Late for Dinner
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Hermione/Charlie
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
7,868
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Late for Dinner
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, I just play with Jo's characters.
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Charlie Weasley was certainly hungry, but as he was not eating at the Burrow, where his entire family and a number of familiar guests were staying, he needed to look a bit nicer. In fact, tonight he needed to look his best. However, his best pair of trousers was downstairs, having just been washed. Taking a deep breath and smiling to himself, he flung open the door of his room. To his surprise, he saw not the empty hallway, but Hermione Granger, holding a pile of clothing and with the other hand raised in a fist, frozen in the knocking position.
“Hi Charlie,” she breathed, “I brought your laundry up-” But before she said anything more, Charlie pulled her into his room, knocking the neatly folded clothes to the floor as he kissed her. Hermione kicked the door shut behind her, and neither of them even flinched at the noise it made.
Pulling away from the kiss, Hermione smiled teasingly at Charlie, and the twinkle in her eyes was incandescent. “Oh, Charlie,” she purred, “I spent a long time folding those.”
“Let me make it up to you,” he grinned. Moving softly, he held his hands in front of his chest in a penitent manner and placed a light kiss below her ear. He could almost feel the spark that kiss sent down her spine as she leaned into his open hands. Without looking, he could feel the top button of her blouse brush against his calloused fingers. He hooked the button with his index finger, and with a small pop, revealed the bra beneath.
It was the same black one she had been wearing that morning, and Charlie was excited by its simplicity. No frills, no lace- it was not a bra with expectations, though the breasts that amply filled it seemed to indicate a willingness and excitement. Charlie looked up, meeting those golden eyes, and found them dark with desire. No longer hesitating, he pulled Hermione close to him, kissing her and pressing her to his chest.
She ran her hands underneath his shirt, trailing them up his sides and bringing the shirt up. He broke the kiss and raised his arms, eyes closed as she pulled the soft cotton over his head. Before he could open his eyes, he felt her lips against his collarbone. Charlie sighed as she hummed into his chest. He loved the way Hermione smelled, that very subtle honey smell, and taking her chin in his hand, he tilted her head up and captured her lips with his, walking her backwards towards his bed.
“Mmm, Charlie,” she pulled back, eyes closed, still walking in his grip, “we’re going to be late for dinner.” He kissed her. “Charlie,” she moaned, “I haven’t even washed my hair!” Charlie could have told her he didn’t care about dinner, that all he wanted was her, here, now, and forever, but he knew better. Plus, dinner had been his idea, and there was no way they would miss this one. Still, their reservation wasn’t for another hour...
“I’ll wash it, then, love.” Her eyes shot open in mock surprise, but Charlie could see the smile at the bottom of those golden pools, and he knew that she wanted it too. Switching over, he whispered seductively, “We’ll get you all clean, won’t we?” And without waiting for a reply, he pulled her into the bathroom, pulling off her shirt and tossing it on the floor with his. Almost frantically, Hermione whipped his belt out of its belt loops, and dropping to her knees, went to work removing his jeans. When she yanked them down, Charlie hoisted her up so she was standing and kicked aside his jeans and boxers.
He reached for Hermione, who had just thrown her bra to the floor, and undid the zipper on her skirt. Pulling it down, he moaned. “Bloody hell. You’re not wearing any knickers.”
“I know.” She jumped into the shower, giving him a look of wanton desire. “Now get in here and screw me right up against this wall.” Charlie didn’t need a second invitation. Stepping into the shower, he grabbed her waist and pushed her against the cold tiles. She reached behind him and turned on the warm water, which came cascading down Charlie’s back. He shook his head, spraying her with droplets, and she kissed him hard, moving them both into the water.
Charlie knew there wasn’t a lot of time to waste, so he soon had her back up against the wall. Moving his hand down, he took one of her stiff nipples into his mouth at the same moment he thrust two fingers inside her, and Hermione bucked with pleasure. She reached for his erection, and grabbing it, began to stroke hard. Groaning, Charlie switched his attention to her other nipple and began to rub her clit with his calloused thumb.
