Her Knight

Her Knight.


Alistair, a fellow healer on the Romanian Dragon Reserve, currently had Hermione cornered by the med tent. Hermione liked Alistair, she really did, as long as he wasn’t trying to look down her shirt or regale her with stories of his previous employment at the exceedingly boring Home for Aging Wizards.

At the moment though, he was doing both, and Hermione was desperately trying to come up with any excuse to get away.

He was about to explain an odd growth that had developed on one of his patient’s scalps when a large, warm and freckled hand appeared on her hip. She smiled as Charlie pulled her to his side.

“Sorry Al, but I need to steal ‘Mione here.” And with that he started a steady stride toward the Keepers cabins. Once they were out of earshot Hermione smiled up at him.

“Thank you for the rescue.”

“Any time my lady; that prat still trying to get into your knickers? You’d think after all these months he would just give up.”

She laughed, “Well, if nothing else he is persistent.”

“Do you always try to find the good in people?” he asked as they entered his cabin.

“Yes, I guess I do.”

“Even when they’re annoying as all hell?’

“I am still friends with you aren’t I?” she laughed as he threw his slightly burnt shirt at her.

Hermione merely caught it, mended it with a flick of her wand and threw it right back at him. He smiled and put the shirt in the closet.

“Are you coming to the pub tonight?” he asked as he grabbed two bottles of water from the cold box and tossed one to her.

“I think I might make and appearance, you?”

“Definitely. Need a pint after dealing with that pregnant Croatian Clubtail. I’m lucky I still have eyebrows.” He wiggled them at her.

“I would have grown them back for you…eventually.” She smiled as she sipped at her water.

“Oh thanks so much luv.”

“Any time darling, oh shite I need to get in for shift, see you tonight.” She jogged out the screen door. Charlie watched her go, wondering if she had any idea how much he really did love her.

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Hermione slipped on a pair of jeans and soft blue knit top, stepped into a pair of flats and apparated to the ally beside the Vlad Dracul. As she walked into the warm pub a cheer went up from the keepers and other healers that were already there. She waved and went to sit next to Charlie who had waved her over, having saved a seat.

“Thanks Charlie.”

“Anytime - the usual?” he asked as he stood to head to the bar.

“Yes please.”

He returned shortly with a pint of a dark brew in on hand and her Gin and Cranberry in the other.

“Thank you.” He smiled as he took a swig of his ale.

The talk soon turned to the impending birth of a new dragon on the reserve. The healers promised they had already began stocking up on salve. Baby dragons had a pension for being petulant and had very little control over their fire breathing.

Around eleven the music started and the dance floor was filling up. Alistair had asked Hermione to dance, which she accepted to be nice. Charlie was already dancing with another healer named Anita, so there was no way of getting out of it anyway.

The fast paced music was fun and the group was laughing at each others silly dance moves. When the music changed to something slower, Hermione attempted to bow out but Alistair grabbed her hand and pulled her to the far corner of the pub.

“Alistair what are you doing?” she asked as she found herself pushed up against the wall.

“What are you playing at Hermione?” he asked as he closed in on her.

“What are you talking about?"

“You have been ignoring me for months.”

“Alistair I see and talk to you everyday!”

“You know what I mean, you act the shrew with me and the lover with Weasley.”

“We have known each other for a long time, we care for each other. Please Alistair you are not acting like yourself.”

He was close enough now that she could smell the alcohol on his breath. His hands were clutching her hips.

“It seems I need to be a little more foreword with you.” He slammed his lips to hers. She kicked and attempted to bite him, but suddenly he was being hauled away.

Charlie had Alistair by the collar of his shirt, holding him off the ground.

“You never treat a woman, least of all Hermione, like that.” He pulled back his muscled arm and smashed his fist into the healer’s nose, a sickening crunch proving that the bone had been broken.

Charlie then reached for Hermione who gladly went into his arms.

“Lets get you out of here.” She nodded into his chest.

He apparated them back to his cabin.

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She stepped out of his embrace, “The nerve of him!” she yelled “What right did he have to do that? Drunk or not!” She was flushed with anger.

“Men will do stupid things for the women they want.”

“Well apparently!”

“Hermione, are you okay?”

“Yes, I am fine, thanks to you again; you are just my knight in shining armor today.”

“You know I would protect you from anything right?” He looked at her, bringing his large calloused hand up to cup her soft cheek.

“Oh course, you know I will always take care of you as well.”

“I do.”

There was a moment where they both just stood there. They had been close for so long, both hiding the fact that they cared much more beyond the bond of friendship.

“How would you?” Hermione suddenly asked

“Humm, how would I do what?”

“Let a woman know you wanted her.”

“I would…I...oh sod it all.” He reached out with is other arm and wrapped it around her waist dragging her flush against him. He tilted her face to look at him. Her dark eyes flashed with want as he lowered his lips to hers.

