The Weasley Weddings
Percy and Audrey
It was a cool crisp November day in Ottery St. Catchpole. The air whipped past through, causing her chestnut skin to prick. The earthy scents flowing around her made her close her eyes and breath it in. This really was a perfect day for a wedding.
Hermione Granger, opened her eyes and gazed towards the red-headed man standing stiff at the altar, dressed in his sharp black dress robes. Behind him, was his brother. Same flaming red hair, but his crystal blue eyes kept darting around with anticipation for his brother.
It was hard to believe that it was Percy's wedding day.
To her left sat Hermione's raven-haired friend. His green eyes sparkled as he looked over at her and gave her hand a squeeze before turning his face and planting a kiss on the temple of his date.
To her right sat her other best friend, the shaggy red hair, blue eyes and freckles speckled across his face still gave him a boyish look. He was looking forward, not seeming to have noticed that she was looking in his direction.
"I thought Ron was bringing Hannah Abbott to the wedding?" Hermione whispered to Harry Potter.
At this a mess of long red hair and bright brown eyes came across Harry's lap and straight into her face with a wicked grin and silent laughter spilling from her lips.
"Ronald didn't know the difference between Susan Bones and Hannah Abbott. He got them confused, they don't even look alike. You'd think after being in the same year as them and having class with them for six years he'd know the difference, but he didn't. He's such a toad too, he just knew Hannah had been in Hufflepuff and that's how he got it messed up." Ginny sat back in her chair as the music started, signaling the bride was about to come down the aisle.
"For the record, I knew the difference." Ron whispered into Hermione's ear, making sure that Susan didn't hear him. "I'd just sort of forgotten, it has been two and a half years since we left school." He shrugged, trying to excuse his mistake. Hermione let out a small giggle at her friend's confession. Without looking up at him, Hermione gave him a nudge with her shoulder. The top of her head just reached Ron's shoulder, so when she nudged him, she was basically in his elbow.
"You really are the worst. You deserve whatever hexes these witches send your way." Hermione shot up towards Ron, and he looked down at her with a wicked smile.
"For someone who is the size of a kitten, you really make sure your claws are always sharp." Ron shot back at her.
"If Molly comes back here to scold us for being too loud, I'm blaming the both of you." Harry was trying to not make eye contact, because if he did she knew that they would all burst out in laughter.
Hermione straightened her shoulders and tried to stand up a bit taller. She ran her fingers through her shorter curly hair. She tugged at the sleeves of her burgundy dress, and turned her head to see Percy's bride.
Audrey slowly walked down the aisle with her father and had a soft smile on her lips. She made for a beautiful bride. Wearing a long silk dress with long sleeves and pearl buttons going up the length of her back. Her long black hair was hanging partway down and had been curled. A vail covered her pale face, but you could still see her striking dark eyes peaking up towards Percy as she approached him.
As Audrey reached Percy at the altar, Hermione's eyes quickly swept the rest of the guests as she went to sit. A heavily freckled, long haired Weasley with a wicked smile had caught her eye. With a wink towards her, Charlie Weasley sat down next to his brother Bill with his back to her.
Hermione sat up slightly with her shoulders back as she felt the blotchy hot spots from her blush start to spread. Charlie was the sole Weasley that she didn't know very well. The rest she had spent numerous holidays and summer breaks with. While people had always assumed that she was dating either Harry or Ron, she'd never felt more than a love like siblings for them.
As for the rest of the Weasleys, they had also grown into being her own family just from the amount of time that she spent at The Burrow with them. She shuddered once she realized that she was admiring the way the white shirt Charlie wore was snug against his muscular back.
She couldn't be thinking about Charlie this way. Not only was he a Weasley, but he lived in Romanian as a dragon keeper. He struggled with making it home for most holidays, hence why Hermione didn't know him very well at all.
Hermione ran through her mind all the interactions that she'd ever had with Charlie. There wasn't much there. Since the war ended, he had gone back to Romania and she had finished her seventh year of school with Ginny then went straight to work for the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures at the Ministry of Magic.
Shaking her head, Hermione focused back on the ceremony in front of her.
The wedding ceremony was beautiful. Percy and Audrey had written their vows for each other and the love they had for each other was so apparent and beautiful. They shared a quick kiss, then held hands and ran back down the aisle together as man and wife.
While Hermione was clapping for the happy couple, she could again feel someone watching her. Risking a quick glance, Hermione's eyes found some of the most intense brown eyes, making her feel like she was falling into them.
Feeling a clasp on her back by her best friends, she broke the gaze with Charlie. Feeling very exposed and as if he had just scratched open the girlish crush she'd had on him the first time they met at the quidditch world cup more than six years prior.
Hermione kept a quick pace and kept small talk between her and her friends as they made their way into the reception and waited for the newest Mr. and Mrs. Weasley to join them to come celebrate.
Drinks were served and being poured left and right. Hermione could feel the champagne buzz coming on quickly as she kept dancing with her friends, pushing away all thoughts of Charlie Weasley. Ginny was trying to show off the newest moves that she had learned from her teammates. Harry was an impossible dancer and kept stepping on anyone who was closer than two feet from him.
Surveying the crowd, Hermione smiled to herself as she saw George and Angelina Johnson were swirling in a dance together. Even though they had just come to the wedding as friends, Hermione suspected there were deeper feelings there than just friendship.
She hoped she was right, there was something about Angelina that made George lighter. Since the death of Fred, George had been struggling with depression. Everyone had been worrying about him, but he kept insisting that he was fine. The loss was heavy, and still felt by everyone. It was, however, much harder on George than anyone else.
Adverting her eyes, to give them some privacy, Hermione turned to hand another drink to Ron, but he wasn't standing beside her any longer.
"If you're looking for Ron, he's over there." A deep almost growling voice sounded behind Hermione and caused a shiver to run up her spine. Turning to face the man who it belonged to, she took another sip of champagne to keep her buzz going.
Charlie wasn't nearly as tall as Ron, but he was much wider. The muscles that he had from being a dragon keeper could be seen rippling through his shirt. He had rolled up his sleeves and his thick forearms were littered in freckles and scars, his calloused hands made Hermione's stomach flutter with desire.