“Oh Charlie,” she moaned, “no more! I need you, now.” Charlie was in no mood to deny her, and removing his fingers, plunged himself into her. She slid up and down the tiles as he pounded into her, and he pinned her to the wall with a rough kiss. Hermione ran her nails up and down his back, and Charlie could feel himself getting close to climax. But this night was about both of them, and he was determined to hold out until she would come with him.
He pressed his chest into hers and pinned her arms with his hands, continuing to thrust deeply. After one more deep kiss, he released her arms and whispered into her ear, “Touch yourself, Hermione. Touch yourself now, while I’m fucking you.” She obeyed without hesitation, one hand massaging her breast, playing with the nipple, the other reaching between them to stroke where their bodies met. The sight was unbearably sexy, and Charlie took her other breast in his rough hand.
With that, Hermione started making the little moaning noises that Charlie knew preceded her climax, and he gratefully thrust even more vehemently. He didn’t think he could have held out any longer, and he came powerfully only moments before she did. They stayed joined for a few moments, breathing hard in the wake of their passion.
Gently, he pulled away from her. “I love you, Hermione. I love you.” She smiled up at him, radiant even under the water.
“I love you too, Charlie.” She kissed him softly, and again Charlie felt that feeling of irrational joy, that this amazing woman loved him as much as he loved her. Which reminded him…
“I’m going to get dressed now, love. I’ll meet you downstairs.” He left her shampooing her hair in the shower, and fished his trousers out of the pile of laundry that had fallen to the floor earlier. Gathering his shirt and cufflinks, he decided to finish dressing downstairs, where he could wait for his girl to descend the stairs like the goddess she was.
Half an hour later, she came down, dressed in a beautiful black dress, wearing the earrings that Charlie had given her for her last birthday. He held out his arm for her, and Hermione beamed as she took it. They walked out into the warm night, and Charlie patted the small velvet box in his pocket, ready to make her his forever.
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Author's note: This evolved out of an alternate chapter I had written for another Hermione/Charlie story, "Childish", which for some reason is only listed in the male/female category on this site. If you like this one, please tell me with reviews, and let me know what you think of "Childish" as well!
Cheers, Morrigan
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Charlie Weasley was certainly hungry, but as he was not eating at the Burrow, where his entire family and a number of familiar guests were staying, he needed to look a bit nicer. In fact, tonight he needed to look his best. However, his best pair of trousers was downstairs, having just been washed. Taking a deep breath and smiling to himself, he flung open the door of his room. To his surprise, he saw not the empty hallway, but Hermione Granger, holding a pile of clothing and with the other hand raised in a fist, frozen in the knocking position.
“Hi Charlie,” she breathed, “I brought your laundry up-” But before she said anything more, Charlie pulled her into his room, knocking the neatly folded clothes to the floor as he kissed her. Hermione kicked the door shut behind her, and neither of them even flinched at the noise it made.
Pulling away from the kiss, Hermione smiled teasingly at Charlie, and the twinkle in her eyes was incandescent. “Oh, Charlie,” she purred, “I spent a long time folding those.”
“Let me make it up to you,” he grinned. Moving softly, he held his hands in front of his chest in a penitent manner and placed a light kiss below her ear. He could almost feel the spark that kiss sent down her spine as she leaned into his open hands. Without looking, he could feel the top button of her blouse brush against his calloused fingers. He hooked the button with his index finger, and with a small pop, revealed the bra beneath.
It was the same black one she had been wearing that morning, and Charlie was excited by its simplicity. No frills, no lace- it was not a bra with expectations, though the breasts that amply filled it seemed to indicate a willingness and excitement. Charlie looked up, meeting those golden eyes, and found them dark with desire. No longer hesitating, he pulled Hermione close to him, kissing her and pressing her to his chest.
She ran her hands underneath his shirt, trailing them up his sides and bringing the shirt up. He broke the kiss and raised his arms, eyes closed as she pulled the soft cotton over his head. Before he could open his eyes, he felt her lips against his collarbone. Charlie sighed as she hummed into his chest. He loved the way Hermione smelled, that very subtle honey smell, and taking her chin in his hand, he tilted her head up and captured her lips with his, walking her backwards towards his bed.
