Childish

Chapter 3: Lunch Break, or Covert Behaviour

The summer sun stood directly above the boys, and in that unforgiving glare, they were fairly sure that the garden was completely gnome-free. Harry and Ron had long ago given up strategizing, the heat becoming unbearable. In fact, it was so hot, Charlie couldn’t even think of Hermione. Well, not as an object of his plots of revenge, anyway. He could have used another one of her little water trick right about now.

Satisfied with their work and in danger of melting, the three sweat-drenched boys made their way into the cool kitchen of the Burrow. Just as they sat down at the wide kitchen table, Ginny waltzed in carrying a pitcher of lemonade.

“Oi, Gin, can I get a glass of that?” Charlie reached out one of the glasses towards his sister.

“Wait your turn, brother dearest. I see a parched man who needs some refreshment.” With that, she sashayed over to Harry and poured him a sweating glass of lemonade. “Well, I would help you drink that, but it seems you’re in need of a shower.” Ginny’s teasing tone of voice made Harry’s eyes snap up and immediately darken with desire. “After lunch, I’ll get you all clean, now be a good boy and drink up.”

Ron and Charlie rolled their eyes. Harry and Ginny had been dating for seven months and snogging for eight, and even her older brothers were no longer fazed by their baby sister’s flirtatious behaviour. They had all given Harry a good ribbing, however, as he was obviously wrapped around the spunky redhead’s little finger.

Just then all thoughts of his ostentatious little sister disappeared from his head; Hermione walked in carrying the plate of sandwiches from the pantry. Charlie wished she would come over and promise him help with a shower. But then again, she had already given him one this morning. Besides, he had no wish to let the rest of his family know how much Hermione had him wrapped around her little finger.

He was distracted again, however, as the door swung open again behind Hermione. Suddenly the kitchen was full of voices and red hair. Charlie stood up, grinning broadly as Bill and the twins entered, followed by a pregnant Fleur Delacour Weasley, Remus Lupin, and Tonks.

Happy, genuine greetings were exchanged all around, with much shoulder slapping on the part of the Weasley men and much rubbing of Fleur’s protruding belly all around. She and Bill had married the summer before, and Mrs. Weasley was more excited to be a grandmother than she had been to see Percy get Head Boy.

Charlie found himself torn between a fuzzy warm feeling and terrible jealousy as he watched Hermione swept up into an airborne embrace by George, then Fred, and then move on to kiss Remus on each cheek. She had certainly become friendly all of a sudden. Shaking himself, Charlie reminded himself that her friendship with the twins had blossomed over the last two years, and that their joke shop had seen unprecedented patronage under the apparently mischievous eye of last year’s Head Girl. Well, she wasn’t friends with Ginny for nothing. And she and Remus had spent a great deal of time together during her sixth year, as they trained and eventually fought together in the Final Battle.

Besides, hadn’t she been sitting in his lap this morning? The jealous feeling evaporated.

It was replaced with desire.

Charlie’s spirits fell a bit. All these people were going to make it hard for him to find time alone with Hermione. He looked at her, laughing and rubbing Fleur’s belly. He would find time.

Once everyone had been seated at the wide table, Mrs. Weasley appeared with the sandwiches. But seeing three more of her boys, not to mention Fleur, there was a reprise of the greeting and belly rubbing. By the time Mrs. Weasley had been updated on everyone’s activities, Mr. Weasley had arrived, and it was nearly two.

Charlie had been quietly summoning sandwiches and stuffing them into his mouth for the last fifteen minutes. Mr. Weasley was listening raptly to Bill’s description of the newest code he had broken, and everyone else seemed to have forgotten about lunch. Well, not everyone. Harry and Ron had been following Charlie’s lead, and the sandwiches were slowly disappearing. The bread was making Charlie thirsty, however; he never had gotten a glass of lemonade from that tart sister of his.

Suddenly he felt something against his leg. He couldn’t look under the table without drawing the attention of half the table, but it certainly felt like a foot. Looking across the table, he was relieved to see Hermione opposite him. At least it wasn’t one of the twins messing with him. The relief vanished, however, as the foot moved towards his lap. Narrowing his eyes, he chanced a look across the table. The minx wasn’t even looking at him; in fact, she appeared to be listening to Bill drone.

Charlie felt his eyes bug out as Hermione’s toes began to fondle his balls. He schooled his features to as calm as he could manage, but it was getting harder. Speaking of harder, her toes were rubbing the underside of his considerable erection. Oh, her foot was doing amazing things. And just think, his mind groaned, if she can do that with her foot, imagine what she can do with her hands…

Just when he though he couldn’t stand it any longer, the foot left his lap, and something very cold and hard replaced it. Reaching down, he found a glass of ice cold lemonade nestled between his legs. Incredulous, he looked up and found Hermione staring at him. Catching his eye, she winked saucily and turned to face Bill again.

“So, Bill, how long did it take you to crack?”

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Ah, chapter 3... Thanks to those of you who reviewed, it inspires me to write faster! hope you enjoy! Morrigan