Disclaimer: JK owns HP, not me.
1989
Chapter 35
It was now half way through March. Hermione was currently bent over one of the tables in the greenhouse that contained the wiggentrees, with her pants hiked half way down her legs; Charlie pushing into her from behind.
There were now only five weeks left until his portkey was scheduled to take him to Romania. So lately he had taken to throwing her against every available surface to have his way with her; claiming that he needed enough mental images of her in various positions to help him get through the next eight years without her.
She let out a breathy and contented sigh as he picked up his pace; muttering praises in her ear as he stroked her hair lovingly. It wasn't long before that familiar feeling of glorious pleasing pressure began to build, causing her to arch backwards into him.
The unanticipated friction caused him to release a loud grunt he'd been holding back in an attempt to be quiet. It was the middle of the night after all, and they'd be in a lot of trouble if they were discovered shagging in the greenhouses past curfew.
The fingers of his right hand twisted into her hair, holding her in position so she couldn't surprise him again and give away their location. She had to bite down on her lip in order to stifle the moan itching in the back of her throat. Hermione knew he was getting just as close as she was when his hips began moving erratically. His breathing deepened in her ear just as his tongue came out to flick the lobe, then pulled it between his teeth.
His other hand covered her mouth just as she was about to cry out, knowing that sucking on her ear would cause that reaction from her. He chuckled softly against her neck before turning her head to shush her with his lips instead.
It was a little bit of an awkward position with her head over her shoulder like that, but another harsh thrust of his hips had her forgetting all about the slight strain in her neck. Luckily the hand keeping her head in place began to massage the aching muscle while keeping up his unrelenting pace against her backside. She nearly screamed into his mouth when from nowhere he reached between their bodies and gave her clit a single small flick; causing her to topple over the edge. He stifled any noises she made with his mouth, as he continued his frenzied movements with his hips; continuing to drive into her over and over again.
When her head finally cleared, he was still at it, but at a much softer and slower pace. Figuring that he was trying to stop himself from coming and keep their activities going on well into the night, she braced herself to take more of him. He obviously wasn't planning on being done with her anytime soon.
As he began to build them up again, she suddenly thought back to a recent conversation she'd had with Sarah, which gave her a wicked idea. It wasn't something she necessarily wanted to do for herself, as the idea was a bit naughtier and less sanitary than she'd considered doing before, but Sarah had said that men tended to find it attractive and that it would drive Charlie mad with lust if she surprised him with it.
Deciding to take a leaf out of her brazen friend's book, Hermione slipped one of her hands behind her and rubbed Charlie's neck with it as she pushed herself to stand up. Confused, he stopped any movement from his hips, though did keep himself fully seated inside her.
"What is it?" He whispered, sounding worried at her sudden change in position, both hands back on her hips to steady them. "Is something wrong?"
Hermione shook her head, as she bit her lip; twisting her neck around to look at him again. With one movement, she pushed him out of and away from her, causing a stream of wetness to run down the inside of her thighs. She pressed her lips against his again as she turned him to lean against the table he'd taken her on just moments earlier.
She began to explore his mouth with her tongue as he complied; her hand smoothing itself over his very hard erection, which was still wet from being inside of her for so long. Her palm caressed it softly as she tried to build up the courage to follow through with her plan. Though it would be something new and different for her, she hoped it would at least be a mental image he would appreciate over the coming years.
As her tongue continued to stroke the inside of his mouth, she adjusted her panties in order to redo the button on her jeans; righting her clothing so she could kneel in front of him comfortably. She had to slap his hands away from sliding into her shirt, but when she was confident that she'd be able to hold a position on the ground for a long enough period of time, she slid down his body slowly until finally she was settled at his feet.
Charlie's eyes gleamed knowingly as she looked up at him from her position on the greenhouse floor, her new placement indicating only one thing.
"Is this one of those mental images you were hoping to get?" She asked, sounding confident, but looking less sure.
He wanted to lean down and kiss her again, but he also didn't want to get in the way or distract her from doing what she obviously had planned. "Godric, yes Jean." He whispered, trying to reassure her, but also trying not to groan at the sight she made before him. "Hell yes."
She flashed him another small smile before shifting her focus to what was in front of her instead; taking time to examine it carefully. She'd never had her face this close to his penis before, or any for that matter, and she wanted to prepare herself; ready to learn how to do something new but curious as to what exactly it was she had gotten herself into.
After only a few seconds delay, Hermione leaned forward the rest of the way and gave the underside of the head a first experimental lick; then flattening her tongue, and dragging it all the way up and down his shaft with the second.
Charlie took in a sharp intake of breath, and had to bite his lip in order to keep himself from making any more unnecessary noise. His reflexes were telling him to close his eyes, relax and enjoy what she was doing to him, but another more primal part of him didn't want to miss a second of this; of watching her while she sucked him off.
As she continued to run her tongue over every inch of him, she closed her own eyes; knowing he was watching her intently, and she wanted to put on a bit of a show for him. Figuring that if they were ever going to get to the real reason they had come to the greenhouses in the first place that she would have to move things along, she finally opened her mouth a little wider and let the tip of his cock slide deep into her mouth.
She felt as if she were going to gag; he was incredibly hard and twice as long as would fit comfortably in her small mouth, but he didn't seem to be complaining. As she began to slide her mouth up and down on it, she opened her eyes to make sure she was doing it right. His jaw had slackened as he focused on what her mouth was doing, and with some pride she noticed that his hands had turned white from gripping the edge of the table so hard.
