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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Hermione/Charlie
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Adult
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1
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10,156
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18
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A/N: Hello my lovely readers. This is my first post-DH story, and though I wrote it before the book came out, it still fits with the storyline of the book. There is unfortunately no sex in this story, but I'm seriously considering doing another chapter, and if you review and say you want one then I will be sure to put some smut into it. Thank you all for your time!
Warning: The author of this story has been Obliviated and cannot remember a thing from the epilogue of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows.
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Hermione swung her legs, sitting on the kitchen table in the Weasley’s house. It was Ginny’s birthday party and yet Hermione had only one thing on her mind. How was she going to do it?
She and Ron and been in a relationship for the past three years, and yet she always knew that there was something wrong with it. They were never very close, never shared those secret smiles that she always saw Ginny and Harry sharing, he never asked her to go to a dinner for just the two of them. It was like they had no romance in their relationship.
So she was going to break up with him. But how was she going to do it?
“Feeling all right, Hermione?”
Hermione looked up, her vision finally focusing enough on the figure in front of her to realise that it was Charlie Weasley, Ron’s elder brother that Hermione had admired from a distance for the last few years. “Yeah, just thinking,” she said softly.
“Really? What are you thinking about?”
“How I’m going to break up with Ron.” Might as well be blunt about it, she was probably going to do it tonight anyway.
Charlie sort of choked a laugh and then looked at her. “You’re serious?” he asked in a very surprised voice.
“Yeah,” Hermione said, putting her head in her hands with her elbows on her knees, but finding this uncomfortable so reverting back to her old position of sitting back with her hands braced behind her.
“You’re breaking up with my brother?” he asked again.
“Pretty sure,” Hermione said, staring off into the distance. “Yes, yes, I am going to break up with him.”
“But why?”
“Charlie, he has never treated me like a girlfriend. He treats me like a friend who sleeps in the same bed as him. Seriously, I can’t even remember the last time we had sex.”
“That’s rubbish,” Charlie said. “A week isn’t long enough to not remember.”
“A week?” Hermione asked. “I would be lucky to get shagged once a week. It’s been months, Charlie. And we both work all the time so we never get a chance to just sit around and talk. I barely even know him anymore. We cohabit and that’s about the only thing we have in common.”
“Months!? How can you go months? That’s like a bloody lifetime. How does he go without it? I mean, I understand women don’t need sex as often as men do, but months?”
“What do you mean? Just because women don’t go around flaunting that they want sex, it still doesn’t mean that they don’t need it as often as men.”
“So you’re telling me that you think about sex more than twenty times daily?” Charlie said with a smirk. “Because that’s how I think it.”
Hermione just smiled and it affirmed his question.
“You dirty slag,” he said with a laugh. “You wanton! You think about sex as much as a man does?”
“Maybe more,” she said with a slight laugh, thinking about the dirty dreams that she had had that not only starred him, but a few of Ron’s other brothers as well.
“And here I thought all birds were frigid and only engaged in sexual relations when there was a man there to talk her into it.”
Hermione smiled softly and then looked straight up at him. “Do you want to talk me into it, Charlie?” she asked coyly.
Charlie looked at her for a moment and laughed nervously. “Excuse me?”
Hermione smiled and said slowly: “Would…you…like…to…shag…me?”
“Ha,” he chuckled uneasily. “Now?”
“Now would be lovely, but we could wait until later if you don’t want to be too conspicuous.” She smiled at him and hoped to Merlin that she wasn’t making a fool of herself, throwing herself out there only to have him say that there were a hundred other women that he would rather be shagging.
“Are you being completely serious about this? I don’t like tricks, and if you’re getting my hopes up only to shoot them down, then I won’t be happy.”
Hermione stood up from the table and pressed her body close to his, feeling suddenly brazen because she decided that she wanted him more than she had ever wanted Ron. She cupped him through his pants, feeling that he was already getting hard, and brushed her lips against his. “This is not a trick, now if you want to give me the shagging that I haven’t had in months, then you’ll follow me upstairs to your old bedroom.” She pulled away from him and walked out the door, passing Ginny’s three-year-old, Indigo, who was on her way into the kitchen.
“Uncle Charlie, have you seen Uncle Ron?” Indigo asked the man standing by the table.
“No, Indigo, I haven’t, but I’m sorry, I have to go,” he said, and left the kitchen in a hurry to follow the sexy brunette that would already be in his room.
