Merlin Must Hate Me

A/N: Hello again, this is the last chapter of this story. The end. My story "Tomorrow" is sort of a continuation of this story.

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BooBoo

Dear Merlin, she’s next to me, in my bed, like I’ve been craving for years. I want to touch her, to make her understand how I feel about her, but I can’t.

I imagine how that would go. I turn around, run my hand down her side and she gets irritated and asks me what the hell I think I’m doing. “Warming you up?” I would say. A stupid answer, and she would just shrug me off and say. “I’m warm enough, Charlie, thanks.”

Damn it! Why does she have to do this to me? It’s like she’s teasing me, with that skimpy silk nightgown, and being here, in my bed.

All I want to do is touch her, and that’s the only thing I can’t do.

I decide after a few minutes that I’ll have to take care of my problem on my own.

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I don’t know what’s wrong with Charlie. He seemed fine in bed next to me, but then he got up and went into the bathroom. He’s been in there for a long time now and I don’t know what’s going on.

Would he rather spend the night in the bathroom then spend it next to me?

I finally get my courage up and just decide to confront him about all of this. I’m sick of tiptoeing around the matter. I want him and this time I’m just going to straight out ask him if he wants me back.

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Hermione opened the door of the bathroom quickly and quietly. Whatever she had thought that she would see, it was not this. She could barely even get a sound out as she tried to ask him what he was doing. Well, not really what he was doing, as she knew the answer to that, but rather why he was doing it, and who he was thinking about.

She had seen him once naked, and that was what had attracted her to him, but to see him naked and aroused was different altogether. He was damn sexy when he was standing there, his eyes closed, one hand propped against the wall while the other was stroking up and down his erection.

She must have finally made a noise because Charlie turned and looked straight at her, surprise evident in his eyes. Hermione tried to talk, tried to ask him if he was doing that thinking about her, but all she got out was “Er….uh….ahh,” and a few hand gestures waving at him and then at herself.

Charlie seemed to understand what she was talking about, however and looked down at his cock, that he still had a grip on, in surprise, like he had forgotten what he had just been doing before she walked in on him.

He started to make the same sounds that Hermione had, gaping and hand gestures (with one hand). Finally, he just stopped and nodded, not meeting her eyes.

Hermione moved towards him quickly and without any hesitation just grabbed the back of his head and dragged his mouth to hers. They could have completely misunderstood each other, but it didn’t matter at the moment, because they both thought the same thing.

It had been way too long, there had been too much time wasted, and they just had to finally admit to each other that they wanted the other person. Hermione wanted Charlie and Charlie wanted Hermione and they were finally going to have each other.

Charlie’s hand went straight for Hermione’s bushy hair and Hermione moaned. He still had one hand between his legs, seemingly not sure what to do with it. Hermione grabbed it and moved it away from his cock. She then licked her own palm and began where Charlie had left off.

Charlie moaned. He had wanted this girl for a long time now, and he didn’t know when she had suddenly decided she wanted him, but even if it was just from seeing him aroused then he didn’t care. He would just have to convince her later to stay in his bed and not leave…ever. He moaned again as she gripped his shaft harder.

Then he pushed her hand away. “No,” he said, the first word of the evening. “In…in you,” he said breathlessly, looking down into her eyes. She looked surprised for a second and then smiled. She grabbed the back of his neck again and pulled him backwards back into his room.

When the backs of her knees hit the bed, she stopped. Charlie dragged his hands up her sides and pulled her nightgown off with them. She was standing there, in only knickers, right before his eyes.

This had to be a dream, he realized. There was no possible way that this would really happen, why would Hermione ever want him.

Just shut up and enjoy the dream then, said the voice in his head.

He decided to listen to it for once.

His mouth attacked hers again as he lay her down on the bed. She smiled as she shifted underneath his heavy weight. “Oh,” she said softly.

Charlie’s hands ran back down her sides and carefully plucked the edges of her knickers.

“Want you,” he said softly. Hermione smiled again in reassurance and he ripped the knickers off in one clean pull. Hermione had small red lines where the material had bitten into her skin, and Charlie licked them lightly, making Hermione make some very funny noises.

He stood up suddenly and pointed to the middle of the bed, Hermione got the hint and shimmied herself up there, enjoying him controlling this. His body now settled between her open thighs, he looked down at her and said quickly, “No babies?”

Hermione again looked confused. Oh, contraceptive spells? “No babies,” she said and he thrust home. Hermione moaned out loud. Merlin, this was amazing. He was in her so deep and so tight, she just wanted to keep him there forever.

“Merlin,” Charlie moaned, looking down at her and smiling. “Merlin, you’re gorgeous,” he said, the most syllables that had come out of his mouth since she had caught him wanking in the bathroom.

“You’re pretty,” Hermione said happily. “And big,” she added.

“Of course I am,” he said with a smirk that would put Malfoy to shame.

“Well, fuck me already, you big, pretty man,” she said with a laugh.

He seemed to have to retort to that and kissed her, pulling out and thrusting back in quickly, making Hermione gasp into his mouth. Merlin, he could do this forever. He could spend forever in this woman’s body and not care if he died, because he would die happy.

Unfortunately he had had way too much foreplay for this and after only a dozen thrusts, was coming. “Fuck,” he said, lying his head to rest on Hermione’s shoulder.

“’s all right,” she said with a soft sigh.

“I…” he started. “I…damn it.”

Hermione started laughing and he was sure that she was laughing at him. Here he was, trying to prove his love to her and he had to go coming like a little school boy during his first shag. Finally, he looked into Hermione’s face and saw that she was looking at him and smiling. “It’s all right, Charlie, next time will be better.”

He opened his mouth to start defending himself, but then understood what she meant. There was going to be a next time, wasn’t there? She wanted him more than once, and he was going to take her for as long as she would let him.

“Yes,” he said with a huge grin. “Next time…which seeing as I’m still inside you and you’re looking so damn delectable, I say that’ll be in about fifteen minutes.”