Just like she'd heard about from one of Sarah's far too detailed reenactments, her hand came up to palm his sac. She rubbed it softly with her fingers as her mouth continued to work him over. Out of reflex, one of his hands left the table ledge to fist itself into her hair, and he released his favorite expletive under his breath.
"Good gods Jean." He cursed as he attempted not to force himself further in and down her throat.
A bit of a thrill danced down Hermione's spine as he gripped her hair just slightly too tight. She couldn't deny that she enjoyed driving him mad like this by testing his self control. Though she knew it would be uncomfortable, she relaxed her throat a bit so she could take even more of him into her mouth; bobbing and trying not to choke as she sped up her pace. At least by now her mouth was getting used to the feeling of being filled.
Charlie didn't last much longer after that, as streams of thick, white, salty warmth coated the entire inside of her mouth. He had tried to pull out in time, but not only had he miscalculated how quick she had brought him to the edge, but also her fingers had dug themselves into the back of his thigh in order to keep him firmly seated deep within her mouth.
The taste and texture of it was definitely not something Hermione would ever think of as good or even pleasant, but the desire to leave him with that naughty image of her in his head had been well worth it. Especially when the strangled noise he made behind his hand was basically an admission that he'd just come harder than ever before in his life. Hermione smirked to herself before swirling her tongue around the head again to make sure she'd sucked down every drop.
As she released him with a slow final suck, she could feel his legs trembling beneath her hands, but he was still looking down at her with an intense yet affectionate gaze. She bit her lip with a coy smile before resting her chin against his knee.
"Fucking hell." He finally whispered through heavy breathing. "Where did you learn how to do that?"
Hermione snorted as she massaged the back of his left leg with her hand; listening as his breathing began to steady. "Well, you know how much I like to read."
"Books." He sighed, with a quiet laugh. "I love books."
They both giggled in the aftermath, as Charlie held out his hand to help her back to her feet. She took it gratefully and pulled herself into a standing position before taking the opportunity to rest against his chest. He placed a soft kiss to her forehead as he wrapped his arms around her.
Hermione sighed in content; knowing she could stay like that for hours as long as they were still together. It wasn't long before the logical part of her brain caught up to her desires though, and she knew they needed to get a move on if they were going to get the tree moved before Filch found them.
"You know we came in here with a different mission on our to do list right?" She glanced up at him.
Another one of his cheesy grins spread across his lips. "I'd forgotten actually." He fibbed.
"Well we did." She laughed again; pinching the side of his ribs where she knew he was ticklish. "Now which wiggentree do you think we should steal?"
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The next day, on Sunday evening, Hermione was at her usual table in the library. Charlie was once again at quidditch practice, though this time as a one on one with Oliver Wood. He was going to try and prepare the third year to take over for him as captain once he leaves; but what was unknown to him or the rest of the team was that it would actually be well before the end of the season.
Hermione flipped another page in her book, studying the Herbology text for information on the best way to cut up a wiggentree to get the most segments out of it. She was hoping that there was a spell to be found for this sort of thing, instead of them having to resort to chopping it up with an ax. She was worried that using that much physical strength on it would cause damage and mess everything up in the process.
As she ran her fingers over the words, positive that she was getting closer to the spell she was looking for, she heard footsteps approaching her from behind. Keeping her finger in place to mark the last words she read, Hermione turned her head to spot her two new closest friends coming in search of her; both of them with looks of apprehension on their faces. It seemed when something was about to go wrong for her, they always showed up as a pair to give her the rotten news. This time would be no different.
"Oh no." Hermione groaned and covered her eyes with her free hand. "What is it now, you two?"
They looked surprised to be called out like that, but Laura and Sarah also knew that it was not without merit.
"Okay Jean, we know we are usually the bearers of bad news, usually having to do with your love life." Laura started to defend them as Hermione glared at them in disbelief.
"But it's actually nothing to do with that this time." Sarah added with her hands in mock surrender in front of her. "Honest."
"No seriously. It's nothing to do with Charlie, or Heather St. Clair." Laura dragged on. "It's actually Professor McGonagall."
Hermione was more than a little confused by both their behavior, and the mention of her favorite professor. "McGonagall?" She asked, giving them a look that urged one or both of them to continue.
"Yes, well. She wanted us to let you know that…" Laura faltered as if looking for the right words. "Well you still aren't in trouble or anything."
"Yeah. No trouble whatsoever." Sarah interjected, trying to help.
"But she also thought you might want to know before going to Herbology tomorrow…"
Hermione began to panic as she thought back to the book in her hand. The mention of Herbology made her feel sick, as she worried someone outside of her, Charlie, and Dumbledore knew about the wiggentree and what they were up to with it. Had her and Charlie been caught the night before? Had someone else discovered her secret?
"As it might be a bit of a shock." Sarah rambled on again.
'Uh oh. Oh no.' Hermione thought as she braced herself for the news that was about to be dropped on her.
"That Mason Flint is back." Laura finally finished with a grimace.
Hermione sighed in what was a mix of emotions. Relief that no one knew about what her and Charlie had been up to in the middle of the night, but dread at the thought of having to share a class with Flint again; The man who had most recently tried to attack her. She still didn't know what consequences that day could have on either of their futures.
"Oh." She responded gloomily.
"On the bright side you don't have to be his partner anymore though." Sarah added, hoping that small bit of information would make her feel at least a little better.
It didn't.