A/N: *Burrows up out of the ground under your chair*

*Stuffs the chapter into your sock*

*Scuttles away*

xx-Kitten.

Begging for Thread

By Kittenshift17

Chapter Four

When they were gone, Hermione grinned, returning her attention to tidying up the kitchen and almost jumping out of her skin when Charlie came up behind her, curling his arms around her snugly.

"You alright?" he asked, his voice low by her ear.

"I'm fine," Hermione nodded, tipping her head to look at him, finding herself leaning back against his chest and enjoying the way his strapping form dwarfed her own small frame.

"You sure? Your eyes are a bit puffy like you've been crying?" Charlie said, surprising her that he'd noticed.

"I was telling Remus and Tonks about my parents before you arrived home," she said, sighing and closing her eyes, kind of liking the way he let her lean against him, his hands tracing patterns over her stomach.

"They're good people," he nodded. "They care for you a great deal, you know?"

Hermione smiled.

"I'm rather fond of them, too," she admitted. "And you? Are you really alright? Those were some nasty wounds you got today."

"I'm alright now that I've been patched up," he said. "Thanks for that, by the way. Reckon they'll figure out I'm shagging you pretty fast if you go stripping me like that all the time, though."

"Remus is a werewolf," she reminded him. "If he doesn't hear us sharing that little room, he'll certainly smell it on both of us in the morning."

"Still maintaining that you want to share with me, then?" he asked, and Hermione could hear the amusement in his voice.

"Got a problem with that, Weasley?"

"Not if you'll be naked," he told her, lowering his mouth to her neck and kissing her skin.

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Yeah, that'll be nice when your mother turns up and bursts into the room wanting to do your laundry and finds the two of us in the nuddy."

"She's not even staying here, at present," Charlie said. "Gods, you smell good."

Hermione closed her eyes, tipping her head and letting him kiss the side of her neck and the top of her shoulder.

"I shouldn't,' she muttered. "I spent most of the day cleaning and re-papering the walls in here."

Charlie paused, lifting his head to glance around the kitchen.

"Looks nice," he said, grinning a little. "Turning out to be a little renovation guru too, eh Granger?"

"I like to get things right," she said.

"You didn't go to Diagon Alley by yourself, did you?" he asked, frowning and turning her a little in his arms to meet her gaze.

"I didn't have anyone here to accompany me," she shrugged. "And we needed supplies. The cupboards were bare."

"Blimey, witch," he exclaimed. "You trying to get yourself kidnapped or killed?"

"I was fine, Charlie," she smiled. "Though you're sweet to worry about me."

Charlie grunted, narrowing his eyes on her a little as she pulled away intent on continuing to clean up. Hermione glanced at him when he started helping her before pouring them both a glass of firewhiskey.

"You haven't showered, then?" he asked, raising his eyebrows at her.

"Not yet," Hermione shook her head.

"Want to save water and share?" he offered.

"I'm fairly certain Remus and Tonks are sharing it right now," she pointed out.

"We could use the other one," he offered, grinning.

"What other one?" Hermione asked, frowning. "I thought the whole place only had one bathroom. I know there's a spare loo in the laundry, and another one in the basement, but I thought there was only one tub and shower."

"There's an en-suite in the master bedroom," Charlie shrugged his shoulders.

Hermione bit her lip, trailing her eyes over him and feeling the way her core pulsed with need. Merlin, the man made her imagine extremely inappropriate things. The look he gave her in return almost set her knickers on fire and Hermione whimpered just a little, wondering if she would ever be able to handle the wild-eyed Dragon Tamer with all of his intensity.

"You were nearly eaten today," she reminded him.

Charlie shrugged. "You can check over every inch of me for any injuries you might've missed on the first look."

Hermione laughed in spite of herself.

"You're trouble, Charles Weasley," she said, shaking her head at him and accepting his hand when he offered it to her, letting him lead her out of the kitchen and up the stairs.

The distinctive and utter silence coming from the main bathroom told tales of Remus and Tonks's distraction and Hermione giggled as Charlie pulled her up the many stairs and to the master bedroom.

