Disclaimer I do not own Harry Potter, plain & simple: this is the last disclaimer for this story so memorize: I DO NOT OWN THIS, JUST POSSIBLY THE IDEA!
"Hermione, seriously, it's a party for my brother, not a business meeting." Ginny whined as she watched her friend pull shirt after shirt to match with a skirt or trousers.
"I know, I know. I just want to look nice." Hermione's face held the slightest touch of distress.
"I suggest you wear the spring green dress with the darker half jacket, it really brings out your eyes."
"I guess, but I look bloated in it."
"No, you don't. Now stop, and put them on." The clothes floated out of the closet and drifted over to the bed were they settle.
With slight trepidation she picks up the dress, the soft cashmere brushes against her skin and she shivers, Ginny smiles and leaves the room with a slight bounce in her step.
"Put them on. I expect to see you downstairs in 10 minutes." With a laugh, Ginny left the room, and Hermione, alone.
Hermione begins her dressing ritual by tugging off her faded levis and the oversized sweater that kept the cool English wind from touching her skin, she shivered as the cooler air of the room rushed over her heated skin. Holding her hair in one hand and the dress in another, Hermione manages to get herself into the form fitting dress that stops just above her knees and brushes lightly over her legs. She looks at herself in the mirror and the smile that had graced her lips faded, the dress was simply designed with a v-neck that exposed the tops of her white breasts and long straight lines to her knees. A tie at the front that pulled tighter to accentuate her smooth graceful curves, contrary to what many people thought, she was a woman and could look like one if she wanted.
The mirror could tell no lies about her form, small pert breasts, a flat stomach with an average waist and gently flaring hips that slid into long white legs, she wasn't perfect but she wasn't unattractive either. The dress had thin sleeves of gossamer that were covered by the warm hunter green half jacket, the entire outfit brought out the deep chocolaty brown and lighter cinnamon color that flecked her eyes. Hermione let out a breath and smiled at the mirror, to her the smile appeared like a grimace, she closed her eyes a moment and took deep calming breaths. 'It's just a kid party, Hermione, chill.' Her hands shook for a moment as she opened the door and stepped out, closing the door behind her, she smiled to herself once more then made her way to the railing and looked over, Ron and Lavender where talking in the hall with Harry and Ginny. Hermione closed her eyes as memories of Michael wash over her, her friends were in love and all she could show for herself was an ex, Hermione tried to convince herself that Michael was a prick and quickly banished him from her mind.
"Hermione!" Ginny squeals. "You look great!"
"Yea." Ron grunts, smiling.
Hermione blushed and remembered that she was standing next to the railing staring at them, she laughs and walks down the stairs towards the group. Noncommittally she whispers her thank you and walks behind the group with Ginny into the dining room of the burrow, the rich heavy laughter of everyone in the room fills it.
"So where's this Michael we've been dying to meet?" Harry said.
The smile that Hermione had been wearing fell, Ginny noticed the sudden change in her emotional state and took her hand.
"We… broke up." She said loudly and tried to smile again.
"He doesn't deserve you anyway." Harry said with a sympathetic smile.
"Yea." She said and tried to forget Michael.
"Sorry for mentioning him."
"It's no problem."
"Okay that's enough! No more talking of depressing subjects."
Hermione smiled as Mrs. Weasley bustled through the crowd and kissed her cheek, she returned the hug wholeheartedly then stepped back so Mrs. Weasley could examine her.
"That dress looks delightful on you dear."
"Thank you."
Hermione smiled at the woman who could be considered her second mother, youth still radiated from the woman who stood with an almost regal bearing, flame red hair dusted with silver drew the eye but her warm, giving personality made her unique. Time didn't seem to touch her, her face was warm and hopeful with large brown eyes with tiny laugh lines around the edges; her complexion was creamy white with a tinge of red on her defined cheekbones. Molly Weasley wasn't a delicate woman by half; she was a robust woman with 7 children and a loving husband and controlled her family like a general.
"Charlie! What are you doing to the cake?! Keep your dirty little fingers off my cake! No!"
Hermione turned her head to see who Mrs. Weasley was yelling at, suddenly she found that she couldn't breathe, her chest felt like all the air had been forced out of her lungs, Molly had walked over to, in Hermione's estimation, a god. A tall, rugged looking man with a lighter shade of red hair was talking to her and laughing, his arms were bare and rippled with muscles, his hands were as large as sledgehammers but to her seemed gentle as they touched Molly's back.
"You know, he's probably going to notice if you keep staring at him."
"What?" Hermione couldn't take her eyes off of him.
"Hermione…"
Hermione wasn't listening anymore because she suddenly noticed that Molly was pointing at her and talking to the man.
