A Bet Between Brothers
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A Bet Between Brothers
Title: A Bet Between Brothers
Author: Boo-Boo Kitty-Fuck
Disclaimer: None of it is mine.
Pairing: Charlie/Hermione
Rating: Adult, NC-17, MA
Summary: The Weasley brothers make a bet to get Hermione Granger, but she only wants one.
Word Count: 1,971
Genre: Romance
Author's Notes: Written for 100_hpfanfics challenge #24--Families
A Bet Between Brothers
So here he was, sitting on the sofa, waiting for his brother to get back…waiting for the inevitable to happen. Ron would walk through the door with a frown on his face and just as Charlie’s hopes would go up, Ron would start grinning from ear to ear and tell them that he did it.
Well…did her. That was the bet after all.
The Weasley boys, minus Bill, had been sitting in the den at the Burrow, talking about all their previous relationships, and someone had made mention of Ron’s ex-girlfriend—Hermione Granger.
When the name had come up, everyone had let out a sigh. She was now a gorgeous, intelligent, womanly, and most definitely sexual, twenty-five year old. She had grown up and it seemed that everyone had noticed.
That was when the twins came up with the bet. All of them would try and seduce her and whoever won got something from all the other brothers. Putting one thing each in the pot, it was a pretty big deal to whoever won.
They had then drawn straws to see who would go first and on a variable-interval system they each would go and try to seduce her.
Percy had been first. He had smiled big and goofy when he left and when he came back he was still smiling that big goofy grin. The first thought that Charlie had when his brother returned was that he had just knocked her out and fucked her unconscious form. But it seemed that the smile was due to her giving him a sympathetic kiss and telling him she wasn’t interested in him.
The twins had been next, they decided that they were going to go into it together and try to get her to do a little ménage-trio. Fortunately for Charlie, but unfortunately for the twins, it seemed that Hermione was just not into that kind of thing.
Charlie’s biggest opposition, Ron, was after the twins. They all knew that Ron had the biggest chance of winning her over because they had been together before. Even though it was Hermione to break off the relationship, Ron was sure that if he tried to win her back, then she would come to her senses. Or he could just drag her into bed for a booty call. He didn’t care as long as he had her.
Ron was the only one of the five boys without a professional career, which is why Hermione broke it off with him. He was in the minor leagues of a Quidditch team and didn’t get paid very much and Hermione was sick and tired of him living off of what she worked very hard to make. Albeit, Ron did overuse some of her money to go and buy some whores, but Hermione had never heard that.
So here Charlie sat, waiting for his brother to come back…he looked at his watch…Ron had been gone nearly an hour. This was bad…very bad.
Charlie didn’t care about what was in that hat, all the things that they had put together to see who would win her over. He didn’t want it. He wanted Hermione and if Ron was going to steal her from right under his nose, then he didn’t know what he would do. So he sat…angry and lonesome. He wanted to be with her but had never had the courage to go up to her and say something along the lines of “you wanna shag?”
He figured that that would not be the best approach to seducing a woman, or maybe it was just what she needed.
The minutes ticked by…hours…he had been gone for three hours now.
“Fuck,” Charlie said loudly and walked out of the room. They were all sitting there, in the Burrow. He went upstairs and lay on his bed. How he dreamed that he had Hermione Granger here in his bed, underneath him, panting, begging him to fuck her deeper, harder.
Fuck!
One woman was not supposed to have this effect on him. He was supposed to be able to be with any woman that he wanted, but here he was…32 years old, and not had a steady girlfriend since that wench of a Granger stayed here just before the World Cup.
He heard the door open downstairs and resignedly got out of his bed and walked towards the hall. He could hear Ron’s voice and Hermione’s but he couldn’t hear anything else. Finally, he walked down the stairs, smiling when he saw that Ron had tears flowing down his face and the twins and Percy looked like they were being told off by Molly.
And there she was, standing there in all her beautifulness, yelling at the four of them, telling them that it was a sick bet to make and if they wanted in her knickers, there were nicer ways to do it.
Then she left.
Charlie walked back into the room where his brothers all were, sad and put down. “I guess that’s over,” Charlie said, sad that he had missed his chance because of his stupid little brother.
“No,” Ron said, smiling an evil smile through his tears. “You still have to go, Charlie.”
“I can’t, not after what she said.” He didn’t want to hurt her.
“It was part of the bet, Charlie, we all had to try and whoever seduced her, that’s when it would be over, not when she had a fit and threatened us all. You still have to try,” George said.
Charlie stared at his brothers’ determined faces for a few minutes before he stood up and sighed. “Fine, I’ll do it in three days.” And he walked back up to his room, lay on his bed, and let his fantasies of Hermione Granger come alive in his head. How he wished it were as easy as it was in his fantasies.