“Mmm, Charlie,” she pulled back, eyes closed, still walking in his grip, “we’re going to be late for dinner.” He kissed her. “Charlie,” she moaned, “I haven’t even washed my hair!” Charlie could have told her he didn’t care about dinner, that all he wanted was her, here, now, and forever, but he knew better. Plus, dinner had been his idea, and there was no way they would miss this one. Still, their reservation wasn’t for another hour...
“I’ll wash it, then, love.” Her eyes shot open in mock surprise, but Charlie could see the smile at the bottom of those golden pools, and he knew that she wanted it too. Switching over, he whispered seductively, “We’ll get you all clean, won’t we?” And without waiting for a reply, he pulled her into the bathroom, pulling off her shirt and tossing it on the floor with his. Almost frantically, Hermione whipped his belt out of its belt loops, and dropping to her knees, went to work removing his jeans. When she yanked them down, Charlie hoisted her up so she was standing and kicked aside his jeans and boxers.
He reached for Hermione, who had just thrown her bra to the floor, and undid the zipper on her skirt. Pulling it down, he moaned. “Bloody hell. You’re not wearing any knickers.”
“I know.” She jumped into the shower, giving him a look of wanton desire. “Now get in here and screw me right up against this wall.” Charlie didn’t need a second invitation. Stepping into the shower, he grabbed her waist and pushed her against the cold tiles. She reached behind him and turned on the warm water, which came cascading down Charlie’s back. He shook his head, spraying her with droplets, and she kissed him hard, moving them both into the water.
Charlie knew there wasn’t a lot of time to waste, so he soon had her back up against the wall. Moving his hand down, he took one of her stiff nipples into his mouth at the same moment he thrust two fingers inside her, and Hermione bucked with pleasure. She reached for his erection, and grabbing it, began to stroke hard. Groaning, Charlie switched his attention to her other nipple and began to rub her clit with his calloused thumb.
“Oh Charlie,” she moaned, “no more! I need you, now.” Charlie was in no mood to deny her, and removing his fingers, plunged himself into her. She slid up and down the tiles as he pounded into her, and he pinned her to the wall with a rough kiss. Hermione ran her nails up and down his back, and Charlie could feel himself getting close to climax. But this night was about both of them, and he was determined to hold out until she would come with him.
He pressed his chest into hers and pinned her arms with his hands, continuing to thrust deeply. After one more deep kiss, he released her arms and whispered into her ear, “Touch yourself, Hermione. Touch yourself now, while I’m fucking you.” She obeyed without hesitation, one hand massaging her breast, playing with the nipple, the other reaching between them to stroke where their bodies met. The sight was unbearably sexy, and Charlie took her other breast in his rough hand.
With that, Hermione started making the little moaning noises that Charlie knew preceded her climax, and he gratefully thrust even more vehemently. He didn’t think he could have held out any longer, and he came powerfully only moments before she did. They stayed joined for a few moments, breathing hard in the wake of their passion.
Gently, he pulled away from her. “I love you, Hermione. I love you.” She smiled up at him, radiant even under the water.
“I love you too, Charlie.” She kissed him softly, and again Charlie felt that feeling of irrational joy, that this amazing woman loved him as much as he loved her. Which reminded him…
“I’m going to get dressed now, love. I’ll meet you downstairs.” He left her shampooing her hair in the shower, and fished his trousers out of the pile of laundry that had fallen to the floor earlier. Gathering his shirt and cufflinks, he decided to finish dressing downstairs, where he could wait for his girl to descend the stairs like the goddess she was.
Half an hour later, she came down, dressed in a beautiful black dress, wearing the earrings that Charlie had given her for her last birthday. He held out his arm for her, and Hermione beamed as she took it. They walked out into the warm night, and Charlie patted the small velvet box in his pocket, ready to make her his forever.
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Author's note: This evolved out of an alternate chapter I had written for another Hermione/Charlie story, "Childish", which for some reason is only listed in the male/female category on this site. If you like this one, please tell me with reviews, and let me know what you think of "Childish" as well!
Cheers, Morrigan