Childish

Chapter 4: Quidditch

Lunch was finally concluded, despite Mrs. Weasley’s inability to explain the suddenly insufficient number of sandwiches. Rubbing his own belly, which must have been a nice break for Fleur, Bill rose from the table.

“So, who wants to play quidditch?” Half the table groaned.

“Oh, not yet, Bill,” said George, “give us some time to digest, at least.”

“Yeah,” Fred agreed, “plus it is still too hot to play.”

“And I think someone needs a shower…” Charlie said, with a pointed look at Harry.

“Yeah, a cold one.” Ron laughed, punching his blushing best friend on the arm, and the table, excluding the Weasley parents, laughed. Thankfully, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, while unavoidably aware of their daughter’s relationship with Harry Potter, were blissfully blind to her behaviour around him.

“Ok, fine, I will leave you youngsters to your own devices for the next hour or so. Fleur, ma chère, you should lie down anyway. See the rest of you in the garden at four, sharp!”

“Aye aye, captain!” The twins saluted Bill, and marched off to blow up Merlin knows what.

The rest of the group dispersed, and Charlie was a bit disappointed to see Hermione leave, talking to Ginny. Well, he thought as he entered his room and lay down on the bed, now I can plan my revenge…

But before any planning could be done, Charlie fell asleep, and dreamt of cinnamon eyes and long legs.

He awoke at a quarter to four with pillow mark on his cheek and an obvious erection. Oh well, just another reason to get in the shower. He didn’t bother to make the water too warm as he stepped into the shower, and within a few minutes, found himself free of the dirt and sweat from the garden and the hard on from Hermione. Toweling off, he headed downstairs for the match.

The twins were already sitting in the kitchen, and Bill entered from outside just as Charlie was sitting down. Ron appeared momentarily, and a few minutes later, Harry came down looking clean but ruffled, and a large hickey was appearing on his neck. Ginny followed behind, looking refreshed, and smirking, cast a nice glamour charm on Harry’s neck. She was obviously very adept at the action.

Seeing everyone was assembled, Bill stood up and began making teams.

“OK, so Fred and George, we need a beater on each team, just find some way to distinguish yourselves. Charlie, you and Ron go with Fred, I’ll be with George, and, ah, yes, the lovely couple. Splitsville, kiddies! Ginny with Fred, Harry you’re with me. Oh, blast, we’re short. Can we get Lupin to play chaser?”

“He’s asleep,” said a voice coming through the door, “and I wouldn’t try to wake him, the full moon was only two nights ago.” Hermione walked to the sink and poured a glass of water.

“Hey, you can play, can’t you Hermione?” Ron piped up, and missing the look of apprehension on her face, continued. “Yeah, you can use Percy’s broom, and you’re a good enough flier to play chaser. Charlie here isn’t so steady, you know?” He laughed and good naturedly shook Charlie’s shoulders.

For a moment, Charlie thought she would refuse, but Hermione never could back away from a challenge.

“OK, but you know I don’t really play quidditch, Ron.”

“You’ll be fine, ‘Mione,” Harry reassured her, “you’re on my team, with Bill and George”

“Yeah, and I wont let anything hit that precious head of yours!” George exclaimed, ruffling her hair and grinning. Without another protest, the group swept outside and prepared for the match.

Strapping on his arm guards, Charlie smiled to himself. Finally, he had the advantage. Hermione knew how to fly, surely, but she was no quidditch champion. Flying was Charlie’s turf, and somewhere in the back of his mind, he wanted to show off.

The game began in the yard, and Charlie grabbed the quaffle and flew towards Bill, but missed the makeshift hoop. Back and forth the game went, as the twins attempted to knock each other off their brooms with the bludgers, and Harry and Ginny marked each other rather closely. Bill passed to Hermione, and she made a dash for the oppose end. Charlie saw his opportunity.

She was flying with both hands gripping the broom to stabilize herself. This position, while making her slightly safer, made it difficult for her to hold the quaffle well. As quietly as possible, he flew up behind her, and then darted forwards, aiming for the ball. She was holding it in her lap, crouched over and squeezing it between her elbows, tucked right underneath her beautiful breasts. Snatching the ball, he deliberately but subtly stroked the underside of those breasts before flying off.

Hermione began to play more aggressively after that, challenging Charlie for the quaffle. She was still nervous on her broom, but she was really going for the ball. Charlie was amused, as this tactic allowed him plenty of opportunities to ‘accidentally’ touch her. Of course, she may have been doing it on purpose.

As she lunged for the ball, facing him, he leaned back, leaving her face in his lap. When she went to grab the quaffle from his hands, he shifted so she grabbed his chest instead. The encounters continued, their intensity unnoticed by the other players, and Hermione became more and more flushed and flustered. Finally, as he became more and more bold, he went for his greatest trick.

Coming up behind Hermione, who was carrying the quaffle, Charlie flew so that their brooms were overlapping, and then surged forwards, so now he was sitting on her broom. She started as she felt his chest against her back, and becoming even more nervous, tightened her grip on the ball, letting go of the broom. Realizing her sudden lack of stability, she leaned back into Charlie, who wrapped his arms around her middle in a flimsy fake attempt to get the quaffle. Just then, Ginny came swooping down, clutching the snitch triumphantly in her fist.

Noticing that the game had ended, Hermione dropped the quaffle and took the handle of her broom back into a death grip. Charlie missed having her leaning against him, but his arms were still around her waist and by leaning forwards, she was placing her bum in his lap. His broom having fallen away when he mounted Hermione’s, Charlie had no choice but to fly down to the ground still holding her. Not that he would have chosen to move at the moment.

He could tell she was very scared on her broom, despite all her calm outward appearance, and he appreciated her playing with such a fear. He took control of the broom and guided it slowly to the ground. Once they landed, Hermione threw herself off the broom and into Charlie’s arms. He was surprised, but realized that she was trying to catch her breath. And perhaps she missed that feeling of leaning into him a bit too.

As her breathing calmed, she sank into his body. Charlie liked the way she fit there, her had resting on his shoulder, pressing her chest to his. He would have liked her to stay there, but just then, Mrs. Weasley began calling for everyone to come help set up for dinner. Letting him go, Hermione looked up at him and lightly punched him in the stomach, and then turned and walked away. Charlie smiled to himself. This point went to him.

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Hello again, dear readers. I understand that this chapter is a bit longer, and and not quite as exciting as the previous chapters, but poor Charlie needed a break... I was also having a bit of fun with plot (gasp), but I\'d really like to know what you think about it! Thank you to all who have already reviewed, it really means a lot to me, even if you only write one sentence! To the rest of you, please make this author happy and write something nice... One or two more chapters left.... Morrigan