(*)(*)(*)(*)
It was three days later when Charlie knocked on the door of Hermione Granger’s house. He took a deep breath and stood back. He knew that he would get no invite in, that she would scold him right outside the door, and that he would probably never see her again in a happy situation, but hell, he had to try.
The door opened and he saw her face quickly before he was grabbed by the front of his shirt and pulled inside. He was then slammed with a force that he never knew she had against the closing door, smashing it shut with a click. “Hermione, wha—” he started, but before he could finish, her lips were on his, stopping his words in his throat.
He didn’t know why she was kissing him, or why her hands were dragging up and down his abdomen. He couldn’t think anymore except about the sweet taste of her mouth, the light whimper she let out when he nibbled her bottom lip, and the soft feel of her hands as they finally made their way into his shirt.
Finally he found the strength to pull away from her mouth and ask softly—breathlessly—“Why?”
And she just smiled and kissed him again. “I wondered when it would be your turn,” was all she answered and then she shoved him harder against the wood door and started sucking on his neck, leaving small marks with her teeth.
“So…” he said, more confused then interrogatory, “you wanna shag?”
Hermione started laughing against his throat, smiling up at him as she began to unbuckle his pants. “Yes, Charlie, that’s exactly what I want to do.”
“Oh,” he said. Her lips were on his again and this time he kissed her back with everything he could muster. He would finally have his wish, she would be panting underneath him, worshipping his lovemaking with every breath that came out of her mouth.
He shoved his hands up her blouse and felt the smooth skin of her tummy. She had a small tummy, but she was still beautiful to him, and the soft blond hairs that covered it only made her softer. He got tired of the material restricting him access to what he most wanted to see and ripped the shirt apart, revelling in the skin that he uncovered in the process.
“You are so fucking sexy,” Charlie murmured softly as he stared at her. She moaned lightly and frantically tried to rip apart the buckle on his pants. She pushed his pants and his boxers down to his ankles then smiled at him and pushed his shirt up, forcing him to take it off.
“You’re naked,” she said.
Charlie reached behind her and quickly unsnapped her bra, his deft fingers moved right down to her jeans and unbuttoned them, shoving the denim and her cotton underwear over her hips. “Now you’re naked.”
“Mmm,” she said, kicking her pants off her ankles and jumping the man in front of her. “I’ve wanted you for so fucking long,” she said and kissed him hard. He wrapped her legs around his waist, one hand holding the soft globe of her arse, the other in her hair, keeping her face on his, her mouth sucking and nibbling his.
“Bedroom?” he asked through her mouth.
She unwrapped one of her hands from his hair and pointed in the direction of her room. Charlie moved towards it but the hardness of his cock rubbing against the wetness of Hermione’s cunt was going to make him come before he got there. “Can’t make it,” he said with a sigh.
“Sofa,” Hermione said, attacking his lips once again. Charlie quickly switched directions and moved to the couch. They landed on it with groan as Charlie quickly moved between her legs, looking into her eyes and seeing her smile he slid into her depths.
The groan that escaped from between those kiss-reddened lips almost made Charlie come right there. He held himself still for a couple of moments, controlling the want to just fuck her through the sofa. His hips moved back, pulling almost all the way out and then his arse flexed and he shoved back in. Hermione moaned and grabbed his arse, pulling him in deeper.
That completely broke Charlie’s control and he started thrusting like crazy, kissing every part of her body that he could reach while on top of her. He worshipped every part of her body that he could see. She was beautiful in every way and he wanted to keep her with him forever. He hoped this wasn’t a one time thing for her.
He met her eye and looking into the dark brown depths that sparkled with the lust that he felt for her, he slid his hand down her body, grabbing her arse and pushing a leg over his shoulder. Hermione let out a dark, breathy moan. Charlie’s fingers found her clit, stroking it firmly and watched with immense pleasure as she fell over the edge of oblivion under him. A few more thrusts and he was emptying into her, his hips jerking as his hot seed spilled thickly.
He fell with an exhausted sigh on top of her, trying to hold himself up with a hand, but failing miserably. “Now I’m tired,” he complained.
“Can you make it to bed now?” she asked, rubbing his back, playing with his hair.
“Do you want me to stay?”
“Not if you don’t want to,” she said with a sigh.
Charlie found the strength to push himself up; he looked into her eyes and smiled. “Of course I want to stay.”
When they both made it to her bedroom and lay down on the big comfortable bed, Charlie almost fell asleep, happy to just have her in his arms.
“So what did you win?” she asked.
