The Weasleys and the Wild Haired Witch

an:// There is an exhibition scene here in this section and fingering. If this offends you then you should not read the last part. beta ed by Lilly


Next Morning


Charlie was looking down at his wife to be, still unable to believe his great fortune. He never met anyone like Hermione before. So beautiful, yet brilliant. She was strong, but she didn’t object to being rescued every once in a while. She was sexy but innocent and unaware about it, making her even more sexy in his mind. She was loyal, and fought to the death for anyone she loved. After all this time she could still surprise him with an occasional sexy outfit, or trying something new to keep things interesting. His family loved her and treated her as one of their own, perhaps even more now that she lost her own family in the war. That is probably why this whole thing was so disturbing to him, people that she regarded as family, unknown to her, panting over her like dogs in heat.

She had told him once that she always admired each of the Weasleys for different aspects of their personality or ways of thinking. Mother Weasley as she often called her, was protective, motherly to those who were missing a mother, and had a fierce warrior spirit.

Father Weasley, she always admired his sense of honor, always open minded, and had a wonder of unknown things. She once remarked that her father was much the same way.

Bill, she admired for his honesty, his mind for numbers, and always been fascinated by the fact that he was a rule abiding man but always had an air of rebellion.

It took her a long period of time to forgive Percy for the way he acted, but she did remark to him that she had always respected his ambition but not the way he went about it. He was goal oriented much like she was, and had always stood by what he believed in, even if it was not the right train of thought. Hermione also admired his courage for finally admitting he was wrong and fought at the battle of Hogwarts with the rest of his family.

Fred and George she had always liked, even when they caused constant irritation in her head girl duties. She had commented to Charlie that their sense of humor helped a great deal during the hard times in her life. Charlie had the feeling however that she rather douse herself with blood and feed the vampires in the Forbidden Forest than ever admit it to them herself.

Ron was a complicated matter, but Hermione once confessed that she had always admired his heart and loyalty even if at times it was severely tested.

Ginny she had always admired for her kindness and compassion. Later on when she grew into her own she also admired her for her nerve and her skill a chaser.

When Charlie asked what she thought of him the first time he met her she did not answer. Only under extreme tickle duress did she admit, she thought him nice man, but thought him the kind that would be boring because he spent most of his life with nature than with people.

The redhead finally convinced her otherwise with his great knowledge of women and his shows of passion for her. He did not know if it was that she was the love of his life and his need to prove it, or the fear that she would leave him for someone else, he never was able to keep his hands off her. It boosted his ego considerably when he was approaching his flat when he heard his wild –haired witch talking with his sister. Hermione had commented that she knew that she wanted Charlie because he was a combination of selfless love and devotion and endless passion and fire that she, like most women, craved.
He was too polite of gentlemen to go in and tease her relentlessly about it, but he was not above going outside and jumping up and down for joy.

He could see her open her eyes and smile at him.

“Good Morning love” she said as she stroked his hair.

“Good Morning baby” he replied as he gave her a kiss and put his head on her chest and put his arms tightly around her.

“Love if you don’t relax your grip I can’t get up.”

“What would be the harm in that?” he replied as he caressed a thigh.

“Because we are expected at the Burrow for brunch before the party today”

“We have time” he replied before pulling her nightgown top down and began to suckle her breasts.

Her reply was lost in the act. yes time was her last coherent thought before the repeat performance of the previous night.

***

Percy Weasley was getting ready in his flat that he shared with his fiancée for the brunch in a few hours. He still was thankful that his family ultimately forgave him for his moving out and disowning them years ago. His parents forgave him readily his other family was not that easy. He had to endure the increase of the teasing from Fred and George but eventually they forgave him and eased up but not completely. Bill and Charlie were indifferent to the whole matter, they had their own lives by then. Ron and Ginny took the longest to forgive, his wild-haired goddess included. The anger come from their unwavering loyalty to Harry Potter and the now infamous letter he wrote when Ron became head boy. Words that he wished that he can take back but can’t. Hermione eventually did and he was thankful for it, he could not fathom her being angry at him anymore.

Hermione was Ron’s other best friend and frequented their home often, to the point that she was regarded as an unofficial Weasley. Ron was a prat when he did not see the obvious shows of affection that she showed him. He too was a prat for what he did, he would have had at least a chance with her if he realized his mistakes much sooner. Instead he aligned himself with the people that persecuted her and nearly could have easily imprisoned her for her actions. He thanked Merlin that imprisonment never occurred.

The exact time he fell in love with Hermione still remains a mystery to him and perhaps it is better that way. He was engaged to a wonderful woman and he was very happy.
What he loved most about Romilinda was that she did not judge him for his mistake, for she had made a grievous mistake as well. Ron was nearly poisoned to death when he ate chocolate with a hint of love potion that was meant for Harry. She has grown and matured into a kind woman who was very much like him.

As mature as he like to consider himself, he still had some jealously towards Charlie and being able to attain such a wonderful witch, and to his greatly embarrassing moments of lust for her. He could not help but dream of her the previous night


She was helping his mother set up for brunch the next morning, one of the many things that they had to do. Her hair was down as he always preferred it, she was wearing a denim dress that buttoned up in the front. On her feet she had a simple pair of dress sandals. She looked amazing as she always did. His mother went out for errands and they were left to themselves.