Indigo scanned the kitchen and her eyes rested on the pantry in the corner. She walked over to it and threw open the doors. “I found you!” she smiled brightly, her red pigtails bouncing as her bright green eyes beheld her Uncle Ron standing stiffly in the doorway.
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Warning: The author of this story has been Obliviated and cannot remember a thing from the epilogue of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows.
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Hermione swung her legs, sitting on the kitchen table in the Weasley’s house. It was Ginny’s birthday party and yet Hermione had only one thing on her mind. How was she going to do it?
She and Ron and been in a relationship for the past three years, and yet she always knew that there was something wrong with it. They were never very close, never shared those secret smiles that she always saw Ginny and Harry sharing, he never asked her to go to a dinner for just the two of them. It was like they had no romance in their relationship.
So she was going to break up with him. But how was she going to do it?
“Feeling all right, Hermione?”
Hermione looked up, her vision finally focusing enough on the figure in front of her to realise that it was Charlie Weasley, Ron’s elder brother that Hermione had admired from a distance for the last few years. “Yeah, just thinking,” she said softly.
“Really? What are you thinking about?”
“How I’m going to break up with Ron.” Might as well be blunt about it, she was probably going to do it tonight anyway.
Charlie sort of choked a laugh and then looked at her. “You’re serious?” he asked in a very surprised voice.
“Yeah,” Hermione said, putting her head in her hands with her elbows on her knees, but finding this uncomfortable so reverting back to her old position of sitting back with her hands braced behind her.
“You’re breaking up with my brother?” he asked again.
“Pretty sure,” Hermione said, staring off into the distance. “Yes, yes, I am going to break up with him.”
“But why?”
“Charlie, he has never treated me like a girlfriend. He treats me like a friend who sleeps in the same bed as him. Seriously, I can’t even remember the last time we had sex.”
“That’s rubbish,” Charlie said. “A week isn’t long enough to not remember.”
“A week?” Hermione asked. “I would be lucky to get shagged once a week. It’s been months, Charlie. And we both work all the time so we never get a chance to just sit around and talk. I barely even know him anymore. We cohabit and that’s about the only thing we have in common.”
“Months!? How can you go months? That’s like a bloody lifetime. How does he go without it? I mean, I understand women don’t need sex as often as men do, but months?”
“What do you mean? Just because women don’t go around flaunting that they want sex, it still doesn’t mean that they don’t need it as often as men.”
“So you’re telling me that you think about sex more than twenty times daily?” Charlie said with a smirk. “Because that’s how I think it.”
Hermione just smiled and it affirmed his question.
“You dirty slag,” he said with a laugh. “You wanton! You think about sex as much as a man does?”
“Maybe more,” she said with a slight laugh, thinking about the dirty dreams that she had had that not only starred him, but a few of Ron’s other brothers as well.
“And here I thought all birds were frigid and only engaged in sexual relations when there was a man there to talk her into it.”
Hermione smiled softly and then looked straight up at him. “Do you want to talk me into it, Charlie?” she asked coyly.
Charlie looked at her for a moment and laughed nervously. “Excuse me?”
Hermione smiled and said slowly: “Would…you…like…to…shag…me?”
“Ha,” he chuckled uneasily. “Now?”
“Now would be lovely, but we could wait until later if you don’t want to be too conspicuous.” She smiled at him and hoped to Merlin that she wasn’t making a fool of herself, throwing herself out there only to have him say that there were a hundred other women that he would rather be shagging.
“Are you being completely serious about this? I don’t like tricks, and if you’re getting my hopes up only to shoot them down, then I won’t be happy.”
Hermione stood up from the table and pressed her body close to his, feeling suddenly brazen because she decided that she wanted him more than she had ever wanted Ron. She cupped him through his pants, feeling that he was already getting hard, and brushed her lips against his. “This is not a trick, now if you want to give me the shagging that I haven’t had in months, then you’ll follow me upstairs to your old bedroom.” She pulled away from him and walked out the door, passing Ginny’s three-year-old, Indigo, who was on her way into the kitchen.
“Uncle Charlie, have you seen Uncle Ron?” Indigo asked the man standing by the table.
“No, Indigo, I haven’t, but I’m sorry, I have to go,” he said, and left the kitchen in a hurry to follow the sexy brunette that would already be in his room.
Indigo scanned the kitchen and her eyes rested on the pantry in the corner. She walked over to it and threw open the doors. “I found you!” she smiled brightly, her red pigtails bouncing as her bright green eyes beheld her Uncle Ron standing stiffly in the doorway.
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