Left Alone in the Burrow

 

Author's Note: This isn't edited. I'm not even going to apologize, because I don't have enough energy... Blah xD

 

Hermione’s alarm buzzed. She stretched, yawning. Why the hell was her alarm set so early on a Saturday morning? Grunting, Hermione turned over, burying her head in her pillow. She wasn’t getting up for anyone.

 

 

Five minutes later, Hermione woke again. Her alarm went off again. Now this was getting seriously annoying. She swung her legs over the side of her bed. She knew that she only set two alarms when there was something urgent to be done. Hermione rubbed her eyes while she figured it out.

 

 

Something to be done. Now what was it? Something to do with… Charlie! That was it!

 

 

She saw a note by her bedside. Scribbled on furiously, was the word, “revenge”.

 

 

Ah, yes. Today was the morning that Charlie would be getting his comeuppance. And she was going to make sure it would last all day.

 

 

Standing up, Hermione went over to her wardrobe, rifling through her clothes. Now this was no good.

 

 

Hermione sneaked over Ginny’s bed and shook her awake gently.

 

 

“Ginny! Ginny, wake up!”

 

 

Her red-headed friend mumbled in protest and swatted Hermione’s hand away.

 

 

“Go away.”

 

 

“No, Ginny, I need you!”

 

 

Ginny smoothed her hair back from her face and sat up.

 

 

“What do you want so desperately that you have to wake me up at a godforsaken hour in the morning?”

 

 

“Ginny, it’s ten o’clock.”

 

 

“That’s too early! But anyway, what did you want?”

 

 

“I had a plan for this morning to get revenge on Charlie, but there’s a slight problem. I need something sexy to wear. There is nothing sexy at all in my wardrobe.”

 

 

“What about that silk dressing gown?”

 

 

“He’s already seen that. We need to go sexy underwear shopping.”

 

 

“You never shop with me! I’m going to find you something so sexy, he’ll want to rip it off you! Just give me half an hour to get ready and we’ll go into London.”

 

 

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Passing by Charlie’s bedroom on the way down, Hermione paused. She opened his door and peeked in. Charlie was sprawled out on his bed, wearing only boxers, snoring lightly. She smiled. She was going to win this game.

 

 

Hermione joined Ginny in the kitchen, the grin still on her face.

 

 

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A successful shopping trip later, both girls fell onto the sofa in exhaustion. Hermione groaned. She really hated shopping. Even more, she particularly hated shopping with Ginny. That girl just loved to drag her friend into every single shop on London’s high street.

 

 

“That was fun. We should do that again sometime!”

 

 

Hermione threw a pillow across the room, hitting Ginny in the face.

 

 

“No. Never again.”

 

 

“Don’t worry, there’ll be another time when you need me to get you sexy underwear!” Ginny sang smugly.

 

 

“What’s this about sexy underwear, Hermione?” Charlie’s low, rough voice filled the room.

 

 

“Aaaaand that’s my cue to leave.” Ginny almost ran out the door, carrying her shopping bags under her arm.

 

 

Charlie stalked toward Hermione, eyes focused on the shopping bags next to her.

 

 

“Can I see it?”

 

 

Hermione’s eyes narrowed. This isn’t how this is supposed to go. She was supposed to seduce him, not the other way round.

 

 

His hand stretched out to her, beckoning. They both knew that if he touched her, then she would do anything he wanted her to do. She had to use her brain to get out of this one. Trouble was, her brain seemed so… foggy all of a sudden. 

 

 

Charlie’s hand curled around Hermione’s cheek, fingertips stroking her satin skin gently. She sighed into his touch, standing. She took a step toward him, bringing their bodies together.

 

 

He wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her closer. Her sharp intake of breath shocked Hermione into sense. She couldn’t do this now. This was war. And Charlie was winning.

 

 

Hermione pushed the wizard away. She grabbed her bags and made her way upstairs. Their encounter would be later. And it would be spectacular.

 

 

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Charlie was confused. Hermione had pushed him away. Why? Did she not like him anymore? Was their game suddenly too much for her to handle?

 

 

He ran his hands through his hair and kicked the table leg. He didn’t understand.