"Oh, well thank you." Hermione turned away from the intoxicating man and spotted her friend. He had Susan Bones pinned up against a far wall and they looked like they were doing just fine by themselves.
"I think I'll just keep this drink for myself then." Hermione spoke aloud to no one in particular, but then felt the flute be lifted out of her hand.
A smirking Charlie took a long drink and looked down towards her with hot smoldering brown eyes. They almost looked the same as Ginny's just as intense, but they were so much darker. She knew if she kept looking into them that she'd be in trouble.
Charlie Weasley, at twenty-seven (twenty-eight in December), couldn't possibly be interested in a twenty-one-year-old awkward witch.
Hermione ran her fingers through the messy curls that had started falling into her face. She felt another blush beginning to creep up her neck.
"Charlie!" Ginny squealed as she flung her body into her older brother's arms, Hermione quickly remembered that she was with her friends. She glanced over to see Harry was left to keep dancing by himself, none the wiser to the elder Weasley brother joining them. "Where are Bill and Fleur? Surely, they haven't left already, the party is just getting started!" Ginny threw her arms in the arm and started to dance to the beat of the music again.
"It might come as a surprise, little sister, but intoxicated people are not as much fun to hang with when you're three months pregnant." Charlie snickered at Ginny as she started flinging her long hair back and forth.
"True that, older brother, that's why I'm NEVER getting pregnant and having children!" As the song changed, Ginny jumped her way towards Harry, who was still two stepping to the beat from the previous song.
"Flying solo?" Charlie asked once Ginny was a good distance away.
"There was just no one who, caught my eye, I suppose." Hermione replied giving Charlie a once over and admiring his rugged looks again.
Leaning in close to Hermione, Charlie breathed into her ear "I'm sure there's someone here, who's caught your eye." Causing a shiver to run up her spine.
Thinking two can play at that game, Hermione held up her fingers to indicate a small amount and flashed him a wicked grin "just a little."
"Oh, just a little, huh?" Charlie growled as he stalked in closer towards Hermione. Hermione felt her breath catch in her throat at this. Charlie was so close as she deeply breathed in his musk.
Looking up quickly to see if anyone was watching them, he tipped his head back down "How about we take this, conversation, to a more private area?"
The seductive way that Charlie's eyes gave her a once over made her knickers drenched. Hermione's jaw went slack and all she could muster was a single nod.
"Wait a few seconds after I leave and go around back." Charlie swept away, off the dance floor, and out of the tent that the reception was being held in.
Once Hermione had her wits about her again, she quickly downed the remaining Champagne. She was trying to come up with an excuse for her departure, but when she turned towards Harry and Ginny, they were snogging in the middle of the dance floor.
Ron and Susan were now nowhere to be seen and no one else was watching Hermione at all.
She hastily followed the same path that Charlie had just taken, and had just made it outside the tent when she was scooped up into the strong arms that she had moments before been admiring.
Charlie pressed his lips against Hermione's and she opened her mouth with a sigh as she felt him begin to move them away from the reception. Charlie only occasionally released her lips, just long enough to check where he was walking.
She recognized that he was taking her towards the broom shed. While usually she would oppose to such a crude place to shag, it felt like the perfect location for this one-night stand with her friend's older brother.
As soon as they were inside the shed, Charlie pressed Hermione's back against the wall of the shed. He was pushing her dress up her thigh and letting his rough hand creep towards her center. She knew she was already hot and wet, but as Charlie reached, he pulled back from her mouth long enough to give her a grin.
He slid one finger into her center and she let out a gasp. Even his fingers were longer and thicker than she was excepting. He slowly pulled his finger out and then pushed it back it, finding a rhythm that was making Hermione start to clench around his hand.
Charlie left her mouth to start nipping and making his way down her neck. He removed his hand from inside Hermione to reach behind her and undo the zipper of Hermione's burgundy dress that she was wearing.
She pulled her arms out of the sleeves, and let the dress pool around her waist. Charlie's eye went even darker as he surveyed her naked torso. She hadn't worn a bra, so he was met with the sight of her nipple hard and perked.
Hungerly, Charlie sucked one of her nipples into his mouth and ran his teeth across it.
Hermione let out a gasp of pleasure and felt his hand find her center. This time he rubbed the pad of his thumb over her clit.
Charlie took her other nipple in her mouth and Hermione could feel her orgasm beginning to climb. With one last bit to her nipple and flick of her clit, Hermione screamed and body went limp in Charlie's strong arms.
"Damn" was all she could muster to say.
Laughing Charlie tilted Hermione's chin upward so she was looking at him again and took her lips. She could feel him hard pressing through his trousers against her knickers.
"Do I need to use the contraceptive charm?" Charlie asked as he began to fiddle with his zipper.
"No, no you're good." Hermione breathlessly mouthed against Charlie's lips.
Charlie ripped Hermione's knickers off her and with one strong thrust, he entered her with a hiss.
He filled her and at the angle he hit a spot within her than made her buck in his arms.
"You're so tight, so perfect" He pumped in and out of her as she was left gasping for air and clinging to his shoulders as if she let go she'd fall to the ground.
Charlie slipped his hand between them and started to thumb at her clit again, making Hermione release little squeaks and tighten her thighs around his waist.
"You're such a good girl, I'm going to make you cum for me again." Charlie breathed as he quickened his rhythm with his hips and his thumb.
Hermione felt her peak climbing again as her walls clenched around Charlie.
With one last thrust and flick, Hermione toppled over the edge and felt a moment later as Charlie released into her.
Charlie clung to her, still pressing her back into the wall of the shed as he rest his forehead onto her shoulder.
Hermione used her fingers to lazily trace the outline of the scars that were scattered across Charlie's shoulders and upper back that she could see.
With nothing to say, Charlie slowly lowered Hermione to the ground of the broom shed and gave her another long kiss.
"As much as I'd like to drag you back to my tent and do that to you again, I'm not sure how you feel about my family knowing." Charlie nuzzled their foreheads together, looking into her eyes. The flame she saw flickering made her almost willing to let the Weasley family know that they had just shagged.
