Unsatisfiable

A/N: Hey, everyone! While my mind is still on writer's block for the last two chapters of 'Mrs Malfoy,' I decided I would post this short story. It'll be a couple, maybe a few, chapters. Hope you all like. :)

~Charlie

Unsatisfiable

Hermione opened her eyes and they fell upon the ornate mahogany table next to the bed, the thick dark velvet bed hangings, the large armoire sitting against the ivory-painted wall, and the polished hardwood floors in the bedroom. She castigated herself fully. She needed to stop letting herself fall asleep here, otherwise the man currently wrapped around her like a starfish on a sea urchin would get the idea that she wanted something serious out of their random if reoccurring shags.

It wasn’t that she didn’t like waking up lying on her right side with his front flush against her back, his left arm flung across her body, his left hand unconsciously cupped around her right breast, his ankles wrapped around hers—she actually liked it very, very much. She did wish that one day he might settle down and only wished that he might choose her as the person that he might settle down with.

As it was, however, it was still just casual sex. She could sleep with whoever she wanted and he could sleep with whoever he wanted.

And she would usually never condone something like casual sex with someone like Draco Malfoy, but unfortunately, out of all the people that she had had sex with—which was a fairly high number considering how no wizard seemed to be able to please her—he was the only man who had ever been able to give her an orgasm during sex.

It wasn’t that she was a whore or a slag—she didn’t want to have random sex with almost every single wizard that she knew just for the fun of it—she just wanted to find someone that would be able to please her and give her a relationship, and though Draco Malfoy could do one of those, he most certainly could not give her the other.

Thus the mental castigation.

She struggled out of his grip, moaning slightly as his calloused fingers brushed across her nipple. Finally though, with much physical as well as mental force, she found herself standing beside the bed looking at a very attractive, half-awake, very disgruntled looking blond wizard.

‘Er, well, I’m off,’ she said.

‘You’re going to fuck someone else today, aren’t you?’ he asked, looking up at her with a look of displeasure.

Thinking about Ron’s engagement party that she was to attend today and the promise from Ron that the only single Weasley that she had yet to shag was going to be in attendance, she decided that the answer was definitely a yes. ‘What do you care, Malfoy? That’s the beauty of casual sex, you have sex with who you want and I do the same.’

Not even waiting for a reply, she walked into the bathroom, picked up her freshly laundered clothes, and apparated home.

-o-o-o-o-o-o-

Draco Malfoy lay in bed alone—again. For once he just wished that she would stay longer than five minutes after she woke up.

He hated himself for constantly giving in to her. She owled him and he was immediately on her heels like a cat in heat. He wanted her. He wanted to keep her for longer than one night every couple weeks.

He felt used, knowing that she only came back to him because he was the only person that could make her feel any pleasure in the bedroom. He sometimes told her no and said that he had other plans so that she knew that he wasn’t completely at her will and though he knew that on these occasions she probably went out to find some other wizard to fuck, it made him feel like one day she might realise that she wanted more from him than once a fortnight.

When a loud pop from the bathroom signalled him to her leaving him until the next time she owled, looking for a booty call, he got up from the bed. He would undoubtedly let her take advantage of him again because although he hated the mornings after when she wriggled out of his grasp, or when she was already gone before he woke up having slipped away in the middle of the night while he slept, he loved spending the night making love to her with the knowledge that no one else had ever given her the pleasure that he provided her.

And with that nice thought in his mind, he made his way into the bathroom to shower her scent off of him so that he could get through the day without a permanent hard-on.

-o-o-o-o-o-o-

‘Harry, Ron, there you two are,’ Charlie Weasley said as he approached the two men.

‘Hiya, Charlie,’ Harry said. ‘How’s Romania?’

‘Good, good,’ he said, pulling a hand through his thick red hair. ‘Congratulations, Ron, Gabriella is gorgeous.’

Ron blushed slightly and looked back at his bride-to-be. ‘Yeah, I can’t believe she actually agreed to marry me.’

