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Adult +
Chapters:
6
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9,109
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33
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The Witching Hour, Part II
Disclaimer: I, alas, do not own Harry Potter.
Note: This update was a very long time coming, so if any of you are original readers, my most sincere apologies. Without further ado:
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Charlie only ventured downstairs again once the lack of crashing dishes and outcries from his mother assured him that most of the Weasley clan had vacated the kitchen. Taking a deep breath and smiling to himself, he flung open the door of his room. He walked slowly, trying not to summon anyone with the creaking stairs. Finding the kitchen empty, Charlie wandered into the garden, drawn by the dusky sky and the humming summer twilight.
Closing his eyes, he breathed in deeply, smelling the warm earth and the garden plants, and something else, warm on the cool breeze. He turned around, knowing what he would see.
“Hello, Charlie,” Hermione smiled softly. She was stunning, even in the evening light. Her long legs were pale in the dark, but her golden eyes were luminous, and Charlie once again found himself lost for words. “I was watching the stars come out, but now I’m a bit cold. Could you help me warm up?”
Charlie’s brain came up to speed. There was a chill in the night air, to be sure, but there was an invitation in her voice, and he had been teased all day. “Of course,” he said chivalrously, “Come sit with me.” Taking her hand, he led Hermione to a stone bench in a nearby corner of the garden. He sat down, and pulled her onto his lap. “Better now?”
“Much better,” she replied, snuggling into him. They sat in that position for half of an endless minute, until Charlie leaned into her hair and whispered,
“Hermione?” But by the time he had finished her name, she was kissing him furiously, her hands on the side of his face, and pressing her chest to his. Charlie kissed back with all the joy and pent up desire of the day, and wrapped his arms tightly around her. She wiggled distractingly in his lap, trying to turn to face him fully. However, the movement did not interrupt the kissing, and so both Charlie and Hermione toppled over the back of the bench into the tall plant bed behind it. The thought that they were in his mother’s pea patch flashed across Charlie’s mind, but Hermione was still kissing him, and he didn’t like peas that much anyway.
She was lying on top of him and smiling crookedly down, pieces of pea plant in her curly hair. As she breathed, her breasts rose closer to his face, and the feeling of euphoria she was eliciting from him caused her to feel lighter than air on his firm chest and stomach. Grabbing her around the waist, he pulled her up so that she was once again in his lap, though now they were sitting face to face.
“Charlie,” Hermione breathed, “I’m sorry for all the teasing.”
“I’m not,” he grinned back at her. “I hadn’t realized how much I wanted you.” Seeing the blaze of reciprocated feeling in her eyes at his admission, he went on. “But rest assured, love, I’ll not return the favor.” Charlie pulled her shirt over her head, making sure he rubbed his hands firmly along her sides as he did so. Seeing her breasts nearly spilling out of the simple black fabric, he stopped moving for a moment.
Not to be outdone, Hermione leaned towards him, and put her two hands at the bottom of his stomach, right under the hem of his shirt. Having her hands so close to another part of his anatomy caused Charlie to gasp with surprise and desire, but she slowly drew them upwards, palms flat against his chest, taking the soft cotton with them. She tossed his shirt next to hers and pressed him back down into the ground. Wiggling down his bare chest, she placed soft kisses along his collarbone, her lips like a pair of feathers. Charlie bent his right leg and maneuvered her hips softly, and when she wiggled further down, she caught his strong thigh between her legs.
She looked at him through pools of gold, and moaned softly as he ground her hips down, pressing his bent leg into her center. Charlie moved his hands over her pert bum, still covered by her shorts and, he presumed, her knickers. The thought of Hermione’s knickers, whether she was wearing them or not, made him snatch her mouth with his as he squeezed her bum. She hummed into his kiss, obviously enjoying his hands.