"It's Charlie." Ginny said in her ear.
"Huh?"
"Charlie."
"Really?" Hermione looked away from the god and looked at Ginny.
"Yea."
"Wow."
"That's all you can say?"
Hermione couldn't say anything at all, she was looking at Charlie again, now he was talking to Molly again and looking at her, 'Oh my god, he's looking at me.' His eyes were a warm brown as they looked into hers, fire spread through her body as his eyes drifted to her breasts, her nipples tingled and hardened to diamond points. Embarrassment flooded her body, her palms began to sweat and her heart started to pound against her ribcage, she averted her eyes instantly and turned back to Ginny.
"He's looking at you." She said, smiling.
"Is not!"
"Oh, babe, yes he is."
Blood raced to her face and flushed it red.
"He's coming over here."
"Uh… uh….." Hermione stuttered and fiddled with the pleats in her skirt.
"Here he comes."
She looked around for an exit, anyway to escape the imminent embarrassment; she could find no way to gracefully leave Ginny's company or this party without seeming rude.
"Hello." A thick baroque called to her, the voice made her body respond instantly.
She turned and smiled brightly at him. "Hi, my name's Hermione." Nervousness tinged her voice.
"Charlie." She could felt herself melting.
"Weasley?" she laughed.
"How could you tell?" he asked, laughing with her. "I was just noticing you over there, you're an attractive woman if I do say so myself."
"How…. blunt and flattering, but I'm in a relationship."
"I'm sorry?" he looked confused.
"Uh…." 'Think, Hermione, think.' She thought to herself. "Never mind."
Hermione turned around and walked away, her embarrassment complete.
Charlie
Charlie wondered for a moment what he had said that had made her walk away, he didn't dwell on it however, mostly because this was his party and his girlfriend was currently in the hospital. He shouldn't be thinking about sexy brunettes with legs that went on forever and how her slinky dress moved over her hips, yes, she was a very attractive woman. He should be turned off by the fact that she was book smart with a boyfriend… or girlfriend he thought with trepidation though she didn't like the kind of woman who would enjoy another woman's company. Hermione Granger. Interesting.
"C'mon, Charlie! They're serving gin and tonics at the bar!" Ron cried from somewhere behind him.
"Yea, I'm coming." But somehow he just couldn't take his eyes off of her.
When Charlie finally took his eyes away from her he was smiling his signature sexy smile and walked up to the bar, sitting on one of the many stools that his parents had set up for his 27th.
"Scotch, neat." He said in a smooth voice.
A drink in a crystal tumbler appeared before him, amber liquid glinted inside the small container as he brought it close to his lips; just before it touched he took a deep inhalation. A slight spicy, warm scent wafted from the glass, satisfied Charlie took a drink feeling the warmth trail down his throat and curl in his stomach. Around him his friends patted him on the back and wished him a happy birthday, a woman at the end of the bar lifted green bedroom eyes to him and fluttered her long black lashes. Charlie smiled politely and lifted his glass as a salute then returned to his drink, which was now empty, he signaled the bartender for another and began talking to Ron and Harry.
Three hours went by in a blink, he heard laughter all around him, especially one particular witch who was plaguing his mind, he looked around but couldn't see her. The party was still going strong, no matter that most of the guests were now raving drunk and the cake had been demolished in a matter of seconds. Even his mother was slightly tipsy on the champagne she had been drinking for a good part of the night.
"You're really cute, do you know that?" a woman behind him said.
"So I've been told."
Charlie was surprised to find Hermione Granger was the one who had spoken; even in his drunken stupor he could see that she was beautiful. He took her hand suddenly, without provocation and brought it to his lips, her skin was silky smooth and slightly cold.
"Are you cold?" he asked her.
"Not really, just a little chilly."
"Come with me." He said suddenly.
"Where are we going?"
"Upstairs."
"Why?"
"Shhhh."
Hermione
Somehow, the both of them made it up the stairs to the top landing, tripping and giggling all the way up, Charlie pulled her close at stumbled towards his door. Hermione giggled and held on to his arm tight, not wanting to fall, when they made it to the door both of them stopped and stared at the door for a long moment. Charlie wrapped his long muscular arm around her to her opposite hip, resting his fingers on the soft swell of her waist.
"You are a wonderfully attractive woman." He declared.
"Thank you." She slurred and giggled.
Hermione's eyes strayed for a moment from his bright brown eyes to his lips, they were perfect with tiny creases and just the right shade of pink, a short gasp came from her lips when Charlie pulled her close so that both of his hands rested on her hips. Her breasts were crushed against the strong sinews of his chest, they tingled and hardened, flashes of sensation rushed through her body as he lips descended on hers and ravaged her mouth. Hermione closed her eyes and felt him shift so her back was up against the door, he touched his shoulders, steely strength strained beneath his thin black t-shirt, and instinctively she slid her arms up from his shoulders to encircle his neck.
