Merciless Flirt

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There was a heavy knocking on the door. When Molly had ventured up the stairs to Hermione’s room she had found it odd that the door had been locked beyond a simple unlocking spell. Of course, she wouldn’t have tried the unlocking spell if it wasn’t for the fact that Hermione never locked her door. She also never slept in past ten and it was already half eleven. Molly had grown concerned when her first few knocks had gone unanswered and then she had found the door to be locked. Again the heavy pounding sounded against the door as Molly wrapped her fist against the wood.



“Go away!” Hermione and Charlie shouted together, half asleep.



Molly’s eyes grew wide. There was a man in Hermione’s room. It certainly explained all the knocking. “Sorry,” she muttered, certain that Hermione and her gentlemen couldn’t hear her. She made her way quickly back down the stairs to the kitchen. She hoped the girl would wake soon as she had lots of questions for her.



Hermione rolled over in her bed but did not get very far. A warm body met hers and her eyes flew open wide. “Charlie!” she gasped.



“Mrm…” he muttered his face down in the pillow.



It hadn’t been a dream. True to his word after about twenty minutes of rest they had gone at it again, her riding him backwards so that he could tease her breasts, and then again about an hour later with her legs up over his shoulders. It had been a thoroughly exhausting but very pleasing night. She’d fallen asleep and muddled her thoughts into a great fantasy only to find upon waking that he was still in her bed, snoozing soundly beside her.



“Charlie,” she nudged him. “Charlie, wake up.” When he didn’t budge Hermione grabbed the sheets and pulled them off his body. His naked body was exposed to her and she couldn’t help but stare. A hoard of deep scars and burn marks covered his back, nearly disfiguring it with scar tissue and discoloured flesh. She should have been repulsed, but found that she could not take her eyes off the fascinating marks. His buttocks were perfect except for the burn mark that crossed the tip of them.



Hermione clenched her fingers in the tangle of sheets she’d pulled from his body. She longed to trace each of those scars with her fingers; to learn the map of his back but dared not touch him for fear of waking him. But the temptation was too great, so with quivering fingers she pressed her palm against the small of his back and gently trailed her thumb over a deep scar there that curled around to the side of body.



Charlie felt hands on his back. The knocking had roused him from slumber, and strangely enough it had sounded like his mother. It had reminded him of times when his mother had called him on the mornings when they were to leave for the Hogwarts Express. But after he’d politely told the voice to sod off and the knocking had stopped on his door, he’d drifted back to sleep.



Only it had been his mother, knocking on a door not his own. All these thoughts and more stirred around in his mind as he was drawn from his slumber rather sooner and quicker than he cared for. He rolled over with a harsh force, yanking himself away from Hermione’s tender ministrations. But he’d not judged his proximity to the edge of bed and quickly found himself thumped against the hardwood floor of her bedroom.



“Goodness,” Hermione said and scrambled over to the edge of the bed, reaching down to give him a hand. “Are you alright? I didn’t mean to startle you.”



Charlie gazed up at her with his eyes searching her face for a moment as if he’d never seen her before. The events from the previous night tumbled back into his mind as quickly as he’d fallen from the bed. A bit of a lopsided grin spread over his lips and Hermione returned his smile. “Good morning,” he said.



“Its afternoon, I think,” she blushed only a little as he hoisted himself up and crawled back onto the bed. The fact that he was naked didn’t seem to phase her. She’d spent the better part of the night getting to know his naked body. It was the fact that someone had spent quite some effort in banging against her locked door that bothered her. After all, if Arthur, Percy, and Thom were at work, it had to have been Molly.



“Everything ok?” he asked, settling back against the pillow.



“I suppose,” she shrugged her shoulders. “Although I think we may have just told your mum to sod off,” she bit her lower lip.



Silence fell between them but that did not stop Hermione from shifting herself until she was right next to him. Charlie reached an arm around her shoulders and guided her head to rest on his chest as they snuggled together. “So…” he said.



“Where did you get those scars?”



Charlie’s brow furrowed and a frown creased his lips. “Just from working.” He said.



Hermione wasn’t one to often call a man on his bluff, but it was clear he was hiding something. “The ones on your back?”



He hadn’t meant for her to see them. And as much as he was willing to pretend that she hadn’t been tracing them about while he floundered in that dreamy place somewhere between asleep and awake, he couldn’t deny her hands. They had been there running along the curves of the various burns, and outlining each scar with her tender fingertips. Charlie closed his eyes.



