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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
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Adult +
Chapters:
6
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9,103
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33
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Morning Chores
Chapter 2: Morning Chores
Charlie stepped into the garden of the Burrow with Ron and Harry. He had supposed that de-gnoming the garden was punishment enough, but now having to do it with the moronic duo ruined all his plans for thinking about his little interlude with Hermione this morning. Not that he could really afford to let his mind wander; it seemed that the gnomes only got more and more bold as the years went by, and Charlie had already been bitten twice when thinking of a pair of honey brown eyes rather than the task at hand.
After a few hours of pitching the gnomes over the fence, and listening to his youngest brother and The Boy Who Despite Vanquishing The Dark Lord Was Still Annoying snigger about some ridiculous plan, Charlie went back into the Burrow, sweating and in need of one of his mother’s sandwiches. With the continual presence of both Harry and Hermione, in addition to the Weasley parents and Ron, Ginny, and himself, and the regular visits of the four Weasley boys not at home for the summer, not to mention the unpredictable and frequent appearance of Dumbledore, or Remus Lupin and Tonks, or (one terrible time) Snape, Mrs. Weasley had become accustomed to keeping a full pantry.
Charlie was thankful as he stepped into the cool house. Wiping the sweat from his brow, he made his way towards the kitchen. Opening the pantry door, he found that there were no snacks at all. There was a plate of sandwiches, but Charlie would rather return to his garden work than risk eating whatever his mother had made for lunch. Oh well, he would go look for her and ask where the snacks were. She was probably upstairs.
He made his way up the stairs, and upon reaching the landing, he heard humming coming from the twins’s room. His mother was probably ridding the room of the recent batch of doxies that had moved into the curtains. Stepping in through the doorway, his nostrils and eyes were assaulted by the doxycide that infused the room. Rubbing his stinging eyes, Charlie realized that it was not his mother humming and cleaning. It was Hermione, in an entirely minimal and wonderful amount of clothing.
She was attacking one curtain, dressed in little navy blue shorts and what appeared to be a cut up boy’s undershirt. Her curly hair was barely restrained, messily tied high on the back of her head, and pieces of it had come loose, framing her face and the back of her neck in little light-capturing curls. She had a bandanna tied around her nose and mouth, and she was shiny with sweat. She must have been doing this all morning, because she stopped and put her hand to her head, wiping away the sweat and steadying herself against the wall, dizzy from the fumes. Turning, she noticed him at the door.
“Oh, hi Charlie. I didn’t notice you there.” She moved towards him, but still no words came to his mouth. Between the sweat and the light material of her shirt, he could see her black bra holding back her firm breasts. What was she doing wearing a black bra? Suddenly, she was right in front of him. Taking the bandanna off, she used it to wipe the moisture from her neck and chest.
“Hmmm, you look parched, Charlie. I was just going to get a glass of water, all this doxycide is making my head spin. Do you want one?” Charlie nodded, scrambling for words.
“Er, yeah. I’ve been de-gnoming the garden. Really tough work, you know, and I just came in for a snack, but I couldn’t find mum.”
“She’s upstairs reckoning with that ghoul in your attic. So you must have heard all about Harry and Ron’s plans for a quidditch game this afternoon.” Charlie’s brain awoke from its Hermione-induced stupor at the idea of a quidditch game. It must mean that there would be plenty of guests at dinner. That would also explain the furtive whispering of the younger boys in the garden.
Suddenly, they were standing in the kitchen and Hermione was pouring two magically chilled glasses of water. Charlie sat down, hunger forgotten, watching her long legs as they moved around at the counter and then towards him. Just as she was about to place the glasses on the table, she wavered and fell, managing to fall into Charlie’s lap and simultaneously spill the water on both of them.
“Oh, bugger! All the doxycide and the heat, I’m a bit dizzy. I’m so sorry, Charlie.” She looked anything but sorry. He didn’t doubt that the fumes in the twins’s room were noxious, but the suppressed twinkle in her eyes made him sure she had fallen on purpose. And the water had been a nice touch.
Her white and already sheer shirt was now displaying her tight stomach in addition to the light sprinkling of freckles across her chest. As she looked up at him, he was glad she had spilled the icy water on his lap before deciding to sit there. The slight flush in her cheeks and the mirth in her eyes told him that he needed to say something, and fast.
“Now Hermione, I was hoping for a glass of water, not a bath. I’m not done in the garden yet, you know; I’ll just get all muddy again.”
“Well, you looked warm anyway. Here, let me wipe it off for you.” And she took her bandanna and blotted his face and strong shoulders, lingering on his defined biceps and rubbing his wet shirt against his toned stomach and chest to dry it.
The heat radiating between them was unbearable. Charlie had to move; the cold water wasn’t doing so much for him anymore. She was rubbing her hands all over him under the pretence of drying him off, and suddenly his mind was flooded with images of her hands all over other places.
“And here I thought you were supposed to be smart…” He smirked at her, and lifting her off his lap, he cast a drying charm on both of them. Refilling a glass of water, he walked out of the kitchen, trying to act cool and collected. Nonetheless, he left her in little doubt of her effect on him, and she was the one smirking as he left. When he was a safe distance from the kitchen, he poured the glass of icy water down his front.
Advantage, Hermione.