 

 

But then he heard giggles floating down from upstairs. Oh. He got it now. Hermione was playing the game right back at him. The sexy underwear, her refusing his touch. She wanted to play? Fine.

 

 

But he hoped she knew, Charlie was the master of this kind of game.

 

 

The game of seduction.

 

 

Charlie’s thoughts were interrupted by his mother bustling through the living room.

 

 

“It’s dinner in five minutes, Charlie. Go get your sister and Hermione.”

 

 

Charlie nodded and left the room. He paused outside Ginny and Hermione’s door and instead of knocking, he pressed his ear to the door. The girls’ muffled whispers and giggles reached him, but he couldn’t hear what they were saying.

 

 

He lightly rapped on the wood.

 

 

“Dinner.”

 

 

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Hermione smoothed down her skirt anxiously. She didn’t feel comfortable right now.

 

 

Ginny nudged her toward the door.

 

 

“Don’t worry, he’ll love it.”

 

 

“Ginny? Isn’t this a bit awkward for you? Hooking me up with your brother?”

 

 

“No. Charlie’s been alone for a very long time, it’s a pleasure to actually see him happy. Just don’t break his heart, that’s all I ask.”

 

 

“Thank you, Ginny. And don’t worry, neither of our hearts are involved in this… game of ours. This is just for fun.”

 

 

Hermione hugged her red-headed best friend.

 

 

Time for plan action.

 

 

Hermione took her seat at the dinner table, opposite Charlie. She sent him a seductive smile and arched her back, running her hands through her hair. He nudged her calf with his foot and arched his brow, questioningly. She simply shook her head and got up to help Mrs Weasley with setting the table.

 

 

As she rounded the table to place a knife, fork and plate in front of Charlie, he put his hand on her bottom. He lightly rubbed circles on her skin through the fabric of her skirt, then stopped suddenly.

 

 

“Hermione.” Charlie hissed at her.

 

 

“Yes?”

 

 

“Why aren’t you wearing any knickers?” His voice was strained.

 

 

Hermione laughed huskily.

 

 

“You wanted to see them, but I’m saving that for later. So I thought it would be best not to wear them… in case you saw them.”

 

 

“Oh, Merlin.” Charlie let his head drop into his hands as he let out a deep breath. “How am I supposed get through dinner knowing that you have no knickers on?”

 

 

Hermione leant in close to Charlie’s ear and whispered, “You’re not. That’s the point.”

 

 

Charlie groaned. “Cheers, Hermione. I’m going to have an erection for the next twenty years.”

 

 

She seated herself, smiling to herself. This was going to be so fun.

 

 

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Hermione was going down. Charlie had to spend dinner at his own house with the biggest hard-on he’d ever had. Now was the real trouble though. All was fine and dandy when he had a table to hide his crotch, but getting up and going to his room? Almost impossible, especially when his mother had eyes like an eagle.

 

 

He sent a pleading glance at Hermione, begging her to help him. She’d got him into this problem, she was certainly going to get him out of it. She looked at him with puzzlement but then her eyes widened in understanding. Glancing down at his lap, covered by the table and her mouth curved in a grin. But although a mischievous expression was on her face, she nodded.

 

 

“Mrs Weasley, dinner was lovely. May Charlie and I go? We have some things to discuss.”

 

 

“Of course, love.”

 

 

Hermione went around to Charlie’s side of the table and murmured quietly, “You have a problem?”

 

 

“Yes. Now help me out of it.”

 

 

Hermione stretched over Charlie and picked up the water jug.

 

 

“Water?”

 

 

“No, thanks.”

 

 

“Tough luck, you’re getting some.” And with that, Hermione poured the ice cold water over Charlie’s lap.

 

 

“SHIT! FUCK! BALLS! BUGGER!”

 

 

“Charlie! Control your language!” Mrs Weasley slapped Charlie over the back of his head.

 

 

Hermione smiled. “Is there anything else I can do for you today, Charlie?”

 

 

Now, I know it doesn't have a lot of sexy time in this one, but don't worry my little smutties. It will be coming!! :)

Lots of love,

FeatheredQuill x