Almost.
Hermione silently agreed with him and began to replace her dress on her arms while Charlie worked on his trousers. Seeing her knickers in tatters, Hermione waved her wand and vanished them with a non-verbal spell.
Reaching up on her toes, Hermione planted one last light kiss on his jaw line.
"I'll see you at the next Weasley wedding."
"It's a date." Charlie replied as she snuck out of the broom shed.
George and Angelina
The bright March evening had such a beautiful glow about it. Hermione shivered to herself as she felt the prick of her neck she got when someone was watching her. Her eyes started searching the crowd and found a certain Weasley brother watching her.
Charlie winked at her, and she instantly felt her knickers get damp.
Charlie looked even more mouthwatering than he had at Percy's wedding a little over two years prior. He seemed to have packed on more muscle and his hair was longer. He also now had a new scar going across his right cheek that had been fresh when she'd seen him at Christmas.
"Wild isn't it, that Fleur and Audrey are both expecting. Audrey could possibly go into labor during the ceremony, look at her. She can hardly stand." Ginny was standing next to Hermione with a look of horror on her face watching as Audrey was holding her stomach and Percy was following closely behind her.
"I can't believe you didn't want to bring, oh what was his name again?" Ginny shook her head away from watching Audrey's swollen ankles.
"Todd? Gin, I only work with the guy. Plus, he's gay and married." Hermione rolled her eyes at the insanity that was her friend.
Dating had been put on the back burner for Hermione. She was focusing on her career and working in the spirits division. She had been wanting to work in the beings division, but unfortunately at this time there were no openings. So instead, she was just going to build her resume and gaining experience for the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures.
Stretching her arms above her head, she watched as George and Angelina glided around the dance floor taking up as much space as possible. Angelina threw her head back in laughter as George leaned in and whispered something into her ear.
They had started seeing each other after Percy's wedding and she had finally brought the light back into George's eyes. The sadness was still there, but there was so much love flowing between the two as they danced it felt like an intrusion to watch.
"Glad you didn't come with my brother." Hermione snapped her head back at Ginny's last words, obviously not having paid attention to what she had just been saying.
"I'm sorry?" Hermione chanced a quick glance at Charlie, who was standing with Bill and Fleur, holding a sleeping Victoire in his arms.
"I'm glad you didn't come with Ron, look at him over there snogging the face off Romilda." Ginny gestured towards the dance floor where Ron had Romilda Vane locked in a very public display of affection.
She snickered at the sight; Ron was tangled in Romilda's arms. He had started seeing Romilda a few weeks ago, and had brought her to the latest Sunday dinner at The Burrow. Romilda was still seemed to have about the same personality that she had back at Hogwarts. She wasn't expecting the relationship to last more than another two weeks at tops.
"If we'd come together, it would have been just as friends. Ron is like brother to me. There's nothing even remotely in the way of romance with him."
"Yes, but could you imagine the look on mum's face if the two of you dated. I think she would die of happiness." Ginny took a sip from the Champagne in her hand.
Molly seemed to have noticed the indecency of Ron's behavior because just then, the matriarch marched over to the pair and scolded them for their actions and forced them to unlatch from each other. Hermione and Ginny burst into laughter at the sight.
Most people had a good enough buzz to feel confident enough to join the dance floor. Hermione, however, was not to that point yet. She swept her eyes, looking for a floating tray of Champagne to help give herself a little more liquid courage.
Almost as if summoned, Harry appeared behind the girls with three glasses of Champagne, handing a glass to each girl. Ginny tipped her head back and finished off the last of the Champagne, then took a sip from the new glass. She shimmied her shoulders a bit as the alcohol settled in her systems, turning her face a bit more flushed.
Harry's raven hair was sticking out every direction as usual. He was trying, without any success, to flatten it. "Hermione, I swear to Merlin your hair is more manageable than mine." Hermione reached a hand into her hair. She'd been keeping it shorter since Percy's wedding. She'd found that the shorter hair really was easier to manage, but she did miss her long hair, almost.
"Well, we could always just shave your head." Hermione suggested with a laugh at the look of horror on Ginny's face.
"Honey, just stop" Still glaring at her, Ginny placed a hand lightly onto Harry's forearm and brought it down to his side. Harry gave her a slight look and blushed in defeat.
Molly appeared in front of them, the short plump motherly figure that Hermione adored with her entire being was still as stern with her children, even though they were all adults with Ginny the youngest being twenty-one. Her red hair had streaks of grey in it, but her hazel eyes still look fierce.
She had such a warm presence about her, but with the encouragement of her third son getting married, she seemed to be a woman on a mission.
"Harry, dear, let me." Molly started to tame Harry's hair onto his head while Ginny and Hermione turned towards each other laughing. "Has anyone seen Charlie? Verity is here, and George said that she's single. I'd very much like to introduce the two. You know I think they'd make a lovely couple."
"Mum, I'm pretty sure that Verity is a lesbian. You know, she's not into blokes." Ginny took an innocent sip of her Champagne trying to hide the snicker that was threatening to break through.
"Non sense, I'm sure that I saw her out with a nice-looking young man a few months ago."
"That was her brother, mum." Molly didn't hear Ginny, as she had just spotted Verity and had taken off to go speak to her. "She's obsessed with the idea of setting Charlie up with someone. She's totally convinced that it's well past time for Charlie to move back home and settle down. I swear, that meddling woman doesn't know when to quit."
"Didn't he just turn 30 in December?" Hermione took a thoughtful sip of her Champagne, since Percy's wedding they had only briefly seen each other. Once at Easter last year and the past two Christmases. None of those times had they had they even mentioned what happened in the broom shed, or even showed that Charlie remembered it happening.
It was probably for the best that they hadn't slept together again since. Hermione feared that if anyone had found out that they might start trying to set the two of them up. Hermione wanted to focus on her career at the Ministry of Magic and Charlie lived in Romania on a dragon reserve. There was no possible way for them to even attempt a relationship.