"Who usually sleeps in here?" Hermione asked, knowing that when Sirius had been alive, he'd slept in his childhood bedroom.

"Mum and Dad, I think," Charlie said, reaching for the hem of her shirt and pulling it up and off over her head.

Hermione grinned when he groaned at the sight of her lacy bra and so much pale skin.

"Nearly got eaten today because I reeked of you, you know?" he told her, tunneling a hand into her hair and tipping her head up to receive his kiss when he leaned down.

"Sorry," Hermione apologized.

"No, you're not," Charlie laughed huskily before claiming her lips for a hot kiss, his teeth nibbling her lower lip before his tongue swept into her mouth.

Hermione groaned, melting against him and curling her arms around him. He tasted like the dinner she'd cooked, and like whiskey and smoke. He reeked of dragon and sweat and blood, and she pulled back, wrinkling her nose at him.

"Stink of dragon?" he guessed, grinning, his voice husky.

Hermione nodded, pulling on the hem of his shirt while his arms looped around her, unclasping her bra and pulling it down her arms.

"You're such a pretty little thing, koroleva," he murmured, tracing his calloused hands over her body, smoothing them over her shoulders and down to cup her breasts.

Hermione pressed forward into the touch, loving the feel of his hot hands roaming her body.

"You're not too bad yourself," she murmured, managing to rid him of his shirt before going for the fastening on his jeans once more. "Even if you do stink of dragon."

Charlie laughed.

"Come on then," he said. "Under the spray."

"I'm still dressed," Hermione protested before squeaking when he pried her jeans open and shoved them down her legs. He lifted her out of them before flicking her knickers off her hips, scooping her up when she was naked. Hermione wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around the back of his neck while he leaned forward a little, wriggling out of his trousers and his boxers.

She could feel his erection prodding at her bum as he crossed the small bathroom to the shower and turned the taps on. Hermione squealed when icy water slid down her back and Charlie laughed.

"Sorry," he chuckled before capturing her lips for another kiss and making her grateful for the cold water when her temperature immediately spiked.

Merlin, she couldn't remember ever enjoying the touch of a wizard quite so much and Hermione kissed him until she was dizzy, breathless with longing and positively aching to have him filling her once more. Moaning against his lips, Hermione rubbed herself against him needily, wanting desperately to feel him stretching her open as he took her. Charlie gave a low and wicked chuckle, pressing her into the wall of the shower and Hermione broke their kiss to hiss in surprise at the cold tiles on her flushed skin.

"Such a responsive little witch," he muttered into her neck when he kissed his way to the sweet spot below her ear, making her moan.

"Gods, you're a tease," Hermione muttered, her eyes closed against the ecstasy.

"Hungry for it, love?" he laughed, and Hermione opened her eyes to meet his wild gaze, amazed by the intensity in his eyes as he watched her.

"Please fuck me?" Hermione asked politely, surprising him with her language if the way his eyes widened was anything to go by.

He groaned, leaning in and capturing her lips once more, his tongue sliding deliciously against hers even as he pulled back just a little, snaking his hand between their bodies and burrowing it between her legs. He found her wet and ready, two long calloused fingers sinking inside her with ease and Hermione moaned, closing her eyes and tipping her head back against the wall of the shower as he beckoned his fingers rapidly, putting pressure on her g-spot repeatedly and making her crazy.

"Gods," Hermione whispered breathlessly as fire coiled through her, racing through her blood and making her crazy.

Her breaths grew sharp and her body twitched against his when Charlie tormented her mercilessly, working his fingers in and out of her, forever returning to that special spot he seemed so adept at finding. His thumb pressed down on her clit before beginning to draw little circles, a low whine of need tore from Hermione and her legs tightened around Charlie as the firestorm he'd lit within her reached its crescendo, exploding through her and making her see stars behind her eyelids.

"Beautiful," she heard him mutter, sounding smug.