‘It’s probably because Bill is so good to Fleur,’ Harry said with a smile.

‘So where’s the third part of your trio?’ Charlie asked the other two.

‘Probably off shagging the rest of the wizarding community,’ Ron said with an angry sigh.

‘Excuse me?’ Charlie asked, confused.

This launched the two into talking about how their best friend seemed to be unsatisfiable by any wizard in history and that she had shagged almost every wizard to try and find one that would be able to give her any sort of pleasure in bed.

‘Yeah, you better watch out, Charlie,’ Ron said. ‘You’re the only single Weasley that she hasn’t gotten into bed yet.’

‘But don’t feel bad when she leaves you afterwards,’ Harry said. ‘She did it to us all. “I’m sorry, but I just don’t feel anything,”’ he mocked.

‘No one’s ever been able to give her an orgasm?’ Charlie asked, then smirked.

‘Well, there’s him,’ Ron said with an angry sigh.

‘Who?’ Charlie asked.

‘Draco Sodding Malfoy,’ Harry said. ‘Son-of-a-bitch rich kid. He’ll never settle down with a witch though, so they shag, but she wants more. She wants to be able to feel pleasure and be in a relationship.’

‘You boys talking about me?’ said a happy voice from behind Charlie. They all turned red and shook their heads.

‘Of course not, Hermione,’ Ron said.

She gave him a sideways look but didn’t press the subject. ‘Congrats, Ron. I’m glad Gabriella said yes. It’ll be a great wedding.’

‘I hope so. I just want to get married to her before she realises I’m nothing like Bill and breaks up with me.’

Harry and Charlie snorted and Hermione smiled. ‘Don’t worry about it, Ron. I don’t think she wants to marry you because you’re her brother-in-law’s brother. You’re a sweet guy and she should be happy that you’re mature enough to take the next step.’

‘Thanks, Hermione,’ Ron said, though he knew that she had that look in her eyes that said that she wished she had the same thing that he did.

‘Well, I’m going to get something to eat, do any of you want anything?’ They all shook their heads, but Charlie felt a small pinch on his bum as she walked away.

-o-o-o-o-o-o-

Hermione finally got Charlie alone a couple of hours into the party. He was sitting in the den nursing a cup of hot chocolate and she sat down next to him with some flourish. ‘Hello, Charlie,’ she said, smiling as a kid with a secret.

‘Hermione,’ he acknowledged.

‘How’s Romania?’ she asked.

‘Good,’ he said. ‘Norberta’s been a bit rough lately to handle. She caught me with some of her eggs the other day and got me in the shoulder.’ He rolled up his sleeve to show her the new burn on his skin.

‘Oh, I’m sorry,’ she said, leaning down to kiss the blistered skin.

‘It’s okay,’ he said, hating himself for it sounding a little breathless. ‘It happens all the time. So what have you been up to?’

‘Not much. I just got a promotion at work, which means one more step to the Minister of the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures.’

‘So you’ll be my boss?’ Charlie asked, laughing.

‘Yeah, I guess,’ she smiled. ‘Besides that, I don’t have much of a life.’

‘I heard you’ve been shagging most of the wizard community,’ he said.

‘Uh, yeah,’ she said, this time looking a little embarrassed. ‘I just can’t seem to feel any pleasure in bed.’

‘I could show you pleasure,’ he whispered hot in her ear.

‘Ha,’ she laughed shortly. ‘That’s what they all say.’

He smiled at her and looked her up and down with bedroom eyes. ‘I’ve had a lot of experience. If you want me to show you some of that, meet me in Ron’s old room in five minutes.’ He got up and looked at her as he walked up the stairs to his younger brother’s old bedroom.

Hermione had been thinking about propositioning him. She was supposed to do it though, he wasn’t supposed to take that away from her. Now he had one step up on her. She decided to make him wait the full five minutes before she followed him like a dog.