Work was taking up so much of her time that she hadn't even been able to unpack in her new apartment, much less go on dates. Not that Charlie Weasley would want a relationship with someone who was seven years younger than him.
"Mione, you better watch out. Molly's talking to one of the Weasley cousins and keeps looking over this way at you. She might have given up on being Charlie's match maker for the moment." Harry gestured where Molly was standing and talking with a scrawny looking red head who she had no idea what his name was. She kept trying to catch Hermione's eye and had a twinkle that showed she was up to no good. "You might want to hide before she just brings him over here."
"Oh, that's Robert too. His hands are always clammy and he smells like a gnome." Ginny had her face scrunched up in disgust. "Go, go, go, she's starting to make her way back over here with him!"
Ginny forcefully pushed Hermione out the tent and not through a door either. Hermione felt as Ginny used her foot to kick her the rest of the way under the fabric of the wall. Hermione found herself on the ground crawling away from the reception and clammy cousin Robert.
She was still crawling away when her head promptly ran into a pair of legs that looked like they could be tree trunks. Instead of looking up to see who she had crawled into and instead kept her eyes focused on the pair of dragon hide boots that this unknown person was wearing.
Hermione swallowed, and decided that she'll just stay on the ground and keep crawling away. She kept her head down and attempted to reroute her getaway, but instead heard a familiar booming laugh and was plucked off the ground and swung over Charlie's shoulder.
"Charles Weasley, I swear to Merlin that you better set me down right now!" Hermione started pounding on Charlie's back while he was making his way away from the booming reception. When he finally set her down, they were hidden in the brush overlooking the pond, much away from the reception where it was just a faint sound of music.
They were hidden well enough that they were both confident that the chances of Molly finding them were very slim. Charlie laid down in the dirt as he undid the buttons of his collared shirt. As he did, he slowly began to expose some bright red chest hair.
Hermione's fingers twitched as she felt herself wanting to rub his chest and finish the job that he had started with his shirt. She resisted the temptation by sitting on her hands and gazing out over the pond.
"Your mum told me that she was going to introduce you to a lesbian as a potential wife." Hermione leaned towards Charlie who had since laid down and thrown an arm over his face.
"Hm, yes. That woman is relentless. She was so sure that my rugged good looks and charming personality would swing Verity to the other team." Charlie had a smirk playing on his lips at the thought. "Had to make my great escape before she got any other brilliant ideas."
"Yes, she thinks I'm much too single as well. Cousin Robert was her plan for me." Charlie uncovered his face with his nose crinkled in disgust.
"When we'd go on family camping trips, Robert always had to share a tent with Bill and me. He sweats so much that his sleeping bag would be damp by morning and it had a really weird smell to it." Hermione cringed at the thought of that much perspiration coming off one person's body.
"So, Robert is a definitely not."
"Definitely not." Charlie agreed leaning back to look at her and smile. "No wonder you were crawling on the ground to hide."
"You can thank your sister for that. She practically threw me under the wall of the tent to get me away before your mum made her way to us." Charlie gave another booming laugh at the idea of Ginny throwing Hermione into the dirt to save her from Robert.
Hermione enjoyed the last few rays of sunlight as they sparkled over the pond. The cool spring night made her shiver, as the dress she'd chosen for this wedding was strapless. She hadn't anticipated leaving the warmth of the reception when she'd picked this outfit.
She felt a blanket drape over her shoulder, as she realized that Charlie must have conjured one. "It's really a beautiful night, huh?" She asked looked back into his eye. She could see the intensity burning as she had when they had been alone during the last wedding.
"This is the most beautiful sight I've seen in a while." Charlie not taking his eyes off her, ran his fingers into her mess of curls at the base of her neck and leaned in.
Hermione met his lips with a hunger she didn't know was simmering. She'd had sex since the last time she saw Charlie, but it was nowhere near as good. Her body remembered his touch, and burned for him as she unknowingly arched her back. Her nipples grew hard and was begging for the attention that she knew he would give them.
As Hermione let a moan slip from her lips, it was just the invitation that Charlie's tongue needed to slip inside her mouth. She nipped at his bottom lip as Charlie began to lower himself on top of her body. He kept his one hand tangled in her hair and pulled it to make her lay on her back while keeping their lips connected.
Charlie's other hand began to pinch and twist her nipple through the fabric of her dress. Her knickers were getting drenched just from the kisses. Charlie's teeth grabbed at her bottom lip and then let go as his tongue collided with her own.
Hermione's hands twisted into Charlie's longer hair, then she let her nails scratch down his neck and onto his shoulders. He released her mouth to let out a hiss as she felt her nails break the skin.
He abandoned her lips and began to attack her breast with his mouth as his hand still played with her other nipple. Hermione's body began to twist and jerk at the sensations that was filling her abdomen. He was going to make her climax without ever touching her center.
He moved his mouth to attend to her other nipple and ran his teeth over the cloth. Hermione's body shuttered with pleasure and she knew that she was getting close to the edge. Hermione's nails kept digging into Charlie's back through his shirt as she got closer and closer.
With one hard bite down on her nipple, Hermione came with a scream and felt her knickers flood.
Smirking, Charlie looked up at her and began to kiss his way down her firm abdomen. Once he reached her pelvis, Charlie reached up the skirt of her dress and removed her ruined knickers.
With a dip of his head, she suddenly felt Charlie's tongue running against her swollen clit. Hermione's hips arched into Charlie's face as he licked inside her center and used his thumb to rub her clit.
Hermione was panting "Charlie, please. Oh Merlin. Please, I need you." She felt Charlie's hands abandon her body, but he continued to lick her. She heard the sound of him fumbling with his belt and the zipper to his trousers.
"Do we need the contraception charm?" Charlie asked as he slowly sat up onto his knees and lined himself up with her center.
"No, just fuck me." Hermione was begging.
With a long hard thrust Charlie had entered her. He pulled her legs up so that they were resting against his chest as he quickened the pace with his thrusts.
"Your cunt is so perfect. You are so wet and warm for me." Charlie was growling the words out as he slammed his hips into her pelvis. "I'm going to make you cum again. You're going to cum all over my cock for me. Just like that good girl you are."