She was much too boneless to punish his smugness even as he slipped his hand from between her legs, burrowing it further between them to grip his cock. He aligned himself at her entrance, thrusting shallowly so as to avoid entering her until Hermione opened dazed eyes to peer at him.

"Ready, koroleva?" he asked, his voice husky with his own desire.

"Take me," Hermione whispered.

He groaned as he did, sinking himself deep inside her, stretching her open and making her ache just little. When he was fully sheathed within her, Hermione was seeing stars all over again, her body just a little sore from the vigorous shagging last night and this morning.

"So tight," Charlie muttered against her neck, nipping her shoulder and her neck just sharply enough to get her attention before laving the skin with little licks.

The water of the shower cascaded over the two of them and Charlie took his time withdrawing from her before gliding in deep once more.

"Harder, Charlie," Hermione moaned huskily, lost to all but the feel of him ravishing her.

"Fuck," she heard him whisper, seeming to enjoy it when she begged for more, for it harder, and faster.

He took her hard, her spine grating against the tiles as he drove into her again and again. When she was on the brink of a second orgasm, he suddenly stopped, pulling out of her and lowering her to the floor Hermione squeaked in surprise when he pulled her off the wall and spun her in his hold. Lifting her hands, he planted both of them against the wall of the shower before dragging his hands the length of her arms, over her breasts, stopping to pinch both of her nipples just hard enough to make her squeal, before smoothing his hands over her body to her hips, canting them back, forcing her to push her arse out in his direction.

Hermione went up on her toes, knowing their height difference was going to make this position difficult when they weren't lying in bed. He aligned his cock at her entrance and tunneled back into her with a groan, one hand gripping her hip while the other came up to tangle in her loose, wet curls, gripping just hard enough to make it sting before he snapped his hips, plunging so deep it ached and Hermione loosed a guttural groan without meaning to.

"Fuck, Charlie," Hermione whimpered when he did it again, driving into her again and again, his pubic bone bumping her tailbone, his body slamming against hers, their flesh slapping together wetly as he took her hard and fast and so deep Hermione was sure she'd never dislodge him.

"So fucking tight," she heard him mutter. "So wet. So warm."

Hermione rocked her hips, rearing back into every thrust feeling the way he hit that special spot inside of her every single time, shunting her up the pinnacle of pleasure again, determined to pitch her off the edge and into the waiting pool of bliss.

Hermione could feel it rising, tightening like a coil inside of her, winding and winding until she was sure she might break something when it snapped free.

"Oh, gods," she breathed. "Charlie, more!"

He groaned, grunting gutturally and snapping his hips even harder, one hand leaving her hip to curl around and pinch her clit. Hermione screamed as she came, everything inside of her splintering with all the violence of a well-aimed Reducto. Her body clamped down tightly, gripping him so tightly that she heard Charlie begin to curse.

"Sweet fucking Merlin," he gasped, his head tipping back as he lost his rhythm, driving into her deeper and spilling his seed inside of her.

Hermione's knees wobbled precariously and only his hold on her body kept her on her feet. He curled his arm around her snugly, one hand braced against the wall as he lowered his forehead to rest it against the middle of her back, his hot breath ghosting over her sensitive flesh. Hermione trembled, her eyes closed and her heart pounding as she tried to catch her breath.

"Fucking hell, you'll be the death of me, witch," Charlie muttered against her skin, curling his arm around her tighter and Hermione smiled just a little, feeling gloriously content and at peace with life in the moments following such intense pleasure.

"Thank you," she murmured quietly some time later, neither of them moving as the hot water beat down on the two of them.

Charlie laughed breathlessly.

"Thank you, Hermione," he replied. "Bloody hell, I could sleep for a week!"

Hermione hummed in agreement, straightening slowly and prying herself loose of Charlie's hold, feeling his softening member slip free of her folds. He still leaned against the wall, and he blinked at her dazedly when she turned to peer up at him. She grinned, seeing how worn out he looked, and she didn't really think about it as she reached for the soap and began working soapy circles over his skin.

"What're you doin'?" he asked, looking amused.

