the young lady was thinking of her answer that she did not know herelf. "I don't want to send them myself, not that I am lazy," she said. "I'm afraid that if I send it myself, I might change my mind."

"On vhat?" he asked.

An air of uncertainty seemed to have been raised all of a sudden as the young lady was taking a rather too long to answer. "My life has been screwed up since the war," she said. "I thought that he was the one. I'm going to kill myself."

Viktor got worried all of a sudden. Why was this beautiful young lady wanting to kill herself? And who was the bastard who hurt her? He should be ashamed! What war? Muggle War? Viktor felt stupid when he said, "How?"

The young woman sighed. "Look out to the sea."

He did a she told him to and saw the red and violet sky and sea.

"Twilight is beautiful isn't it?" she said.

He nodded.

"Red and violet skies. Nothing beats it."

"Yes. This is my favourite time of day."

"Look at the sea, the water."

He did.

"See the ripples? They look gentle. Soft," she said. "According to pirates, drowning at sea is the best way to die. No pain."

Viktor thought about it. "Yes. No pain I agree," he said. "Vith a knife, it hurts. Vith a noose, it hurts. Jumping from building and landing, hurts. Pills, it hurts. But in vater, no pain... just no air..."
He had a feeling that the young lady was smiling now.

"I'm going to drown," she said. "Don't stop me."
She shoved the letters into his hands and started to make her way slowly out towards the sea.

Viktor didn't stop her from her goal. He just watched her.

He gulped and his eyes widened when she let her summer dress down. He could see her half naked body. She was wearing a simple red bra and underwear and she looked beautiful. Her body was nothing like he had ever seen before from the back. Every curve he saw was beautiful. He bet the front would be better. Before he could stop himself, he was aroused and felt a bulge in his pants.

"Please don't stop me," the young lady said. "I want to die."

Why would someone so young and beautiful and young want to die? he thought. She doesn't deserve to do this to herself. He then began to wonder as the young lady dipped her feet into the water and made her way slowly, deeper. Should I stop her? he thought. This cannot be an infatuation. She is so beautiful... Maybe I can forget Hermione with her...

The young lady tossed her hair back and Viktor saw a bit of her cheek. A flash of a memory left him just as it hit him. Did I see her somewhere before? He looked at the way the young lady walked. It was vaguely familiar. He looked at her thighs with a gulp. The skin.... was so beautiful. The water now covered it up. His eyes drifted to her where her lovely gluteus maximus should be. It was like nothing he had ever seen before... beautiful. Everything about her was beautiful and he felt another erection. This young lady was killing him much more than Hermione had ever done in his dreams.

"When you don't see me anymore," she said. "Leave straight away."

Her voice? he suddenly thought. I have heard it somewhere before... Haven't heard for a long long time...

The young lady moved faster into the water now and had water up to her neck. A small wave came and hit her face. "It is kind of brighter now don't you think? Close to sunrise. Red and violet sky is gone... Can hardly see a thing though," She turned around to face him. "I can't see you. Now go. I have left my fortune to you. Says so in my will."

Viktor froze and stared at her. She may have not seen him but he had definitely and clearly saw who she was. HERMIONE. She had began to swim out and was not as close to shore as she had been a minute ago. VIKTOR?! DON'T JUST STAND STILL FROZEN! he yelled inside his mind at himself. STOP HER!

Hastings was an all muggle area so magic was never to be used here. He frowned and put her letters, will, and his wand down. He quickly took his shirt and shorts off and ran towards the water. The coldness of the water hit him but it didn't matter to him, it felt warm. He launched himself into a dive and swam after her. Why would Hermione want to kill herself? his thoughts rushed as he swam after her as fast as he could. A wave hit his face and he coughed. Did Weasley do this to her?

She was closer now. He had realised that she had stopped swimming. She suddenly let her face into the water and didn't lift her face out, she just stayed like that.

Twenty seconds had probably passed by the time he reached her, it felt like a gazillion years to him. He started to tread the water and quickly lifted her head up. "Vhat are you doing?" he asked. "Don't kill yourself!"

Her eyes were still closed but she scowled at him. "MEN!" she screamed as a wave hit them. "YOU MEN JUST NEVER LISTEN! LEAVE ME TO DIE! I WANT TO DIE!" Her voice suddenly lowered a significant level. "People will think you murdered me if you stay with me this far out. We could die together then, you did no wrong."

Viktor frowned. What had gotten to her head to make her so... suicidal? "Hermione! Please," he said. "Don't do this to yourself, it's not vorth it."

Her eyes opened within a second. She looked scared, worried and surprised. "Viktor?" she whispered.

Another wave hit them and Viktor felt her full weight. She had stopped trying to yank herself away from him and now he was treading water for two. He felt another arousal as he felt her body against his, her breast against his chest.

"No wonder," she said quietly, barely louder than a whisper. "I was wondering if I heard your voice somewhere from before-"

"Hermione," he interrupted. "Vhy are you trying to kill yourself? Go back to shore, you're not vorthy enough to die."
Viktor realised that she had been crying the whole way through, the salty sea water was just covering up the evidence.