Charlie could feel his control slipping as they kissed, as Hermione steadied herself by putting her elbows on the ground next to his ears. Suddenly distracted from her honey mouth, he couldn’t help kissing the top of her breasts, and his hands moved to unhook her bra so he could appreciate them more fully. Luckily, both his hands were free for the task, and pitching the bra somewhere in the garden, Charlie found himself looking at a pair of delectable rosy nipples. He seized one in his mouth, enjoying the gasp that Hermione let out at the action. She pressed herself into his leg again, and while Charlie was lavishing attention on her nipple, she took the bottom of his ear into her mouth, sucking and licking.
It was at that moment that Charlie thought he heard something, but he wasn’t sure until he saw the beam of light that it had, in fact, been someone who saying “Lumos.” Both he and Hermione froze, then reached for their shirts, lying forgotten beside them. Standing up, Charlie attempted to pull the shirt over his head, but he thought he must be doing it wrong, and he was still struggling when the beam of light hit him.
“Charlie?” Bill said incredulously. “Mum thought she heard something out here.” He paused. “What are you doing?” As his brother asked, Charlie realized that he was holding Hermione’s shirt, and that he could think of no good reason for rolling around in the pea plants. He looked next to him, and turning red, saw Hermione in his t-shirt.
“Hi Bill,” she said, as if she had not been as surprised as Charlie by his sudden appearance. “I was picking peas, and I saw this enormous garden gnome. Well, you know I can’t bear to toss them over the fence, but when this one tried to bite me, I went to get Charlie.” Charlie goggled at her- how had she thought of anything at all to say? Moreover, Bill seemed to accept this mildly far-fetched story. That is, until he saw what she was wearing.
“Hey- isn’t that Charlie’s…?” Bill asked. Charlie was dying to hear his girl explain this one away.
“Oh, yes, I ripped mine, so we traded. Well, thanks for the help, Charlie!” And with that, she sashayed back into the house, leaving one Weasley very confused, and one very disappointed.
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Author's note: So I had promised that this would be the last chapter, but as you see, it has a bit of an unfinished ending. This is a very teasing story, and I am content to leave it here, but if readers are interested in a more final completion, let me know in your reviews, and I will add another chapter. Also, look for another Charlie/Hermione story from me, since I wrote an alternate version of this chapter that I am editing into a one-shot. Hope you've enjoyed, and tell me what you think!
Cheers, Morrigan
Note: This update was a very long time coming, so if any of you are original readers, my most sincere apologies. Without further ado:
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Charlie only ventured downstairs again once the lack of crashing dishes and outcries from his mother assured him that most of the Weasley clan had vacated the kitchen. Taking a deep breath and smiling to himself, he flung open the door of his room. He walked slowly, trying not to summon anyone with the creaking stairs. Finding the kitchen empty, Charlie wandered into the garden, drawn by the dusky sky and the humming summer twilight.
Closing his eyes, he breathed in deeply, smelling the warm earth and the garden plants, and something else, warm on the cool breeze. He turned around, knowing what he would see.
“Hello, Charlie,” Hermione smiled softly. She was stunning, even in the evening light. Her long legs were pale in the dark, but her golden eyes were luminous, and Charlie once again found himself lost for words. “I was watching the stars come out, but now I’m a bit cold. Could you help me warm up?”
Charlie’s brain came up to speed. There was a chill in the night air, to be sure, but there was an invitation in her voice, and he had been teased all day. “Of course,” he said chivalrously, “Come sit with me.” Taking her hand, he led Hermione to a stone bench in a nearby corner of the garden. He sat down, and pulled her onto his lap. “Better now?”
“Much better,” she replied, snuggling into him. They sat in that position for half of an endless minute, until Charlie leaned into her hair and whispered,
“Hermione?” But by the time he had finished her name, she was kissing him furiously, her hands on the side of his face, and pressing her chest to his. Charlie kissed back with all the joy and pent up desire of the day, and wrapped his arms tightly around her. She wiggled distractingly in his lap, trying to turn to face him fully. However, the movement did not interrupt the kissing, and so both Charlie and Hermione toppled over the back of the bench into the tall plant bed behind it. The thought that they were in his mother’s pea patch flashed across Charlie’s mind, but Hermione was still kissing him, and he didn’t like peas that much anyway.
