Hermione's head was killing her. The painful throbbing in her temples was strong enough to draw a whimper from her, as she lay in bed trying to avoid the tiny ray of sunlight filtering through her closed eyes. She tossed her head against her pillow to make her curls fall forward and hide her eyes from the light. Her body ached, every part of her felt as though her muscles had been abused. It was all she could do to lie still and hope that by keeping her eyes closed the pain would fade. She knew it was completely ridiculous but at that moment Hermione was willing to abandon all fact and reason.
It was the middle of August and she had been staying with Ginny at the Burrow since returning from completing her seventh year at Hogwarts. Ginny and Harry were almost sickeningly in love and had visited each other frequently throughout the allowed Hogsmeade visits during term time. Harry and Ronald had decided against returning to school and had taken Kingsley's offer of Auror training instead. Harry seemed to have a knack for it and had quickly found his feet within the program, and Hermione knew being able to make a difference following the war had brought Harry a great measure of peace. Ginny had wanted to go back to school, even though she planned on being a quidditch player she wanted a decent education to fall back on just in case. So she and Ginny had shared a dorm with those that chosen to go back.
Ron and Hermione had tried to make a relationship between them work, but the distance between them had made things difficult. Ron's refusal to see why continuing her schooling was important to her had ended their relationship rather bitterly. The two were barely civil to one another, and whilst Ron had been dating various witches since their break-up, Hermione had chosen to focus on getting her NEWT's. Hermione had seriously considered going to work for the ministry, but in the end had decided she would rather not be drawn into the politics. Instead she had chosen to take a new career path as a healer. After suffering at the hands of Bellatrix at Malfoy manor and nursing Harry and Ron whilst on the run Hermione had found that she rather enjoyed the challenge the career path would offer her. Hermione wanted to make the world a better place and could think of no greater way to achieve this.
Wizarding laws and policies were always slow to change and would have been a constant uphill battle to achieve even the tiniest of concessions. Whilst healing was based on facts, she would be able to research better ways to heal ailments and possibly find cures for diseases that even the wizarding world could not fix. Hermione had applied for many apprenticeships and was waiting for a response as well as her NEWT results. The thought had Hermione wincing, although she was sure that she had passed her exams she was worried that she may not have done well enough to get the apprenticeship she was coveting. Just the thought once again sent a her stomach into revolt. She did not want to get her hopes up only to see them dashed.
Hermione turned her head slightly to escape the sunlight that seem to be growing brighter and found that her pillow was rather hard. For a moment Hermione thought she may have fallen asleep on the ground, but she could feel the mattress against her toes. No Hermione was almost startled to realise that had fallen asleep entangled with something, or rather someone. Now that she had woken and her mind was clearing she realised that she was in fact sleeping with someone, a rather naked and male someone. Her head was using their chest as a pillow and she realised what she believed was a stray curl was really a smattering of hair upon his chest that was tickling her cheek as she breathed. Her face flushed crimson as she desperately fought to find the memories of the night before, anything that would give her a clue as to who was sleeping peacefully beneath her.
Her head was now throbbing even faster as she fought down a panic. She needed to remain calm and figure out exactly what had happened the night before. What was the last thing she remembered? Yesterday had been Ginny's eighteenth birthday and the two of them had started the morning at a spa getting pampered following an afternoon of shopping with Luna in tow. The girls had shared an afternoon lunch and Luna had dared them all to drink a fairy brew called "wanton desires". The drink was said to lead you to fulfill your most hidden fantasies with whom you most desired. Hermione thinking that it was another one of Luna's imagined creature ideas had drank it in one after checking that it wasn't toxic. Luna and Ginny had gaped at her before quickly following suit.
When nothing had appeared to change for them, the girls laughed it off and headed back to the burrow for the dinner that Molly had arranged for the family. Hermione had avoided Ron like the plague the entire evening, something she knew had greatly amused a rather pregnant Fleur. Fleur had decided after seeing this, that as she could not join in with Bill and Charlie's drinking games, Hermione would have to take her place. Hermione was really regretting agreeing to that, and she suspected Fleur had been serving Hermione double shots all night too. Bill had been amused as he explained the drinking game was simple. Everytime Molly would chastise one of her children, they took a shot. Every time Arthur would utter that all his children were grown and leaving him they would take another shot.