"You don't understand," she moaned. Her face suddenly rested on his shoulder.

Viktor wrapped his well built arms around her small body and let his powerful legs tread the water without the aid of his equally powerful arms. His legs were strong enough to go on for hours, training for Quidditch had made it possible. Her arms slipped around his neck and Viktor felt her warm breath against his skin. He frowned as he felt another arousal. He couldn't believe he could be aroused at a situation like this. He was ashamed with himself and tried to avoid Hermione's body from brushing against his manhood.

They just stayed like that for about five minutes. Viktor couldn't believe it. They were in the most random of places in the world, Hastings. They just met in Hastings after seven years since Bill and Fleur's wedding. They were out at sea in Hastings. He was in his boxers and she was in her bra and underwear, they were both half naked and he was holding onto her. It felt weird. Did people who hadn't seen each other for a long time normally meet up like this?

He could feel water on his right shoulder but it was not cold like the sea's. It was warmer. Tears. Hermione was still crying and cry, he will let her. She must have been through a lot to feel suicidal, she didn't seem the type to be.

He kissed her wet hair to comfort her in a way. "It is alright," he said. "You shall not kill yourself, only idiots do that. They don't see any potential in life because they are blinded from their thoughts. Happiness is everyvhere but they don't accept vhat they see. They only see vhat they vant to see, and that is death. Death is not bad but vill be if you see it vrongly."

"I'm sorry," she said. "I was stupid, I wasn't thinking straight."
She looked at him with a tear filled smile. "You must be tired from treading. You are carrying me after all." She sighed. "I feel numb. Can't swim. Too tired."

"I vill svim us back," Viktor said. "Sit on my back, straddle my vaist. I vill be like a horse from the sea. Like a broom made for swimming."

Hermione laughed sincerely.

Viktor felt his heart leap as he began to do the breast stroke to get them back. He hadn't heard her laugh in ages and felt happy. He frowned at another arousal. Hermione was incredibly good at making him feel aroused. He tried to push away his erotic thoughts as he felt her body on his.

"You swim fast," she said when he was ten meters from the beach. "I'm sorry I'm so useless right now. You saved me from stupidity. Then you saved me from not being able to swim."

Viktor smiled. "Nothing to vorry about. I haffent saffed a girl in a long time."
He gently got her off and lifted her up bridal style as her legs were too numb to walk with from stress she was feeling. "I mean young lady," he said with a smile.

He couldn't believe he was holding her in his arms. The love of his life that could not be erased from his head. She looked so beautiful there. He loved red and violet skies, not only was it beautiful, it in a way helped him find Hermione again. It was dusk now. Beautiful still.

As he slowly walked out of the water he forced himself not to look at her full fledged breast. He did let himself have a peak but that ended up with him having another arousal. So he looked at her face instead which had matured a lot. Her nose was slightly different, a bit thinner than he had remembered. She had fixed up her eyebrows as well, it wasn't very bushy anymore. Only thing that hadn't changed was her lips. He tried to get thoughts of kissing her away from him and while he was at it, he didn't noticed his clothes in front of him and tripped over it.

Before he knew it, Hermione was on the floor and lay supine to him. He blushed furiously as she did. He couldn't believe he was straddling her waist. It was a position he had dreamed of everyday. They were both half naked too which made his dream seem more real than ever.

"Vhy did you vant to kill yourself?" he asked her unexpectedly. A stupid question to ask at a time like this. His eyes drifted to her breasts for a fraction of a second before it returned to her face.

"Four years ago. When I was nineteen," she said. "I was stupid."

Viktor frowned at this. Hermione wasn't stupid.

"During the time of the war, I had fallen in love with Ron," she continued with a dreamy look on her face that seemed unreal to him. "We shared a lot together. Hugs. Kisses. I slept with him too, my first. We slept together a lot, that was all he ever wanted to do when we were alone together."

Viktor felt jealous at this but continued to listen to her. He hadn't made love to her during their time together because he had thought that she was too young. He also had made love to other women so she had a right to make love to whoever she wanted.

"After the war, Harry and Luna got married yeah? He broke up with Ginny because Blaise had got her pregnant. Luna comforted him after he found out and they got together."

Viktor didn't know that. The papers always lied.

"Two years later, I was nineteen then. Ron and I decided to get married," she held a happy look for a moment but it disappeared immediately as she continued. "As we were about to exchange vows, Pansy Parkinson ran in and stopped us."

"How? Vhat did she do?" Viktor asked as he removed tendril of wet hair from her face. He saw a better view of her face.

"She told him she was pregnant with his child," Hermione said crying again. "She did run in with quite a tummy. Eight months, she said."

Viktor felt sorry for Hermione, and let half of his body weight on her and gave her a hug in comfort. They had both forgotten what kind of position they were in, but it didn't matter for now.

