Honeymoon

The wedding went on well into the night, drinking and dancing, and in some cases debauchery. Luna Lovegood ended up getting caught in a broom closet just outside the Entrance Hall snogging with one Neville Longbottom. As midnight was drawing nearer, Charlie finally got a chance to dance with his wife. Wife. He needed to get used to saying that. She was still looking gorgeous, even if slightly tired. It had been a long day with the preparations, the wedding, all the greetings, and all the dancing he had seen her do. "So how are you my dear?"

"I'm wonderful, husband. I think I've had at least a dance with every guy here," she replied. "Thank goodness I charmed my shoes."

"Well maybe if you're good later I might give you a foot rub," he teased, pulling her closer to him.

"I'm always good, what are you talking about?" she teased right back. Hermione leaned in to Charlie and rested her head on his chest, looking out at their wedding guests. "So, where is this mysterious place you're taking me for our honeymoon?"

"Well I was hoping to surprise you when we got there, but I think your reaction might be just what these guests need," he said, running a hand down the side of her face. "I have a friend who got us a trip organized in India."

"We're going to India?" Hermione said excitedly.

"Yes we are, love," he said, smiling down at her.

"Oh my gosh, thank you!" she squealed and jumped up on him, forcing him to catch her. He swung her around and chuckled at her enthusiasm. People began to look toward the newlywed couple in confusion. Hermione released Charlie from her grasp and shouted to the crowd, "He's taking me to India!"

There were cheers from all around. The people who were closest to her knew how much going to India would mean to her. Not only because it would be a highly educational experience, but it was a beautiful country, and they would be spending time together as a real couple, around people who didn't know that they got married because of a stupid law. It would be their own little slice of heaven.

As the clock struck midnight, Charlie stood up at the head of the Great Hall. "Everyone, we would like to thank you for being here today and being able to share this special time with us. But seeing as it's late, we are going to be heading to India for two weeks. We look forward to seeing everyone when we return, and promise to have lots of pictures." Charlie whisked his bride out of the Great Hall and out to the carriage waiting for them at the entrance to the castle. The carriage took them to Hogsmeade where they could apparate to their location. "Are you ready?"

"Yeah, let's go!" she said enthusiastically. He wrapped her in his strong arms and turned sharply. Hermione felt that familiar sensation of being squeezed through a tube before her feet hit solid ground in a country that she had never been before. It was daybreak when they arrived, but they would be able to sleep for quite a while, since they were on their honeymoon and could do what they wanted. Charlie took them through the lobby of the hotel they would be staying at. It was lavish, yet authentic, and Charlie spoke with the man at the front desk and arranged everything. When Charlie returned to Hermione's side, she was still spinning in slow circles, taking everything in.

"You ready to go love?" he asked, holding out his hand for her. She took it with a smile on her face and nodded. He led her off to an ante chamber where they could take an elevator up to the tenth floor. They would be staying in the honeymoon suite. It was lavishly decorated, and there was a huge bed dominating the space of the master bedroom. The bathroom facilities could hold probably the entire Weasley family comfortable if need be. Needless to say Hermione was impressed with her husband. Husband. She couldn't stop smiling when she thought the word. Hermione stood in the doorway to the master bedroom and took in the sight. Charlie came up behind her and snaked his arms around her middle. "Have I told you today how beautiful you look?"

"Only a few times, but it's nice to hear," she replied, leaning back and tilting her head to the side so he could nuzzle her neck.

"Well you are," he said, trailing light kisses up her neck so he could nibble at her ear lobe a bit. "And you're mine." Hermione liked the sound of that. Charlie's. She wasn't one for having a man rule over her, but it felt nice to have one that was hers and she was his. "How about we get you out of this gown?"

"And what do you propose we do then?" she asked coyly.

"Oh I think you know," he said, turning her around so he could finally kiss her without all kinds of people watching. Having this witch in his arms felt right, something he had never felt with someone before. He couldn't wait to make her his. He pressed his lips to hers firmly, kissing her thoroughly; and she returned the kiss with equal fervor. His hands felt their way up and down her back until he found the zipper to her dress. He was glad she went with a simple dress and not one with crazy amounts of buttons that he had seen in previous weddings. He lowered the zipper slowly, drawing out the suspense of the moment her dress would fall. Hermione's nimble fingers were already starting to make headway on the buttons of his dress shirt. Once the shirt was undone, her nails trailed down his muscular chest, and down his firm stomach. Charlie finally lowered the zipper to her lower back and began to bring the shoulder straps down. He reverently lowered the dress, leaving her in her lace strapless bra and matching panties. He sucked in a breath. He had seen her in a bathing suit when she had dinner at his place for the first time, but this was fantastic.