If an order member joked that Ginny and Harry would be engaged before the year was out they would have to down whatever they were drinking. It had started off looking like they would not get very far in the game until Molly had brought out the baby books. Then Hermione had been trying to help Ginny get the books away from Molly so that she would be able to stop drinking. She would have to commend Bill and Charlie, the two of them had been drinking firewhiskey and hadn't seemed nearly as drunk as she had. It was then that Hermione really really hoped that she hadn't fallen into bed with the married Bill Weasley. Not only would she be filled with unimaginable guilt she knew Fleur and Molly would never forgive her.
Things became blurry as she tried to remember how the night had moved on, she remembered having been cornered by a drunken Ron who had tried to kiss her only to be rejected. Hermione refused to be his consolation prize when she knew he had a girlfriend. Whilst Ron had not told her, Harry had. She was apparently a very lovely girl who worked in the hall of records that had taken a shine to Ron Weasley, war hero. No when Ron had drunkenly tried to lure her upstairs away from the party Hermione had called him an utter arse and flounced away to sit with Luna and George. Hermione remembered Luna giggling as she whispered that she thought the fairy brew was taking effect. They laughed as Ginny attempted to get Harry to sneak away with her into the gardens only to be blocked by a rather stern looking Molly.
Hermione remembered going outside for a walk, in the hopes that the fresh air would clear her head as she wandered the grounds. Tents had been set up outside as the burrow could not hold everyone inside and many guests had elected to spend the night rather than leave the celebration early. Hermione suspected that she was currently very naked in one of those tents, as she could smell the grass that has been freshly cut the day before. She could hear people moving around outside now, and briefly wondered just how she would escape this predicament unobserved. She desperately wanted to talk to Luna or Ginny, she needed a woman's advice and she knew Harry would rather detest having to discuss sex with her.
It was no secret that Hermione was a virgin, or that she had been until last night and she was desperate to at least know the name of the man she had given her virginity to. She had a fleeting memory of being asked "Are you sure?" which she responded with "Yes, but I am glad at least one of us know's what they are doing". But Hermione could not for the life of her put a name to the sound of that deep husky voice that had been laced with something as he'd paused to ask her that. Hermione wanted to open her eyes, but was terrified that he would already be awake and watching her, and she did not want to deal with that just now. No, for the first time, all her courage failed her and she was so ready to slip beneath the covers and bury her head and hope that he would leave.
Hermione tried to list all the males that had been at Ginny's birthday, her brothers and cousins of course, as well as the order. But there were also friends from school that had been invited and Hermione found herself thanking Merlin himself that although Harry and Draco had become friendly to one another he had not been invited to this party. The idea of her having been bedded by Malfoy of all people made her stomach heave. Nasty little ferret that he was. She also knew that whoever's arm was tightening around her could not be Ron's. No, when he slept he snored so loudly Hermione was always amazed he didn't wake himself with the noise. The relief from that knowledge was almost as great as knowing that it wasn't Malfoy.
She then considered who else it could be, and wondered had George stayed with her on her walk around the pond or had he followed Luna as she headed back into the party. She found that she didn't mind the idea of George, although she knew the voices didn't match. George had matured a lot since losing Fred, although he was still a terrible flirt and prankster, he and Hermione had formed a kind of bond. Hermione would even go as far to say that they enjoyed a rather strange friendship and she enjoyed his teasing of her being the Gryffindor swotty princess. It actually made Hermione's heart ache, because his teasing of her had been the first signs that he was coming back after losing Fred.
