Charlie didn't know when it happened, but he couldn't stop staring at Hermione. Sure, he hasn't seen her in the three years, but how was it possible for someone to change so much.

He didn't even mean in appearance, although that was greatly altered also, no, he meant that her whole demeanor had changed. Gone was the shy girl who had her face always stuck in a book. She seemed more alluring now, more confident in her own sexuality, probably very aware of how she affected everyone around her.

Charlie knew that back in the day, Hermione had had a bit of a thing for him. He had felt her eyes follow him everywhere he went, and it had made him feel extremely uncomfortable. It was so ironic, that now Charlie craved those eyes on him so badly. They had only met his once when she had politely greeted him from across the table.

All the Weasley's had shown up for a family dinner, which was unusual as some members didn't even live in the country.

Hermione was the only "child" living in The Burrow. Molly had refused to let her live alone after her parents had both died in a horrendous car accident a few months ago. Hermione was still grieving and was thankful she could have Molly's motherly arms around her when she was feeling a bit down.

Thanks to the chaos that always followed when the entire Weasley family was together, Molly had only managed to get supper on the table at ten o'clock, and that was when a very drunk Hermione stumbled in to the Kitchen, giggling softly.

She stopped dead when ten pairs of eyes settled on her.

Hermione shrugged and grinned sheepishly, "Sorry, my superior at the bank insisted on have a meeting at the Leaky Cauldron, and you know goblins, if you don't match them drink for drink, they get all offended."

She walked a few more steps in, trying not to sway too badly. "Oh, hello everyone!"

Everyone started laughing, but not Charlie. He was too busy trying to get his jaw off the floor. Hermione had obviously gone to change clothes before going to the Leaky Cauldron, because if those were the clothes she wore to work, all the goblins at Gringotts were sure to get a heart attack.

She was wearing muggle clothes; skinny jeans, black corset top thing that pushed her breasts up and strappy high heels. Her hair was darker than he remembered, less mouse brown and more of a chocolate brown, it was hanging, straight as a ruler down her back, stopping at her waist.

Her eyes were the same though, he pondered, brown but with gold near her pupils. These eyes were lined black, bringing out the color. Her eyelashes were so long, they nearly touched her beautifully winged eyebrows.

"Charlie?" His glazed eyes moved stupidly to his mothers. "Charlie! Are you listening to me?" She practically yelled at him. He shook his head out of his daze and wanted to kick himself. He must have looked like such a tool just sitting there staring at Hermione.

"I am listening, mother."

"What did I say then?"

Charlie sighed to himself, stumped.

"I don't know."

"Hmmph," Molly scoffed, "then why did you say you were?"

He could hear Fred and George snickering. He was going to kill them.

"Mum, I have a lot on my mind, alright?"

"No, it isn't alright. Why were you staring at Hermione?"

Charlie groaned, oh no, now he was in for it. She was definitely not going to let this go and worse, now the whole table was snorting under their breath. He quickly glanced at Hermione, she was staring at the roof, pretending she had no idea what was going on.

Smart girl.

"Was I?

"You know you were, Charlie Weasley!"

"Mum, you're mental." He said exasperated, "I was staring into space, how am I supposed to help where I look?"

"Hmmph," She grunted again, conceding he hoped, "Well, do so from now on or you will give me the wrong idea!"

Charlie rolled his eyes and said sarcastically, "Oh no, not that, anything but the wrong idea!"

"You mind your manners, young man. I am still your mother!" Molly always said that to her kids when she lost an argument.

"Yes ma'am!" Charlie saluted.

"As I was saying, how long are you planning on staying?"

"Two weeks?" He said uncertain, unsure of his mother's mood.

"No," Molly said, "Hermione's birthday is in three weeks and I expect the whole family to make it to the party I'm going to organize."

She gave the whole family in question "that" look which dared them to defy her and they all murmured their consent.

Molly nodded, satisfied.

Hermione looked at Molly and said softly, "Thanks Molly. You really don't have to but it's good to be included in a big family." Everyone muttered their fondness for her and Harry, who was sitting next to her, patted her on the arm.

