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Chapter 4, Making Meals

A/N: Thanks so much for all the support guys! I hadn't intended to make this story that long but since everyone seems to like it I'll definitely continue!

Hermione flipped through the pages of Witch Weekly. The Wizard World equivalent of Cosmopolitan Magazine, some of the suggestions being made were kinky, risqué, dangerous or downright impossible. The page she was currently one, 82 Ways to Work His Wand had her blushing like she hadn't done since Remus Lupin had tried to give the Golden Trio "The Talk."

"Still working on seducing my dumb arse brother?" Ginny asked, walking into Charlie's old bedroom, where Hermione was reading. She looked at the magazine in question and smirked. "Good choice."

"Who would do this?" Hermione replied, pointing to number 43 on the list. "Have him hang on his broomstick and impale you, did they actually use the word impale, from above?" Ginny blushed, furiously.

"You didn't?" Hermione asked her, teasing the young witch. "Oh, god, Harry. That image." Ginny just flopped down on the bed.

"Well, you want to bugger my brother, so I think it's only fair that you have some pay back. Oh look at this one," she pointed at the page.

"Ride him like a Hippogriff?" Hermione asked incredulously, "Is that all it says?"

"Take him the muggle way?"

"How is that different from the normal way? Do muggles have different shaped parts or something?"

"Oh look," that was Ginny, "Invisibility cloak style."

"Polyjuice potion, that's just not sexy to me."

"Lick it like a dripping ice cream cone." The girls fell on the bed, laughing hysterically.

"Wait a minute," Hermione said, sitting up. "That's it." She darted out of the room before Ginny had a chance to ask.

"Mrs. Weasley thanks so much for making ice cream sundaes for dessert." Hermione said, as they sat around the dinner table, enjoying their icy treat. "It's been so hot, and I've really missed eating them with my folks."

"Of course, dear," the matriarch replied, and were anyone watching the conversation it would seem nothing out of the ordinary. But Ginny could tell that her friend was up to something and it was getting damn difficult to contain her curiosity.

Ah, there it was. The brilliant witch's tongue darted from her mouth, wrapping around the white cream sitting on the tip of her spoon. Ginny almost laughed, it was so simple.

Charlie, on the other hand, wasn't laughing. As soon as they had sat down to ice cream and whipped cream he knew he would be done for. And as soon as that blasted witch parted her beautiful cherry lips he knew he was a goner. Her mouth wrapped sinfully around the thick white cream ands she sucked it off with finesse. He could feel the guttural growl rising in his throat.

"Hermione, dear, you have some cream on your lip," Molly said, and Charlie thought he might about die. He couldn't help but imagine what else that mouth could do, as she darted out with her little pink tongue to lap up the remnants she had missed.

"Would you like a napkin to sop up that drool?" Bill asked, leaning over. "Or do you plan on retaliating?"

"It's not a war," Charlie replied, not responding to the taunt. "She doesn't know what she does to me."

"Then play dirty." Charlie chose not to grace that with an answer. His mind was already playing very dirty.

Hermione suckled on her spoon for a moment and Charlie could feel all the blood leave the rest of his body and settle in the nethermost region.

"Got any ideas?" He asked his brother, after a moment. Bill just grinned.

It had been a success, Hermione felt. She had slept well that night, teased with her delicious ice cream sundae and couldn't help but feel the eyes of the second Weasely on her, even when he wasn't in the room. She was going to make him cave. She knew it. And then… there was always an and then.

She walked into the kitchen, desperate for a glass of water to calm her down a bit. The idea of the sinful stare of Charlie Weasely was making her hot with desires.

And there he was, in all of his topless glory, something she would never grow tired of looking at, eating a… what was he eating?

He was eating a peach. A juicy, squishy peach, something she realized when the juice ran down his neck and splashed lightly against his chest, following the rivets of his abdomen. When he heard her come in he lowered it from his mouth, providing Hermione with a tantalizing view of his extremely red lips.

"Cherries, love?" He asked her, and she understood the cause of those glass red lips, staring at her, taunting her.

"Or peaches, I think we have some left." She heard him speak but was unable to respond, too infatuated with the motion of the peach juice sliding down his upper body.

"How's your back?" She asked him, out of the blue. He simply smiled, sure, by her stuttering and quietness, that his plan was working.

"I'm doing a little better," he replied, still taking the occasional bite of the peach, making sure that every drop splashed against his chest.

"Doctors say it might take a little longer, but hey, I don't mind being home." In the right state of mind Hermione would have refuted that fact. Charlie was known for not really wanting to stick around, when he didn't have to.

"Are you sticky?" she asked him. He smiled, a full set of beautiful white teeth.

"It ain't too bad. You don't like being sticky?" She stuttered.

"I don't mind it," she replied, "As long as you can shower afterwards. I'm going to go do that, actually, since it's so sex-er-hot in this room. Because of the heat. It's hot because of the heat because it's summer. Yeah." She ran out of the room, ready for a wank in the shower.

Yes. Charlie thought. He was going to make Hermione Granger succumb.