The Wedding To Top Them All
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Hermione/Charlie
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
6,367
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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The Wedding To Top Them All
Summary: Hermione is about to wed the man of her dreams, making her a Weasley in the process. However, can everyone else deal with the pressure that comes with all of the preparations, or will they just throw in the towel and leave the blushing bride do everything for herself?
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: RW/DM, HG/CW, HP/GW, HG/F&GW(brief)
Disclaimer: The idea for this was not really mine, my friend Alex writing something alone the lines of this for me about my future wedding. However, hers was more comedic and very clean in content! Most of this is mine though, with the exception for the majority of the characters, if not all.
Enjoy!
Chapter One
Who's In My Bed?
It was a beautiful morning on the seventeenth of June. The birds were singing from the branches of the trees outside the second story window and the sun was shining with all of its might through the very same one, serenely streaming across the patch-work quilt that covered the double bed. Two languid bodies currently occupied bed that were trying to keep from being woken up so early in the morning by the pleasantries of the outside world. They had only fallen asleep a few short hours ago and they had wanted to sleep away the morning, and a good part of the afternoon as well until they were unceremoniously wretched from the warmth of the blankets and each other, and forced to go to the rehearsal dinner later on that night. If they were lucky they would not have to help out decorating the church that afternoon as well, perhaps taking the time to explore their flesh a bit more and indulge in some more pleasure. Last night had not been enough to satisfy them.
Sadly, that pleasure was not to come to the two, for not a moment later there was a loud banging on the door and it came with such force that it shook the window where the birds were singing beyond and the sun was shining through.
“Ronald Weasley!” Came the shrill voice of none other than Ginerva Weasley, Ron’s younger sister who had a mouth on her like a blow horn. “Mum wants you to get up and to wake Hermione up as well. We need to start setting up for the wedding before ten if we’re to make the dinner on time! Now wake up Hermione so that I can go into the room and not have to see large expanses of flesh. We’ll all be waiting downstairs.”
Ron gave a hearty moan and rolled himself off of him lover, moaning again as his erection rubbed across some hot skin. He always had problems with his arousal in the morning and he really needed to have it taken care of right away.
“Love, wake up.” He murmured, knowing that once him lover was awake they could have a quick shag and relieve both of the sexual tension that mornings brought. “We have to get up and go help or else Ginny will murder us both and hang us out the window. If you hurry we could have some fun first too.”
That got a reaction. Soon the other body started to move and rolled over to face Ron, saying, “I’ll help you if you help me.”, while reaching down between their tired bodies and grasping onto Ron’s little problem and squeezing.
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Meanwhile, Harry Potter, the boy who lived, was eating his breakfast next to a very awake Ginny and paying attention to Fred and George as they tried to shoot their latest product into the communal porridge for the poor sap who ate from it next. It was all fairly hilarious, seeing that when they missed their targets they sprouted daisies wherever they landed, be it the family clock or Pig as he flew in with the daily mail.
Ginny and her mother Molly, who was busying herself with ironing the veil that Hermione would be using the next day and making last minute alterations to the hem, were so excited about the wedding that they hardly took any notice of the flowers that were sporadically blooming all over the place. The big day was the next day and everyone was in high gear to make everything perfect for the Granger-Weasley wedding. Molly herself could be found weeping tears of joy in a corner every now and then from being so happy that her ‘adopted’ daughter would now really be a member of the family. She was also excited about the grandchildren that would soon, hopefully, follow.
Just as Molly was knotting her piece of threat, biting the end off cleanly, her second eldest son Charlie came plodding down the rickety stairs from the second floor, looking slightly haggard and sleep-deprived. There were bags under the bags under his eyes and dark shadows accentuating them to boot. He also looked anxious and nervous at the same time, just as everyone else in the household had for the last week.
“Charlie, dear, maybe you should take a break from decorating this afternoon and try to catch upon your sleep. We don’t want you to fall asleep as you walk Hermione down the isle, now do we? A nice nap would do you good.” Said Molly as she watched her son fall into his chair and scoop up some porridge for himself, pouring liberal amounts of cream and sugar onto it as he did.
“Thanks mum.” He replied, stirring his breakfast around and around, not really feeling the mood to eat but knowing that he had to. “If Ron would just keep it down at night or put up some silencing charms I might be so tired.”
Molly just tutted and returned back to her work. She knew that her youngest son was in love but he should take into consideration the need to sleep for the rest of the family.
Charlie just sat there and quietly stewed about his brother, being able to be so loud, where he used to get chastised and scolded for doing the same thing. That was why he absentmindedly took a bite of his food and never realized that his lovely auburn hair started to sprout daisies, and never registered that the twins laughter was about him.
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“That’s it love, I love it when you do that thing with your tongue.” Breathed Ron in the throes of ecstasy. He had his fingers intertwined in the long silky hair of the head, which was presently pleasuring him orally. His body was heaving and his hips were thrusting in time with the licks and sucks that were being given to his member. He loved being pleasured orally, especially when the person was so amazing that it took his breath away.
Of course, it didn’t help that Ron was completely in love with the person.
Finally, he came with such a force that it made his entire body lift off of the bed. The sheer delight that was brought with it left him panting for breath, almost as if someone had hit a bludger right at his chest and hit him square on.
He could feel himself being licked clean and feel the kisses that were trailing up his body, from his stomach, to his chest, to his neck, and finally his lips. The kiss shared there was full of passion and untamed lust, leaving both panting and wanting more.
“You are bloody brilliant at that love.” Ron declared once they parted long enough to take a really deep breath of air. “But I think that you need taking care of as well.”