Hermione could feel herself squeeze his penis with every word he said to her. She could feel herself working towards her release again as Charlie thrust into her, again and again.
"I want us to cum at the same time, do you understand?" Charlie ordered her.
Hermione could only nod her head. If she opened her mouth she was going to scream and she didn't want anyone to stumble in on them.
Charlie put his hand between their bodies and used his thumb to rub her clit. Hermione knew that she wasn't going to last much longer. She felt in her abdomen the tension building. She squeezed his cock more and more the closer she got.
"Now" was all Charlie grunted out and she tumbled right over the edge as Charlie filled her with his seed with a final thrust.
Still inside her, Charlie collapsed onto Hermione and she could feel his warm body wet with sweat and breathing heavily.
Hermione kissed and nipped at his neck, since she could now easily reach it with her mouth.
Pushing up with his arms, Charlie hung his body over her looking down into her eyes.
"You have the most perfect doe eyes I've ever seen." Charlie ran one of her hands down the side of her face and jaw line. "The most lushes lips I've ever kissed." Running his thumb over her swollen and bruised lips.
Hermione gazed into Charlie's eyes and could feel the warmth in her body, but shuddered at his words. This could easily feel much too personal for casual wedding sex, so she diverted her gaze by reaching up to press another kiss to his lips.
Charlie had slipped out of her, so she cast a quick cleaning spell to help with the liquid that was running down the inside of her thigh.
Charlie rolled to his back pulling Hermione into his side and resting his chin on the top of her head. Curled up next to Charlie and under the blanket their bodies were warm, the cool spring breeze felt amazing on her face.
Hermione and Charlie slept next to the pond, knowing that in the morning they would be parting ways again.
At least, until the next Weasley wedding.
Harry and Ginevra
Hermione was glowing in the warm September sun as she held her bouquet of flowers and walked towards her raven-haired best friend. Standing straight and proud behind him was her other best friend, who was beaming at her.
The long dress gold she wore brushed the ground with each step she took. She blushed as she saw Ron mouth "damn" to her. Hermione shook her head at him, causing a few strands of her hair to fall into her face.
Hermione made it to Harry, just in time to turn to see the bride emerge holding onto her father's arm. Ginny's red hair was beautifully pinned to the back of her head with a few stands hanging down and framing her face. She was radiant and the most beautiful bride that Hermione had ever seen.
Hermione turned from looking at Ginny to see Harry with tears welling up in his eyes and his chest puffed up as his bride took his breath away. When he finally released the breath, his hands shot up to his mouth and she could see the grin spreading hidden under his hands.
"And who gives this witch to marry this wizard?" Boomed the voice of Kingsley Shacklebolt to Arthur Weasley.
"Her mother and I do" Arthur said with a sniff as he guided Ginny's hand towards Harry.
Arthur went to sit next to Molly, who was uncontrollably sobbing into her handkerchief. Arthur wrapped his arm lovingly around his wife's shoulders and gave her a tight hug to try and calm her.
As Hermione's eyes left the Weasley parent's, she spotted sitting directly behind his mother, Charlie. Another two and a half years had passed since George's wedding. Charlie's hair was slightly longer and pulled into a ponytail at the base of his neck now. He had a wide grin on his face. Once he noticed Hermione watching him, Charlie gave her a wink.
For a third time in five years, Hermione and Charlie had both come to a Weasley wedding single and dateless. Hermione could feel the blood rushing to her face as she anticipated what was probably in her future for the upcoming night.
"Do you, Harry James Potter, take this witch as your lawful wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, to love until death?" Kingsley's voice boomed Hermione out of the trance she'd found herself in when thinking of Charlie.
"I do" Harry's eyes sparkled with the excitement.
"Do you, Ginevra Molly Weasley, take this wizard as your lawful husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, to love until death?"
"I do, I really do." Hermione watched the back of Ginny's head bounce with excitement.
"Then I may now pronounce you, wizard and wife. Harry, you can kiss your wife now." Kingsley hadn't even finished saying the last part before Ginny had thrown herself into Harry's arms.
Hermione glanced out into the crowd and found Charlie, who wiggled his eyebrows at Hermione. Hermione felt the warmth of her blush rise in her face quickly, and adverted her eyes before anyone noticed.
"For the very first time, it is my pleasure to announce to you all, Mr. and Mrs. Harry Potter."
Harry and Ginny turned to face the crowd of all their friends and family members, hand in hand they raised their fist into the air and rushed their way back down the aisle.
Hermione and Ron quickly followed behind them, beaming at each other with happiness and joy for the couple that they both loved dearly.
Hermione could feel the same eyes following her as she exited the garden, but was determined that she wasn't going to look back. If she did, she knew that she was going to reveal more about their casual relationship than she wanted the rest of the Weasley family to know about.
Hermione was seated at the head table for the reception. It wasn't as easy to blend into the background as it had been at the last two Weasley wedding's that she had attended. Being the maid of honor, she was put right front and center.
She had worn her hair up and on the left side of her head in an elegant updo. Letting her wild curls being tamed and brushed away from her face. The scoop neck of her dress showed a lot more cleavage than Hermione was accustomed to, but the dress made her feel sexy and she was glad for the choice.
She had neglected to try and find herself a date for this wedding, but she had a certain red headed dragon keeper that she was hopeful would also be dateless. Ron had brought Alicia Spinnet, they had been seeing each other for a little over a month now. Angelina had introduced her and Ron at Harry's birthday party this year and they seemed to really be hitting things off. They currently had their heads pressed close together and kept whispering to each other.
Hermione had no chance of joining their conversation without re arranging the entire table, so instead she sat and watched Harry twirling Ginny around the dance floor. They were radiating happiness, the sight of two of her closeted friends enjoying their happily ever after brought her such a sense of peace that she felt lighter too.
"Hello, you must be Hermione Granger." Ron's Great Aunt Tessie was an elderly witch who was plump with white hair and using a walking stick to get around the reception. Hermione jumped from her seat to help the elderly witch.