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so there is chapter two, I hope you are still enjoying it! there will be at least two more chapters, as i now see it, and if you wonderful readers would like to see anything, please review and let me know. thanks- Morrigan
Charlie stepped into the garden of the Burrow with Ron and Harry. He had supposed that de-gnoming the garden was punishment enough, but now having to do it with the moronic duo ruined all his plans for thinking about his little interlude with Hermione this morning. Not that he could really afford to let his mind wander; it seemed that the gnomes only got more and more bold as the years went by, and Charlie had already been bitten twice when thinking of a pair of honey brown eyes rather than the task at hand.
After a few hours of pitching the gnomes over the fence, and listening to his youngest brother and The Boy Who Despite Vanquishing The Dark Lord Was Still Annoying snigger about some ridiculous plan, Charlie went back into the Burrow, sweating and in need of one of his mother’s sandwiches. With the continual presence of both Harry and Hermione, in addition to the Weasley parents and Ron, Ginny, and himself, and the regular visits of the four Weasley boys not at home for the summer, not to mention the unpredictable and frequent appearance of Dumbledore, or Remus Lupin and Tonks, or (one terrible time) Snape, Mrs. Weasley had become accustomed to keeping a full pantry.
Charlie was thankful as he stepped into the cool house. Wiping the sweat from his brow, he made his way towards the kitchen. Opening the pantry door, he found that there were no snacks at all. There was a plate of sandwiches, but Charlie would rather return to his garden work than risk eating whatever his mother had made for lunch. Oh well, he would go look for her and ask where the snacks were. She was probably upstairs.
He made his way up the stairs, and upon reaching the landing, he heard humming coming from the twins’s room. His mother was probably ridding the room of the recent batch of doxies that had moved into the curtains. Stepping in through the doorway, his nostrils and eyes were assaulted by the doxycide that infused the room. Rubbing his stinging eyes, Charlie realized that it was not his mother humming and cleaning. It was Hermione, in an entirely minimal and wonderful amount of clothing.
She was attacking one curtain, dressed in little navy blue shorts and what appeared to be a cut up boy’s undershirt. Her curly hair was barely restrained, messily tied high on the back of her head, and pieces of it had come loose, framing her face and the back of her neck in little light-capturing curls. She had a bandanna tied around her nose and mouth, and she was shiny with sweat. She must have been doing this all morning, because she stopped and put her hand to her head, wiping away the sweat and steadying herself against the wall, dizzy from the fumes. Turning, she noticed him at the door.
“Oh, hi Charlie. I didn’t notice you there.” She moved towards him, but still no words came to his mouth. Between the sweat and the light material of her shirt, he could see her black bra holding back her firm breasts. What was she doing wearing a black bra? Suddenly, she was right in front of him. Taking the bandanna off, she used it to wipe the moisture from her neck and chest.
“Hmmm, you look parched, Charlie. I was just going to get a glass of water, all this doxycide is making my head spin. Do you want one?” Charlie nodded, scrambling for words.
“Er, yeah. I’ve been de-gnoming the garden. Really tough work, you know, and I just came in for a snack, but I couldn’t find mum.”
“She’s upstairs reckoning with that ghoul in your attic. So you must have heard all about Harry and Ron’s plans for a quidditch game this afternoon.” Charlie’s brain awoke from its Hermione-induced stupor at the idea of a quidditch game. It must mean that there would be plenty of guests at dinner. That would also explain the furtive whispering of the younger boys in the garden.
Suddenly, they were standing in the kitchen and Hermione was pouring two magically chilled glasses of water. Charlie sat down, hunger forgotten, watching her long legs as they moved around at the counter and then towards him. Just as she was about to place the glasses on the table, she wavered and fell, managing to fall into Charlie’s lap and simultaneously spill the water on both of them.
“Oh, bugger! All the doxycide and the heat, I’m a bit dizzy. I’m so sorry, Charlie.” She looked anything but sorry. He didn’t doubt that the fumes in the twins’s room were noxious, but the suppressed twinkle in her eyes made him sure she had fallen on purpose. And the water had been a nice touch.
Her white and already sheer shirt was now displaying her tight stomach in addition to the light sprinkling of freckles across her chest. As she looked up at him, he was glad she had spilled the icy water on his lap before deciding to sit there. The slight flush in her cheeks and the mirth in her eyes told him that he needed to say something, and fast.
“Now Hermione, I was hoping for a glass of water, not a bath. I’m not done in the garden yet, you know; I’ll just get all muddy again.”
“Well, you looked warm anyway. Here, let me wipe it off for you.” And she took her bandanna and blotted his face and strong shoulders, lingering on his defined biceps and rubbing his wet shirt against his toned stomach and chest to dry it.
The heat radiating between them was unbearable. Charlie had to move; the cold water wasn’t doing so much for him anymore. She was rubbing her hands all over him under the pretence of drying him off, and suddenly his mind was flooded with images of her hands all over other places.
“And here I thought you were supposed to be smart…” He smirked at her, and lifting her off his lap, he cast a drying charm on both of them. Refilling a glass of water, he walked out of the kitchen, trying to act cool and collected. Nonetheless, he left her in little doubt of her effect on him, and she was the one smirking as he left. When he was a safe distance from the kitchen, he poured the glass of icy water down his front.
Advantage, Hermione.
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so there is chapter two, I hope you are still enjoying it! there will be at least two more chapters, as i now see it, and if you wonderful readers would like to see anything, please review and let me know. thanks- Morrigan