She was lying on top of him and smiling crookedly down, pieces of pea plant in her curly hair. As she breathed, her breasts rose closer to his face, and the feeling of euphoria she was eliciting from him caused her to feel lighter than air on his firm chest and stomach. Grabbing her around the waist, he pulled her up so that she was once again in his lap, though now they were sitting face to face.
“Charlie,” Hermione breathed, “I’m sorry for all the teasing.”
“I’m not,” he grinned back at her. “I hadn’t realized how much I wanted you.” Seeing the blaze of reciprocated feeling in her eyes at his admission, he went on. “But rest assured, love, I’ll not return the favor.” Charlie pulled her shirt over her head, making sure he rubbed his hands firmly along her sides as he did so. Seeing her breasts nearly spilling out of the simple black fabric, he stopped moving for a moment.
Not to be outdone, Hermione leaned towards him, and put her two hands at the bottom of his stomach, right under the hem of his shirt. Having her hands so close to another part of his anatomy caused Charlie to gasp with surprise and desire, but she slowly drew them upwards, palms flat against his chest, taking the soft cotton with them. She tossed his shirt next to hers and pressed him back down into the ground. Wiggling down his bare chest, she placed soft kisses along his collarbone, her lips like a pair of feathers. Charlie bent his right leg and maneuvered her hips softly, and when she wiggled further down, she caught his strong thigh between her legs.
She looked at him through pools of gold, and moaned softly as he ground her hips down, pressing his bent leg into her center. Charlie moved his hands over her pert bum, still covered by her shorts and, he presumed, her knickers. The thought of Hermione’s knickers, whether she was wearing them or not, made him snatch her mouth with his as he squeezed her bum. She hummed into his kiss, obviously enjoying his hands.
Charlie could feel his control slipping as they kissed, as Hermione steadied herself by putting her elbows on the ground next to his ears. Suddenly distracted from her honey mouth, he couldn’t help kissing the top of her breasts, and his hands moved to unhook her bra so he could appreciate them more fully. Luckily, both his hands were free for the task, and pitching the bra somewhere in the garden, Charlie found himself looking at a pair of delectable rosy nipples. He seized one in his mouth, enjoying the gasp that Hermione let out at the action. She pressed herself into his leg again, and while Charlie was lavishing attention on her nipple, she took the bottom of his ear into her mouth, sucking and licking.
It was at that moment that Charlie thought he heard something, but he wasn’t sure until he saw the beam of light that it had, in fact, been someone who saying “Lumos.” Both he and Hermione froze, then reached for their shirts, lying forgotten beside them. Standing up, Charlie attempted to pull the shirt over his head, but he thought he must be doing it wrong, and he was still struggling when the beam of light hit him.
“Charlie?” Bill said incredulously. “Mum thought she heard something out here.” He paused. “What are you doing?” As his brother asked, Charlie realized that he was holding Hermione’s shirt, and that he could think of no good reason for rolling around in the pea plants. He looked next to him, and turning red, saw Hermione in his t-shirt.
“Hi Bill,” she said, as if she had not been as surprised as Charlie by his sudden appearance. “I was picking peas, and I saw this enormous garden gnome. Well, you know I can’t bear to toss them over the fence, but when this one tried to bite me, I went to get Charlie.” Charlie goggled at her- how had she thought of anything at all to say? Moreover, Bill seemed to accept this mildly far-fetched story. That is, until he saw what she was wearing.
“Hey- isn’t that Charlie’s…?” Bill asked. Charlie was dying to hear his girl explain this one away.
“Oh, yes, I ripped mine, so we traded. Well, thanks for the help, Charlie!” And with that, she sashayed back into the house, leaving one Weasley very confused, and one very disappointed.
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Author's note: So I had promised that this would be the last chapter, but as you see, it has a bit of an unfinished ending. This is a very teasing story, and I am content to leave it here, but if readers are interested in a more final completion, let me know in your reviews, and I will add another chapter. Also, look for another Charlie/Hermione story from me, since I wrote an alternate version of this chapter that I am editing into a one-shot. Hope you've enjoyed, and tell me what you think!
Cheers, Morrigan