Hermione nuzzled her nose against his chest. “If you don’t want to talk about it…”



“I don’t…” he said, but his voice lacked the defensive bite that he’d intended. He couldn’t be harsh with her, perhaps she’d understand.



“That’s fine…” she continued to gently snuggle against him, her nose nuzzled against his warm skin. “They are fascinating…” she muttered, allowing her own eyes to fall closed. The way he smelled; warm, masculine, slightly sweaty, it was difficult to describe, but it made her want to shiver and then mount him.



She trailed her finger down his torso, curling and twisting through his body hair as she neared his thighs. It surprised her to find that he was already erect, but allowed her fingers to curl around him with much more ease.



Charlie groaned. Her fingers felt exquisite against his hardened flesh. And even more exquisite was her tiny pink tongue as it darted out from between her lips and flicked the tip of his swollen member. How had she maneuvered so quickly to have her head down there? He closed his eyes and let his head fall back against the pillow. “Hermione…” he moaned her name as he had done several times the night before.



His vocalizations were like music to her ears, only encouraging her to continue. She was careful as she wrapped her tongue around the head of his cock, catching the clear drop of tasteless pre-cum and sucking it into her mouth. Her lips parted and she pulled his tip into her mouth and gently sucked him there for a moment, teasing him with feather-light licks, similar to the way a young school girl would lick a lollipop.



She could feel him twitching and trying hard to restrain from thrusting forward into her hot mouth, but this only led her to tease him further. Her tongue licked slowly up the underside of him, from base to tip and then slowly back down leaving a warm sticky trail in her wake.



Charlie was in ecstasy. It was madness, but it felt amazing. Her tiny little mouth, her soft sweet lips, that velvet tongue, all working together to bring him that delicious sensation. But it wasn’t enough. He needed more. His fingers were gripping the bed sheets, eyes rolled back in his head. It took every ounce of control not to arch his hips forward hard and plow fully down her throat.



He could just imagine the way her tiny pink tongue was darting out of her mouth as she flicked and licked him. And then he growled. A carnal sound ripping up through his chest; her timid little hands, while shaking only slightly, had gripped his balls and given them a squeeze. Massaging them with one hand the other stroking through his thick red pubic curls; all the while her mouth just bobbing at the tip of his manhood, her tongue alternating between teasing licks and long sensual strokes up and down his flesh.



It was unbearable. It was luscious torture. Charlie needed more. “Please…” he panted, chest rising. “Hermione…”



But she paid him no mind. Her lips sucked him forward into her mouth, going slightly past his tip, but then she quickly slid him back out, allowing her tongue to rub over the slit in his cock which was weeping more drops of his need. She was practically turned around on the bed, her head bent over his manhood, her legs strewn at an angle toward his shoulders, but she was at ease; taking her time, and enjoying each pleasurable moan that she was able to elicit from his lips.



Charlie could take it no longer. Her teasing was relentless. Hermione yelped as his hands roughly gripped her hips and hoisted her body up onto his torso. Her lips were still bobbing on his tip when she was yanked back slightly, her hips settling on his shoulders, her navel pressed against his chest. Before she could protest his hands were pushing her thighs wide apart and his tongue was licking the juncture where her thighs met her torso.



“Charlie!” she cried as his tongue made a sweeping pass up her slit.



“All’s fair in sex and teasing, love…” he muttered against the heady scent of her quivering quim. He could smell her arousal, and the memory of her incredible taste drove him wild as he tried to control his urges. She was still trying to bob her lips on cock, but her body would tense every time his tongue approached her clit; only to have her shudder and groan as he would pull away and once again leave her yearning.



“I’m too heavy…” she muttered wriggling to try and pull herself from atop him. Whether or not she believed it to be true was a different story, but she couldn’t concentrate on teasing him while he was doing the same.



“Bollocks,” he mumbled. His tongue flickered back and forth rapidly over her slit, tasting her sweet honey, and he could feel his erection stiffen. The taste of her alone would be enough to send him reeling, so he pulled his tongue back, taking a moment to breathe. He didn’t want the torture to end just yet.



Her lips closed around him and she bobbed her head forward, plunging his throbbing cock deep into her throat. Charlie nearly howled with pleasure, his hips arching up his intentions of tortured pleasure all but forgotten. His fingers gripped the soft flesh of her thighs as her lips slid up and down his length. He forgot himself. Reveling in the sensations with her taste on his lips he tried to thrust his hips as best he could from beneath her, longing to be lodged further in the depths of her hot, tight throat.



