Chapter 2

Hermione looked down at the dark red head nestled on her stomach and felt butterflies. It had actually happened, she couldn't believe it.

She ran her fingers through his hair, which was slightly damp with perspiration, and felt Charlie rumble something against her. He looked up at her, resting his chin on her diaphragm and gave her a charming smile.

'You were amazing, Hermione.'

Hermione smiled ruefully, 'Well, you know, I didn't do much. You did all the work.'

Placing a gentle kiss on the glowing skin under her chin, he stated, 'I can definitely say for certain, that it was my pleasure.'

Hermione brushed his hair with her fingers again and made to get up, when Charlie took her by the hips, and rolled onto his back. She was sprawled on top of him, looking down into his laughing eyes.

'I'm not quite ready to let you go.' He chuckled.

Hermione sighed, perfectly happy with that. Besides the tips of her nipples were rubbing deliciously against the hair on his chest. She felt his hands tighten on her.

'Don't look at me like that.' He groaned.

'Like what?' Hermione said, startled.

'Like you want to devour me, or something. It's the same look you had on your face at the table.' He growled playfully, nipping at her neck, 'Carry on like that and I will have to take advantage of you.'

Hermione giggled, but shook her head.

'Maybe later.'

'Hmm, maybe now.' He was kissing his way down her chest, hand sliding down to squeeze her buttocks.

Hermione moaned. 'I can't right now. You need to give me a chance to recover.'

He looked up into her face, 'Why, what's wrong?'

Hermione blushed, but explained herself, 'I want to, but I'm a tiny bit sore. I haven't had anyone as large as you.' She knew that statement was going to blow his head up, but so what, it was true.

As she suspected he grinned smugly, 'Should I apologize for it?' Hermione rolled her eyes and didn't answer. She was definitely not going to give him the satisfaction. Well, not that kind of satisfaction anyway.

'Look, Charlie, we better get going. We've been out here for a long time.' Charlie sighed, but when Hermione tried to get up again, he didn't try to stop her.

When Hermione stood up, Charlie couldn't help but stare. What the hell had that girl done to get such a rocking body? He couldn't wait for the opportunity to explore it at his leisure.

She was pulling up her skinny jeans, feeling a tad sticky. She didn't really mind, she had never had such good sex in her entire life.

Charlie came up behind her, still naked, and gave her a soft kiss on her neck. He couldn't resist caressing her breasts gently, and Hermione moaned, leaning back into him. She could feel him hard at the back of her, and she was just going to tell him that she didn't care if she was still tender, that she wanted him, when he bent down to retrieve her top. He closed it around her front, and zipped up the back for her. She sighed; she might just have to sneak into his room tonight.

She turned to face him, pulling him down by his neck and softly kissed his mouth.

'Do I look presentable?' She asked him shyly.

'You definitely don't. You look positively indecent.' He leered at her, 'You will pass muster with the family though, if they're still here.'

'Thanks. Wait ten minutes and follow me.' She kissed him again, and turned to go. Charlie watched her hips sway as she walked away, and thought it would take more than ten minutes for his erection to go away. Maybe a dip in the family's pond will help him.

Hermione walked into the kitchen expecting the whole family to look at her with accusing and knowing eyes, but she was surprised to find that there was no one there. She glance at her wrist watch and realized it was past midnight, and that everyone would have already gone to their respective homes. Had they wondered where she had gone? Did they realise that Charlie had been gone at the same time, and had put two and two together?

She shrugged, not really caring. What she needed right now was a hot shower, and to reminisce about what had happened. She gave a delicious shiver at just the thought of what had happened at the family oak.

She hopped into the shower, and started thinking about the repercussions. She really liked Charlie but, if she were to listen to the family gossip, Charlie was a bit of a player. He had never had a steady girlfriend and according to Molly had a troupe of hussies (Molly's words) at his beck and call, even here in England. And, according to Fred and George, they were all very beautiful. How was she to compete with that? Sure she wasn't ugly, had in fact filled out nicely but she wasn't a renown beauty.

Hermione wanted Charlie more than anything. She didn't just want him to think of her as another one of his women; she wanted him to want her so badly, that he never wanted to let her go.

Hermione was a smart girl; surely she could come up with some plan to make him fall in love with her. He obviously wanted her sexually; she just needed to work on it from there.

She had just finished brushing her teeth and was walking down the hall, when she stopped at the door across from hers. She knew this was the room he was using, because she had seen his bags there earlier on today. She was contemplating knocking, but decided against it. There was one sure fire way to scare off a man, and that was too seem too eager. She was going to let him come after her, but that didn't mean she couldn't act provocatively. She was going to make him go insane with wanting her.

She smiled and walked into her bedroom, changed into a baggy t-shirt, knickers, and nothing else. She climbed into bed and turned out the light.

After Charlie had a quick dip in the pond, he slipped on his jeans, and hung his t-shirt over his fore arm. So what if his family were still there; they would just assume he went for a quick swim and didn't get into any funny business with Hermione. He definitely didn't want anyone knowing about Hermione and him. They would probably go mental at the thought of him "disgracing" there golden girl and expect some sort of commitment—that just wasn't him. It wasn't as if he was using her; they were using each other. With that revelation firmly in place, he walked into the kitchen, not surprised to find it empty. He climbed the stairs passing the bathroom, on his way to his bedroom. Actually it was Percy's bedroom; he had found out that Hermione had commandeered his old room for herself. He could hear the shower running and he was very tempted to go in and join her. He was distracted by the image of him pressing her up against the cold shower tiles, when he snapped back to reality, and remembered he would have to take it easy on her until she was ready.

He sighed and walked into his bedroom, waiting for Hermione to finish.