When she finally walked into the room, she noticed that it was almost exactly as it had been the last time she had been in here, before the war. It was still completely orange. The walls, the floor, even the bed was still covered with Chudley Cannons memorabilia.

Though this time, it wasn’t Ron Weasley who was laying half-naked on his bed, it was his older brother of seven years laying half-naked on his bed. She smiled, shut the door behind her, and put up locking and silencing spells. She turned from the shy little insecure woman who couldn’t feel pleasure to the sex kitten who wanted the man in front of her more than she wanted to take her next breath.

She began to strip slowly, toeing off her shoes. He stood up though and brought her over to the bed. He lay her down. ‘What are you doing?’ she asked.

‘Just trust me and do what I say, and I promise you that you’ll feel more than you ever felt with what’s-his-name.’

She struggled against him for a little bit longer but decided to concede to whatever he wanted to do and hopefully something good would come out of it. ‘Good girl,’ he said when she finally stopped struggling. ‘Now, don’t move until I tell you.’

He went to the end of the bed and pulled off her socks one by one, softly kissing the instep of both of her feet. Hermione was surprised when she already started feeling little tingles beginning in her lower abdomen. She lay very still and decided that she would let him do what he wanted to her.

He smiled at her as he ran his hands up her legs and under her long skirt. He pulled it up inch by inch until he was face to face with her colourful cotton underwear. ‘I expected something a little kinkier but this will do,’ he laughed. He kissed the front of her underwear and then began pulling down her skirt, leaving the knickers on.

When the skirt was on the floor, he kissed his way slowly up her legs, taking his time to massage them with his calloused hands as he moved up as well. He kissed along the skin showing between the top of her knickers and the bottom of her tank top and then began pulling up her tank top, much like he had done with her skirt, until it too was on the floor. This left her in her knickers and a bra to match it.

‘Sexy, Hermione,’ he said, flicking her navel ring with one of his fingers. ‘I’ve got something like that as well.’ And with that, he sat up and pulled his shirt off his body, exposing the Chinese Fireball spread out in ink across his abdomen.

Hermione felt a rush of juices at the sight and gasped, for she never felt anything like that before when looking at anyone else’s body. He was broader than Draco was, with wide shoulders and a light spattering of red hair across his chest. Draco looked as though he didn’t have any chest hair, when really it was just really light and really fine.

Stop thinking about Draco! she admonished herself.

Charlie Weasley was really a sight to behold with all of his burns and scars. He was very tan from working outside all day and she felt bold as she ran her hands up and down his chest. ‘Mmm,’ she moaned.

‘If you keep doing that, Hermione, I might have to take you sooner than I was planning,’ he said, grabbing her wrists in one of his hands and pulling them over her head. She kept them there even after he released them, playing his game.

He went after her body like a dehydrated man at an oasis. He licked and kissed his way down her neck, reaching her tits where he spent a large portion of time kissing and licking one nipple while fondling the other breast and then switching, back and forth. She was feeling herself growing even wetter, even though he was taking a very long time on foreplay. She usually didn’t like this much foreplay.

As he kissed his way down her body, he massaged the back of her knees as he came face to face with her increasingly wet pussy.

He was far more patient than Hermione had ever given any man credit for. His mouth latched onto her cunt and licked her and sucked her until she was practically screaming his name. When she got to the point of incoherency, he finally, finally, settled himself between her thighs, quickly vanished the remainder of their clothing, and thrust himself home.

He pushed her legs up so that they were spread wide open and her feet were level with his thrusting body. He rubbed the arch of one of her feet as he thrust himself into her body over and over and when he tensed up, nearing climax, he moved his hand to rub her clit furiously.

Hermione was actually very surprised when she felt herself tip over into orgasm. Her body felt like it shattered into a million pieces and she was sure that she was dead for the few minutes it took for her to regain her body. ‘Holy Merlin’s balls!’ she sighed, looking happily at the wizard who had just given her the best orgasm of her life. He rolled off of her.

