Left Alone in the Burrow

 

Author's Note: Hello there! Funny seeing you here! I'm so sorry I haven't updated since the Jurassic Period, but I've been very busy. To apologize, here's a smutty chapter!

 

Charlie staggered into his bedroom and collapsed on the bed. He leant back on the pillows and ran his hands through his hair. She was good. Very good.

 

 

He sighed. What was going to counter that? He had to get thinking soon, or the witch would get ahead. He needed something extravagant to aggravate Hermione’s desire to top the huge hard-on he’d had at dinner. He was aware Hermione hadn’t done all that much, forgetting her knickers at the kitchen table but the idea that she had nothing on beneath her skirt frustrated him to no end. He had had temptation sit opposite him while he ate his dinner, smiling coquettishly and running her foot up and down his leg, and he couldn’t do anything. His mother sat just next to him.

 

 

Screw this game. Charlie wanted to take Hermione hard against the wall, bury himself so deep no one could ever get them apart.

 

 

Charlie sat up, smiling. His erection came back with full force at the thought of Hermione writhing under him. Charlie wanted her tonight. And what Charlie wanted, he got.

 

 

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Hermione combed her hair with her fingers in front of the mirror, frowning at her reflection. The lingerie Ginny had picked out for her was barely underwear, it was just scraps of lace and tulle netting covering her breasts and mound. The ironic thing was, Hermione thought to herself, that the most covered part of her were her legs- she wore stockings to her mid-thigh, held up by black and red lace and satin garter belt.

 

 

She coughed, running her hands through her hair nervously. Taking a deep breath, Hermione told herself off. Stop being ridiculous, Hermione. You helped beat Voldemort, you can do this.

 

 

Throwing her head forward, the scantily-clad witch shook and mussed her hair up roughly. She stood up, straightened her outfit and looked at herself in the mirror again. Yes, she would drive her wizard to distraction and then leave him alone in his bed. 

 

 

Hermione opened the door of her own bedroom and poked her head through the gap, looking around cautiously. She didn’t want to bump into Mrs Weasley or worse, Ron, dressed in skimpy red and black underwear. That would be beyond awkward.

 

 

Thankfully, the coast was clear. No Weasleys in sight.

 

 

Sneaking across to the redhead she did want’s bedroom, Hermione knocked lightly.

 

 

“Yes?” Charlie’s rough voice was muffled through the thick wood door. It still made Hermione shiver and wonder if she could manage to resist the man who that voice belonged to. His voice alone nearly brought her to her knees and Hermione had already experienced what his mouth could do. Her breath left her in a short pant.

 

 

She was also beginning to wonder if she had an oral fixation.

 

 

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Hermione’s light, airy tone reached Charlie. “I just wanted to apologize for my actions at dinner, Charlie. Could I perhaps come in?”

 

 

Interesting. Charlie’s brow raised. She wanted to say sorry for the rock hard erection that was currently sitting in his boxers and refused to go away, regardless of the five cold showers he had taken? This better be good, Charlie thought, inwardly chuckling.

 

 

“Come in.”

 

 

Hermione entered and saw Charlie casually leaning on his bed, a book propped up on his knee. He didn’t look at her. She propped herself up on a wall and smiled.

 

 

“I didn’t know you needed glasses.”

 

 

“Well, there’s a lot that you don’t know about me, Hermione.”

 

 

“Like what?”

 

 

“I once sent a woman to St. Mungo’s.”

 

 

“What?! What did you do to her, you creep?”

 

 

“She passed out after too many orgasms. They said she woke a day later.”

 

 

Hermione let out a breath she didn’t even know she was holding in and laughed. For some reason, she had been terrified Charlie was a homicidal psychopath. Weird. Only now she realized that she actually trusted him. Even though he joked about more things than he was serious about, she got the feeling he was a reliable guy.

 

 

But irritating. He still wouldn’t look up.

 

 

The witch strolled around the bedroom, picking up Charlie’s belongings and examining them. He didn’t appear to have a lot of stuff in his room. Was he not staying for long?

 

 

Hermione’s heart clenched. She didn’t want him to leave.

 

 

Wait. What in Merlin’s name was that thought doing in her head. She had no romantic thoughts about Charlie. Their relationship was based on a game, and that’s all it would ever be. She knew that. So why was she so downcast about it?

 

 

She knocked the glass of water on his windowsill over in surprise. Shit, she liked Charlie.

 

 

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Charlie looked up at the sudden noise.

 

 

Fuck-shit-bugger-tits-shit-dick.

 

 

The book he was pretending to read fell to the floor. Truthfully, he had been on the same page for over an hour, desperately trying to think of a counter attack on Hermione.

 

 

He could see Hermione’s bare arse. She was wearing a G-string. Holy shit, this was the best thing Charlie had ever seen.

 

 

But then she turned around.  At that moment Charlie really wanted one of those Muggle devices that put an image on paper with the click of a button. What were they called again? Cameras.

 

 

Hermione was wearing the sexiest little thing he had ever had the pleasure of seeing. Her bra was almost translucent black fabric, barely covering her straining breasts. The same fabric was covering her mound, and both pieces of underwear had tiny red bows dotted around.

