Disclaimer: The world of Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling. I just enjoy playing with her characters and world.

A/n: I'm writings this for the "Snakes and Ladders Challenge on HPFC. Combining it with "The If You Dare Challenge".

The If You Dare Challenge Prompt: Midlife Crisis (#260)

After the Reception

Okay, so he wasn't totally sure this counted as a midlife crisis, considering that he was not yet even in his thirties. But it was a little hard to digest that he was the last, remaining, single Weasley. Hell, even Ronnie had beaten him to it. But for the life of him, he couldn't find a woman that he could love more than dragons.

His family just drove him bananas! There was a reason he went to study dragons all the way in Romania, apart from the fact that the dragon reserve in Romania happened to have an opening at the time. But... to be honest, there weren't a hell of a lot of crazy people who wanted to deal with dragons on a daily basis, and if he wanted, he could have gotten a job in the preserve in Wales long ago.

Of course, there hadn't been a choice in coming home. After all, its not every day your baby sister gets married.

Which was what lead him to his current predicament, laying on his back, heart racing, sweating bullets.

He turned to look at the witch, laying to his right on her stomach, completely nude, her hazel eyes smiling at him. There was a wicked smirk on her pretty, and extremely youthful features.

Too youthful.

But at least she was nineteen and not underaged. She was also, one of her sister's team mates on the Hollyhead Harpies... a chaser, if he was not mistaken... it was why her body was so damn fit.

"That was amazing," he couldn't help panting. Though she was only nineteen, she seemed to have quite a lot of experience.

"Right back at you," the girl replied with a wink, before sitting up and pushing her long, silky dark hair over her right shoulder in order to let her neck breathe.

His blue eyes were immediately drawn to the perfect, perky, grapefruit-sized mounds on her chest, tipped with coral colored nipples. Heat uncoiled from his belly and he could feel his groin tighten at the sight. Merlin, he just wanted to take her nipples in his mouth and massaged those perfectly rounded...

The smirking girl looked down at his recovering erection, and raised a brow. "Wow, for an old man... that you can get it up so quickly is very impressive."

"You know, you could put that mouth of yours to better use," he teased right back as he took her hips in his large hands and pulled her into his lap, making her straddled his hips. She rubbed against him as she looked down at him haughtily, somehow the look on her face making him all the more hard.

Grabbing hold onto her hips, he thrust his now fully erect member all the way inside her, causing her to gasp and buck agains him.

She sneered down at him and shook her head. "You Gryffindors, no fucking sense of patience..." she moaned as she started to move her hips in sync to his thrust.

Charlie wasn't certain how to respond cleverly in turn, without insulting the Slytherin now riding his cock. Though experienced, she felt wonderfully tight around him, and there was no denying that that, had a good deal to do with his impaired thought process.

Well, he thought. If this was a midlife crisis, he didn't really see what was so bad about them. As far as he could see, fucking a gorgeous girl ten years younger than him, who knew how to ride so well, was nothing to complain about.

~FIN~

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