Hermione was still a bit self-conscious about how her body looked, but the way Charlie was devouring her with his eyes it made her feel better. She pushed through her nervousness and pushed his shirt off his shoulders. With his tanned, freckled skin revealed, Hermione felt like the luckiest girl in the world. She brought her lips to his chest and kissed a trail up to his neck and ended up back at his lips. Charlie pulled her close, feeling skin on skin, her lace scrape against his chest. Hermione's hands smoothed their way down his chest and to the button of his slacks. She flicked it open and doffed his pants quickly. Once they had stepped out of the clothes they had dropped to the floor, Charlie pulled Hermione to him again. This time he was insistent with his kisses. She wound her arms around his neck, threading her fingers through his hair while he kept her close with a hand at the back of her neck and at her lower back. They explored each other's mouths, trying to memorize the feeling that they were kissing as a married couple. After standing there for a minute or two kissing, Charlie decided to take matters into his own hands, quite literally. He smoothed his hands down her back and cupped her bottom, lifting her up in the process. She let out a squeak and wrapped her legs around his middle instinctually.

Charlie chuckled at her surprise but carried her further into the room and over to the bed. Slowly and carefully he crawled onto the bed and gently lowered her to it. It felt like heaven to be laying on this bed. Charlie pressed his weight into her, kissing her once more. He knew he had to take his time and be gentle with her first time, but he wanted nothing more than to feel her wrapped around him like now. Hermione wasn't making it easy on him either, writing against him, trying to get him closer to her. Nothing could be close enough. Their movements became frantic, Hermione clawing at his back and Charlie tugging at her hair. Hermione took matters into her own hands, locking her ankle behind his and rolling them over. Once she was settled on top of his hips, she could feel his desire for her. With a smile on her face, Hermione reached behind her and unhooked the bra that held up her ample chest. His eyes went wide with the site and could only sit there for a few moments in stunned silence. But as soon as he regained himself, he sat up so he was face level with her chest. With a wicked smile he attacked the newly exposed skin with his lips and tongue. She threw her head in pleasure as he drove her to a new type of insanity.

Hermione kept grinding down on Charlie's lap, and it got to the point where he couldn't stand it anymore. He rolled them back over and drew her panties down her long legs. Before he could get a good look at her she was pushing his boxers down his strong legs. Hermione got a good look at what she had been feeling against her. She was looking pretty worried when she saw the size but Charlie put a hand to her cheek and gave her a reassuring look. He laid Hermione back on the pillows, her hair fanned out around her face, looking angelic. Charlie leaned down and kissed her gently. He took his time to worship her body, letting his hands and lips travel over everywhere he could see.

Once he was sure that she was ready, Charlie went nice and slow, making sure that it was enjoyable for both of them. A few tears escaped her eyes as he broke through her innocence, but he was right there, murmuring sweet nothings and kissing the tears away. He started moving once Hermione indicated that it wasn't as painful anymore. Soon, they built up a rhythm, moving against each other, pushing and pulling at the same time. When Charlie was about to hit his peak, he spoke. "Look at me."

Hermione's eyes met his, his deep voice soothing to her, yet driving her higher and higher. With one look at his gorgeous eyes, she fell apart underneath him. With the way she was looking, it was lucky that Charlie could have made it for the final two thrusts to lose himself in his own orgasm. He was totally glad they waited until they were married for this. It made the final moments just that much sweeter. Charlie tried not to collapse after his muscles went through all that exertion, but he failed miserably. Hermione welcomed the weight on top of her. The weight and pressure calmed her nerves, and brought her back to the real world. She couldn't believe that what they just did could feel that good. She brought her arms up around his back and began trailing her fingers along his spine, feeling the muscles and firmness of the bones. Charlie was still panting, but gave a satisfied groan before rolling off to the side, bringing her to snuggle her way into the pocket created by his side and his arm around her.

"You are bloody brilliant," he murmured, laying a kiss on the top of her head.

"You're not so bad yourself," she teased half-heartedly.

"I think I'm going to like being married to you," he replied, squeezing her side lightly.

"I hope that's not only why you are going to like being married to me," Hermione nudged.

"Definitely not the only thing, but definitely a bonus in the pro column."

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Although Charlie would have liked to have stayed in bed all day for the next two weeks, but they needed sustenance at some point, so he agreed to let Hermione lead him all over the country. They stopped at historical sites during the day, eating at quaint local places and enjoying the benefits of their marriage at night. This cycle went off for two weeks, and they didn't want to return to England or Romania. They would rather stay off on their own. But they knew they had jobs to get back as well as the task of moving Hermione's stuff into his house. They would be changing the second bedroom into an office of sorts, as well as building a room off to the back for her to research with potions on the side.