‘Well, that was nice. Thanks, Hermione,’ Charlie said as he got out of bed and pulled his clothes on much faster than he had taken them off and before Hermione had even realised what was happening, he had already exited the room.

Hermione lay in bed—alone. She had just experienced the best sex of her life and then he just got up and left. What the hell was that about? Was she so terrible that she wasn’t even worth any pillow-talk afterwards?

She let out a short sob as she realised that must be the case. She grabbed the orange duvet and wrapped it around herself, grabbed her wand and apparated to the only place she could think of.

-o-o-o-o-o-o-

Draco Malfoy was sitting at his large mahogany desk in his home office when he heard a knock on his door. ‘Come in, Nigel,’ Draco said. His manservant was the only person in the manor right now besides himself.

Nigel opened the door and walked a foot into the doorway. ‘Mr Malfoy, Miss Granger is here to see you.’

‘Really?’ he asked, looking sharply up at Nigel over his reading spectacles.

‘Shall I ask her to come back another time?’

Draco quickly got over his shock, but was still trying to figure out why she would come here without prior notice and when it wasn’t even dark outside. ‘No, no, I’ll see her down in the foyer,’ he said, taking off his glasses and closing his ledger.

‘Sir, she looks very distraught,’ Nigel said quickly.

‘Thank you, Nigel,’ Draco said and got up from his highback leather chair. He smiled to himself as he followed Nigel. He smiled because Hermione was distraught. He was not smiling simply for the fact that she was distraught but for the fact that she was distraught and here. That she had come to him finally—finally—for something other than sex.

At least, that was what he hoped. When he arrived in his foyer, he saw her sitting on one of the benches by the front door and—he cocked his head—wearing a Chudley Cannons duvet.

He cleared his throat and she immediately looked up at him and the expression of pure happiness on her face at seeing him did something strange to his heart.

‘Oh, Draco,’ she said, getting up and running towards him. He gathered her in a hug and held her close to himself. He could smell a faint cologne on her that wasn’t his and he growled softly.

‘Do you want to tell me about it?’ he asked.

She shook her head against his chest. ‘I…not really. I just didn’t know where else to go.’

He sighed. ‘Do you want to take a bath or something?’

She looked up at him with that heart-stopping smile again. ‘Oh yes, please, that would be lovely.’

He took her hand and led her up to his bedroom, where she, of course, knew the location of. ‘You can leave the duvet over there,’ he said, stopping her at the door to his bedroom to get rid of the ugly orange comforter. ‘I’ll have it cleaned and you can return it to whoever you were with.’ He said the last part with a sneer that he couldn’t stop from taking over his face.

She nodded solemnly and dropped the comforter.

He turned around and walked into the bathroom to start the taps on the large sunken tub he had in his bathroom. ‘It’ll just be a minute,’ he said.

She walked up to him and stood in front of him—completely naked. He tried not to let her see what it did to him to see her like that but his traitorous erection wouldn’t go away. She brushed a hand across his cheek but he flinched away from her touch. ‘Please don’t touch me,’ he said with anger in his voice, ‘When you still smell like the last man you fucked.’

She backed away from him as if burned and slipped quickly into the bath. She had her back to him and for a second he was glad. She wouldn’t see the pain in his eyes at having hurt her, even though she hurt him more now than she could imagine.

She must have come straight out of bed to come here. Straight from another guy to him and he was mad that she would still be shagging other guys when the only witch he wanted was her. But she had also obviously been hurt tonight by this other wizard, otherwise she wouldn’t even be here.

He sighed as he took off his clothes and slipped into the bath with her. She faced away from him and he couldn’t blame her even if he wanted to. ‘Did he hurt you?’

‘Merlin, Draco, why do you care!?’ she asked loudly, nearly scaring him at the volume.

He had two choices. Brush it off and seem like he didn’t care or tell her how he really felt. He chewed the inside of his cheek as he decided that he would just brush it off. ‘Because I want more than sex.’ Where the hell had that come from?

