I Love Children

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I Love Children

Bill & Fleur’s eleven-month-old daughter’s name was Daisy. Hermione thought that it was much too many ‘e’ sounds, to have a child named Daisy Weasley. Hermione had just lain Daisy down to sleep for the night, after babysitting her for the day because Bill & Fleur had Gabrielle’s wedding to attend to.

All of the other Weasley’s were out doing various activities so Hermione was essentially alone at the Burrow, taking care of Daisy. Hermione had been staying at The Burrow for the last couple of weeks. She had just gotten a raise and was moving from her flat to a house, but she hadn’t looked at the move-in date and still had to wait another two weeks before she could move into her new house.

She loved watching Daisy, though. It made her want children very badly, but sadly, because of her job, she had not had time for a boyfriend, let alone a husband, let alone children, in her life right now. It was all too hectic, but she wished that in the next couple of years that she could find a nice man to settle down with.

Ron had already been dating Lavender for a year and a half now. Not the stupid snogging relationship that they had had in sixth year, but a very serious relationship. Ron had asked Lavender to marry him the week before. Harry was married to Pansy Parkinson, an odd but workable relationship that they seemed to enjoy immensely. Hermione had no other humans of the male persuasion in her life and therefore simply ignored the fact that she was a woman and just worked all the more harder at her job.

“I love children,” said a voice from behind Hermione, nearly scaring her out of her knickers. She turned around sharply to see Charlie Weasley leaning against the door frame.

Hermione laughed. “You, Charlie Weasley, love children?” she asked in disbelief.

“Only when they’re sleeping, mind you,” he said.

“Well, then you don’t really love children,” Hermione said, looking back at the baby in the pram and smiling. “When they’re sleeping, they’re angels.”

“That’s why I like them so much when they’re sleeping,” Charlie said, pushing himself off the door frame and walking towards her. “Otherwise, they’re complete buggers.”

“Otherwise they’re children,” Hermione said with a slight smile. The blonde in the crib was beginning to wake. “Shh,” she said as Charlie started to talk again. She took his hand and led him from the room.

When they were downstairs sitting on the sofa, Hermione asked, “Why are you back so soon?” He was supposed to be visiting his girlfriend—a complete bitch that none of the Weasleys liked—tonight.

“Ah,” Charlie said with a sad smile. “Juliet and I,” he started. “Yes, we’re over. I…” He trailed off.

“You?” Hermione prompted, wanting him to continue though she could see that the subject was making him sad.

“She was in bed with someone else,” he said.

“Oh, Charlie, I’m so sorry. Did you know him?”

“Him?” Charlie asked. “It was a woman.”

Hermione couldn’t help it, she started giggling uncontrollably.

“Stop laughing at me, you infernal woman,” he said with a growl.

Hermione stopped laughing but shook with the force of holding in another burst of giggles. They sat in silence for a long time before Hermione finally got herself under control. Charlie was just staring into space with a sad look on his face.

“Charlie, I’m sorry, it’s just—well, you must not be very good, are you, if you turn a woman lesbian.”

He stared her down so fast that she felt whiplashed. “What?” he asked angrily.

Hermione sat still; she didn’t know that he could get this angry.

“Are you implying that I am not good at shagging? Because I will have you know that I am, in fact, very good.”

Hermione broke into a small grin. “Sure.”

Suddenly she was pushed back against the arm of the sofa with Charlie looking down at her with brown eyes blazing with golden flecks. “If you won’t take my word, I’ll have to prove it to you,” he growled. He kissed her and shoved his tongue forcibly into her mouth.

Hermione sat still for a second or two until she realised that the big muscle that was in her mouth was, in fact, Charlie’s tongue. It was heavy and a bit slimy against hers. She tried to move away from him but the arm of the sofa prevented that. Finally she sunk her nails into his shoulders and he moved away, howling.

“No,” she said, trying to keep a straight face. “No, I don’t want to become a lesbian!”

He looked confused for a second, then looked angry, then—seeing the tiny upward pull of the corner of her lips—he smiled and pushed her back once again, kissing her silly. His tongue moved against hers in a frantic rhythm.

As she was preoccupied with his tongue, it seemed that his hands—unlike her own, which were sunk deep into his thick red hair—were not idle. Her shirt buttons were undone before she had to pull away for air and as she caught her breath, he sat her up, removed her shirt and then quickly made work of her bra, throwing it aside in a blasé fashion.

Then he was on top of her again, moving her body down the sofa so that the armrest wasn’t digging into her back any longer. One of his rough palms found one of her tits. She moaned at the feeling, loving the way the harsh skin rubbed so sensually against the second most sensitive part of her body.

Finally one of her hands disentangled from his hair and she ran a finger down the side of his face and over a couple of his freckles. She brought her hand to his belt buckle and began to undo his pants.