"Washing you," she shrugged, tracing her hands over him, using the soap to budge stubborn soot and blood stains that littered his freckled skin.

"Worried I can't do it myself?" he asked.

Hermione shrugged, kind of liking the way he tunneled a hand back into her hair, his nails scraping against her scalp affectionately in a way that turned her to putty.

"It'll be easier to find any missed injuries if I wash every inch of you," she told him softly.

"Going to let me return to the favour?" he asked, closing his eyes and letting her take care of him, a crooked smile pulling at one corner of his mouth.

"If you like," Hermione nodded, smiling softly and tracing the soap along the length of his muscular arms, noting that he truly was incredibly strong and powerful in a way that ought to have scared her. He could break her with one hand, if he really wanted to.

He stood still, letting her work the soap over his shoulders, around his neck and down his front, working her way slowly lower. He hummed, squirming a little when she carefully washed his junk, thoroughly cleaning him before working her way down each of his legs, going so far as to lift first one foot, and then the other, soaping them clean too.

"Where did you come from, koroleva?" he asked in a low voice when she moved around behind him, giving his back the same treatment in reverse working her way up from his feet, soaping his bum and then kneading her soapy hands into the knots of muscle in his back, making him groan.

"What do you mean?" Hermione asked, trailing her hands over the wide expanse of his back and noting the many freckles on his skin.

"You," he muttered when she abandoned the soap and reached for the shampoo bottle, working her fingers into his thick red hair. "You show up in my room last night and strip, right off the bat. And here you are, letting me fuck you into a stupor before scrubbing me clean. What good deed did I do to deserve this? I need to know so I can keep doing it."

Hermione chuckled, shaking her head at him as she moved around in front of him, still shampooing his hair. He pushed off the wall to pick up the soap before beginning to return the favour.

"I don't even know you," he muttered, opening his eyes once more when he'd washed the shampoo from his hair. "But every time I look at you, I want to watch you stripping out of your sundress and I want to bury myself inside you all over again."

Hermione grinned.

"I have no objections," she admitted.

"Cheeky witch," he muttered, lathering her with soap thoroughly while she worked conditioner into his hair.

When she'd washed off, Hermione went up on her toes and pecked him on the lips before letting herself out of the shower to let him wash the conditioner out of his hair. She didn't wait for him to finish before collecting her dirty clothes and heading up the stairs to the very top of the house, letting herself into the bedroom they'd decided to squabble over.

Hermione shook her head, wondering what her friends would say if they could see her.

Dumping her dirty clothes in the hamper in the corner, Hermione filched some clean knickers from one of the drawers she'd claimed for herself. She smirked when she looked around for a night-shirt before spotting one of Charlie's old Gryffindor Quidditch jerseys hanging haphazardly from one of the drawers. Snatching it up, she pulled it on over her head, smirking when it fell to her knees, the sleeves flopping down over her hands. Comfortable and pleased with herself for spotting it, Hermione stuffed her feet into her slippers before skipping off down the stairs once more, intent on getting herself a cup of tea before bed.

"Oi, where're you going?" Charlie called when he spotted her; Hermione almost crashed into him as he exited the master bedroom in only a towel.

"To get a cup of tea," she said, sliding around him. "Do you want one?"

He traced his eyes over her petite frame and her long bare legs. Hermione knew he'd noticed that she was wearing his jersey and his mouth twitched like that act amused him.

"Yeah, alright," he nodded. "White with one."

Hermione nodded, continuing on down the stairs to boil the kettle. When she had both cups made, she climbed the stairs once more, all the way to the top where she and Charlie were sharing the room. She stopped in the doorway, shaking her head when she noticed him poking about looking at the books on the bookshelf that belonged to her. He still only wore the towel he'd wrapped around his waist, and Hermione couldn't help pausing to admire the view.

"You certainly have a varied taste in branches of magic, Granger," he said without turning to look at her and Hermione raised her eyebrows, wondering if he'd heard her on the stairs of if he was just in touch enough with his surroundings that he sensed her presence.

