The Wedding To Top Them All
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Hermione/Charlie
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
6,368
Reviews:
4
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Chapter Four
Chapter Four
Morning love
The next morning, the sun just beginning to peek its bright face over the tops of the trees, two bodies were waking to the sounds of intense screaming.
“Harry, make them stop, please?” Asked Ginny, her head of bright red burying under the multitude of pillows that had gathered on the bed.
The green eyes of Harry Potter sparkled in the sadness that he could really do nothing to help his wife. All that he could do would be to put up a silencing charm around the walls of their room, which had been done several times over the past few days, only to have them broken by the loud screams made by a climatic finish. It was becoming less of a hassle to just leave them down.
“Sorry love. You know that there’s nothing that any of us can do, except to be happy that Ron found someone that makes him as happy as you make me.”
Ginny sighed at the known knowledge. She knew that it was just something that she would have to accept, and it would be over as soon as her and Harry moved back home later that night. The wedding would bring a sigh of relief from everyone who had to share a home with Ron and Draco. Thankfully, they too were heading back home, to Malfoy Manor, later that night as well.
Looking at the clock beside their bed, Harry noticed that it was past six, and decided to get up and shower before everyone else was awake. Granted, everyone would probably be up now, thanks to none other than Draco and Ron.
- - - - - - -
That very same morning, the twins were sleeping peacefully in their own flat, which was situated conveniently above their first joke shop. Fred Weasley, who was having the most amazing dream of his life, was twitching as a reaction of this particular dream, the one that had been reoccurring for the past few months.
You see, this was the dream that was based on the historical past of Fred’s sexual encounters, only every woman that he had ever slept with had the same body, face, hair…basically it was the same woman.
The witch from down the street that Fred had hooked up with a few times, she now looked like his fantasy witch as she lay sprawled over his workbench.
The witch from his seventh year at Hogwarts, the one that he met up with in the room of requirement every Saturday night, she looked like his fantasy witch.
The one witch that he had shared with George, well, she looked like herself. Of course, that was because she was the witch of his dreams and he could not get her out of his head, let alone his dreams.
Hermione Granger, soon to be Hermione Weasley, was the only person in the whole world who Fred wanted to share the rest of his life with. Sure, he was happy that she was happy with his older brother, but that was only true in the deepest part of his body, somewhere near his big toe. To sum it all up, he wanted her. He wanted her really bad.
You see, Fred Weasley was a simple man, meaning that he though with his dick before the rest of his body, and he had been longing for her ever since he left him and his brother.
He still had the most amazing dreams about the time that George and him had her at the same time the night after her graduation from post-Hogwarts education, after she got her diploma for teaching transfiguration. The three of them had had a bit too much vodka and Hermione had decided to stay at their flat with them for the night, something that she had done in the past when something like this had happened.
That night, one thing led to another and the three of them found themselves in the tub, magically enlarged to accommodate the three of them comfortably, with Hermione happily sandwiched between them, being penetrated from all angles. They then moved their activities to George’s bedroom where they continued the pleasure they all wanted.
It wasn’t until later, after George had fallen asleep, fully and contentedly exhausted, that Hermione and Fred were able to have some time alone. They had then proceeded to make love to each other at the end of his brother’s bed until the morning rays of sunlight were starting to drift into the room, illuminating their sweaty bodies.
The erotic experience of having Hermione to himself, if only for a while, was something that Fred would never forget. It was the moment that he had realized that he was in love with her, but that he could truly never have her to himself.
A muffled scream of release, and Fred was shaken from his peaceful slumber, awoken by his own desire.
The night before had been a bust for both him and George. Their plans of kidnapping Hermione and forcing her to drink until she passed out, then enabling them to bring her home with them for old time’s sake, was ruined when they popped unto her room and found that she wasn’t there. And not only was she not there, but she wasn’t in the house and no one knew where she was.
Granted, they figured out that she must have snuck out with Charlie when they couldn’t locate him as well.
So the two of them decided to retire home and put all of their energy into developing a way to make the next days ceremony an event to remember.
- - - - - - -
Hermione awoke to Charlie lying beside her in the long grass beside the lake. She rolled over and snuggled closer to his naked body, wanting to bury herself in the warmth that he provided. She could stay like that forever, clinging to him and breathing in his scent.
Then it hit her. They were getting married in only a few hours. She would be spending her remaining days with him. At that thought, she let out a small giggle. It wasn’t loud, but it was enough to wake her lover.
“Morning love.” He moaned, sleep still having a strong hold over him.
“Morning.” She replied, tilting her head up so that she could see his face, and was rewarded with a passionate kiss.
When they parted, Hermione put her head back to where it was and sighed. “We have to get back to our rooms love. If your mother ever found us, she would go into a fit of hysterics before the wedding, and that’s the last thing that I want.”
“You’re right. We should get going. I need to shower before the ceremony as well, since mine was interrupted last night.” He said cheekily, running his hands up and down the body of the goddess on top of him, giving a little squeeze every now and then.
They both began to sit up grudgingly, not wanting to leave their comfortable positions, and not wanting to head back to where they weren’t allowed to indulge in their morning sexual cravings. Instead, there was another kiss and each apparated to their separate rooms, waiting for after the reception when they could really be together and could stay that way until the end of time.
