Five times it didn't quite click...

(because first time was the charm)

„Hermione, it… it really was something..." Charlie Weasley said, as he rolled off the young woman's body, groaning. "Something... wonderful! Argh, help me find the word!"

Hermione chuckled. "I can try, but I have no idea what you're thinking."

"Oh, still such a tease!" Charlie laughed and gathering all his strength, he pushed himself up for another kiss. He was completely spent, but Hermione still looked like someone experiencing an orgasm. He pushed himself to sit and leaned closer to her, cupping one of her breasts, peppering her neck with kisses until she shuddered in pleasure.

"This is my favourite part," Hermione admitted. "When I'm still coming off of the last orgasm, and ah," she moaned. "This! Getting some more on my way down," she explained, her voice faltering a few times.

"And I'm happy to help you," Charlie whispered.

Another few minutes later Hermione fell back to her pillow, she too completely satisfied. Charlie was already recovering; amusement twinkling in his eyes while he was watching the witch trying to catch her breath.

"Something to eat? Drink? Are you staying the night?" he asked. She nodded; she would need to stay for a while at least. Charlie was very thorough, her bones and muscles felt like jelly.

He was also quite chatty, as it turned out. He brought some snacks and butterbeer, opening one bottle for Hermione. "Suit yourself." He put the tray within reach for the both of them.

"I usually ask the ladies if they had a pleasant time, but this question seems kind of pointless."

Hermione looked at him in disbelief: "Are you kidding me? I can't remember the last time I had so much fun!" She was a bit anxious saying it; most men didn't like her calling sex fun, but Charlie's calm yet wicked grin assured her that he was of the same opinion.

"Where were you, love of my life?" he laughed, kissing her sensually.

"Where were you, since I've spent almost a decade around your family," she replied. Charlie suspected there was a deeper meaning to her words – there was a hint of sadness and self-deprecation in her smile, but his mind was too slow. After another few minute though, it clicked.

"You've been with Fred."

Hermione's smile confirmed it. "How do you know?"

"Come on, it's all there. You are experienced, I could tell. You've been around my family for a long time and I have many brothers."

"That, you have," she raised her bottle, and drank. "What makes you think it was Fred?"

"He's very much like me, I doubt he would pass up the opportunity of... well... you. And actually, I told him that sex is fun. I'm glad he passed it on to you," he raised his bottle, Hermione mimicking his action.

"To Fred, the best of your brothers," she said absent-mindedly. Charlie was already swallowing the butterbeer, but her words made him sputter.

"The best of my brothers?"

This time it was Hermione, who had difficulties keeping down her drink, her eyes growing ridiculously large. She was clearly looking for a way to get out of this uncomfortable situation, but Charlie couldn't let her go, not now, when she just hinted at the most interesting topic Charlie would ever hear.

He caught her wrist and gently pulled her back closer to his body. "My, my Hermione, how many of my brothers did you slept with?" he whispered in her ear. She was quickly turning scarlet, fidgeting half-heartedly to get away, but she had no chance against the well-built dragontamer. Charlie was kissing again the spot on her neck – which she so carelessly revealed to be her very sensitive spot – and firmly keeping her in place on the bed.

"You... you are insufferable!" She pushed him away, but he was grinning like a Cheshire cat, and Hermione couldn't really blame him. She was the slut here, after all, who couldn't even keep her mouth shut.

"Oh, come on! Fred and who?" She pouted stubbornly, and Charlie had another suspicion: "They don't even know about each other, right? Well, I'll never tell anyone, I swear!" He was glad that she couldn't entirely see his face, because he couldn't suppress the grin spreading on his lips. She looked a bit hurt, though, so he continued with the kisses. He felt it when the tension left her body and she came to the decision to spill it at once.

"All," she muttered under her breath, so Charlie stopped for a moment.

"All of them? Really?"

"Yes," she turned towards him. "Since you are so interested, I slept with all of your brothers, and now you, too. Does that bother you? However, I really don't want it to get back to your mother, since she had already crucified me once for mere gossips... you know, it doesn't really matter. I just don't want anyone to know."

"I think I know what you are talking about," he chuckled. "I know my mother, she would be livid. I'm sorry to say it, but I don't think you would be welcomed to the Burrow." He was keen on enhancing the Drama Factor, but Hermione was way too annoyed – and way too dangerous.

"Yeah, that is what made the guys keep silent," Hermione smirked. "They like having me around, and they all remember said... or rather, unsaid incident."

Charlie's laugh filled the room.

"Anyone ever told you to use your brain for good?" he teased, and Hermione smiled, relieved: for once in her life, someone admired her shrewdness, not simply her knowledge. Yeah, Charlie and Fred had definitely had much in common. "So you are keeping all my brothers tiptoeing around you, while playing with whichever you like, or is this a once-in-a-lifetime thing?" he asked for clarifications, clearly interested in the story. Hermione sighed: she was a grown witch after all, she should own up to her actions.

"It all started with Fred," she started. "We all were cooped up in that dreadful house at the Grimmauld Place, everyone irritated by the crowd and the closeness. We couldn't get out even for a walk. I still don't know why - the point is it was tense and we were constantly at each others' throats after a while. During a particularly bad argument between Molly, Sirius and Ginny, Fred sat down next to me. I was sitting on my hands, trying to stay put and definitely not get involved – especially not involvong my wand –, but I was ready to explode, ready to tear down the head of the next person who talked to me. He just sat down, looked me in the eye, and announced: 'I know a way to relieve stress.' I scoffed and pretty much ignored him, but he was relentless, and a couple of days later..."

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A/N: Hi Everyone! I started shipping Fred and Hermione around a month ago. Ridiculous, I know, but lately I was out of the Harry Potter fandom, and back then I only read and wrote in Hungarian, so I've never been exposed to this fantastic pairing. I love them together, they are perfect.

Becoming their fan, of course I started to map out possible plotlines to get them together on my way. I usually write about darker characters, so I admit, I have a bit of trouble with them, but then, the idea of this story came to mind: Hermione sleeping with all of the Weasley boys. Yup. I tried to keep all of them in character (at least according to my take on their characters.) By the end of the story, I think all will be explained. It's not long, but already finished - seven chapter and around 12k words.

Also, I warn you that English is not my first language, so feel free to correct me if I made mistakes. I'm sure I did some; I found that every fandom has its distinct language: vocabulary, style, etc. I've not read much in the English Harry Potter fandom yet, so if you accidentally find an unrecognizable name, don't hesitate to ask - perhaps I used our translation :)

I hope you liked the first chapter! Bringing the next one soon (reviews may encourage me ;) ). Thanks for reading!

SV