"Yes, oh hello. You must be Ron and Ginny's Aunt Tessie." Hermione stood and held out her arm to gesture for the elderly woman to take her seat. She had never personally met the woman, but she had been pointed out to her at Bill, Percy, and George's weddings so she knew who she was.
"You are much too kind my dear." Tessie was shaking, but she did sit down in the seat. "You know, I have all these great nephews who are single and could really use a fine woman such as yourself."
Hermione grinned at the woman, while inwardly cringing. She was not going to be set up by Great Aunt Tessie. No, freaking, way. Instead, Hermione said "That's very sweet of you to say."
"Aunt Tessie, I've been looking for you!" Charlie's voice carried over to where Hermione and Tessie were talking, making Hermione's head jerk up in the direction that it was coming from.
On Charlie's shoulders sat a four-year-old Victoire and on each leg were the pair of two-year-old cousins Molly and Dominique. Hermione couldn't help but let out a laugh at the sight of Charlie being used as a human carnival ride for the three small girls.
"Charles, my sweet dear. You're as handsome as always." Tessie's eyes glittered in admiration while looking at Charlie. "Oh, I know. How about I take these three girls and the two of you head to the dance floor. Girls, release your Uncle Charlie and come with Aunt Tessie to find the cake." Tessie's eyes twinkled when she looked back towards Hermione.
With a screeching of excitement, Charlie quickly lost all three of his riders as they took off at a run with their Great-Great Aunt. Tessie smiled at the girls as she wobbled away with her walking stick.
"We can't disappoint an aging witch such as Tessie now, can we?" Charlie held his hand out for Hermione, but she hesitated. The last thing she wanted was for someone such as Charlie's mother to see them dancing together and start hearing wedding bells.
As if reading her mind, Charlie smiled down at Hermione, "Mum is in the house rocking Roxanne to sleep while George and Angelina enjoy the reception."
"Oh, so no match making this time?" Hermione took Charlie's hand as he swooped her onto the dance floor with a lot more grace than she would have thought a man his size would possess.
"There's something about a newborn that can really distract a meddling woman" Charlie winked as he guided Hermione perfectly along to the music playing in the background.
Looking around, Hermione saw a very pregnant Fleur slowly swaying in Bill's arms, Percy and Audrey gazing at each other, and then off the dance floor Hermione saw George and Angelina sitting and enjoy a couple butter beers at a table. All the happily married Weasley children, blissfully in love and with their own happily-ever-after.
This family had come so far in the last seven years since the Battle of Hogwarts. Hermione was in awe of how strong and close they had grown in the wake of Fred's death. They had added four granddaughters, two more daughter in laws, and now a son in law.
Hermione's heart ached for the family that she loved so dearly, they had always treated her as one of them and she was never left out. It brought her so much joy to still be able to be such close friends with Harry, Ron, and Ginny that she would be included in all these milestones.
As the music came to an end, Charlie let Hermione go. Not before whispering into her ear, "meet me outside in two hours."
A shiver of anticipation ran straight up her spine, but right behind Charlie she saw Bill notice he exchange and raise an eyebrow at her.
Hiding her face so that she wouldn't look guilty, Hermione let go of Charlie and walked promptly back to the head table and sat down.
The festivities of the night progressed and Hermione avoided Charlie like he had dragon pox. She did not want to give Bill or Aunt Tessie anymore ideas seeing them near each other. As much as Hermione enjoyed Charlie, their lives were much too busy and too far spread out for anything real to be plausible.
Harry and Ginny cut their cake, and at the same time they managed to shoved a piece in each other's face. Ron and Hermione both gave a toast to the happy couple, and Arthur, who had slightly too much to drink, sobbed about how fast his little girl had grown up. Percy ended up stopping Arthur before he could get any weepier.
The young cousins ran around and played, demanding much of Charlie's attention and energy. He conjured bubble dragons that chased each girl, causing them to squeal with excitement as they ran from their own miniature dragons.
Before she knew it, the reception was beginning to wind down and the two hours were over. Percy and Audrey had already left with little Molly. Bill and Fleur were gathering up their two little girls to lay down in the house in Bill and Charlie's old bedroom.
"Mione, can you tell Gin and Harry that I'm, uh, heading out?" Ron and Alicia came walking down the table towards her. Ron's face was turning bright red as he let out a cough. "I, well, you see, me and Alicia, there was this thing I was wanting to show her."
"I'll let them know, Ronald. Alicia" Hermione nodded a goodbye to the couple and they sped out of the tent's exit towards the burrow.
Hermione knew that they were going to try and sneak into Ron's old bedroom, but little did he know that his mum was inside. So, they were probably going to get caught before they made it all the way up the stair to Ron's room.
Ginny and Harry were rocking back and forth on the dance floor in each other's arms giving each other the occasional soft kiss. They were oblivious to the world around them.
"Congratulations you two" as Hermione gave them a group hug, "I'm going to head out and Ron wanted me to let you know that he was leaving too."
"You're leaving? You aren't going to stay to see us off in the morning?" Ginny broke away from Harry to gage Hermione's expression.
"I'm not leaving, leaving. I have my tent set up to sleep in so that the two of you can have Ginny's room all to yourselves." Hermione had tried avoiding sleeping in Ginny's room since she had woken up in the middle of the night and caught the now newlyweds shagging on the floor.
"Okay good! We'll see you in the morning, or early afternoon." Ginny gave a quick wink then Hermione hugged both her friends tight.
"Thank you, for everything." Harry gave her one last squeeze.
"I'd do anything for you." She told him as he released her. With that, Hermione turned and headed towards the exit.
Hermione wasn't sure where Charlie was wanting to meet her, so she decided that she'd just go over to her small tent and then see if she could find him without anyone noticing.
Before she got too far, Hermione was pulled into a bush that was near the camping area. "Charlie?" Hermione asked as she as totally blind where she had landed.
"Sh, there's too many people walking around. I set my tent up closest to the edge. If we're careful, we should be able to sneak into it without being spotted." Charlie took her hand and easily guided her away from the remaining guests that were leaving the reception.