No it wasn't George, Hermione was certain of that. George she remembered now had chased after Luna after she suggested that he had lost his pranking touch demanding that she take it back. Hermione recalled having fallen against a cherry tree laughing as Luna had skipped back to the party after telling him he had become more stuffy that Percy. Hermione stiffened and thought "Oh god no, please don't let this be Percy". Urgh. He was a pompous arse, who always tried to make Hermione feel as though she was intellectually inferior to him. She also knew that she would likely end up in Azkaban for his murder, had she not loved Ginny too much to take another of her brothers away. There wasn't enough drink in the world to get her into bed with that man, and Hermione had often wondered if Percy actually liked girls at all. The thought had Hermione biting back a laugh at him ever attempting to flirt with a girl, he would probably produce a contract that would negate the need for any romance.
The amusement brought back a flash of memory of lips against her ear, a strong warm body behind her as she pressed back against him, his eager hands working magic across her skin. "So fucking beautiful when you laugh" he had uttered, his voice laced with lust and the memory alone had Hermione's libido doing an eager little dance. She knew whoever he was he was sin personified. He had sworn to make her cry out his name and call him master. That he would own her soul that night and Hermione's toes curled as she remembered the way his hips rolled as he thrusted within her. Her nails clawing into his back to pull him back to her, every time his thrusts had him withdrawing. She could feel herself flushing with heat and need at the memory of a head of curls between her legs as he ate her out. This tongue had pressed and flicked against her tender little clit, tormenting her with teasing little licks before sucking hard upon it making her scream in need.
She remembered now being kissed against the entrance of a tent before falling inside entangled together, laughing at their mutual drunkenness but uncaring as to where they fell just as long as the kissing never stopped. He had lost his shirt somewhere along the way and Hermione had taken great joy in tracing the muscles there with her tongue, following each dip and curve as he had groaned beneath her. He had been merciless in his retaliation, making her cry out in need of him as his eager hands had divested of her clothing, but telling her the stockings stayed. She had been shy under his gaze, those crystal blue eyes had burned with intense heat as he had marvelled at her naked flesh. She thought she would go up in flames if he didn't keep touching her, and even when he did it was never enough.
It was then she had found herself begging him to take her, to give her everything she wanted but had no idea how to ask for. He had been slow and gentle at first, easing into her, and distracting her with slow drugging kisses when the pain ripped through her. He had kissed away every fear and doubt until she had relaxed beneath him and then he had set into that rolling rhythm that had her breath catching and her pussy dancing around his cock in pleasure. She blushed scarlet as she recalled him telling her that she "had a beautiful little cunt" and recalled hitting him around the head before he had proceeded to tongue fuck her. She had rarely heard anyone be so crass but Hermione was starting to remember exactly who she was laying in bed with. She could also feel his cock stirring against her stomach and had to bit her lip at the thought of sliding herself back onto it.
Whilst the pain in her temples was a hangover, the pain in her body was a delicious ache, that when coupled with the memories of the night before had her all too eager for a repeat. She could hear people talking through the sides of the tent in hushed voices as it seemed no one was eager to wake and face the early morning sun. Hermione also knew that she was supposed to have gone to bed up at the house in Ginny's room and Molly would no doubt be seeking her out when she found Hermione's bed had not been slept in. She may be of age, but she knew Molly would have no tolerance for premarital relations under her roof. Hermione wondered briefly, if being that she was in a tent, would what happened last night would technically not be a breach of her rules? Hermione knew that really she had no hope in Molly seeing that distinction the way she did and that if Molly chose to walk in now, she would flay Hermione's hide.
Her bed partner was stirring now, and Hermione could feel his fingers trailing along her back and hips, slow up and down movements that were sending shivers across her skin. His breathing had sped up a little and Hermione swore she could feel a ghosting of lips against her aching temple. He was smiling against her skin, she could feel it and Hermione had to refrain from opening her eyes to meet those blue orbs. Instead she nuzzled into his chest, holding him tighter as though he were her pillow and tried to hide from the talk she knew would have to come and the sunlight that was now glaring against her closed eyes. She could hear him laughing as she tried to hide in her chest and she dearly wanted to smack him for it. His hands brushed her curls back, making the light even brighter and she groaned. "Charlie, you are an arsehole". Her eyes snapped open to meet his as his entire body shook from silent laughter. At her glare he erupted into loud uncontrolled laughter.