The Wedding To Top Them All
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Hermione/Charlie
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Hermione/Charlie
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
6,365
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Chapter Two
Chapter Two
Alone With You Beside Me
Hermione Granger woke to the sounds of her fiancé singing in the shower. She could tell that it was him because he was horribly off key and trying his best to imitate a famous muggle boy band. He was even singing all of the back-up parts, making it seem jumbled and rushed. Hermione smiled and turned her face into the coolness of her pillow.
She hated not being able to sleep with him, Molly wanting them to not share a room the few days before they were married. It was why a magicked wall separated them and his lovely double bed had been separated into two, magically enforced by Molly herself that neither could even sit together on one without being shocked. To further her wishes, Molly also made sure that neither would be able to ‘be’ together due to the all-seeing eyes that Fred and George had come up with only months before.
Now, these eyes were charmed to come on as soon as something particularly naughty was about to happen between two people, their original use was for the twins to spy on their females neighbors in Diagon Alley who were, to their great pleasure, bisexual. The eyes made for many good nights spent at home wanking in front of the free porn. However, if Molly knew why they were created, she would box both of their ears and ground them for years, even though they no longer lived at home.
Her mind full of thoughts of such humor, Hermione lost herself to her mind and never heard her lover exit the shower and plod down the rickety stairs to have his breakfast.
Slowly, though, her mind drifted back to her predicament, the sexual tension that had been building up for days almost ready to burst. Hermione cursed Molly and her ideals of how a bride should be chaste before going to her marriage bed. There was really only one way to take care of the pent-up frustration then, Hermione would have to take care of herself. Reaching down under the Egyptian blanket that Bill had brought back as a present last Christmas, Hermione ran her hands over her breasts and abdomen, caressing herself as she imagined her lover might if he was able to. She tweaked her nipples alternately, bringing them to attention under the ministrations and imagined her fiancé’s lips covering them and bringing her into sweet oblivion. She then ran her right hand down her body, the left staying at her breasts, and she found her clit nestled in her curls, begging for attention. Hermione wasted no time in starting to truly pleasure herself, thinking the whole time of how she wished she was not alone. She circled her clit a few dozen times, pleasing her begging nipples as she did so, and found herself coming harder than she ever had by herself.
“Oh Charlie!” She moaned as her orgasm came rushing over her and sent her into the heavens and beyond.
- - - - - - -
Later that morning, after showering and dressing in loose, comfortable, clothing, Hermione made her way down to the cozy kitchen, where the rest of the house had congregated in during the morning. The minute she stepped foot into the room, the noise took over her body and calmed her pre-wedding nerves. She saw her veil hanging on the back of the water-pump, freshly pressed and ready to wear the next day and she saw her fiancé sitting at the table sprouting daisies from his lovely head.
“As much as I love you love,” she said, slightly startling Charlie, as she sat down beside him, though practically in his lap and plucked a flower from his hair, “I really hate daisies. Especially when they are sprouting out of your gorgeous hair.” She then leaned closer and lowered her voice, “I would hate to have them in the way when I have my fingers intertwined in you locks while I’m cuming beneath you.”
Charlie quickly had a blush creep across his face that was noticeable even though he was so tanned. His breath hitched and became slightly erratic with the thought.
“Here, let me fix it.” Hermione then whisked her wand out of her pocket, making sure to brush her hand over his growing erection, and muttered the counter-curse to rid Charlie of his flora problem.
“Hermione,” He groaned, his voice showing the lust he wished to express to her physically, “I am going to make you pay for that tomorrow night. You are going to beg me until your voice is gone.” His eyes then stared intimately into hers and he lowered his lips onto hers in a swift kiss, lips barely touching before he pulled back.
“I love you Charlie.” She said, moving her hand so that their fingers could lace together.
Charlie brought her hand up to his lips and kissed it in a very debonair way. “I love you too pet.”
Alone With You Beside Me
Hermione Granger woke to the sounds of her fiancé singing in the shower. She could tell that it was him because he was horribly off key and trying his best to imitate a famous muggle boy band. He was even singing all of the back-up parts, making it seem jumbled and rushed. Hermione smiled and turned her face into the coolness of her pillow.
She hated not being able to sleep with him, Molly wanting them to not share a room the few days before they were married. It was why a magicked wall separated them and his lovely double bed had been separated into two, magically enforced by Molly herself that neither could even sit together on one without being shocked. To further her wishes, Molly also made sure that neither would be able to ‘be’ together due to the all-seeing eyes that Fred and George had come up with only months before.
Now, these eyes were charmed to come on as soon as something particularly naughty was about to happen between two people, their original use was for the twins to spy on their females neighbors in Diagon Alley who were, to their great pleasure, bisexual. The eyes made for many good nights spent at home wanking in front of the free porn. However, if Molly knew why they were created, she would box both of their ears and ground them for years, even though they no longer lived at home.
Her mind full of thoughts of such humor, Hermione lost herself to her mind and never heard her lover exit the shower and plod down the rickety stairs to have his breakfast.
Slowly, though, her mind drifted back to her predicament, the sexual tension that had been building up for days almost ready to burst. Hermione cursed Molly and her ideals of how a bride should be chaste before going to her marriage bed. There was really only one way to take care of the pent-up frustration then, Hermione would have to take care of herself. Reaching down under the Egyptian blanket that Bill had brought back as a present last Christmas, Hermione ran her hands over her breasts and abdomen, caressing herself as she imagined her lover might if he was able to. She tweaked her nipples alternately, bringing them to attention under the ministrations and imagined her fiancé’s lips covering them and bringing her into sweet oblivion. She then ran her right hand down her body, the left staying at her breasts, and she found her clit nestled in her curls, begging for attention. Hermione wasted no time in starting to truly pleasure herself, thinking the whole time of how she wished she was not alone. She circled her clit a few dozen times, pleasing her begging nipples as she did so, and found herself coming harder than she ever had by herself.
“Oh Charlie!” She moaned as her orgasm came rushing over her and sent her into the heavens and beyond.
- - - - - - -
Later that morning, after showering and dressing in loose, comfortable, clothing, Hermione made her way down to the cozy kitchen, where the rest of the house had congregated in during the morning. The minute she stepped foot into the room, the noise took over her body and calmed her pre-wedding nerves. She saw her veil hanging on the back of the water-pump, freshly pressed and ready to wear the next day and she saw her fiancé sitting at the table sprouting daisies from his lovely head.
“As much as I love you love,” she said, slightly startling Charlie, as she sat down beside him, though practically in his lap and plucked a flower from his hair, “I really hate daisies. Especially when they are sprouting out of your gorgeous hair.” She then leaned closer and lowered her voice, “I would hate to have them in the way when I have my fingers intertwined in you locks while I’m cuming beneath you.”
Charlie quickly had a blush creep across his face that was noticeable even though he was so tanned. His breath hitched and became slightly erratic with the thought.
“Here, let me fix it.” Hermione then whisked her wand out of her pocket, making sure to brush her hand over his growing erection, and muttered the counter-curse to rid Charlie of his flora problem.
“Hermione,” He groaned, his voice showing the lust he wished to express to her physically, “I am going to make you pay for that tomorrow night. You are going to beg me until your voice is gone.” His eyes then stared intimately into hers and he lowered his lips onto hers in a swift kiss, lips barely touching before he pulled back.
“I love you Charlie.” She said, moving her hand so that their fingers could lace together.
Charlie brought her hand up to his lips and kissed it in a very debonair way. “I love you too pet.”