He broke the kiss that they had been sharing and looked down at her, eyes dark with lust and his chest moving quickly as he took deep breaths to gain back the oxygen that he was losing to her lovely mouth. “You sure?” he asked quickly.

She finally got his pants free and shoved a hand into his boxers, taking his cock into her hand, stroking it with a firm grip. He gave a moan and shuddered, closing his eyes briefly. “Answer enough?”

“You know,” he said and then opened his eyes. “I thought I was going to get shagged tonight, just didn’t expect it to be you.”

Hermione was about to say that she had just been thinking about getting a boyfriend, but then thought better of it, knowing that this was probably a one time thing for Charlie.

“Sorry to have ruined your plans,” she said instead.

“Oh, love, you’ve only made them better.” He thrust into her hand as his mouth lapped at one of her nipples, his hands moving to her button on her pants, undoing them deftly. He shoved the waistband of her pants and knickers over her bottom, but no further for now. He kissed his way across her chest to her other nipple, laving upon it the same attention he had given its twin.

His fingers, two of those rough fingers, slid slickly through her cunt. “So fucking wet,” he murmured. “Getting so fucking horny lying under me,” he said in a sweet voice that betrayed the words coming from his mouth.

“Mmm, yes, Charlie,” Hermione murmured, squeezing his cock and making him moan.

“Got to get you naked,” he said suddenly. He pulled her hand out of his pants and quickly pulled her pants and knickers off her legs and then pushed his trousers down his legs, still kicking them off as he pulled his t-shirt over his head.

Hermione saw him. His hard chest—mostly free of hair—his stomach, his cock weeping proudly for her, and his legs—Gods! How could a man have such nice legs? He quickly pounced, lying atop her again as he smiled into her face. “Ready for me, are you?” he asked, dipping a finger into her channel, testing her. “So bloody tight, going to feel so nice around my cock.”

Hermione moaned and pushed her head back against the cushions. “Fuck me, Charlie, fuck me now.”

“Fuck yes, how can I deny such a request?” he said with a grin before pulling his finger out—making her feel empty for a scant millisecond—and shoving his hard, thick cock into her in one thrust, making her hips jerk off of the sofa, taking him in to the hilt.

“Bloody fucking hell,” Hermione screamed. Charlie looked down at her with a grin.

“Dirty mouth, going to have to clean that up,” he said, kissing her fiercely as he pulled his cock out and thrust back in. Hermione moaned and Charlie groaned and he repeated his action, again and again, faster and faster and harder and harder until all either of them were reduced to was incoherent, sweaty, clinging, frantic beings. Charlie’s rough finger against her clit was what finally tore Hermione apart, screaming Charlie’s name to the den ceiling. Charlie groaned, trying to last but submitting to the clenching muscles of Hermione’s sweet pussy. His hips jerked as he released a torrent of cum into her body.

They lay sated, Charlie lying atop Hermione, head resting on her chest. Hermione’s hand running idly through his hair.

Charlie smiled against Hermione’s breast and chuckled. “That was pretty amazing.”

Hermione was about to respond when they heard the door open and many voices following. Hermione pushed Charlie off of her quickly and began searching around for her clothes. Charlie stood dazed for a second before Hermione threw his boxers in his face. Hermione had just pulled on her knickers and buttoned up her shirt when Fleur and Bill walked into the living room. Charlie was still holding his boxers, which, upon seeing his brother and sister-in-law, he quickly put on.

“’ermione?” Fleur asked.

Hermione flushed bright crimson. “I—”

“Vere iz ze Daisy?” she asked, concerned.

“Asleep, upstairs,” Hermione said, casting a sideways glance at Charlie.

“And you iz downzstairs, ‘aving zex on ze zofa?”

“Why yes, Fleur, we were having sex,” Charlie said and Hermione smacked him on the arm.

Just then Molly and Arthur, as well as Ron and Lavender, walked into the room. Hermione saw them and almost died. “Oh gods,” she murmured, burying her face into her hands. She felt Charlie’s arm around her shoulders and whispering, ‘it’s all right,’ into her ear.

“Well, welcome home everyone, we’re just going to go up to my room now, see you in the morning,” and with that Charlie grabbed the remainder of their clothing and pulled Hermione by her hand towards the stairs. “And as soon as we get there, I’m going to shag you every way from Sunday,” he whispered into her ear.

Hermione looked up at him and hesitantly smiled, she then looked at the growing Weasley family in the den—Harry, Pansy, Ginny, Blaise, Fred and George had arrived. “Yes,” she said with the smile still on her face. “See you all in the morning.” Then she firmly took hold of Charlie’s hand and walked with him up the stairs to his bedroom while the faces of seven Weasleys, two Potters, two Zabinis, and a Brown looked shocked behind them.

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