Twas a Stormy Christmas Eve

Twas a Stormy Christmas Eve...


Hermione watched as the snow whirled in the strong winds around her small cottage outside Hogsmead village.

This blizzard had been dumping inches upon inches of great wet, white cold mess on the British Isles for the last day.

And of course it happened to be Christmas Eve.

She should have taken up Molly’s offer to stay at the burrow when they heard of this storm, but Hermione insisted she would be fine and that it couldn’t possible be that bad.

Now the ministry was warning people not to travel by any magical means, since a wizard had been sucked right out of the floo network and a witch was splinched due to the high winds.

So she was curled up alone, wishing the bloody storm would move on. She was sick of being trapped inside and frankly she was hoping to see Charlie Weasley.

The second Weasley son had returned home to take the Care of Magical Creatures teaching position at Hogwarts at the start of next term. Hagrid was more than ready to retire with his wife and raise more frightening pets.

Charlie was the ideal of male perfection for Hermione. Strong, intelligent, dedicate and deviously handsome- broad and muscular with that gorgeous ginger hair.

She pulled her blanket more tightly around her small frame and lost herself in her musing in front of the fireplace.

So deep inside her own mind, the sudden banging on her front door caused her to jump a good three feet in the air and off the chair.

Wand drawn, she looked through the small window on her door.

She had to be dreaming. Charlie Weasley was standing on her front step.

“Oy! Hermione it is Charlie. Could you let me in before lose some important bits of me to frostbite.” He yelled over the howling winds.

Shocked out of her stupor, she wrenched the door open to let his in, he rushed in and helped her slam the door- but a small drift still managed to from in the hallway.

“Thanks Mione, it is brutal out there.” Charlie said shaking off his jacket, scarf, and hat to hang up.

“Why were you out there anyway?” she asked watching him strip down to his long sleeved cotton shirt and damp jeans.

“Couldn’t let you be alone of Christmas eve and I am only down the lane a ways, not that is was quick stroll in this mess.” His bright smile warming up the chilly little entry hall.

Hermione then noticed his red nose and cheeks, “Come by the fire and warm up.” She was about to lead him to the parlor when she noticed the large puddles of freezing water around her sock covered feet- which happened to be candy caned themed.

Which she was mortified to remember matched the rest of the pajamas she was currently wearing.

“Come here, no need to freeze your feet and ruin an adorable night-set.” He said with a deep chuckle, simply lifting her in his large arms as though she was a little girl.

Hermione let out a less than dignified squeak as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders.

“Don’t worry Mione, I won’t drop you.” He said. He settled her down on the couch and shucked off his damp boots near the fireplace, before joining her.

They sat in silence for a few moments before Hermione piped up, “Did your mother put you up to this?” she asked, knowing what a worry wart Molly could be.

He let out a deep laugh “No, mum didn’t put me up to this. I wanted to be with you on Christmas Eve.” He said reaching up to move a stray curl from her forehead to behind her ear. His fingers lingered tracing down her cheek and shoulder.

Hermione lifted her eyebrows in surprise but not only his actions but his words.

“Charlie?....”

“Yes Hermione?” he answered, leaning forward so their noses were nearly touching.

“Why?” she asked her soft doe brown eyes searching his cobalt ones.

“Because you are the witch that has been haunting my dreams for far to long, and I can not deny myself any longer.” And with that his lips took hers in a gentle but passionate kiss.

He broke the kiss when he felt her small hand rest on the side of his neck.

“Do not play with my heart Charles Weasley.”

“I intend on exchanging it with mine, if you will accept it?” he asked his hands coming up to cup her heart shaped face.

“”I have a no return policy of Christmas gifts,” she warned with a smile.

“Perfect,” he whispered taking her lips once more.

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A year of bliss passed for the new couple. Molly was surprised but happy to see Hermione with one of her boys.

This Christmas Eve proved to be just as stormy as the last, but the Weasley family had taken precautions and squeezed the ever-growing clan into the Burrow.

Hermione was currently pacing nervously around the living room. All the little ones were fast asleep and the majority of the adults had found their way to bed, but Hermione was too worried to sleep.

Charlie had headed up to their tiny room not long ago and left her with her thoughts. She was excited about her news, but not sure how Charlie would take it.

She was suddenly wrapped in strong arms and she let out a startled gasp.

“I can’t fall asleep without you anymore,” came her Charlie’s deep voice.

“I am sorry darling.”

“Do you want to tell me what has you pacing like a caged Horntail?” He turned her in his arms to look at her.

“Charlie I….”

“Did you get that promotion at work, I don’t mind you traveling,”

“Well yes…” she started

“I will just have to miss you,” he stroked his thumb along her delicate neck, just the way that made her shiver.

“That’s not all Charlie.”

“What my heart?”

“I am pregnant.” She half whispered

She watched, as he eyes grew wide and then softened with love and devotion that made her heart melt.

His pulled he close, cradling her small body against he larger frame.

“Oh baby, a baby!” he said excitedly

Hermione laughed in joy and relief.

“I guess it is a good thing I was planning on giving you this tomorrow.”

He reached for his wand and accioed over a beautiful carved wooden box. A box he had been carrying around since July

Nestled inside a bed of emerald velvet was a white gold ring shaped like a blooming flower, inside a sapphire the color of her lover’s eyes.

“Be my wife Mione, and make this the most wonderful Christmas possible.”

“Of course Charlie!” she said while kissing him.

He slid the ring on and kissed every finger.

“Take me upstairs darling,” she smiled at him, her eyes dark with desire.

As if he could ever deny such a request.

He scooped her up like he had their first Christmas Eve and maneuver through the slanted halls of his childhood home.

He laid them both down on the bed and began to undress her; her boots, her skirt, sweater, thigh high stocks that made his cock harden and twitch, and finally her lacy red knickers and bra.

Merlin he loved looking at her, all soft curves. And then he thought of her growing round with their baby and he kissed from her sternum to her belly, nuzzling the soft flesh.

Hermione hand slid into he hair and pulled him up for kiss, “Too many clothes,” she complained tugging at his jumper.

He quickly yanked off the offending garment, which was quickly followed by the rest of his outfit.

Hermione admired her fiancé. He was such a handsome man, a loving man and a man who would be a wonderful father for her child.

Charlie’s hand crept up the inside of her soft thigh, causing her to part her legs in welcome. His fingers made contact with her hot center and his groaned, loving how his witch was always ready for him.

He kissed and nipped at her neck and collarbones as his fingers worked her to climax. God he loved the way she came, arching her back and whimpering out his name.

Hermione gasped again as she felt him slid into her body. She quickly matched his pace, wanting to bring him just as much pleasure as he had given her.

She watched his muscles pull and contact with he powerful movement. As his paced quickened she wrapped herself around him, kissing every inch of skin she could reach as he reached his climax.

With one more powerful thrust he threw his head back and groaned, murmuring words of love as he released.

He fell to his elbows, kissing his sweet witch whose sated smile swelled his heart bigger than he thought possible.

Charlie lay down and pulled Hermione into the curve of his body, we she fit perfectly, their hands clasped over her belly.

They both knew there were many more wonderful Christmas Eve’s in the future of their little growing family.

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Just a cute little fic to start off the Holiday season.
Happy Holidays

<3 Sarah