"Charlie, I think Bill might have an idea that there's something going on." Hermione pressed as the continued making their way towards the small tent that she could now see.
Shrugging his shoulders, Charlie did a quick glance then drug her into the tent. Closing the entrance and putting multiple wards up, so as they won't be disturbed. "Even if Bill thinks there's something going on between us, he won't say anything." Using both his hands, Charlie cupped her face and tilted it up towards his and captured her lips.
Anything that she had wanted to say to Charlie was lost in the passion of the kiss. She hungerly began to rip at the shirt that he was wearing while he tore her dress into shreds trying to get it off her as quickly as possible.
The want and desire that burned between them was even more intense. Maybe it was the amount of time that had passed since they'd last been together, but as Charlie's fingers ran down her arms she felt as if her skin was on fire.
Lifting Hermione off the ground, Charlie carried her to the bed that was set in the tent. Hermione was sat on the bed as Charlie continued the attack on her lips, running his tongue over her lips; begging to be let in.
With a moan, he was finally granted the entrance that he had been looking for. Whipping their tongues against each other, they desperately scrambled at removing each other's clothing. With a rip, Hermione heard as all the buttons from Charlie's shirt scattered across the tent.
She sat back, looking at the now shirtless Charlie. His rippling muscles weren't just for show. He had scars running all across his chest and arms. He had thick red chest hair that she ran her fingers in as she also felt the hardness of his chest under her palm.
Crawling back into his lap, Hermione captured his lips with her own and wrapped her arms around his neck. His hair was long enough that she should get her fingers tangled in it without much effort.
Charlie was working on the zipper of her dress, and she felt as it fell from her chest and pooled in her lap. Charlie pulled back so that he could survey Hermione's naked chest.
Hermione had not worn a bra, and the hungry look that Charlie was granting her with made her glad that a bra was not something she'd had to wear.
Charlie climbed above Hermione, forcing her to lay her head back onto the pillow with her wild curls going everywhere around her face.
Charlie gave her a short passionate kiss on her lips, then worked his way down peppering her neck with kisses. When he reached her chest, he gave each breast the attention that they were begging for.
He continued to kiss down her abdomen, until he reached where her dress was. Lifting her hip, Charlie was able to pull the dress past her waist and discard the clothing onto the floor.
Left only in her knickers, Hermione was glad that she had anticipated that she'd be with Charlie again. She had chosen her sexiest black lace thong to wear for him.
"Merlin woman, you are going to be the death of me." Charlie hissed as he reached towards her arousal and slipped his fingers through her slick to lubricate them. He slid one finger inside her followed by a second finger.
Hermione was trying to keep eye contact with Charlie as he pumped his fingers inside her, but the pressure was too great. She threw her head back and closed her eyes. Charlie added a third finger, forcing a moan to slip through her lips.
She was getting so close, if anything touched her clit, she knew that she was going to tumble over the edge. Charlie slowed his rhythm and Hermione opened her eyes and looked down to see that Charlie had taken his trousers off.
All longing for his fingers were lost as she took in the sheer size of Charlie Weasley. She knew he was big, but seeing him standing there with his stiff cock she couldn't imagine how he'd fit inside her.
"Rollover" he growled the command at her.
Nodding her head, Hermione did exactly as she was told without question. She felt his tip at her entrance and let out a slow breath.
"No need for the contraception charm, right?" Charlie purred as she felt him pressing himself against her, just starting to stretch her with his tip.
With a shiver of excitement and anticipation Hermione could only shake her head in response. Her voice lost to the waves of pleasure that were rolling through her body like electricity.
"Good girl" and he was inside her. From this angel he was hitting a spot inside her that sent a tremor straight through her body with each time he slammed his hips into her.
She felt as one of his hands ran across her torso until he had her hard nipple between his fingers. He began to bead the nipple, and it was all Hermione could do to just throw her head forwards and moan.
Her vision was obscured by the curtain of curls, making the rest of her senses feel heightened. She could hear the sound of Charlie's heavy breathing as he kept up the quick pace. She could smell him, he smelled like a campfire, grass, and dirt.
Charlie's hand left her nipple and she felt as he began to thumb her clit. The pressure was building and she knew it wouldn't be long until she exploded. Climbing higher and higher, she felt like she was standing as if she were standing on the edge of a cliff and the only thing left to do was fall.
With one last flick of his thumb, that's exactly what she did. Hermione could feel her entire body contract and squeeze against him inside her. She felt the liquid that had been built up in her release on his pelvis. Charlie gave one last thrust and she felt him climax after her.
His body collapsed on top of her panting. Hermione closed her eyes as the feel of his naked body pressed against hers made her realize just how tired she was.
She knew that sleeping in his tent would raise all sorts of questions that she didn't want to answer though. When she began to worry that he might have fallen asleep Charlie let out a heavy sigh. "Woman, you will be the death of me."
He cupped her chin and turned her face to lay a kiss on her jaw before removing himself from her back.
Lifting her body off his bed, Hermione turned to face Charlie. He was leaning on one arm on his bed with a very content and sexy look spread across his face that made her knees turn to jelly.
She crawled towards him and let the kiss linger a little longer than she really should have.
"I need to go" she whispered against his lips. She felt him sigh and nod his head in agreement.
Rolling off the bed, Hermione slipped back into her dress. She threw the mess of curls into a sloppy bun on the top of her head, confident that it was now late enough that even if someone saw her, they wouldn't see that she had been thoroughly shagged.
"Until the next wedding then." Charlie called out after her. Turning for one last look, Hermione seriously hopped that she wouldn't have to wait too long.
Ronald and Padma
"Whoever decided that getting married end of June was a brilliant idea is about to get hit with a bat-bogey hex. This heat has me sweating in places that I didn't know could produce sweat and I swear to Godric if my ankles couldn't get any more swollen."
Hermione had found herself alone sitting next to a pregnant and irritated Ginny Potter. Even though she wasn't due until October, she was already pregnant enough that the summer heat was not agreeing with her.
