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Adult +
Chapters:
6
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9,108
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33
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The Witching Hour (Part I)
Many millions of apologies for the amount of time it took me to update this story- I can only hope that some of you are still interested in this story! This was initially meant to be the last chaper, but I have split it up in order to better present the story. If you want more than that, I wil have no idea unless you review!
Now, without further ado, the long awaited update:
Chapter 5: The Witching Hour (Part I)
After retrieving his own discarded broom, and placing it with Percy’s in the shed in the year, Charlie followed the other quidditch players into the house. The kitchen was even more boisterous than usual; what with his mother cooking, Fleur attempting to help, and the twins apparating everywhere while holding some kind of sharp object, Charlie thought it prudent to leave the scene as quickly as possible. As he made for the door, he heard his mother cry out in dismay, followed by a crash.
“Bill, darling, won’t you tell Fleur that she really shouldn’t trouble herself with those dishes? It really can’t be good for the baby!”
Bill rolled his eyes, unable to deal with two Weasley women at one time. Charlie glanced over to see Ron sneaking bites of the potatoes in the corner, and noted that neither Ginny nor Harry were anywhere to be seen. Well, bully for them, he thought to himself, they certainly have the right idea…
As Charlie pushed the swinging door to the hall, it connected with something on the other side, and he heard a loud THUNK. Slipping through the door, he found Hermione sitting on the floor, with her hand over her nose, and a pile of dishtowels strewn about around her. Well, Charlie had been hoping to run into her, but not quite like this.
“Oh, Hermione, I’m so sorry! Are you ok?” He bent down and peered at her. Her eyes were still staring forward, but at his movement to the floor, she blinked twice, and Charlie was nearly breathless at the perfect way her dark eyelashes lay on her flushed cheek. She took her hand down from her nose, and looked at it, then turned her honey gaze on Charlie. Still speechless and with her eyes locked on his, she gave him her hand, and automatically, he helped her stand up.
“Well, Charlie, it isn’t broken, but I think you need to kiss it to make it feel better,” she crooned, still enchanting him with those golden eyes. Kiss? Charlie thought, kiss? She wants me to kiss her…nose? Oh! With the sudden processing of what she had said, his brain started moving at a rapid pace, and he was aware that he needed to say something, if only to assure himself he hadn’t lost the powers of speech.
“Ah, yes, I’m sure that would make it all better.” He pulled her to face him, and put his hands on either side of her face. Her skin was so soft, and warm to his touch. He could have stayed there forever, holding her cheeks, but there were more pressing issues at hand.
He lowered his mouth to her face, and planted the most delicate brush of his lips across the bridge of her nose. The instant his lips touched her skin, however, she lifted her right hand to cover his on her cheek, and leaned into it. That one movement was all the encouragement Charlie needed. He moved his lips from her nose to her mouth, and kissed her, exalting in the feeling of her soft, sensuous lips, which had been tormenting him since breakfast.
Charlie moved his hands from her face, putting one behind her back to pull her closer, and one on her neck. With her body now pressed against his, Hermione entwined one of her hands in his curly red hair, and parted her lips. Their tongues met, and Charlie’s mind reeled. She tasted like cinnamon and honey, and he couldn’t believe she was kissing him.
They both drew back for a breath, and looked at each other. Hermione’s face was flushed, and the light from the kitchen created a glow that was diffused through her hair. Her faced was flushed and her lips were shining, and her eyes were blazing gold.
“Thanks, Charlie,” she said, slightly breathless, “I really think it feels better now.” She turned to walk away, but Charlie grabbed her arm and placed himself in front of her.
“Oh no, not this time. I’ve had enough of your teasing for today.” And he kissed her again, unable to stay away from the nectar of her mouth. She kissed him back vehemently, pulling herself closer to him, both hands desperately grasping the front of his shirt.
Staggering back against the wall, Hermione gasped for air. Charlie wanted to kiss her again, but at that moment, another dish broke in the kitchen, and Mrs. Weasley’s voice was heard rising above Fleur’s French cursing. The realization that there were other people in the universe, followed by the remembrance that those people nearest happened to not only be family but also just on the other side of the door snapped Charlie’s reverie.
Hermione looked to have had the same revelation, and hurriedly began to wave her wand at the dishtowels, causing them to leap, folded neatly, back into her arms. Charlie knew they had to stop, but he couldn’t help leaning forward to place one more kiss on her freckled nose.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, and had the satisfaction of seeing her flush even more deeply before turning into the kitchen.
As the door swung shut behind her, Charlie leaned against the wall and groaned. He couldn’t believe what had just happened, but he felt like he could fly, and he didn’t need a broomstick to do it. How long this had been coming, he didn’t know- had it been this morning that she had shown her reciprocation of her feelings, or had that been a hundred years ago? How was he supposed to measure time when she was around him?
Charlie made his way up the stairs slowly, savouring every memory of his last encounter with the most amazing woman, not only in all of Britain, but surely in the entire world as well. He stripped off his quidditch gear, and hopped into the shower again, relishing the cold water.
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Well, darling readers, there is absolutely no way I can apologise enough for this time interval between updates. It has been quite a while, and so I would doubly appreciate your remarks and reviews! In the meanwhile, this story has only one chapter left (I promise, this time), and I swear on the genius of J.K. Rowling that the update will be soon. Please remember to review, and tell me what you think!
