AN: 100+ follows and so many new reviews. I seriously love you all. Yes I mean you... and you... and even you who are just now reading this. You are wonderful people and I would give you all hugs if it were possible!

Are you all excited! I've been replying to quite a few of you that there would be a new chapter up soon, and I'm so, so, so sorry (that's very sorry) that I haven't posted this before now. Life's been a bit hectic post move and spending as much time with my S/O as possible, BUT I'm hoping this will put a smile on some of your faces because it's about time that I add a tiny dose of juice to this lemonade! It's not much, but I hope it'll add a little flavor. - Chris

Hermione stared at the ceiling. She was torn between smiling at the idea of being with Charlie and frowning at the idea of sneaking out of bed to watch him draw other women in compromising positions. She made a mental list of pros and cons while wondering if she should even go downstairs. It was nearing time for them to meet up and part of her was afraid.

Every time she thought she could begin to understand him, he'd throw another curveball at her. Then there were the jokes; the ones where she couldn't be sure if they were actually jokes or if he was completely serious. Twice at the lake he had mentioned drawing her. His face didn't light up with humour like George's did when he made a joke. He looked completely stoic and it infuriated her to no end. She hated the fact that she could understand him at all.

One minute he was chuckling with those infuriating dimples, and the next he was serious. Each conversation made her more and more unsure and all the more determined to understand him. He was attractive, yes. He was mysterious, yes. He was intelligent, obviously. He was chivalrous, well he gave her his shirt to swim in, so that would be a yes too. In short Charlie Weasley was everything that girls lusted after. Even the fact that he worked with dragons gave him that whole tough guy sort of feel and then he goes choking on water at Ginny's silly joke like an awkward teenager. He even insulted her for looking like a tart, though, that was more or less her fault. She had been the one to mention it in the first place.

With a slight growl she made her way downstairs to the kitchen and was surprised to find he wasn't there. She walked into the living room and he wasn't there either. Well she could certainly add 'him standing her up' to the cons list, and figured he was up in his room sleeping away. She fought the urge to stomp her foot as she turned to go back up the stairs. At least she could get some sleep if he didn't care enough to let her know that he was going to be a no show.

A hand grabbed her arm and Hermione almost jumped out of her skin. "Shh," he whispered turning her in his direction. "Follow me."

She walked outside with him to where he had lain a blanket behind a tree. Mentally, she crossed out no show on her list and replaced it with romantic. Even though she somewhat knew the blanket was merely to keep them from getting dirty. It was still romantic to think about being outside under the stars. The logical part of her brain reminded her that this wasn't a date and not to get too excited.

His folder was already laying on the blanket along with bottle of wine. So maybe it was a date? As they walked closer she realized with disappointment it wasn't a bottle of wine, but simply a glass of drawing tools. She rolled her eyes at her silliness and took her place beside Charlie. She was nervous to watch him draw, and she was nervous about the subject he was drawing.

"What will you be drawing?" she asked, brushing her sweaty hands on her cotton shorts.

He rattled through the sticks of charcoal and hummed. "Suggestions?"

Hermione coloured. "Oh. I don't know... Sorry, you draw what you want—"

"I'm drawing for you." He hovered his hand over a clean piece of paper. "I thought I'd let you do the honours."

She bit her lip. "I really don't know," she said quietly.

He sighed and drew two circles, then a series of smaller geometric shapes. While she watched, silently holding back questions as his hand flowed across the page. Every so often he'd run his finger to smudge out a line before continuing. Slowly, but surely, the sketch started to take shape. "What do you think about when you draw?" she asked when the quiet sounds of scribbling started to get to her.

"Do you want the honest answer or do you want a flowery poetic response?"

She snorted. "Both."

"I think you know the answer to the first one," he said and boldly moved the folder out of his lap to show the bulge in his pants before covering himself again. "I enjoy it. I like to think about the story behind the picture. How the two came to be."

She swallowed. "That wasn't as poetic as I thought it was going to be," she murmured.

He started sketching again. "I never was the best with words."

Hermione looked at the picture of a woman draped over a bed with a man's head in between her legs. "Do people really enjoy things like that?" she wondered out loud.

He chuckled. "Are you really that naïve?"