Charlie smiled against the back of her neck. “You.”
The End
Author: Boo-Boo Kitty-Fuck
Disclaimer: None of it is mine.
Pairing: Charlie/Hermione
Rating: Adult, NC-17, MA
Summary: The Weasley brothers make a bet to get Hermione Granger, but she only wants one.
Word Count: 1,971
Genre: Romance
Author's Notes: Written for 100_hpfanfics challenge #24--Families
A Bet Between Brothers
So here he was, sitting on the sofa, waiting for his brother to get back…waiting for the inevitable to happen. Ron would walk through the door with a frown on his face and just as Charlie’s hopes would go up, Ron would start grinning from ear to ear and tell them that he did it.
Well…did her. That was the bet after all.
The Weasley boys, minus Bill, had been sitting in the den at the Burrow, talking about all their previous relationships, and someone had made mention of Ron’s ex-girlfriend—Hermione Granger.
When the name had come up, everyone had let out a sigh. She was now a gorgeous, intelligent, womanly, and most definitely sexual, twenty-five year old. She had grown up and it seemed that everyone had noticed.
That was when the twins came up with the bet. All of them would try and seduce her and whoever won got something from all the other brothers. Putting one thing each in the pot, it was a pretty big deal to whoever won.
They had then drawn straws to see who would go first and on a variable-interval system they each would go and try to seduce her.
Percy had been first. He had smiled big and goofy when he left and when he came back he was still smiling that big goofy grin. The first thought that Charlie had when his brother returned was that he had just knocked her out and fucked her unconscious form. But it seemed that the smile was due to her giving him a sympathetic kiss and telling him she wasn’t interested in him.
The twins had been next, they decided that they were going to go into it together and try to get her to do a little ménage-trio. Fortunately for Charlie, but unfortunately for the twins, it seemed that Hermione was just not into that kind of thing.
Charlie’s biggest opposition, Ron, was after the twins. They all knew that Ron had the biggest chance of winning her over because they had been together before. Even though it was Hermione to break off the relationship, Ron was sure that if he tried to win her back, then she would come to her senses. Or he could just drag her into bed for a booty call. He didn’t care as long as he had her.
Ron was the only one of the five boys without a professional career, which is why Hermione broke it off with him. He was in the minor leagues of a Quidditch team and didn’t get paid very much and Hermione was sick and tired of him living off of what she worked very hard to make. Albeit, Ron did overuse some of her money to go and buy some whores, but Hermione had never heard that.
So here Charlie sat, waiting for his brother to come back…he looked at his watch…Ron had been gone nearly an hour. This was bad…very bad.
Charlie didn’t care about what was in that hat, all the things that they had put together to see who would win her over. He didn’t want it. He wanted Hermione and if Ron was going to steal her from right under his nose, then he didn’t know what he would do. So he sat…angry and lonesome. He wanted to be with her but had never had the courage to go up to her and say something along the lines of “you wanna shag?”
He figured that that would not be the best approach to seducing a woman, or maybe it was just what she needed.
The minutes ticked by…hours…he had been gone for three hours now.
“Fuck,” Charlie said loudly and walked out of the room. They were all sitting there, in the Burrow. He went upstairs and lay on his bed. How he dreamed that he had Hermione Granger here in his bed, underneath him, panting, begging him to fuck her deeper, harder.
Fuck!
One woman was not supposed to have this effect on him. He was supposed to be able to be with any woman that he wanted, but here he was…32 years old, and not had a steady girlfriend since that wench of a Granger stayed here just before the World Cup.
He heard the door open downstairs and resignedly got out of his bed and walked towards the hall. He could hear Ron’s voice and Hermione’s but he couldn’t hear anything else. Finally, he walked down the stairs, smiling when he saw that Ron had tears flowing down his face and the twins and Percy looked like they were being told off by Molly.
And there she was, standing there in all her beautifulness, yelling at the four of them, telling them that it was a sick bet to make and if they wanted in her knickers, there were nicer ways to do it.
Then she left.
Charlie walked back into the room where his brothers all were, sad and put down. “I guess that’s over,” Charlie said, sad that he had missed his chance because of his stupid little brother.
“No,” Ron said, smiling an evil smile through his tears. “You still have to go, Charlie.”
“I can’t, not after what she said.” He didn’t want to hurt her.
“It was part of the bet, Charlie, we all had to try and whoever seduced her, that’s when it would be over, not when she had a fit and threatened us all. You still have to try,” George said.
Charlie stared at his brothers’ determined faces for a few minutes before he stood up and sighed. “Fine, I’ll do it in three days.” And he walked back up to his room, lay on his bed, and let his fantasies of Hermione Granger come alive in his head. How he wished it were as easy as it was in his fantasies.