They kissed until their lungs demanded oxygen.

“Gods Charlie I have wanted to do that for so long.”

“I am glad to hear it, so have I.” he replied as he attached himself to her neck.

Her hands made their way into his short red hair. His hands dropped low grabbing her arse, pulling her closer. One of her hands had moved down and was now busy roaming beneath his jumper, feeling all the muscles flex under her touch.

“You are going to have to tell me when to stop Hermione because I don’t think I can stop on my own.”

“If you dare stop Charles Weasley, you will rue the day.”

“Well if that is the case Ms. Granger.” He lifted the witch in his arms and made his way to the small room that held his bed kicking off his shoes as he went.

He laid her down gently and pulled off her flats; with one foot planted on the floor and the other knee between her spread legs he tugged he jumper off and tossed it over his shoulder.

She smiled. Gods she loved his chest. The smooth planes of muscle covered in freckles, small burn scars and light ginger hair.

She sat up and ran her hands up and down, her short nails scratching at his sensitive skin, causing him to groan and hiss.

“Do you know how many times I have wanted to do this?” she asked as she leaned forward and kissed across his collarbone, her fingers dancing along the edge of his low-slung jeans.

“Every damn time you took your shirt off.” She nipped him playfully.

“I haven’t seen you topless once.” He pouted as he hands began to push the soft fabric of her top up.

She raised her arms and allowed him to remove her shirt. His warm hands returned to her soft curvy body as his eyes took in their fill. Her breasts were encased in dark blue, the pale, flushed flesh swelled above the lace trim.

He made quick work of the eyehooks and pealed the garment off.

She was beautiful.

He dipped his head to taste her. She smelled of vanilla and cinnamon and tasted far better than anything he could remember.

She moaned and pulled him closer. “You taste so good Hermione.” He spoke as he pulled one hard nub into his hot mouth.

She pulled him down on top of her, tugging his head back up to kiss him again. Her hands made their way down to unbutton his jeans; she carefully unzipped and slid a hand inside and gasped.

She pulled away form his lips to whisper in his ear. “Well that answers one question.”

“What question would that be?”

“The girls and I were trying to figure out what you wore under these jeans, none of us thought you went bare under them.”

“I like the freedom. But right now, I think they would be far more comfortable off.”

Hermione smiled and pushed the denim down his slim hips. He cock was hard and hot as she cupped him in her small hand.

“You need to be naked, now!” Charlie leaned back to undue her jeans and dragged them, and her knickers, down and out of his way.

She was more than he ever dreamed possible. She looked about ready to devour him, and he was all too happy to let her, once he was done.

He ran his hands up her legs, causing them to fall wide. He leaned down and used the flat of his tongue swipe all the way up her folds, making her back arch and moan. He continued to use his tongue until she was so close she could feel her muscles tightening.

Suddenly Hermione felt his lips leave her and she was being lifted. She opened her eyes to see Charlie rolling them so she was now straddling his hips. He gave her a grin as his hands moved up her body, his coarse fingers rolling, pinching and stroking her nipples.

“Ride me witch.” He smiled up at the slightly dazed woman who he had loved for the past year.

She lifted herself enough to guide his cock into her waiting body. She groaned deep in the back of her throat.

“Mmmm, yes, Merlin so good.”

“Gods you are tight,” Charlie said through gritted teeth.

“Been a while.” She managed to say as she moved her hips feeling him fill her to the max.

“How long?” he asked while he grasped her hips and began to plunge himself deep into the impossibly tight glove that her body was.

“Since I moved here, only…gods…wanted you.”

At her words Charlie changed their position one more time, rolling over so he could control their passion, he hitched on of her legs over his shoulder, making sure to grind their bodies together as he felt his orgasm build.

“Wanted you for so long ‘Mione. Loved you for so long… you feel so damn good…never want to let you go.”

She came as he spoke. She clung to him as his pace quickened and lost rhythm, soon she felt him go slack and groan.

His arms were shaking as he lowered to his elbows, resting his damp forehead against hers.

His dark blue eyes taking in her flush cheeks, swollen lips and heavy lidded eyes, still in awe of their love making, it had never been that good and he knew no woman would ever come close to making him feel what Hermione did.

“You were amazing.”

“So were you Charlie.” She smiled

He carefully rolled off of her, pulling the cotton sheet and duvet over their cooling bodies. He wrapped his arm around her, cradling her small frame to his.

“I love you too Charlie.” Was the last thing she said before she fell into a peaceful sleep. Her knight holding her tightly, a goofy grin on his face as he too drifted off to sleep.

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A/N So plot bunnies are mean- they bite.

Another random story, the Weasley boys are very demanding of my muse, who is a sucker for gingers.

Still getting the hang of writing smut, Charlie proving a harder male lead than his older brother, but practice makes perfect, or at least decent.

Hope you enjoyed it!

xoxox Sarah