"That's perfectly alright, my dear," Molly said, tearing up, "You know you're like a daughter to me."

Ron rolled his eyes, "Oh brother," and had to duck as three sets of hands coming for his head.

Hermione giggled, still a bit tipsy. She caught Charlie's eye finally and smiled. Charlie felt his chest tighten, not to mention his nether regions. He cleared his throat and smiled back, shifting in his chair uncomfortably.

The meal went quite smoothly after that, if you consider it smooth for one of Fred's fireworks to go off in his pocket, but then again, there was always something happening around the twins.

Hermione was still swaying slightly in her seat and kept throwing glances at Charlie to see if he was noticing her. She thought she was succeeding when Molly demanded to know why he was staring at her, but he had had a valid excuse. Didn't she do the same thing when she was deep in thought? Besides, he hadn't looked at her since.

Bleak at the thought, that she was just as unnoticeable to him as she had been all those years ago, she frowned into her pudding moodily.

She glanced up quickly when she heard his deep baritone, for her ears only.

"Is there something wrong with your pudding, Hermione?"

"No, no. It's fine. I don't think I'm hungry anymore anyway."

She was trying to avoid looking directly into his eyes, but she kept getting drawn in by his green eyes. Damn he was sexy.

Hermione had had a crush on Charlie Weasley the minute she saw him. She had always had a thing about a broad physique and she had many times seen him shirtless when he went swimming with his brothers. Broad chest, muscled pectorals, washboard abs and not to mention those arms, rippled with muscle. One of her favorite fantasies was of him, dragging her into those arms, where he would only let go once she was completely satisfied.

She rubbed her thighs together under the table in delight.

She slowly came back to reality and focused on Charlie's face. He was leaning forward across the table slightly and his eyes were fixed on her face intently.

"Tell me what you were thinking about, 'Mione." He said seductively, softly.

Hermione blushed deeply, shaking her head slightly at him.

He leaned back again, not taking his eyes off of her.

When everyone had finished their dessert, she stood abruptly.

"I think I'm going to go for a walk. I'm still feeling a bit dizzy."

Molly just glanced up, barely listening. "Yes dear."

Hermione kicked off her heels at the door and made her escape.

Once she was clear of the door, she made a run for it. She didn't stop until she was behind a massive oak across the field.

Hermione leaned back against the tree, closing her eyes and gave a great sigh. She felt lightness in her tummy and a throbbing between her legs that only meant one thing. How was she supposed to keep her feelings to herself when just the sight of Charlie made her want to jump him?

She was trying to calm down and think about other things but Charlie's image kept popping up in her head.

She started rubbing her thighs together again, imagining Charlie touching her. Hermione started sneaking her hand down her stomach, widening her legs a bit. She undid her belt buckle and popped the top button of her jeans.

In her head, Charlie was pushing her against this very tree and his hand was cupping her roughly through her jeans. The real Hermione had now pushed her hand under her panties and with her middle finger, started stroking her nub. It was slipping over it easily, as she had already soaked her panties through back at the table.

She was moaning softly and began thrusting her hips to the rhythm of her hand. It usually took her awhile to reach her completion but she was definitely feeling really aroused. Hermione had just gotten her fingers over the perfect spot when she sensed a presence in front of her… and looked right up into Charlie's beautiful blue eyes, not six inches away from hers, and gasped.

.

Charlie watched Hermione leave out the back door and wanted so badly to follow her. He waited five minutes and sneaked off when he knew no one was paying attention, which was usually when his family was in the middle of an argument.

He felt the night air on his face and started scanning the garden for Hermione. She was nowhere to be seen.

Should he look around the immediate garden or should he look past the boundaries?

Charlie walked out the small gate and began walking towards the middle of the field. He passed the large oak about ten meters away, when he abruptly stopped. Was that a moan?

He glanced toward the shadows of the oak and saw movement. He started inching closer and he saw glowing skin against the faint moonshine coming through the gaps of the tree.

When Charlie was about five meters away, he froze in place.