 

 

Her mid-thigh high stockings were held up with suspenders, attached to her knickers.

 

 

Charlie had never seen anything so beautiful in his life.

 

 

What fascinated him even more than her lingerie was the vast expanse of creamy white skin on show. Her toned stomach held a gem’s sparkle in the bellybutton, inviting a closer look.

 

 

The redheaded wizard stood from his bed and walked toward the half-naked woman standing in his bedroom. Charlie reached out his hand to touch her but Hermione intercepted it with her own. Their fingers intertwined and she tugged him closer. Charlie’s body was pulled flush against the witch’s, so close that he could feel every breath she exhaled.

 

 

Hermione loosened her hand from his and trailed her fingers over the red head’s bare arm, raising goose bumps on his skin.

 

 

“Hermione.” His voice was a low rasp, making Hermione shiver. She looked into his eyes, dark with lust.

 

 

“Yes, Charlie?” Her own voice was barely a whisper.

 

 

A few breaths passed before his mouth crashed down on hers. Hermione wrapped her arms around Charlie’s neck and yanked herself closer. His callused hands roamed over her body, skimming her sides and settling onto her bottom.

 

 

Hermione moaned into his mouth and raked her fingernails over his broad chest. She was slowly losing her mind.

 

 

NO!

 

 

This wasn’t how she had planned this seduction. She couldn’t give in… or the game would end. Hermione realized that she didn’t want the game that Charlie had started to finish, because then she wouldn’t have an excuse to walk into his bedroom. Or look at him. Or just touch him.

 

 

Shit. This was bad. Hermione had fallen in love with the rugged wizard currently slipping his finger into… Oh!

 

 

 

The skin under Charlie’s fingers was softer than anything he had ever felt. He was almost scared he would damage the beautiful witch writhing in his arms with his touch. But those fears were allayed by the fact that Hermione moaned, her fingers digging into his shoulders every time his hands brushed over her creamy skin.

 

 

Hermione’s hands slid over his shoulders to rest on his chest. Lightly pushing Charlie backwards, the witch pushed him toward his bed. Charlie reached up to cup Hermione’s jaw, just in time to keep their kiss going as they fell onto the bed, Hermione straddling his thighs. Charlie’s mind went blank for a minute as the woman astride him began to gently rub against him.

 

 

She moved her mouth from Charlie’s mouth to his sculpted jaw, nibbling and licking her way down to his muscled chest. Pulling back, she ran her fingers down his body and one corner of her mouth curved up as she watched his reaction.

 

 

The witch bent her head back down to the wizard’s muscles, circling then lightly flicking his nipple with her tongue. Charlie groaned in pleasure, wrapping his large hands around her tiny waist. His hands slid down to grip her ass and tightened on her taut curves.

 

 

Hermione arched over Charlie, brushing her breasts over his jaw, shivering as his stubble chafed her sensitive skin through the lace. She moaned as he took her breast into his mouth and worried her nipple between his teeth.

 

 

The plan. She had to remember the plan. She stretched out her arms casually, pushing her breast further into his mouth as she felt under his pillow for what she had hidden there earlier. She felt the cool metal under her fingertips. Aha!

 

 

Charlie’s eyes were still closed in ecstasy as Hermione dropped the handcuffs beside him. After, she interlocked their fingers and pulled his arms above his head, close to headboard of the bed. She reached down to grab her handcuffs and dragged them over Charlie’s bed sheets.

 

 

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Charlie was in sensory overload. The smooth fabric of the sheets was nothing compared to the silky soft skin of Hermione’s legs rubbing against his own hair-roughened ones. He could feel the scrape of her nails and teeth against his skin, it was sending him crazy.

 

 

And now she was stretching his arms over his head and licking over his hard biceps. Charlie thrust his hips uncontrollably toward her but her only response was to laugh softly and kiss his inner elbow, tasting his skin quickly before moving on. His eyes rolled back in his head and he tangled his legs with hers.

 

 

Hang on. His wrists were suddenly enclosed in cold metal and attached to his headboard. He yanked against his restraints, scowling at Hermione.

 

 

“Hermione.” His voice was strained.

 

 

“You said you wanted to see my new underwear. You saw them. Goodbye, Charlie!”

 

 

The witch slid off the bed, smiling at the very aroused wizard on the bed in front of her. She began to walk toward his door, hips swaying seductively.

 

 

“Hermione!” Charlie yelled hoarsely, watching the woman sensually making her way out of his bedroom.

 

 

She turned at the door, turning to say in a mocking tone, “Hush now, big boy. Make too much noise and someone will come, remember?" 

 

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Thank goodness, I have finally finished this chapter, it has been so many months since I started it!! So, how did you guys like this chapter? I love hearing from you, it makes my day :D

I love you guys, stay awesome! xD

Love,

FeatheredQuill x

 

(P.S. Hermione's mocking comment at the end was about the events that happened in Chapter 3: Purely Professional, feel free to go back and remind yourself!)