Hermione was trying her best to relax her muscles as his cock slammed against the back of her throat. It was almost too much, but she managed. Her tongue twirled around against his flesh as he pumped and she bobbed and then a hot burst of seed flooded her mouth. He was bittersweet and Hermione closed her eyes, letting the sensation flood her.



Charlie felt his release and his whole body tingled. He felt spent in her mouth, panting in attempts to regain his breath. It had felt incredible. Her lips slid up off him, leaving him glistening and slightly chilled. But his nostrils flared, filling with the sweet scent of her arousal and the reality in front of him presented itself once more. Hermione’s sweet dripping sex was still just before his lips and he smiled, though weakly.



She whimpered when his tongue began flickering hard and fast against her clit and two fingers plunged into her slick folds. He pumped his fingers in and out as fast as the angle his hand was laid would allow, and his tongue was relentless until she was practically screaming his name.



Hermione came. Her muscles tightened and her climax tore through her body. She quivered atop him as she felt his fingers slow and she allowed her head to collapse against his thigh. Charlie gently licked at her clit until her legs were squeezing tightly against him, trying to force him away from her sensitive nub. His tongue curled around his fingers, licking clean her sweet nectar and he shivered, enjoying the taste all too much.



It took a moment for Hermione to slide to the side of his body and roll over to nestle atop him, but when she did, she smiled. “That was…” her face was still flushed from her post orgasmic release.



“Yeah…” he returned the smile.



“We should…” she bit her lower lip and then looked toward the door.



“Yeah, you should.” He closed his eyes and laid his head back on the pillow. “No one knows I’m here.” He smirked with eyes closed.



“Right,” she rolled her eyes and then rolled from the bed, all intentions of getting dressed and heading downstairs.



~*~



Molly Weasley was anxiously preparing lunch. Chopping way too many heads of red cabbage for the salad she was fixing when she heard footsteps on the stairs. She nearly sliced her finger off. “There you are!” she cried.



Hermione appeared at the base of the stairs and made her way into the kitchen. “Good morning,” she said.



“Afternoon is more like it. Cuppa tea?” she asked and rushed over to Hermione, ushering the girl into the kitchen as if she hasn’t seen her in ages.”Sit, sit,” she beamed and placed a steaming cup of tea in front of her on the table.



Hermione did her best not to blush. Molly waved her wand and set the vegetables for the salad to chopping themselves and then she took a seat at the table just across from Hermione. “So, I don’t need any details,” she said but before Hermione could vocalize her approval of that decision, Molly was chattering away.



“But should you feel the need to, you know, talk to someone, I’m always here for you, Hermione. And I’m just so happy you’re seeing someone, I mean of course, it’s just my assumption that you’re seeing whoever he is— of course it’s no business of mine if it’s just a— oh what do you call it— a stand, one of those nightstands or whatever the kids are calling it these days— you’re a grown woman of course, and that’s your decision, but just look at you! You’re practically aglow! So I’m certain he must be someone special and I’d love to meet him. Sugar?” Molly took a breath, the first time since she’d started talking and offered Hermione a cube of sugar for her tea.



“Thank you,” Hermione nodded and let the cube sink and melt into the warm liquid.



“So…” Molly’s smile spread from ear to ear. “What’s his name?”



“His name?” Hermione asked, spluttering a bit into his tea. She hadn’t thought that far in advance. She hadn’t really thought that Molly would be so inquisitive but she supposed with no one else in the house to discuss romantic gossip with that it left the matriarch rather starved for that sort of conversation. “He has a name.”



“Well of course he does, love, all men do. He is a man, isn’t he?” Molly quickly covered her mouth. “I mean, it’s perfectly alright if he isn’t, you know I have no prejudice against whomever you wish to see just so long as they treat you right, Hermione, I mean just look at my Percy, so I’d have absolutely no problem if your he was a she. Is she a she? Might come as a bit of a surprise to Ginny, of course.”



“He’s a he,” Hermione blushed.



“Oh alright.” Molly nodded. “So what’s his name?”



Hermione contemplated this for a moment. It had all happened so fast. Well it wasn’t that it had happened so fast it was that it had finally happened, and the final movement in their summer long teasing flirtatious relationship had all happened in a tumble of sheets and amazing moments. He was most likely still asleep in her bed upstairs and here she was sitting at the table with his mother, her mother essentially, debating on whether or not to announce that she and Charlie Weasley had made it at last.



“Hermione, dear?” Molly’s voice stirred her from her thoughts. “You look lost. He does have a name, doesn’t he?” A worried look crossed Molly’s face. What sort of mother wouldn’t give her boy a name? And what sort of boy would that make him out to be.



“It’s not that he doesn’t have a name…” she started.



