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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Hermione/Charlie
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
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22,829
Reviews:
30
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
2
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Chapter Two
So here's the next chapter. Like I wrote before it's a quick read. I needed to get it clear of my head as it were. Let me know what you think of it.
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Chapter Two
“You…” she breathed.
He shook his head no. “I’m a beta and Bill, he’s an omega.” He looked into her eyes. “We will find you an alpha, Hermione.”
Squeezing her eyes shut, she struggled to think clearly. “They did this so I wouldn’t be able to think until I was mated and to Fenrir at that. It’s the only thing that makes sense. They want my mind.” Taking a deep breath, she pulled away from Remus as she began to try to pull herself together mentally once again. “They want to influence and use me. Fine. I cannot change what’s done, so I must change the rules as they are.”
“What would that be?” Remus asked, sounding scared.
Her eyes opened, looking straight over to him. “I need to find an alpha that plays just as dirty as they will. And I know just the man.”
***
The sex had been rough. He had drawn blood, but then so had Hermione. There was no gentleness given, nor none asked for by either of them. When she had shown up, he had been shocked. It wasn’t as if they had even come close to kissing in the past, but here she was suggesting that they have sex? He was in the middle of asking her if she was okay when she dropped her outer robes, revealing that she was nude.
Stepping out of her clothes, she leaned back against the wall. It was with an innocent look in her eyes that she opened her thighs, pushing a finger into herself. His breathing went a little wild at the sight of her wet digit going to her own lips to taste. He moved closer as she licked her finger slowly. Licking his own lips, his eyes were glued to hers.
“I don’t know if I taste good,” she murmured. “Care to give me your opinion?”
He pushed her hand out of the way and kissed her mouth hungrily. Before she knew it, he had slammed her against the wall and was stepping between her thighs. Wrapping her legs around him, her last clear thought was that she had gone to the right man.
***
He had never been that harsh with a woman before in his life. Hermione would never forgive him, he was certain. Looking over to her, he found the frizzy haired witch starting to stir. Think of something to say, he told himself even as she blinked at him.
“Want something to drink?” Shit, he thought, she’s going to think you’re an idiot.
“Fuck me again.”
“Hermione, I don’t think that is a good…” Her hand went straight to his cock and his coherent thought fled.
“Fuck me again,” she muttered, climbing on top of him and pushing his hard cock into her swollen passage. “Fuck me like you mean it.”
“Shit,” he breathed, looking up at her. “Hermione…”
“But this time, suck my tits too.” She took his hands and cupped them. “Yes?”
Looking at her large firm breasts spilling about his fingers, he breathed, “Oh fuck yes.”
***
When he woke, he found he was still inside of the woman next to him. He should leave. That would be the right thing to do. Right? Shit. Everyone was going to kill him. His family. Her family. Everyone. That’s if she didn’t kill him first by screwing him to death. Death by fuck? Now he knew he was crazy.
“Again.” His eyes snapped open to find that she was still half asleep. “Again,” she mumbled. “More.”
His hand went between her thighs to find that Hermione was just as turned on as every other time he had been with her. With a growl, he rolled on top of her. Her eyes opened, watching her lover as his hungry eyes stared down at her.
“Again?”
“Yes.”
***
Hermione felt cool air before a sheet settled over her body. Vaguely she listened to him yelling at someone, though who she didn’t know nor cared. The door slammed and he joined her in the bed once again.
“Food,” he cooed. “You must be famished.”
When she moved, Hermione winced, muttering, “Fuck.”
“Merlin’s balls, witch! You need food! Never mind that, I need food…”
She held up her hand, cutting him off. “I meant that as a curse, not a verb.”
Chuckling to himself, he scooped her up. “Why didn’t you tell me you were too sore to move?”
“I’m hungry, sore, and exhausted,” she breathed. “I doubt there’s a part of me that isn’t raw.” He looked her in the eyes. “But if you don’t put your dick in me right now, I’ll scream this bloody house down.”
He sat down at the table and she thought for a moment that he saw through her bluff. But as soon as he sat, he placed her in his lap with his cock settling into her like the little witch was made for him.
“Now we eat, pet,” he breathed against her ear. “And just for your information, everyone heard me fucking you. So you have screamed this bloody house down several times already.”
***
Charlie stirred in his bed, knowing almost the moment he woke that the woman that had been occupying him for the past few days was gone. Taking up the pillow next to him, he inhaled Hermione’s scent and cursed to himself. The smell of the witch was ingrained into his mind like the sound of her voice or the touch of her. The woman had done what no other had ever come close to doing—worked her way into his mind. Letting out a growl, he threw the pillow.
Getting up, he was able to find the bathroom empty and got dressed with the intent of finding that witch in order to get some answers. After all it wasn’t everyday that a woman did as she did. Was it? He was contemplating asking Bill about that when an explosion rocked the house. Not knowing what was going on, he ran down the stairs to see what had happened.
“What bloody part of dynamite isn’t for playing around with for sport didn’t you understand, you great gits!” Hermione yelled at Ron, who was laughing with Fred and George.
“That just goes to show you,” Ron said, still laughing. “That was TNT!”
“TNT is dynamite,” she hissed. “Which I told you when you asked about it, Ronald.”
All three lost their coloring at her words.
“Now which one of you fools cares to explain to your mother that she doesn’t have a kitchen and why?” she demanded, but when none of them answered she sighed, “Fine. You fix it, but I don’t want to be here when it happens or when you thoroughly muck that up or have to explain all of the above to your mother.”