“You better believe it you bloody wanker. I think that you need to return the favor before I have to take drastic measures.” Answered his lover, the lust radiating from every pore.
“Well then, on to your back Draco so you can feel exactly how you made me feel.”
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: RW/DM, HG/CW, HP/GW, HG/F&GW(brief)
Disclaimer: The idea for this was not really mine, my friend Alex writing something alone the lines of this for me about my future wedding. However, hers was more comedic and very clean in content! Most of this is mine though, with the exception for the majority of the characters, if not all.
Enjoy!
Chapter One
Who's In My Bed?
It was a beautiful morning on the seventeenth of June. The birds were singing from the branches of the trees outside the second story window and the sun was shining with all of its might through the very same one, serenely streaming across the patch-work quilt that covered the double bed. Two languid bodies currently occupied bed that were trying to keep from being woken up so early in the morning by the pleasantries of the outside world. They had only fallen asleep a few short hours ago and they had wanted to sleep away the morning, and a good part of the afternoon as well until they were unceremoniously wretched from the warmth of the blankets and each other, and forced to go to the rehearsal dinner later on that night. If they were lucky they would not have to help out decorating the church that afternoon as well, perhaps taking the time to explore their flesh a bit more and indulge in some more pleasure. Last night had not been enough to satisfy them.
Sadly, that pleasure was not to come to the two, for not a moment later there was a loud banging on the door and it came with such force that it shook the window where the birds were singing beyond and the sun was shining through.
“Ronald Weasley!” Came the shrill voice of none other than Ginerva Weasley, Ron’s younger sister who had a mouth on her like a blow horn. “Mum wants you to get up and to wake Hermione up as well. We need to start setting up for the wedding before ten if we’re to make the dinner on time! Now wake up Hermione so that I can go into the room and not have to see large expanses of flesh. We’ll all be waiting downstairs.”
Ron gave a hearty moan and rolled himself off of him lover, moaning again as his erection rubbed across some hot skin. He always had problems with his arousal in the morning and he really needed to have it taken care of right away.
“Love, wake up.” He murmured, knowing that once him lover was awake they could have a quick shag and relieve both of the sexual tension that mornings brought. “We have to get up and go help or else Ginny will murder us both and hang us out the window. If you hurry we could have some fun first too.”
That got a reaction. Soon the other body started to move and rolled over to face Ron, saying, “I’ll help you if you help me.”, while reaching down between their tired bodies and grasping onto Ron’s little problem and squeezing.
- - - - - - -
Meanwhile, Harry Potter, the boy who lived, was eating his breakfast next to a very awake Ginny and paying attention to Fred and George as they tried to shoot their latest product into the communal porridge for the poor sap who ate from it next. It was all fairly hilarious, seeing that when they missed their targets they sprouted daisies wherever they landed, be it the family clock or Pig as he flew in with the daily mail.
Ginny and her mother Molly, who was busying herself with ironing the veil that Hermione would be using the next day and making last minute alterations to the hem, were so excited about the wedding that they hardly took any notice of the flowers that were sporadically blooming all over the place. The big day was the next day and everyone was in high gear to make everything perfect for the Granger-Weasley wedding. Molly herself could be found weeping tears of joy in a corner every now and then from being so happy that her ‘adopted’ daughter would now really be a member of the family. She was also excited about the grandchildren that would soon, hopefully, follow.
Just as Molly was knotting her piece of threat, biting the end off cleanly, her second eldest son Charlie came plodding down the rickety stairs from the second floor, looking slightly haggard and sleep-deprived. There were bags under the bags under his eyes and dark shadows accentuating them to boot. He also looked anxious and nervous at the same time, just as everyone else in the household had for the last week.
“Charlie, dear, maybe you should take a break from decorating this afternoon and try to catch upon your sleep. We don’t want you to fall asleep as you walk Hermione down the isle, now do we? A nice nap would do you good.” Said Molly as she watched her son fall into his chair and scoop up some porridge for himself, pouring liberal amounts of cream and sugar onto it as he did.
“Thanks mum.” He replied, stirring his breakfast around and around, not really feeling the mood to eat but knowing that he had to. “If Ron would just keep it down at night or put up some silencing charms I might be so tired.”
Molly just tutted and returned back to her work. She knew that her youngest son was in love but he should take into consideration the need to sleep for the rest of the family.
Charlie just sat there and quietly stewed about his brother, being able to be so loud, where he used to get chastised and scolded for doing the same thing. That was why he absentmindedly took a bite of his food and never realized that his lovely auburn hair started to sprout daisies, and never registered that the twins laughter was about him.
- - - - - - -
“That’s it love, I love it when you do that thing with your tongue.” Breathed Ron in the throes of ecstasy. He had his fingers intertwined in the long silky hair of the head, which was presently pleasuring him orally. His body was heaving and his hips were thrusting in time with the licks and sucks that were being given to his member. He loved being pleasured orally, especially when the person was so amazing that it took his breath away.
Of course, it didn’t help that Ron was completely in love with the person.
Finally, he came with such a force that it made his entire body lift off of the bed. The sheer delight that was brought with it left him panting for breath, almost as if someone had hit a bludger right at his chest and hit him square on.
He could feel himself being licked clean and feel the kisses that were trailing up his body, from his stomach, to his chest, to his neck, and finally his lips. The kiss shared there was full of passion and untamed lust, leaving both panting and wanting more.
“You are bloody brilliant at that love.” Ron declared once they parted long enough to take a really deep breath of air. “But I think that you need taking care of as well.”
“You better believe it you bloody wanker. I think that you need to return the favor before I have to take drastic measures.” Answered his lover, the lust radiating from every pore.
“Well then, on to your back Draco so you can feel exactly how you made me feel.”