Cheers - Morrigan
Now, without further ado, the long awaited update:
Chapter 5: The Witching Hour (Part I)
After retrieving his own discarded broom, and placing it with Percy’s in the shed in the year, Charlie followed the other quidditch players into the house. The kitchen was even more boisterous than usual; what with his mother cooking, Fleur attempting to help, and the twins apparating everywhere while holding some kind of sharp object, Charlie thought it prudent to leave the scene as quickly as possible. As he made for the door, he heard his mother cry out in dismay, followed by a crash.
“Bill, darling, won’t you tell Fleur that she really shouldn’t trouble herself with those dishes? It really can’t be good for the baby!”
Bill rolled his eyes, unable to deal with two Weasley women at one time. Charlie glanced over to see Ron sneaking bites of the potatoes in the corner, and noted that neither Ginny nor Harry were anywhere to be seen. Well, bully for them, he thought to himself, they certainly have the right idea…
As Charlie pushed the swinging door to the hall, it connected with something on the other side, and he heard a loud THUNK. Slipping through the door, he found Hermione sitting on the floor, with her hand over her nose, and a pile of dishtowels strewn about around her. Well, Charlie had been hoping to run into her, but not quite like this.
“Oh, Hermione, I’m so sorry! Are you ok?” He bent down and peered at her. Her eyes were still staring forward, but at his movement to the floor, she blinked twice, and Charlie was nearly breathless at the perfect way her dark eyelashes lay on her flushed cheek. She took her hand down from her nose, and looked at it, then turned her honey gaze on Charlie. Still speechless and with her eyes locked on his, she gave him her hand, and automatically, he helped her stand up.
“Well, Charlie, it isn’t broken, but I think you need to kiss it to make it feel better,” she crooned, still enchanting him with those golden eyes. Kiss? Charlie thought, kiss? She wants me to kiss her…nose? Oh! With the sudden processing of what she had said, his brain started moving at a rapid pace, and he was aware that he needed to say something, if only to assure himself he hadn’t lost the powers of speech.
“Ah, yes, I’m sure that would make it all better.” He pulled her to face him, and put his hands on either side of her face. Her skin was so soft, and warm to his touch. He could have stayed there forever, holding her cheeks, but there were more pressing issues at hand.
He lowered his mouth to her face, and planted the most delicate brush of his lips across the bridge of her nose. The instant his lips touched her skin, however, she lifted her right hand to cover his on her cheek, and leaned into it. That one movement was all the encouragement Charlie needed. He moved his lips from her nose to her mouth, and kissed her, exalting in the feeling of her soft, sensuous lips, which had been tormenting him since breakfast.
Charlie moved his hands from her face, putting one behind her back to pull her closer, and one on her neck. With her body now pressed against his, Hermione entwined one of her hands in his curly red hair, and parted her lips. Their tongues met, and Charlie’s mind reeled. She tasted like cinnamon and honey, and he couldn’t believe she was kissing him.
They both drew back for a breath, and looked at each other. Hermione’s face was flushed, and the light from the kitchen created a glow that was diffused through her hair. Her faced was flushed and her lips were shining, and her eyes were blazing gold.
“Thanks, Charlie,” she said, slightly breathless, “I really think it feels better now.” She turned to walk away, but Charlie grabbed her arm and placed himself in front of her.
“Oh no, not this time. I’ve had enough of your teasing for today.” And he kissed her again, unable to stay away from the nectar of her mouth. She kissed him back vehemently, pulling herself closer to him, both hands desperately grasping the front of his shirt.
Staggering back against the wall, Hermione gasped for air. Charlie wanted to kiss her again, but at that moment, another dish broke in the kitchen, and Mrs. Weasley’s voice was heard rising above Fleur’s French cursing. The realization that there were other people in the universe, followed by the remembrance that those people nearest happened to not only be family but also just on the other side of the door snapped Charlie’s reverie.
Hermione looked to have had the same revelation, and hurriedly began to wave her wand at the dishtowels, causing them to leap, folded neatly, back into her arms. Charlie knew they had to stop, but he couldn’t help leaning forward to place one more kiss on her freckled nose.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, and had the satisfaction of seeing her flush even more deeply before turning into the kitchen.
As the door swung shut behind her, Charlie leaned against the wall and groaned. He couldn’t believe what had just happened, but he felt like he could fly, and he didn’t need a broomstick to do it. How long this had been coming, he didn’t know- had it been this morning that she had shown her reciprocation of her feelings, or had that been a hundred years ago? How was he supposed to measure time when she was around him?
Charlie made his way up the stairs slowly, savouring every memory of his last encounter with the most amazing woman, not only in all of Britain, but surely in the entire world as well. He stripped off his quidditch gear, and hopped into the shower again, relishing the cold water.
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Well, darling readers, there is absolutely no way I can apologise enough for this time interval between updates. It has been quite a while, and so I would doubly appreciate your remarks and reviews! In the meanwhile, this story has only one chapter left (I promise, this time), and I swear on the genius of J.K. Rowling that the update will be soon. Please remember to review, and tell me what you think!
Cheers - Morrigan