"I hadn't told Ron back then," she said with a sniffle. "I was also pregnant with his child for a month. But after I heard Pansy's claim. I screamed that the wedding was off and I left."

"I'm sorry," Viktor said. "You hurting so much."

She nodded.
"My daughter is three now," she said. "She's back at my place here, sleeping. Only Harry and Luna knows about her."

"May I know her name?" Viktor asked.

"Rose Jane Granger."

Viktor smiled. "That's a beautiful name."

Hermione blushed. "Thank you." She sighed breathlessly at something that had come to her thoughts. "If you want to know something Viktor. I actually named her after something... it's to do with you."

It was Viktor's turn to blush. "Really?"

She nodded and wrapped her arms around his neck, bringing him closer to her. Viktor could feel her breasts against his chest, her stomach, hips, everything against his body. He grimaced as he felt himself erect. He was only in his boxers so it would be dead obvious. He was relieved when she ignored it brushing her thigh.

"Remember on one of the dates you took me out on?" she asked. "I believe it was our fourth one, you took me out on that crazy broom of yours. You brought me out to see the twilight sky."

He nodded, remembering everything to the boot.

"Viktor! Please! Not so fast!" Hermione pleaded as she sat in front of him on his broom. He had one arm protectively around her waist so there was no way in hell she was going to fall.

"Again?" he asked. "I slowing many. I try."
His English was horrible and he knew it, but somehow Hermione understood everything he said and he was grateful.

"Oh Viktor," she sighed. "This is beautiful. You were right. Twilight is beautiful. I never seen it this close up. You're lucky you can fly on a broom."

"Is dawn and sunrise now," he said. "Betveen, betveen."

Hermione nodded. He could feel the movements on his well built pectorals.

"Hermi-own," he said. "I haff you."

"What?" she asked.

He lifted her up much to her fright and turned her around so that she was facing him. He took his wand out and conjured a rose and a couple of cactus. "Surprise," he said. "Pretty like you. Rose. Loff." He sorted and arranged them into his preferred position with his wand. The flower was in the middle and the many cactus was surrounding it. "Other girls are cactus. You. Rose. Other girls prick and painful. You. Prick hurt too but beautiful."
He smiled as he saw Hermione blush. She looked so charming whenever she did that.

"It's beautiful," she whispered breathlessly. "Thank you. I didn't think you would think of me in such a way. It's beautiful."

"Not beautiful as you," he said.

She giggled. "That was so cheesy."

"Yes, I remember," he said. "You named her after rose I gave you?"

She nodded. "I still have it with me. It's in Rosie's room."

Viktor felt his erection leave him and was relieved. He looked at Hermione and wanted to tell her how beautiful she was. Especially right now. He looked at her and found her staring back at him. Her chocolate orbs were staring into his dark brown ones. He gulped.

"What?" she asked with a smile.

He gulped again and realised how close their faces were all of a sudden. Her arms were around his neck after all and his hands? He was in heaven! One was supporting her head in a way and the other was stroking her thighs! He didn't realise he had been doing that since they fell.

"Oi! You two!" a shrill of a voice suddenly called out. "NO SEX ON THE BEACH!"

Viktor saw a short figure of a middle aged woman look down at them with contempt, but when she saw Hermione she suddenly blushed and smiled. "Oh! Hermione!" she said. "I didn't expect you to be doing such activities!"

Hermione blushed and opened her mouth to speak but was interrupted.

"So he's come back, huh?" she asked. "A good thing to!" She turned her head to face Viktor who was still prone to Hermione. "I'm Mrs. Williams. I work at the cafe. My husband is the beach patrolman. I'm glad you're back to look after your daughter, it was bad to just leave her with Hermione, she's been through a lot you know. Good your back."

So this Mrs. William's thought that she was Rose's father? He liked the idea of it.

"You two better get home, the sun is up." she muttered. "Put some clothes on too." she added after eying the two of them. She then left them and walked away.

Viktor got off of Hermione and helped her to her feet, her legs weren't as numb anymore but she limped when she walked. "Mrs. Villiams thinks I'm Rose's father?" he said.

Hermione sighed. "She's going to go around telling everyone Rose's dad is back. Can you live with it?"

Viktor quickly put his shirt and shorts on and helped Hermione into her summer dress. He managed to avoid gawking at her body. "Yes I think. What about the letters?"

"Throw them in the bin. Don't need them anymore."

"Your will?"

"Tear it up and throw it away."

"Okay."

Viktor had to give Hermione a piggyback ride as they made their way out of the beach, her legs would not listen to her. He chucked the letters into the bin and stepped onto the streets. He smiled when he realised he liked the feeling of her thighs on his hand, he wasn't going to tell her that. "Vhere is your home? I'll take you."

"See that?" she asked, pointing at a cafe called 'Mrs. Williams'". "The one floor home next to it is mine."

A/N First chapter. I was first thinking of doing one but ended up wanting to continue with there story. I think there will be just up to five chapters. Not sure yet.