(*)(*)(*)(*)
It was three days later when Charlie knocked on the door of Hermione Granger’s house. He took a deep breath and stood back. He knew that he would get no invite in, that she would scold him right outside the door, and that he would probably never see her again in a happy situation, but hell, he had to try.
The door opened and he saw her face quickly before he was grabbed by the front of his shirt and pulled inside. He was then slammed with a force that he never knew she had against the closing door, smashing it shut with a click. “Hermione, wha—” he started, but before he could finish, her lips were on his, stopping his words in his throat.
He didn’t know why she was kissing him, or why her hands were dragging up and down his abdomen. He couldn’t think anymore except about the sweet taste of her mouth, the light whimper she let out when he nibbled her bottom lip, and the soft feel of her hands as they finally made their way into his shirt.
Finally he found the strength to pull away from her mouth and ask softly—breathlessly—“Why?”
And she just smiled and kissed him again. “I wondered when it would be your turn,” was all she answered and then she shoved him harder against the wood door and started sucking on his neck, leaving small marks with her teeth.
“So…” he said, more confused then interrogatory, “you wanna shag?”
Hermione started laughing against his throat, smiling up at him as she began to unbuckle his pants. “Yes, Charlie, that’s exactly what I want to do.”
“Oh,” he said. Her lips were on his again and this time he kissed her back with everything he could muster. He would finally have his wish, she would be panting underneath him, worshipping his lovemaking with every breath that came out of her mouth.
He shoved his hands up her blouse and felt the smooth skin of her tummy. She had a small tummy, but she was still beautiful to him, and the soft blond hairs that covered it only made her softer. He got tired of the material restricting him access to what he most wanted to see and ripped the shirt apart, revelling in the skin that he uncovered in the process.
“You are so fucking sexy,” Charlie murmured softly as he stared at her. She moaned lightly and frantically tried to rip apart the buckle on his pants. She pushed his pants and his boxers down to his ankles then smiled at him and pushed his shirt up, forcing him to take it off.
“You’re naked,” she said.
Charlie reached behind her and quickly unsnapped her bra, his deft fingers moved right down to her jeans and unbuttoned them, shoving the denim and her cotton underwear over her hips. “Now you’re naked.”
“Mmm,” she said, kicking her pants off her ankles and jumping the man in front of her. “I’ve wanted you for so fucking long,” she said and kissed him hard. He wrapped her legs around his waist, one hand holding the soft globe of her arse, the other in her hair, keeping her face on his, her mouth sucking and nibbling his.
“Bedroom?” he asked through her mouth.
She unwrapped one of her hands from his hair and pointed in the direction of her room. Charlie moved towards it but the hardness of his cock rubbing against the wetness of Hermione’s cunt was going to make him come before he got there. “Can’t make it,” he said with a sigh.
“Sofa,” Hermione said, attacking his lips once again. Charlie quickly switched directions and moved to the couch. They landed on it with groan as Charlie quickly moved between her legs, looking into her eyes and seeing her smile he slid into her depths.
The groan that escaped from between those kiss-reddened lips almost made Charlie come right there. He held himself still for a couple of moments, controlling the want to just fuck her through the sofa. His hips moved back, pulling almost all the way out and then his arse flexed and he shoved back in. Hermione moaned and grabbed his arse, pulling him in deeper.
That completely broke Charlie’s control and he started thrusting like crazy, kissing every part of her body that he could reach while on top of her. He worshipped every part of her body that he could see. She was beautiful in every way and he wanted to keep her with him forever. He hoped this wasn’t a one time thing for her.
He met her eye and looking into the dark brown depths that sparkled with the lust that he felt for her, he slid his hand down her body, grabbing her arse and pushing a leg over his shoulder. Hermione let out a dark, breathy moan. Charlie’s fingers found her clit, stroking it firmly and watched with immense pleasure as she fell over the edge of oblivion under him. A few more thrusts and he was emptying into her, his hips jerking as his hot seed spilled thickly.
He fell with an exhausted sigh on top of her, trying to hold himself up with a hand, but failing miserably. “Now I’m tired,” he complained.
“Can you make it to bed now?” she asked, rubbing his back, playing with his hair.
“Do you want me to stay?”
“Not if you don’t want to,” she said with a sigh.
Charlie found the strength to push himself up; he looked into her eyes and smiled. “Of course I want to stay.”
When they both made it to her bedroom and lay down on the big comfortable bed, Charlie almost fell asleep, happy to just have her in his arms.
“So what did you win?” she asked.
Charlie smiled against the back of her neck. “You.”
The End