With only a little pressure from his tongue and his fingers on her chin, she opened her mouth and felt his tongue sweep inside, a tiny moan fluttered up from her throat.
"Say yes." He whispered when they finally broke for air.
"Yes." She said on a breathy sigh.
"Say you want me."
"I want you."
In some part of her mind, Hermione knew that Michael never could have made her feel this way, this forbidden heat that drew Charlie and her together. They barely knew each other and yet she seemed to know him intimately, his hand slid down from her hips to her butt, with one hand he lifted her, using one arm as a shelf. With the other hand he fumbled with the door, it swung open and the both of them stumbled into the room, drunk and passion dazed. Charlie didn't stop kissing her until they both crashed onto the bed, then he lifted his head to give her a lazy smile and pulled off his t-shirt, revealing a strong, muscled chest. Hair arrowed from his long torso all the way down to the waistband of his jeans, when he had maneuvered so his shirt came off he laid back down on top of her, Hermione relished in the heat that sparked when their bodies touched.
Next came Hermione's jacket, Charlie slid it over her white shoulders and threw it away from the bed, in the dark he fumbled with the tiny white buttons on the back of her dress, each sliding out of it's hole slowly until the back of her dress was open wide. He slid one hand into the V created by the opening in her dress and touched her silky back, he groaned at the simple contact of flesh to flesh.
"Wait. Wait!" she cried.
"Too late." He said quietly.
"Oh God…. more…. Please….wait…."
"Babe, it's too late." He echoed, she heard the rasp of his zipper.
"More, Charlie, more." She moaned as he yanked the straps of her dress over her shoulders, her breasts were clad in a white lacy bra that shimmered in the moonlight.
"I'm gonna owe you for this one." He said quietly just before ripping the front of her bra and throwing that along with her jacket and his shirt.
"More." She moaned.
His mouth searched for hers as he leaned forward, catching one breast in his hand, Hermione arched off the bed as his thumb and index finger clamped around her nipple. His tongue ravished her mouth slowly as his fingers kneaded her soft but firm breast, tiny moans and whimpers bubbled up in her throat. Reluctantly Charlie pulled away from her and stood up, her eyes reflected her confusion, he smiled and pulled down his jeans and boxers, her eyes widen in reaction to his erection. He smiled and leaned over, whispering in her ear and pulling the dress down over her waist and legs, in the moonlight that sliced through his window he saw her milky white breasts, his eyes trailed over her body, touching on her flat stomach and long white legs. A small patch of white lace covered her womanhood, her warm sensual scent drifted up to him and he couldn't help but pull her underwear off as well.
They were both naked now, her soft feminine body pitted against his hard masculine one, he laid back down on top of her gently, crushing her to the bed. His mouth caught hers as his hands trailed over her body pausing on her thigh before sinking between their bodies and touching her most sensitive part. Her hips shot off
the bed and began grinding against his, he smiled a arrogant smile and began to rotate his fingers. Hermione moaned and arched.
"You're ready for me."
"I can't wait anymore, Charlie. You're driving me crazy."
"Babe, it's only the beginning."
He settled his lower body between her thighs, lifting her knees so that he was cradled in the valley of her body. Hermione tossed her head back and forth, captured in her orgasm until with one touch Charlie sent her over the edge, pleasure racked her body with tremors. She felt sated and satisfied but she couldn't help but feel frustrated, her hands fluttered over his chest and reached around to his back, he kissed her throat sliding down to her collarbone and placing a kiss in the hollow, her pulse raced against his lips.
Suddenly Hermione felt a stretching sensation between her legs and knew that he was entering her, she arched again, her body already racing with pleasure. With one thrust he was buried to hilt inside of her body, he stopped for a moment, using all of his self control to wait until she was ready. Charlie looked down at her, her eyes were open and full of passionate desire, he felt her arch and grind against him.
"Wait, just wait." He ground out.
"Please, Charlie."
"I don't want to hurt you."
"Hurry, please."
Charlie ground his teeth and withdrew to the tip before surging into her body once more, her inner muscles began to convulse around him, he was buried deep inside of her body moving at a steady rhythm that drove her crazy beneath him. Once again she climaxed, arching and screaming her pleasure, several moments later Charlie joined her, speeding his thrusts and poured himself into her. Almost immediately they fell asleep, Charlie on top of Hermione.
Author's Notes:
-This is a prequel to Wasted .
-hope you like.. and review. NO FLAMES!