She frowned. No and yes. She knew the mechanics, but—

"Merlin, you are," he whispered looking at her red cheeks. "Haven't you ever read a book about it?"

"Of course I have," she snapped and he raised an eyebrow in challenge. "I know that to procreate you have to get from point A to point B. The book explained that much..."

"To—To procreate?" He started laughing. It was the most genuine laugh she'd received from him and despite her embarrassment, she couldn't help but to smile in response. "Don't you know there's more to sex than just pregnancy?"

The words didn't sink in as she found she enjoyed the dimples in his cheeks and the way his eyes shone with amusement... then she realized what he had said and immediately frowned. She looked offended and he stopped laughing. "Hermione, I'm sorry, but there's so much more to intimacy than just procreation."

"I know that!" she hissed. "I'm not an idiot."

Charlie nudged her side. "Hey, now. I never said you were. I'm just surprised."

She decided not to reply and was tempted to crawl in a hole due to embarrassment. Instead she she zipped her lips and watched. The outline was complete and he made work of shading. He had this sensuality about shading. The way his finger curved around the woman's breast, smudging and blending the lines, it made her wish she was the girl in the picture. The more realistic the picture became, the wetter she got before she huffed in frustration.

"Turned on?" he questioned.

"I..."

"I won't think anything of it if you are."

"Charlie, why did you agree to let me watch you draw?"

"Because you took an interest."

"I know, but it's a private thing. You could have said no."

"You seemed like you might enjoy it. Don't you?"

She did. It was so sexually frustrating, watching him in the erotically enticing process. She had never through a drawing could turn her on so much, but it did. Even more than that, she enjoyed the concentration on his face. She lay her head on his shoulder wondering if she was overstepping any boundaries. When he didn't stop drawing, she assumed it was alright. "Did you mean what you said earlier?"

"I mean everything I say."

She steeled herself before asking the question that had been on her mind all afternoon. "Would you draw me?"

"Sure," he replied serenely. She could have commented on the weather, he was so at ease. "I can do it after lunch tomorrow."

Hermione put her hand on his arm and it flexed under her palm. "I meant... would you draw me like you draw them?" she asked lifting her head from his shoulder to look him in the face.

The drawing stopped again and he set aside the almost finished drawing. She braced herself for a no and he surprised her by leaning over so his face was in front of hers. He watched her carefully as his hand slid up her leg. She could hear his soft breathing as his calloused fingers inched higher and her eyelids drooped lower until they were barely open.

Charlie closed the gap between them and his lips pressed against hers. She made a noise in the back of her throat, a mix between surprise and desire as he sucked gently on her bottom lip. The hand on her thigh tightened as she was pulled to straddle his lap. She could feel him hard against her and her panties only grew wetter. She put her hands to his chest, not pressing him a way, but he moved his lips away from hers to nip at her neck. "Stop?"

She moved her hands into his hair. "Gods, no," she breathed and shifted in his lap, desperate for friction.

Hermione could feel his slight stubble against her neck as he sucked on the skin. His hands wrapped around her to grip her arse, rocking her into his erection. He kissed his way up her neck and moved to his lips to hers. She shuddered against him and her breathing grew louder. "Charlie," she moaned as her orgasm approached.

Charlie removed his lips from hers. "Open your eyes," he panted. She forced her eyes open and took in the site of him watching her, his mouth slack-jaw his cheeks flush and his eyes hooded with lust.

She was so close and keeping her eyes open was becoming an incredible challenge. She rocked harder against him, no longer needing his hands on her arse to encourage the movement. Her eyes closed on their own free will and he reached out to grab her face gently, turning her back in her direction. She forced her eyes open again and let out a loud moan as she trembled and searched for anything to quiet herself. She threw her head open in an even louder cry as everything crashed around her she was barely aware of Charlie's groan as he followed her quickly after.

Hermione slumped against him and rested her forehead against his shoulder, breathing hard against his neck. She untangled her fingers from his shaggy mop of hair and curled into his chest as the pleasure faded to a dull throbbing between her legs.

His thumb made small circles on her back with one hand as the other reached under her chin. "Tomorrow, I'll draw you exactly like that," he whispered before kissing her sweetly.

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