There was Hermione, leaning against the tree with her head thrown back, her hand down the front of her jeans and it was very obvious what she was doing.

Her hips were thrusting gently and she was breathing hard. She would hold her breath only to exhale with a loud whoosh, and he knew she was trying to get the rhythm exactly right in order to bring her to ecstasy. It was the most erotic thing Charlie had ever seen in his life and he felt his pants tighten painfully.

Was it because of him that she was out here playing with herself. Well, he was damn well going to find out.

Charlie walked over to her, trying to make noise to alert her to his presence, but she didn't even open her eyes.

They were now toe to toe and Charlie fought himself not to touch her, he kept just staring at her face, mesmerized.

Hermione seemed to sense him because her head came up and her eyes snapped open. She let out a gasp and started to turn red.

"Tell me who you're thinking about, 'Mione."

Her lips parted and her eyes stared deeply into his for a few long moments.

"You," She whispered.

"Good." He stated calmly before he swooped down to claim her lips.

They fit perfectly together, as he nibbled on her bottom lip and sucked on her tongue. Hermione couldn't believe this was happening, she had dreamed about this countless time but damn, was reality so much better. It seemed to really hit her then and all she wanted to do was touch him all over, feel every part of him.

Charlie felt Hermione pull her hand out of her pants and he caught it, bringing her wet fingers to his face and inhaling her scent. He then popped each finger into his mouth, licking it clean of her essence. She gasped at the sensation.

He release her hand and began to kiss, lick and bite along her jaw, nipping at her earlobe and kissing and sucking his way down the column of her throat.

Hermione was in the mean time pushing her hands under his t-shirt, desperately wanting to feel hot skin under her finger tips. She felt each ridge of his abdomen, going further up over the slope of his pecs. She felt for his nipples and lightly ran a finger nail over it, causing Charlie to hiss in pleasure, distracting him from his ministrations.

She pulled back and took the hem of his t-shirt and pulled it over his head, leaning back to better view him and she felt a delicious pull between her thighs.

"God, you're so beautiful." She gasped.

He was standing straight and tall, looking down at her with hooded eyes, hands on her hips.

She couldn't help herself; all she wanted to do was taste him. Running her hand down his stomach again, she looked on in fascination when she saw it ripple. She leaned forward and ran her tongue over his nipple, while her other hand was pinching his other one, oh so gently.

Charlie exhaled loudly running his hands up and down her sides, his head thrown back in delirium. Hermione was starting to kissing down his belly, following the intriguing line of hair going form his navel and disappearing into his pants.

She started undoing his buckle, when his hand shot out to stop her. She looked up at him enquiringly.

He never said a word, just went for her corset top, battling to remove it before finally finding a zip at the back. He unzipped it slowly savouring the sight of the material coming looser and looser, until it fluttered to the ground, and a sharp intake of breath was heard from Charlie.

He ran his hands up her ribs and gently cupped her breasts with his thumb and forefinger, pushing them up so her nipples were tilted at the perfect angle for his mouth to descend.

Running his tongue around the areola, he was careful to not let any part of her nipple come near his tongue. She moaned and grabbed handfuls of his hair, demanding that he stop teasing her. She could feel him smile against her and that was when he brought his teeth into play, carefully rolling it around her nipple and soothing it with his tongue. Charlie finally closed his lips around it and sucked hard, causing Hermione's to buck her hips involuntarily into his

Charlie gave her nipple a sweet departing kiss, before giving her other nipple the same attention.

He began kissing his way down her flat tummy, taking each side of her jeans and panties in his hands and easing them slowly down her hips and legs. She still had his hair in her hands and used his head for balance, while she kicked her jeans off completely.

He was kissing her pubic bone, then skipping the part of her that needed the most attention completely, he licked his way along each of her inner thighs.

"Don't tease me," she moaned, gripping his hair even tighter.

Charlie slowly came back to her centre and blew hot air onto her, causing a shiver to run down her spine.

Her stance widened and he stroked a finger over her slit, making her moan loudly and lean back against the tree again.

