Left Alone in the Burrow

 

Oh my giddy gooshoes, another chapter? Hell yeah, this is stress relief. 

Enjoy!! :)

 

 

Hermione slammed the door to hers and Ginny’s bedroom, cheeks tinged with pink. She stomped over to her bed and lay on it, face down. She thrashed around violently in frustration, arms hitting the mattress and pillow.

 

 

Ginny giggled. “What’s got you in a bother?”

 

 

“Your brother. I don’t like him. At all. I hate him. He’s so irritating. I hate him, I hate him, I hate him.” Hermione said, rather peevishly.

 

 

Ginny poked her friend with her toe. “What did he do to get you into such a fluster?”

 

 

Hermione turned her head to look at the redhead lounging on her bed. “Do you promise not to tell anyone? Or laugh at me?”

 

 

Ginny nodded, leaning forward.

 

 

“Isleptwithyourbrotherandnowhe’ssexuallyfrustratingme.” Hermione garbled out.

 

 

“Pardon? A little bit slower, please?”

 

 

“I had sex with Charlie.”

 

 

“I knew that, it was pretty obvious. But what was the second part?”

 

 

“He attacked me in your kitchen and in Flourish and Blotts but didn’t bring me

to… You know. That.”

 

 

Ginny smiled deviously, before changing her expression to something more innocent.

 

 

“No, my dear, whatever could you mean?”

 

 

Hermione groaned and buried her face in her pillow. Her next words came out muffled.

 

 

“Sorry, what?” Ginny replied.

 

 

Hermione mumbled louder.

 

 

“Pardon?”

 

 

“CHARLIE DIDN’T GIVE ME AN ORGASM! HAPPY NOW?” Hermione turned to yell at Ginny. Ginny winked at her.

 

 

“I don’t know why you didn’t just say that to start with.”

 

 

Hermione sent her best friend an evil glare. Ginny simply laughed.

 

 

“Uh… Hermione? Mum asks if you can keep the noise down? The walls are quite thin.” Ron sheepishly asked from the doorway. Ginny burst into raucous laughter.

 

 

Hermione groaned. Fantastic, this is just what she needed. Every time she moved it sparked shock waves through her. She was a woman on edge and now everybody in the Weasley family knew about it. Great.

 

 

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Charlie smirked as he heard Hermione’s yells resonating through the house. He had rattled her earlier on and she was feeling it now. Good. He planned to carry this out for a little while longer- the witch was so adorable when she was frazzled.

 

 

His door almost fell off his hinges when his mother burst through it with quite some speed. Her face was bright red and she smelled of cooking. Charlie guessed that she had also heard Hermione’s passionate outburst.

 

 

He was right. His eardrums popped with the magnitude of his mother’s eruption.

 

 

“CHARLIE WEASLEY, HOW DARE YOU SPOIL THE INNOCENCE OF THAT YOUNG, SWEET GIRL? I AM VERY ASHAMED OF YOU! I DO NOT WANT HER FEELING UNCOMFORTABLE UNDER MY ROOF!”

 

 

“On the contrary, Mother, I believe she felt very comfortable.”

 

 

“CHARLIE WEASLEY!” His mother inhaled so deeply in shock, she began to choke. Charlie leapt up and thumped Mrs Weasley on the back. She soon recovered, stood up straight and glared at her second-eldest son.

 

 

“I don’t want you to hurt her, that girl has been through enough in her life.  She doesn’t need any trouble from you.”

 

 

“I’ll be okay Mrs Weasley, but thank you for your concern. Could I have a chat with Charlie, please?” Hermione said softly from the doorway.

 

 

Mrs Weasley turned to the brunette witch and her expression gentled. “Of course, my dear. I’ll go down to the kitchen now.” Spinning back around to face her son, she sent him a warning glance and left the room. Hermione waited until she heard the creaking of the stairs before entering and closing Charlie’s door quietly. Her back was to him.

 

 

“Please, Charlie. Help me. I’m desperate.”

 

 

“I heard.” He stepped forward once. Hermione turned to face him slowly. She backed up against the door and licked her lips nervously. Charlie’s eyes darted to her mouth unconsciously. He took another step forward. He was within arms reach. Hermione took a small step forward and Charlie pushed her back against the wood.

 

 

He pressed her to the door with his hard body, allowing no space between them. He lowered his mouth to her neck and brushed his lips lightly against her soft, creamy skin. Hermione shivered and her hands rose to grip his shoulders. He shrugged them off, holding her wrists in his large, warm hands. He left her arms dangling by her sides.

 

 

Charlie trailed kisses down her shoulder. Pushing down the straps of her top, he bared her skin. He nibbled on her collarbone and moved back to Hermione’s face. His lips tickled across her closed eyelids and ghosted down to her hot cheeks. Hermione could feel his mouth curve into a smile as she grabbed his hands tightly.

 

 

His tongue slightly moistened Hermione’s full lips, and he bit her bottom lip harshly, demanding entrance. She granted it to him and he rapidly took control, sending the witch’s heartbeat into a quickly thumping frenzy. He clenched his hands around Hermione’s tiny fingers, and placed them on his chest. He took her waist in his calloused palms and tugged her closer.

 

 

He was dominating her in every sense, mentally and physically. She wanted so much more though. She wanted him. All of him.

 

 

He pushed her onto his bed and lay on top of him, kissing every part of her face. He made his way down her body, pulling down her top and kissing the valley between her breasts. He reached her torso, and even though there was a barrier of fabric between them, each touch seemed like a hot brand burning itself onto her skin.

 

 

“Charlie, for Merlin’s sake. If you don’t do something, I will explode.” Hermione forced out between gritted teeth.

 

 

“It wouldn’t be fun, giving in. So, I’m not going to.” Charlie chuckled.

 

 

Hermione grasped his head between her hands, pressuring him to go down further. He resisted her force, and instead nudged up her top, tongue darting out to investigate her belly button. The girl beneath him moaned, and Charlie could feel her stomach muscles tensing.

 

 

Charlie teasingly went a little lower and then made his way back up.

 

 

Just as he was about to reach her breasts, there was a loud voice from downstairs, screaming, “Dinner!”.

 

 

Charlie got up and looked at Hermione, sprawled out on his bed, panting. He smiled slightly, righted his clothes and walked out of the bedroom.

 

 

Hermione couldn’t believe it. She’d fallen for it again?

 

 

This was war.

 

Yay, chapter 4!  I never actually thought I'd get this far... xD

Answering reviews now... Because adultfanfiction still has no reply button...

 

Luminari_Lilium: Thank you for reviewing again! I love reading reviews :3 Oh she will return the favour, do not worry! I love Snape, he's the best :D

 

Talented_Mrs_Lupin: Thank you so much! It wouldn't be rape, I don't think Charlie would mind ;) As requested, another chapter!

 

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