“Is is name something dreadful?” Molly said and then shook her head. “No, oh goodness, it’s not someone that’s oh, say, name would bring a stern glare of disapproval, would it?” A single name popped to mind and Molly’s lips puckered into a terse frown.



“It’s not Malfoy.”



Molly Weasley breathed a deep sigh of relief.



“Did you really think it was Malfoy?” Hermione scoffed, she rolled her eyes.



“Of course not, dear.” Molly said and took a rather large gulp of her tea.



“I’d just rather not say his name just yet.” Hermione blurted out. “It’s a brand new thing, and I just don’t want to jinx it.” She added.



“Well, that’s completely understandable.” Molly said, though she was slightly disappointed that the boy would remain nameless until sometime further in their relationship development. “So what’s he like? I mean as a person, I don’t need to know what he’s like in bed.”



Hermione did not seem convinced of Molly’s last statement, but smiled politely. “He’s very sweet. He flirts a lot, but only with me, I think.” She blushed as she said this. “And he’s handsome,” she added, knowing that that question was most likely the next one in Molly’s queue.



“Ah, yes, well he sounds lovely. I’d like to meet him sometime.”



“Of course. Once we’re a bit further a long, though.” Hermione added.



“Mum!” came the cry from the front door. It was Ginny’s voice.



“That’ll be Ginny with the kids,” she said. “Coming over for a nice afternoon picnic and a swim.”



“Lovely,” Hermione smiled. She finished her tea and stood from the table. “Anything I can do to help?”



“If you’d just give the salad a quick toss,” said Molly as she went to the door. She returned a moment later with Ginny, Lily, and James. “Who’s ready for a swim?”



“Aw, mum, before lunch?” Ginny rolled her eyes. “Lo, Hermione,” she walked over and gave her friend a hug.



“What’s that smell? I’m hungry.” Charlie asked with a sleepy yawn as he entered the kitchen. He was donned in striped pajama trousers and a white t-shirt.



“Charlie!” Molly exclaimed. Hermione just gazed down at the salad bowl and began to fluff the salad with a rapid spinning motion. “When on earth did you get here? Have a seat, let’s get you some breakfast— I mean, lunch!” she nearly dropped little James to the floor and rushed over to her second eldest son, gushing over him as if he were the toddler.



“Last night, mum, and it’s alright, I’ll just have whatever Hermione’s making there.”



“Oh, the salad!” Molly cried. “Thank you, dear.” She rushed over to Hermione and took the salad bowl from her. “And did you hear? Hermione’s seeing someone.”



“Thanks,” Hermione sighed.



“Really?” Ginny practically squealed. “Why didn’t I know this before mum?”



Hermione’s face flushed. It of course all had to happen while Charlie was standing there with Molly throwing pleasant accusations across the kitchen and Ginny squealing like one of her children. “Yes, I am.” She said.



“Yeah, well so am I.” Said Charlie.



Ginny snorted. “And does she know about it this time?”



Charlie spit his tongue out at his sister. “Yes she does, thank you very much.”



“Who is she?” Molly and Ginny asked at the same time.



All eyes, especially Hermione’s turned to Charlie, who had stuffed his mouth with a piece of rustic French bread. “What?” he said, though it sounded more like a muffled mumble of bread.



“Yes, Charlie,” Hermione smirked slightly. “Who is she?”



Charlie rolled his eyes and swallowed his hunk of bread. “I should ask you the same, Hermione.”



“Yes, but we know Hermione’s boy is real,” Ginny said. “By the way, what’s his name?”



“She’s not saying, says it’s too soon. Needs to establish the relationship further, but he’s sweet, flirtatious, and very handsome.”



“Molly!” Hermione gasped.



“Sorry, dear. Just a little over excited, that's all.” She said and picked up several plates and moved out to the back porch.



“Handsome, huh? I’m so happy for you,” Ginny smiled.



Again Charlie rolled his eyes. “My girl’s pretty.”



“That’s nice,” said Molly. “What’s her name?”



“Our relationship is too young.” Molly and Ginny just chuckled. “What?”



“Come on, kids,” Molly said. “Let’s go have lunch!” A very excited Lily and a very fussy James made their way out onto the back porch with their grandmother. “Hermione, grab the lemonade would you? And, Charlie, for goodness sake, please go get dressed.”



Hermione smiled and retrieved the lemonade. Ginny headed outside with her mother and her children.



“Our relationship is too young?” Hermione asked quietly as Charlie moved toward the stairs.



“You said it first,” he said with a bit of a tease in his voice.







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