"An idle mind never prospers," Hermione replied, entering the room and kicking the door almost all the way closed with her foot, carrying his tea over to him and handing him the cup before crossing to the bed and setting her own cup on the bedside table and crawling into the bed.

She sighed at the feel of fresh sheets, having changed them earlier that day after last night's activities.

"You mind if I write for a bit?" he asked, dropping the towel and fishing some blue silk boxers from one of his drawers.

"Write?" she asked curiously.

Charlie looked over at her sheepishly.

"Didn't think I was all brawn and no brain, did you, Granger?" he asked, raising a self-deprecating eyebrow.

"Of course not," Hermione said. "I've sworn off brainless men."

Charlie snorted.

"What do you write?" she asked him, insatiably curious even as she picked up her book and moved it to her lap, intent on reading.

"Notes about my dragons," he admitted, shrugging his shoulders. "Nothing too exciting, just different things I spot them doing, behaviours, that kind of thing."

"Like a field guide?" Hermione asked, her interest thoroughly piqued.

"I don't know if I'd go that far," he laughed. "They're just scribbles, really. Stuff to help me keep track of them all, when the females go into heat, how aggressive the males are leading into breeding season, coordinates of their travels during migration season. That kind of thing."

Hermione smiled.

"Could I read some of them?" she asked, wondering if he'd let her.

Charlie hedged.

"They're pretty boring, Hermione," he admitted. "Mostly just names and numbers."

Hermione nodded slowly, realizing it might be too early in their acquaintance for him to allow her access to that part of himself just yet.

"Well, let me know if you change your mind," she said, shrugging her shoulders and lowering her eyes to her book.

She caught the way Charlie looked puzzled, shaking his head slowly in the corner of her eye before he gathered a writing board, some parchment, his quill and an ink pot. He looked a little unsure about sitting beside her while he made his notes, but Hermione remained unassuming and didn't take her eyes off her textbook. He watched her for a minute, shaking his head again before loading his quill and beginning to scratch out his notes on the bit of parchment.

They sat like that for more than an hour, Hermione reading and sipping her cup of tea, Charlie scribbling his notes in barely legible scrawl. He tended to jiggle his foot while he was thinking, she discovered, and he was prone to slurping his tea in long gulps.

"You want another one?" he asked after another hour ticked by.

Hermione blinked, looking over at him owlishly, having become completely engrossed in her book.

"Another?" she asked, confused.

He grinned a little.

"Another cup of tea," he clarified. "I'm having one more before I doze off for the night."

"Oh, um, sure," Hermione nodded, handing him her empty cup when he got to his feet. "What time is it."

"Almost two," he said. "Good book, eh?"

Hermione nodded.

"A bit ponderous in places, but overall it's quite informative."

"What is it?" he asked, leaning over her and tipping up the cover so he could read it. "Curse Breaking Through the Ages," he read. "You into Curse Breaking like Bill?"

Hermione shrugged.

"I'm into lots of things," she admitted. "Yesterday it was a book about Earth Magic. Tomorrow it'll probably be that tome I can see over there about Dragon Breeding."

Hermione pointed to one of his books on the shelf.

"Good read, that one," he nodded. "Bit archaic, mind you. It was written before they tightened the laws about backyard breeding and doesn't have any information about some of the newly discovered species, but it's got some good stuff about dragon breeding habits."

Hermione nodded.

"So, you like dragons?" he confirmed as he was making for the door, intent on getting them both a fresh cup of tea.

"Who doesn't like dragons, Charlie?" Hermione asked, rolling her eyes. "Enormous fire-breathing lizards with more uses in our world than you can poke a stick at? Of course, I like them. I think they're fascinating. I think most magical creatures are fascinating, actually."

Charlie stopped in the doorway, peering over his shoulder at her. His expression was unreadable, his eyes wild with a smouldering sort of look that made something inside of her squirm nervously. Hermione didn't know why, but she had the distinct feeling that her having an interest in dragons was imperative to Charlie Weasley.