***
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Chapter Two
“You…” she breathed.
He shook his head no. “I’m a beta and Bill, he’s an omega.” He looked into her eyes. “We will find you an alpha, Hermione.”
Squeezing her eyes shut, she struggled to think clearly. “They did this so I wouldn’t be able to think until I was mated and to Fenrir at that. It’s the only thing that makes sense. They want my mind.” Taking a deep breath, she pulled away from Remus as she began to try to pull herself together mentally once again. “They want to influence and use me. Fine. I cannot change what’s done, so I must change the rules as they are.”
“What would that be?” Remus asked, sounding scared.
Her eyes opened, looking straight over to him. “I need to find an alpha that plays just as dirty as they will. And I know just the man.”
***
The sex had been rough. He had drawn blood, but then so had Hermione. There was no gentleness given, nor none asked for by either of them. When she had shown up, he had been shocked. It wasn’t as if they had even come close to kissing in the past, but here she was suggesting that they have sex? He was in the middle of asking her if she was okay when she dropped her outer robes, revealing that she was nude.
Stepping out of her clothes, she leaned back against the wall. It was with an innocent look in her eyes that she opened her thighs, pushing a finger into herself. His breathing went a little wild at the sight of her wet digit going to her own lips to taste. He moved closer as she licked her finger slowly. Licking his own lips, his eyes were glued to hers.
“I don’t know if I taste good,” she murmured. “Care to give me your opinion?”
He pushed her hand out of the way and kissed her mouth hungrily. Before she knew it, he had slammed her against the wall and was stepping between her thighs. Wrapping her legs around him, her last clear thought was that she had gone to the right man.
***
He had never been that harsh with a woman before in his life. Hermione would never forgive him, he was certain. Looking over to her, he found the frizzy haired witch starting to stir. Think of something to say, he told himself even as she blinked at him.
“Want something to drink?” Shit, he thought, she’s going to think you’re an idiot.
“Fuck me again.”
“Hermione, I don’t think that is a good…” Her hand went straight to his cock and his coherent thought fled.
“Fuck me again,” she muttered, climbing on top of him and pushing his hard cock into her swollen passage. “Fuck me like you mean it.”
“Shit,” he breathed, looking up at her. “Hermione…”
“But this time, suck my tits too.” She took his hands and cupped them. “Yes?”
Looking at her large firm breasts spilling about his fingers, he breathed, “Oh fuck yes.”
***
When he woke, he found he was still inside of the woman next to him. He should leave. That would be the right thing to do. Right? Shit. Everyone was going to kill him. His family. Her family. Everyone. That’s if she didn’t kill him first by screwing him to death. Death by fuck? Now he knew he was crazy.
“Again.” His eyes snapped open to find that she was still half asleep. “Again,” she mumbled. “More.”
His hand went between her thighs to find that Hermione was just as turned on as every other time he had been with her. With a growl, he rolled on top of her. Her eyes opened, watching her lover as his hungry eyes stared down at her.
“Again?”
“Yes.”
***
Hermione felt cool air before a sheet settled over her body. Vaguely she listened to him yelling at someone, though who she didn’t know nor cared. The door slammed and he joined her in the bed once again.
“Food,” he cooed. “You must be famished.”
When she moved, Hermione winced, muttering, “Fuck.”
“Merlin’s balls, witch! You need food! Never mind that, I need food…”
She held up her hand, cutting him off. “I meant that as a curse, not a verb.”
Chuckling to himself, he scooped her up. “Why didn’t you tell me you were too sore to move?”
“I’m hungry, sore, and exhausted,” she breathed. “I doubt there’s a part of me that isn’t raw.” He looked her in the eyes. “But if you don’t put your dick in me right now, I’ll scream this bloody house down.”
He sat down at the table and she thought for a moment that he saw through her bluff. But as soon as he sat, he placed her in his lap with his cock settling into her like the little witch was made for him.
“Now we eat, pet,” he breathed against her ear. “And just for your information, everyone heard me fucking you. So you have screamed this bloody house down several times already.”
***
Charlie stirred in his bed, knowing almost the moment he woke that the woman that had been occupying him for the past few days was gone. Taking up the pillow next to him, he inhaled Hermione’s scent and cursed to himself. The smell of the witch was ingrained into his mind like the sound of her voice or the touch of her. The woman had done what no other had ever come close to doing—worked her way into his mind. Letting out a growl, he threw the pillow.
Getting up, he was able to find the bathroom empty and got dressed with the intent of finding that witch in order to get some answers. After all it wasn’t everyday that a woman did as she did. Was it? He was contemplating asking Bill about that when an explosion rocked the house. Not knowing what was going on, he ran down the stairs to see what had happened.
“What bloody part of dynamite isn’t for playing around with for sport didn’t you understand, you great gits!” Hermione yelled at Ron, who was laughing with Fred and George.
“That just goes to show you,” Ron said, still laughing. “That was TNT!”
“TNT is dynamite,” she hissed. “Which I told you when you asked about it, Ronald.”
All three lost their coloring at her words.
“Now which one of you fools cares to explain to your mother that she doesn’t have a kitchen and why?” she demanded, but when none of them answered she sighed, “Fine. You fix it, but I don’t want to be here when it happens or when you thoroughly muck that up or have to explain all of the above to your mother.”
***
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