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Thank Merlin He Can't Read My Mind; Can He?
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Hermione/Charlie
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Adult +
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6,549
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16
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Why Did That Happen?
~ Charlie's pov ~
I tried to hold it off as long as possible. Hermione wanted things she didn't even know she wanted; Ron wanted her and couldn't tell her, and Viktor had almost had her, and she'd gotten away.
Then there was how I felt about her. And I know that things were strange, and I was trying to be good, but when that halter ripped, and then she let that sweatshirt slip ~ even a saint would have had second thoughts about the situation. The straw broke when Viktor used that damned pet name. I was angry and my control slipped.
As Viktor reached out to touch her, I slapped his hand away and growled, taking her into my own arms and letting all that passion in the room funnel through my body and into her, through those soft, rosy lips so it cold soak into her and become part of her very essence.
Harry was between Hermione and me, but I shoved him out of the way, too, grabbing her and dragging her against my chest, lifting her so she was on her tip-toes, crashing my lips on hers. I could feel her mouth bruising in the kiss, and I pressed harder, forcing her to open her mouth up to me. I got flashes of how she felt, and I couldn't describe how erotic it was to feel not only how I felt but how she felt at the same time. At the same time, I was getting flashes of her most intimate desires, her stretched out over a bed with me on top of her, tasting her, inside her; she chose that moment to shove her tongue into my mouth. In her fantasy, I was tasting her, wetting her, playing and teasing, and she sighed my name. It was then that I started to pull back, to break the kiss.
I kept my arms around her, shielding her from the eyes of the other men in the room. Harry was silent, his eyes locked on Hermione's; Ron was red and staring at me; Viktor was striding toward us, hands clenched at his sides and his face even redder than Ron's. Hermione tried to speak, but he glared at her, effectively silencing her.
"You! How could you?! She is not yours," Viktor snarled at me, and I couldn't help but give him a crooked smile.
"Doesn't look that way, does it, now?" I asked cockily, putting her behind me. Viktor was old Europe, and I didn't trust him to keep his hands to himself. He tried to circle me, and Harry moved in behind me, offering another shield for Hermione. Ron sighed and walked over, putting his hand on Viktor's shoulder.
Bad idea.
Viktor reeled on Ron, throwing a punch that could have felled an ox. Ron managed to dodge so it didn't hit him full on, but it still connected with the tip of his jaw, sending him flying. My own arm shot out and I caught Viktor before he could hit anyone else.
"I think you need to take yourself off somewhere else, and soon. Because if I have enough time to plan an attack, I doubt you'll survive," I growled, and I felt it in my chest, the piece of my own dragon that I carried with me. He was protective, and a bit old-fashioned. If I lost control, he'd take over, and it wouldn't be done until blood was spilled.
With a last sneer to Ron, who was getting up gingerly, Viktor turned on his heel. He was leaving when he tossed back one last insult.
"You think you have the last word. But if she can lower herself to you, perhaps she is not worth the effort."
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Harry helped Ron up and they inserted themselves between Hermione and me, shielding Hermione with their own bodies, looking at me as if they didn't recognize me. I couldn't blame them; I'd just kissed their best friend, and threatened her ex-boyfriend, and neither of those things was something I would typically do. I smiled cockily and winked.
"Sorry, but if either one of the boys had done that, Hermione, Viktor would have attacked them, and tried to kill them. He's still a bit afraid of me, I reckon. Have them help you to your room," I said, and I let my little brother and his best friend guide her out of the room and away from me. I felt the self-loathing start again. I needed to keep better control of myself, or there would be no use for me in the Order, period. As they left, I felt a strange tightness in my chest and I knew my newest dragon needed me. I raced to the kitchen and scrawled a note to Mum, letting her know I would be back as soon as possible.
Perhaps if I were gone long enough, Ron would get together with Hermione and I could hide behind honor to keep my hands off her.
I tried to hold it off as long as possible. Hermione wanted things she didn't even know she wanted; Ron wanted her and couldn't tell her, and Viktor had almost had her, and she'd gotten away.
Then there was how I felt about her. And I know that things were strange, and I was trying to be good, but when that halter ripped, and then she let that sweatshirt slip ~ even a saint would have had second thoughts about the situation. The straw broke when Viktor used that damned pet name. I was angry and my control slipped.
As Viktor reached out to touch her, I slapped his hand away and growled, taking her into my own arms and letting all that passion in the room funnel through my body and into her, through those soft, rosy lips so it cold soak into her and become part of her very essence.
Harry was between Hermione and me, but I shoved him out of the way, too, grabbing her and dragging her against my chest, lifting her so she was on her tip-toes, crashing my lips on hers. I could feel her mouth bruising in the kiss, and I pressed harder, forcing her to open her mouth up to me. I got flashes of how she felt, and I couldn't describe how erotic it was to feel not only how I felt but how she felt at the same time. At the same time, I was getting flashes of her most intimate desires, her stretched out over a bed with me on top of her, tasting her, inside her; she chose that moment to shove her tongue into my mouth. In her fantasy, I was tasting her, wetting her, playing and teasing, and she sighed my name. It was then that I started to pull back, to break the kiss.
I kept my arms around her, shielding her from the eyes of the other men in the room. Harry was silent, his eyes locked on Hermione's; Ron was red and staring at me; Viktor was striding toward us, hands clenched at his sides and his face even redder than Ron's. Hermione tried to speak, but he glared at her, effectively silencing her.
"You! How could you?! She is not yours," Viktor snarled at me, and I couldn't help but give him a crooked smile.
"Doesn't look that way, does it, now?" I asked cockily, putting her behind me. Viktor was old Europe, and I didn't trust him to keep his hands to himself. He tried to circle me, and Harry moved in behind me, offering another shield for Hermione. Ron sighed and walked over, putting his hand on Viktor's shoulder.
Bad idea.
Viktor reeled on Ron, throwing a punch that could have felled an ox. Ron managed to dodge so it didn't hit him full on, but it still connected with the tip of his jaw, sending him flying. My own arm shot out and I caught Viktor before he could hit anyone else.
"I think you need to take yourself off somewhere else, and soon. Because if I have enough time to plan an attack, I doubt you'll survive," I growled, and I felt it in my chest, the piece of my own dragon that I carried with me. He was protective, and a bit old-fashioned. If I lost control, he'd take over, and it wouldn't be done until blood was spilled.
With a last sneer to Ron, who was getting up gingerly, Viktor turned on his heel. He was leaving when he tossed back one last insult.
"You think you have the last word. But if she can lower herself to you, perhaps she is not worth the effort."
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Harry helped Ron up and they inserted themselves between Hermione and me, shielding Hermione with their own bodies, looking at me as if they didn't recognize me. I couldn't blame them; I'd just kissed their best friend, and threatened her ex-boyfriend, and neither of those things was something I would typically do. I smiled cockily and winked.
"Sorry, but if either one of the boys had done that, Hermione, Viktor would have attacked them, and tried to kill them. He's still a bit afraid of me, I reckon. Have them help you to your room," I said, and I let my little brother and his best friend guide her out of the room and away from me. I felt the self-loathing start again. I needed to keep better control of myself, or there would be no use for me in the Order, period. As they left, I felt a strange tightness in my chest and I knew my newest dragon needed me. I raced to the kitchen and scrawled a note to Mum, letting her know I would be back as soon as possible.
Perhaps if I were gone long enough, Ron would get together with Hermione and I could hide behind honor to keep my hands off her.