WARNING: Explicit content

It was a hazy morning when the two awoke late into the next day. Charlie had hardly gotten sleep since coming to Russia, and welcomed the warm bed, and the warm witch beside him. The warm witch beside him. His eyes flew open as he recalled falling asleep with Hermione in his arms. She was currently flung halfway across his chest, her head on his shoulder and a hand resting on his ribcage. The blanket was flung from their feet and legs, and her cold toes were pressed against his calf. Hermione shifted slightly in her sleep and her face turned toward his, allowing Charlie a perfect view of her pouty lips, slightly parted. The short brown curls were tousled and her breath felt wonderful as it tickled his neck and cheek.

He then became painfully aware of his morning erection as he spied the fullness of her breast slipping out of the bodice of her nightgown. He could see the dark pink of her areola barely showing above the purple lace, and almost groaned aloud when she shifted again, this time to roll over. He took a chance and rolled over to embrace her again, a hand on her hip under the blanket, and was thankful she didn't wake up. Charlie watched her sleeping for a few minutes, his mind wandering. He was just about to extricate himself for a much-needed cold shower when she slid backwards a few inches, bringing her pert and plentiful buttocks firmly against his erection. He groaned and unconsciously pressed against her and gripped her hip tighter.

Unknown to Charlie, Hermione had only been drowsing for the last few minutes. She had woken up completely when he had groaned. After a few moments, Hermione made a decision and pushed back against his body. Charlie gasped and tried to pull away, and Hermione rolled over to face him, her sleepy eyes fixed on his. Charlie was blushing and staring at her, and Hermione took advantage of his stalling to sit up and pull her nightgown completely away from her body.

Her breasts were petite like the rest of her body, but full, tipped with rosy nipples that stood at attention in the cool room. Charlie groaned again as Hermione bit her lip and her gaze roved over his body. She reached out to touch his abdomen, where the huge scar that had fascinated her the first night thinned out and headed toward his pyjama bottoms. Charlie flinched and gasped, pulling away slightly, and Hermione removed her hand, worried she had gone too far. However, Charlie instead reached out to grab her wrist when he saw the disappointment in her eyes, and placed her hand back on his stomach. Hermione smiled briefly and leaned down to kiss his chest where the scar began. Charlie growled roughly and pulled her up by the arms, crushing his lips to hers and drawing a moan from the witch. She kissed him as ferociously as he did, their lips battling and gasps filling the tent. Hermione's hands were in his hair, his wandering down her back to grasp the cheeks that had mesmerized him. He pulled her tight against his body and rolled her on top of him. She sat up, breathless, and Charlie took the opportunity to take her breasts into his hands, thumbing the hard nipples and making the witch squirm on top of him. He bucked underneath her as she writhed against his erection.

They rolled simultaneously, bringing Hermione underneath him as she tugged his pyjamas down. His erection sprang free and Hermione slid down his body, licking and nipping her way down his chest. She flicked her tongue against the tip of his penis, wrapping her hand around the considerable girth. Although not the longest she had ever handled, Charlie was certainly had the most girth. She smiled wickedly up at him, playing with her own nipples, and then sank her mouth wetly onto his erection. Charlie groaned loudly, threading his fingers through her short hair. He scarcely breathed as Hermione worked her way up and down his erection, occasionally grazing her teeth along his length or humming deep in her throat. Charlie's eyes rolled back in his head as Hermione brought him so close to his edge, and then backed off completely.

Growling again, Charlie flipped Hermione onto her back, laying down on top of her and suckling her nipples. She writhed underneath him, causing his erection to slide tantalizingly along her wet folds. Charlie bit down on her fleshy breast, and at her loud moan, bit his way down her ribcage and stomach. His hands forced her legs wide apart as her chest heaved, and she screamed aloud when his tongue first separated her folds. She pushed his head against the apex of her thighs as his tongue worked her clitoris. Charlie was a bit out of practice, but soon had Hermione panting his name, two fingers slipping in and out of her body and his mouth latched around her clit. He refused to pull away as she screamed and started to shake. Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes as she trembled with her orgasm, her toes curling and her nails digging into the back of his neck. Charlie rode it out with her, his tongue still caressing her and his fingers slowing inside her body.

Not sated, Hermione pulled him up her body until his weeping erection was pressed against her entrance. Charlie stalled, and stared into her limpid eyes.

"Hermione, if we do this, I can't turn back."

"You think I don't know that, you bloody fool? I want you in my life, and not just because you're amazing at oral sex. I would have left yesterday if I hadn't wanted to see this through. Now get on with it – I need you."

Charlie kissed her, biting her lip roughly as he thrust into her hard, harder than he had planned. She arched up off the bed, gasping, and wrapped a leg around his hips. Her eyes were open wide, her pupils dilated, and Charlie stalled, lost in the heat of her body and eyes. Hermione was having none of this and bit him hard on the neck, spurring him into action. Her hands on his shoulders, Hermione's erotic gasps spurred Charlie on. He thrust steadily and deeply, feeling her walls tighten around him as he pulled away. Faltering as Hermione ran her tongue around the shell of his ear, Charlie's eyes fell closed and he groaned her name. He shuddered as the witch continued to lave his ear, tracing her tongue down his neck to bite the place where his neck met his broad shoulder. His arms went around her, pulling her tightly to him as he rolled them over and sat up. Hermione took the hint and rocked back and forth on him, the new position driving him crazy. They shifted awkwardly until his back was against the headboard, and Hermione continued to move on his lap, his erection deep inside her. Charlie bit her breasts again, leaving vivid bruises, and his hands gripped her arse cheeks, pulling her tighter against him and making her moan. As her breathing came quicker, Charlie moved a hand around to thumb her clitoris. Hermione jerked on top of him and her nails dug into his shoulders, scratching down his chest and leaving welts.

Hermione's inner walls tightened almost painfully around him as she shuddered and orgasmed again. Charlie could hold himself back no longer, and started to thrust up into her. After seven or eight thrusts, Charlie dug his fingers into Hermione's buttocks and spurted his seed deep into her pliable body.

They fell apart, panting, a few moments later. Hermione's legs were splayed across Charlie's lap, her chest heaving. Charlie's eyes roved along her body, a smile playing on his lips.

"Thank you, Hermione."

"Why are you thanking me?"

"Because that was amazing, and I hadn't realized how much I needed the release. I feel like my old self again."

"Likewise, Charlie Weasley." Hermione's eyes fell closed, and Charlie continued to stare at her as her muscles visibly relaxed.

"Hermione?" Hermione hummed in response, and Charlie continued. "Let me take you out tonight."

Hermione opened her eyes. "I'm not expecting a date, Charlie. Don't feel like you have to just because we did this. It's not going to make it any less awkward."

"I don't feel that awkward, Hermione, and I'm not doing this because I feel guilty or anything, I'm a better bloke than that. I want to take you out, show you the kind of relationship you deserve."

Hermione smiled a bit and sat up. She kissed him lightly on the cheek, and nodded her consent. "Later tonight, then. But first, I want to know if you're up for round two." Charlie's smile was answer enough.