Charlie heard the shower stop, and held his breath. He was pretty sure she was going to come in here, they all came to him eventually for nightly cuddles. He heard footsteps come toward the door and before he could get a seductive smile on his lips, it was replaced by a frown. He heard the door opposite him open and close, then just silence.

Okay, she was just getting changed before she would come to him. He was just going for a quick shower and when he came back he would find her across his bed, in a seductive position. Charlie could picture it only too well, and smiled again, confidence back and proceeded with his plan.

Charlie was remarkable quick in the shower, eager to get back to his room but when he opened his door , he found the room empty.

He blinked in surprise but dressed and climbed into bed. He waited ten minutes, and then twenty, when he looked at his watch it was already forty minutes later, Charlie grinned ruefully at his arrogance. But come on, when did a woman ever do something he didn't expect. He should have known Hermione would be different though. Charlie had never been with someone as smart as her before, he tended to stay away from that sort.

Charlie got out of bed, deciding to go to her. He wanted her soft form against him.

He tip-toed to her door, closing it behind him. He felt for the bed, touching her hip. Charlie felt Hermione's small hand grip his wrist, drawing him under the covers to lie next to her. Facing him, she slung a leg over his hip and felt he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer, her head resting on his bare chest. Hermione's hand started toying with the hair by his navel, then running her fingers up his chest to lazily circle his nipple.

'You going to finish what you started there, love?' She could feel his erection against her thigh and smiled.

'Hmm,' she murmured sleepily, pretending not to hear. Hermione proceeded to the other nipple, tweaking and rubbing it lightly. She felt his chest rumble and she tickled her way down his stomach again, stroking the hair by his navel again, until she got to the hem of the material of his pyjama pants. Hermione slipped her hand under the elastic and grasped the base of his penis, she felt him groan as his hips arched up. She pulled him out of his pyjama pants, and watched it spring free. Wow, he was huge, and she wondered how it had fit in her in the first place.

Hermione scooted down the bed, squeezing her hand tightly and started pumping her fist up and down slowly. Glancing up at Charlie, she saw him staring at her intently with half closed eyes and parted lips, his tongue darted out to wet them. It made her inner muscles flex sharply and she felt herself getting wet again. Hermione then straddled his shins, licking her lips; she circled the head of his cock with her mouth, giving the slit a lick. She felt Charlie's hands come quickly to her hair, moaning loudly and she gave the base another squeeze and let her lips sink down as far as she could. She came back up sucking, her hand followed, before giving the gland by the head of his cock a strong flick of her tongue, then sinking down on him again. She did it again and again, not stopping, and really enjoying the sounds he was making.

'You're so good, Hermione, don't stop.' He squeezed her hair gently in his hands, trying to increase the pace, but Hermione wouldn't have any of it—she was going to make it last.

Her clit was throbbing and she needed some kind of relief, but she didn't want to stop sucking him.

Hermione widened her legs, slipping down so she was straddling one of his shins, starting to rub herself against it, the hair making the friction all the more intense. Charlie groaned at this, loving what she was doing. He shifted his leg so the angle was better for her.

'Gonna come, baby.' Charlie expected Hermione to stop and finish him with her hand, but all she did was increase the pace, sucking as hard as she could.

Charlie couldn't help himself, and his orgasm came in a frenzy. She brought the head of his cock to her lips and waited for him to finish, she held his come in her mouth for a moment and making sure he was watching her, swallowed slowly and obviously. Charlie's mouth dropped open and stared at wonder at her, a small groan escaping him, and Hermione couldn't help a satisfied smirk.

'You naughty girl.' Charlie said huskily. 'That was amazing.'

Hermione crawled across him and settled in the same position she had been in before. After a few minutes had passed, Hermione looked into his face and noticed he had passed out. She grinned, thinking it was typical of men, but not minding that much—she was exhausted after her unusual activity today, and with that thought in her mind she fell asleep, warm and content.

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Hermione woke up with a gasp. She was coming, she was coming so hard. She could see stars behind her eyes.

'Oh, you finally awake, are you?' She heard Charlie chuckle, he was spooning her from behind. They must have changed positions while they were sleeping, and Charlie's hand was fixed firmly between her legs.

Hermione didn't answer, she was still coming apart uncontrollably. When she felt the tremors subside, she felt him at her entrance behind her.

'You ready for me yet, love?' Hermione just moaned and pushed her bum against him. All she wanted was for him to be inside of her again, filling her.

'I'll take that as a yes.' And he pushed gently into her, taking it very slow. Hermione moaned pushing back when he was pushing in; it took some time, but then he was finally embedded in her. Charlie gripped her thigh firmly, pulling her wider, and started to thrust in and out. 'So tight, baby. So fucking tight.' He was at the perfect angle to hit her g-spot and still sensitive from her first orgasm, it only took Charlie's thumb gliding over her clitoris to send her pulsing over that edge again.

Hermione heard him groan against her neck, and felt him spilling inside of her and bit her lip at the feeling of his pumping cock in her as deep as it could go. When they grew still again, Hermione turned her head to kiss him deeply.

'Feel free to wake me up like that anytime.'

She faced forward again, hardly able to keep her eyes open.

Charlie watched her fall asleep, running a gentle finger down her back; he couldn't seem to get enough of her. He had never felt this way about anyone before, this overwhelming lust. Charlie was tempted to wake her up, and do it all again, which was ridiculous. He was perfectly satisfied.

Charlie watched her eyelashes flutter in REM and thought about how they were going to go on. He had three weeks with her; no woman had ever held his attention past a couple of weeks. He would take his fill of her and eventually, like so many before her, she wouldn't be able to keep his attention anymore—he would move on, seeking a new conquest.

Happy with this plan, he cuddled her closer and fell asleep.