‘Huh?’ Hermione asked, definitely not expecting that kind of declaration from him.

‘Hermione, I’m sick of pretending that I’m okay with you using me as someone to shag once a fortnight. I’m sick of pretending that I don’t care when you leave me to go fuck other wizards. I do care, Hermione, I care because I care about you and I want to be with you.’ He moved closer to her in the bath until he was standing right in front of her. ‘You know that I’m the only person that can make you feel good in bed, Hermione, the only person who can give you the orgasms you want and need. So let me make you feel good, let me do it every night in that bed.’ He pointed into his bedroom where his extra large bed sat.

Hermione looked dumbfounded. ‘You…you want—a relationship?’ She said the last word as if it were a curse word.

‘I know it’s not what you want, Hermione. I know that you would rather be with all those other wizards—‘

‘But what about all your other witches?’ she asked incredulously.

He stared dumbfounded at her this time. ‘Hermione, I haven’t been with another witch in over a year. It’s only been you and I want it to be only you. But I also want it to be only me. So you have a choice to make: me, the only man you can pleasure you, and only me; or all the rest of them.’

‘You!’ she said with a smile as if he was stupid. ‘You, you idiot!’

‘What?’ he asked, backing away from her to get a better look at her facial expression. She was happy—truly, utterly happy.

‘Draco, I’ve always wanted that with you but I thought you would never want it, that you’re too much of a playboy to settle down and be in a relationship. That’s why I didn’t owl very often, I assumed that you entertained other ladies as well and I didn’t want to seem too needy.’

Draco laughed. ‘Well, I was seeing other witches when we first started shagging but I realised that I only wanted you. That none of them could compare to the way you made me feel. With them, I didn’t care if they went off and shagged other blokes, but with you, it nearly ripped my heart out every time you jumped out of my bed just to crawl into another man’s.’

‘I’m so sorry, Draco. If I would have known earlier, if you would have told me…’ She trailed off.

He moved towards her and kissed her, bringing her wet body flush against his. ‘I didn’t want to scare you off. I thought if you thought I wanted something serious, you would stop seeing me. But every time you left, I was always afraid that you would find someone else and never come back to me.’

She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him again. ‘I’m so glad that he hurt me tonight,’ she said between kisses.

‘He physically hurt you?’ Draco asked, his hands squeezing her hips tighter.

‘No, Draco, he emotionally hurt me. After he gave me one of the best orgasms of my life—no offence—he just left and said ‘well, that was nice.’ I was so hurt and rejected, I came here. I just knew that I wanted to see you. I knew you would make me feel better.’

‘With sex?’ Draco asked, feeling hurt.

Hermione sighed and looked at him. ‘No, you idiot.’

A half-smile played out on his lips.

‘I knew you would do something like draw me a bath and tell me that you care about what other blokes do to me.’

He smiled, but it was quickly followed by a frown. ‘Are you going to tell me who it was so I can kick his arse?’

Hermione shook her head. ‘No,’ she said with a smile. ‘I think I’d rather thank him.’

‘Why!?’

‘Because if he didn’t leave, I wouldn’t have come here, you wouldn’t have told me how you felt, and I wouldn’t be spending every night from now on in that bed,’ she nodded towards his bed.

Draco smiled then. ‘Yes, I think you’re right,’ he said. ‘And I think we should start this ‘now on’ right now.’ He lifted her up in his arms and carried her back to his bed. Depositing her in the middle, he quickly followed her. He settled himself between her thighs and his hips unconsciously thrust his erection against her stomach as he kissed her.

Suddenly, though, she flipped him over and started kissing her way down his body.

‘What are you doing?’ he asked as she reached the aching, hard part of his body.

She looked up at him as she gave the tip a lick. ‘I’ve already had a go tonight, Draco. I don’t have another one in me. But you do and I’m going to take care of that.’

‘No, Hermione, don’t—’ he started but was thrust into incoherency when he was enveloped by the hot, wet cavern of her mouth.