Morning love
The next morning, the sun just beginning to peek its bright face over the tops of the trees, two bodies were waking to the sounds of intense screaming.
“Harry, make them stop, please?” Asked Ginny, her head of bright red burying under the multitude of pillows that had gathered on the bed.
The green eyes of Harry Potter sparkled in the sadness that he could really do nothing to help his wife. All that he could do would be to put up a silencing charm around the walls of their room, which had been done several times over the past few days, only to have them broken by the loud screams made by a climatic finish. It was becoming less of a hassle to just leave them down.
“Sorry love. You know that there’s nothing that any of us can do, except to be happy that Ron found someone that makes him as happy as you make me.”
Ginny sighed at the known knowledge. She knew that it was just something that she would have to accept, and it would be over as soon as her and Harry moved back home later that night. The wedding would bring a sigh of relief from everyone who had to share a home with Ron and Draco. Thankfully, they too were heading back home, to Malfoy Manor, later that night as well.
Looking at the clock beside their bed, Harry noticed that it was past six, and decided to get up and shower before everyone else was awake. Granted, everyone would probably be up now, thanks to none other than Draco and Ron.
- - - - - - -
That very same morning, the twins were sleeping peacefully in their own flat, which was situated conveniently above their first joke shop. Fred Weasley, who was having the most amazing dream of his life, was twitching as a reaction of this particular dream, the one that had been reoccurring for the past few months.
You see, this was the dream that was based on the historical past of Fred’s sexual encounters, only every woman that he had ever slept with had the same body, face, hair…basically it was the same woman.
The witch from down the street that Fred had hooked up with a few times, she now looked like his fantasy witch as she lay sprawled over his workbench.
The witch from his seventh year at Hogwarts, the one that he met up with in the room of requirement every Saturday night, she looked like his fantasy witch.
The one witch that he had shared with George, well, she looked like herself. Of course, that was because she was the witch of his dreams and he could not get her out of his head, let alone his dreams.
Hermione Granger, soon to be Hermione Weasley, was the only person in the whole world who Fred wanted to share the rest of his life with. Sure, he was happy that she was happy with his older brother, but that was only true in the deepest part of his body, somewhere near his big toe. To sum it all up, he wanted her. He wanted her really bad.
You see, Fred Weasley was a simple man, meaning that he though with his dick before the rest of his body, and he had been longing for her ever since he left him and his brother.
He still had the most amazing dreams about the time that George and him had her at the same time the night after her graduation from post-Hogwarts education, after she got her diploma for teaching transfiguration. The three of them had had a bit too much vodka and Hermione had decided to stay at their flat with them for the night, something that she had done in the past when something like this had happened.
That night, one thing led to another and the three of them found themselves in the tub, magically enlarged to accommodate the three of them comfortably, with Hermione happily sandwiched between them, being penetrated from all angles. They then moved their activities to George’s bedroom where they continued the pleasure they all wanted.
It wasn’t until later, after George had fallen asleep, fully and contentedly exhausted, that Hermione and Fred were able to have some time alone. They had then proceeded to make love to each other at the end of his brother’s bed until the morning rays of sunlight were starting to drift into the room, illuminating their sweaty bodies.
The erotic experience of having Hermione to himself, if only for a while, was something that Fred would never forget. It was the moment that he had realized that he was in love with her, but that he could truly never have her to himself.
A muffled scream of release, and Fred was shaken from his peaceful slumber, awoken by his own desire.
The night before had been a bust for both him and George. Their plans of kidnapping Hermione and forcing her to drink until she passed out, then enabling them to bring her home with them for old time’s sake, was ruined when they popped unto her room and found that she wasn’t there. And not only was she not there, but she wasn’t in the house and no one knew where she was.
Granted, they figured out that she must have snuck out with Charlie when they couldn’t locate him as well.
So the two of them decided to retire home and put all of their energy into developing a way to make the next days ceremony an event to remember.
- - - - - - -
Hermione awoke to Charlie lying beside her in the long grass beside the lake. She rolled over and snuggled closer to his naked body, wanting to bury herself in the warmth that he provided. She could stay like that forever, clinging to him and breathing in his scent.
Then it hit her. They were getting married in only a few hours. She would be spending her remaining days with him. At that thought, she let out a small giggle. It wasn’t loud, but it was enough to wake her lover.
“Morning love.” He moaned, sleep still having a strong hold over him.
“Morning.” She replied, tilting her head up so that she could see his face, and was rewarded with a passionate kiss.
When they parted, Hermione put her head back to where it was and sighed. “We have to get back to our rooms love. If your mother ever found us, she would go into a fit of hysterics before the wedding, and that’s the last thing that I want.”
“You’re right. We should get going. I need to shower before the ceremony as well, since mine was interrupted last night.” He said cheekily, running his hands up and down the body of the goddess on top of him, giving a little squeeze every now and then.
They both began to sit up grudgingly, not wanting to leave their comfortable positions, and not wanting to head back to where they weren’t allowed to indulge in their morning sexual cravings. Instead, there was another kiss and each apparated to their separate rooms, waiting for after the reception when they could really be together and could stay that way until the end of time.