“You should not be here love, if Charlie ever finds out…”

He puts his fingers on her lips and said “I don’t care, I want you and I don’t care who knows it.”

The he kisses her full of unbridled passion. In the suddenness of his actions she dropped the utensils that she was holding in her hands. He pushes the place settings of the table and they fell with a great crash. He took her in his arms and set her on the table. She looked at him with lust and amusement in her eyes and kissed him again. They undressed each other impatiently desperate to feel each other. He then joined her on the table and kissed and caressed her body till she groaned in frustration “Please Percy, please take me.” He gently parted her legs and inserted himself in her slowly for her to get used to him. He could feel her walls tighten around him sucking him in willingly. He waited a moment before he could not control himself any longer and thrust into her in long strong strokes. She wraps her legs around him attempting to pull him deeper into her.

Percy could see she her lips parted, see the flush in her cheeks, and hear her rapid breathing. He smiled to himself for being able to arouse such a beautiful goddess such as she. He went as fast and hard as he possibly could to bring her to her climax. He finally succeeded when she screamed “Fuck Yes” and rode what felt like an earth shattering orgasm.

“Oh Percy” she sighed a look of pure rapture on her face.

“Percy? Earth to Percy”

“Yes dear?”

“ We have to go now or we will be late”


***

Hermione finally managed to get Charlie to get up and get ready for the brunch that they had that morning. He made it as difficult as possible to leave their bed this morning in the sweetest most passionate way.

Hermione always enjoyed his passion for her, but lately it seemed almost desperate. It was as if he feared her leaving him and will do anything possible to make her stay.
She knew him well enough to know that something was troubling him. If she were to venture a guess it would be the way his family viewed her now and or the fact that they were being watched.

In the war and being friends with a boy that always brought trouble wanted or not, she learned to see the signs that something was not right. It took her some time to sort it out, but she finally realized that every Weasley with the exception of Mrs. Weasley had feelings of lust for her. And it felt like they were being watched even in the privacy of their flat. Her fiancée must have figured it out as well and was afraid that she would leave him or that his family would try to do something to her. Charlie was easy going by nature, but she did not know what he would do if something had happened to her and his family was responsible for it. That was the only reason why she did not speak to him about it. She loved the Weasleys like her own family, and she would not wish any of them any harm. She was truly flattered that they felt that way about her, but the only Weasley she was in love or lust with was Charlie. She thought it best not to comment to anyone that she knew she did not want to cause any friction or embarrassment. She took a last look at herself in the mirror. She was wearing a sun dress that had subtle ruffles and high heeled sandals. Her hair was in a casual bun.

Arms wrapped around her from behind. “You look amazing love.” She playfully swatted him away “ Don’t even think about it Charlie Weasley, we are late enough as it is.”

He grins at her and said, “Yes dear” and followed her out to the brooms then flew to the Weasley home.

As they passed a figure in an invisibility cloak went to the flat. With the key that they owned they unlocked it and went to the couple’s bedroom. The figure removed a pair of their goddess’s underwear, to be used later. Then they came across what they came for. Charlie’s comb. The figure removed three strands of the man’s hair that they would need for their polyjuice potion. soon my love, soon

***
The Weasley home was full of energy and life as they had brunch together. The Patils and Mrs. Longbottom will join them later before the engagement party. It was good to see everyone happy and having a good time. Hermione could not help but feel sad that her parents were not around to see this day or meet Charlie. She knew that her parents liked the Weasleys when they had met each other and conversed on many occasions. She would always love Mr. Weasley for the way that he stood up for them when Mr. Malfoy insulted her and her parents. It was the one and only time that she saw Mr. Weasley use his fists on anyone. It made her feel proud that he would be her father soon. She stood and helped Mrs. Weasley with the dishes while the rest of the women went outside to set up the tables for the party later on in the afternoon. “Are you alright dear?” asked Molly.

“Yes I’m sorry Molly, I was just thinking of my own mum and dad.”

The older witch put her arms around her and gave her a hug. “I am so sorry dear. I was not even thinking how hard it must be for a girl not to have her mother on her wedding day.”

“It is alright Molly, I have you and Arthur now.” She said as she hugged back.
“ I am the luckiest girl in the world to have the most inventive father and the best cook in the world mother.” She paused and asked “Did the car ever return from the forbidden forest?”

“No it had gone too native for that” she replied.

***
Later on that evening she was talking to the guests when she felt a familiar hand caress her leg. She tried to act casual but the man she believed to be her fiancée was turning her on in front of everyone. She never knew that he had exhibitionist tendencies but what the heck. She felt the skirts of her dress move up more almost to her waist, and her knickers pulled down to her ankles. Tonks could have said the sky was orange, and she would sit there and nod yes. She was losing all coherent thought. Tonks somehow seemed to figure it out, and excused herself with a wink. Hermione barely registered Tonks excusing herself. All she could think or feel was the feelings of sweet rapture when first the finger and then a tongue glided over her folds. She closed her eyes and moaned at the sweet feelings that it brought in her. She could feel herself peak and orgasm, grabbing the tablecloth and nearly pulling everything off with the force of it. When the sweet waves of rapture was over, the hands politely pulled the knickers back up and pull the skirts of the dress down. She was about to return the favor when she saw Charlie in the corner of her eye talking to Bill.

Bloody Fucking Hell. When she pulled the tablecloth up and looked down the person was gone, leaving a cuff link in the grass.