He brought a forearm under one knee, bringing it up so it could rest over his shoulder, widening her even more. He parted her lovingly and inhaled her scent, starting to rub her clit gently with his thumb, making her sigh. He did this for some time, flicking it from side to side, enjoying the sounds she made.

He then replaced his thumb with his tongue, altering between lapping at her, to making his tongue sharp and flicking her clit fast.

When she was moaning and thrusting her hips gently into his mouth, he held her still with one hand on her hip and his other hand came up to thrust a finger inside her. She thrashed for a second, held still by his strong hand while he kept the same rhythm. He squeezed another finger into her, his palm facing toward him, bending his fingers into a come-hither fashion and started rubbing his fingers against her front walls. She was moaning loudly now in a constant stream, Charlie not stopping even for a second.

The minute she started thrashing wildly, pumping her hips and rolling her head against the tree trunk in almost ecstasy, he stopped and stood up.

Hermione gasped in outrage and Charlie smirked at the look on her face, while he was undoing the button on his jeans.

"I'm not going to leave you unsatisfied, baby," he said softly, "I just need to feel your first orgasm around my cock."

He shoved his pants down, catching his briefs along the way.

Hermione gasped at the size of him. God, it was perfect, long and thick and she had never wanted anything so badly in her life.

He lifted her against him and she wrapped her legs around his waist with the tree at her back. His forearm was supporting her weight under her bottom, as his other hand grasped the base of his cock. He brought it to her entrance, which was wet with her cream and his saliva, and gently pushed the head in.

"So tight, baby, so tight." He gasped, as his breath let out with a load exhale.

He got another inch in and pulled out slightly, then pushing in again, deeper. Easing out slowly again, nearly coming out before swiftly embedding himself to the hilt, feeling her stretch around him.

Charlie stayed still like that for a few moments, gritting his teeth while Hermione got used to his girth. When he felt her hips moving for more, he began fucking her with a pace so languished, Hermione thought she had died and gone to hell. He let her experience his entire length, pulling out slowly so only the tip was in her, then tilting his hips slightly when he pushed back in, so his cock would drag across her clit and inner walls, again and again. He kept this up for a long time, squeezing her buttock in both his hands as his thighs straining every time he thrust.

All this time, Charlie never took his eyes off her face.

Hermione was panting and moaning, head thrown back in pleasure and concentration. He knew she was afraid to move in case she lost the sensation of his beautiful fucking, as her breathing became shorter and faster, her nails digging into his shoulders.

She cried out suddenly and he felt her inner muscles flutter around him and then clamping down on his cock so, his knees nearly buckled. Locking them together, he kept thrusting through her clenching muscles, determined not to come just yet.

It seemed to go on for minutes, as she kept moaning and clenching and when she finally collapsed in his arms, he was still rock hard inside of her.

He had stopped, waiting for her to recover and to be quite honest, waiting for his control to come firmly back in place. He had never felt such a perfect cunt around him in his whole life.

When her eyes fluttered open, they widened in surprise when she felt him still inside of her and Charlie grinned at her cockily.

"It's not over yet, love. I'm going to make you come again." She groaned in lust and attacked his mouth again.

Charlie laid her down in the soft grass and watched as his cock emerged from her slowly, until he was out. He bent her knees, pushing them together so her legs were closed. He placed her shins against his chest and pushed her thighs against her breasts. Placing his cock at her entrance, he pushed through her tight muscles, made tighter from her position, until he was fully in to the hilt. Pulling out slowly, just to feel it again, he thrust into her much faster until his balls bounced against her bum.

Where there first position was slow and easy, this coupling was fast and out of control. Hermione could already feel her orgasm building up, thanks to her closed legs, building a delicious friction.

She was moaning, completely at Charlie's mercy as he continued the frenzied pace which soon had her clenching around him again. Charlie groaned at the restraint but kept pumping into her.

The minute he felt her tremors begin to recede, he let himself go completely. Thrusting wildly into her, muttering a spell and spilling his seed deep inside of her, pumping and pumping until there was nothing left.

He fell on top of her, lazy and replete.