Last month, at the 10-year anniversary of the Battle of Hogwarts, Ginny had been a much more pleasant person to be around with minimal complaining. Though it had been a somber day remembering all their lost loved ones, they had been able to reflex on the positive changes that had happened in the wizarding world since that fateful day.
Hermione had recently taken a promotion at work, and was now head for the beast division. She had been so busy at work with the upcoming plans to bring a new dragon sanctuary Scotland, that her personal life had taken a backseat again.
She had a causal relationship with Ernie Macmillan, but things with him had sizzled out really quickly. He didn't understand her passion for her work and why she put so much efforts in her reform efforts for the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures.
"I'm going to hex Harry." Ginny began to pull her wand out snapping Hermione out of her thoughts and grabbing her friend's hand to stop her.
"Ginny, you can't hex the best man while he's standing at the alter for your brother's wedding." Hermione was trying to reason with an unreasonable witch.
"He did this to me. He will pay for this." Hermione was not going to remind Ginny that she had been an active participant in the events that had led to her pregnancy. Hermione might be a brave Gryffindor, but she didn't have a death wish.
As the music started to indicate that the bride was coming down the aisle, Hermione stood and turned to see a radiant Padma Patil grinning from ear to ear. Her long dark hair was pulled into an elegant braid down her back and her dark eyes sparkled at the sight of Ron standing and waiting for her.
She had Ron had started seeing each other about a year ago, after they had reconnected at Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, where Ron was now a co-manager with George. Ron had quit his job as an Auror two years ago, saying that he was wanting to help George run the shop.
The change in career had a lasting effect on Ron. He's stopped having so many casual relationships once he had started co-managing the shop. When Padma had come in looking for a gift for her nephew, the rest was history.
The ceremony went off without a hitch, Ron and Padma ran down the aisle hand in hand.
Harry and Parvati followed at a slower pace behind them, when Harry was hit in the back of his leg with a stinging jinx, causing him to jump slightly looking over his shoulder with a grimace and fear in his bright green eyes.
"Ginevra Potter, did you just jinx your husband during your brother's wedding!" Hermione heard Molly Weasley's hissed whisper from slightly in front of them.
Ginny quickly stowed her wand into the pocket of her dress, plastering a look of fake innocence on her face. Hermione slowly moved away from Ginny, not wanting to be the next unsuspecting person to be jinxed by her.
As they made their way towards the tent where all the Weasley wedding receptions had taken place now, Hermione spotted a ten-year-old Teddy Lupin with bright blue hair holding the hand of seven-year-old Victoire. five-year-old Molly and the almost five-year-old Dominique were walking behind them whispering giggles between each other.
She saw George and Angelina carrying their two children, Roxanne, who would be turning three in August and Fred who had just turned two months old.
Percy was helping a very pregnant Audrey make their way towards the reception. Audrey was due with little Lucy mid-July, but seemed to be in high spirits with her due date quickly approaching.
Seeing all the children and pregnant women made Hermione's heart slightly ache at the thought of having children. The thought was abruptly swept away when a two-year-old Louis jumped into her arms.
"Mmm!" He grunted as he squished his face against her chest.
Hermione felt herself laugh and relax a little as the small boy snuggled in against her. He was born on her twenty-sixth birthday, so she felt a bit more of a connection with the little boy. They had celebrated their birthdays together at the burrow the past two years, and he had been more than happy to sit with her when they were sang to.
"Louis, are you my date for the wedding then?" Hermione asked as she nuzzled her face into the top of his soft red hair, causing a curtain of her long curls to fall around them.
"So, you aren't flying solo today. And here I thought that I was going to get to spend tonight with you again." Hermione heard a deep voice just audible for her to pick up.
She whipped her head up off Louis's head and turned around to face Charlie. She hadn't seen him for any of the wedding preparations, and had been told by Bill yesterday that Charlie was stuck in Romania and wouldn't be able to make it to Ron's wedding unless there was some miracle. He hadn't even been able to make it back last month for the anniversary as there was an incident at the reserve.
Bill hadn't known any details and had simply stated that Charlie had just sent a quick owl back end of April and said that he wouldn't be coming to the anniversary and that he just hoped that he would be able to come for Ron and Padma's wedding, but couldn't make any promises.
"You made it!" Hermione was beaming at just the sight of him. Louis, obviously felt the same was as Hermione and launched himself from Hermione's arms and into Charlie's chest. "I thought that you weren't going to be able to come? I didn't see you at the ceremony?"
"I just got in; I'm going to have to leave first thing tomorrow morning though. They made the exception for me mostly because they knew I hadn't been able to leave last month for the anniversary." Now that she had gotten over her initial shock of seeing Charlie in the flesh, she did notice that he had some bandages wrapped around both his forearms. She suspected that it had something to do with what was happening in Romania, but didn't want to pry. She also assumed that with the work towards the new sanctuary, she'd be getting all the detailed reports of the most recent incidents to prepare for any criticism once the project became public knowledge.
"I'm not sitting at that ruddy head table next to that wanker, if he thinks I'm just going to jinx his leg he has another thing – CHARLIE!" Ginny half ran half power walked the rest of the way to where Hermione, Charlie, and Louis were standing outside the reception tent.
"Bill said some there was some big raid of private dragon collectors that you were dealing with." Ginny was up on her toes giving her elder brother a kiss on his jaw.
"Yeah, we just got about 20 dragons from a private residence in Spain. They're all in bad shape and needing a lot of rehabilitation. We're now dealing with a lot of fights as they try and re-sort their territory." Hermione nodded to herself. She'd seen a report from the Auror's office that there was suspicious dark artifacts found leading to a secluded area in Spain and it was believed that they were using dragons as part of their defenses.
She had yet to get the report that the dragons had been actually been taken into custody. The lack of communication between the dragon reserve in Romania and her office was making her job increasingly harder. She made a mental note that she was going to have to push for reports to be shared more freely if they really hoped to be able to get their own sister sanctuary started.
"We had better get inside, and Ginny why don't you sit with me. I'm with Muriel and your parents." Hermione nodded a goodbye to Charlie and Louis, as they waved and went to sit at the table where Bill and Fleur were seated at.
"You know, I think I will join Harry at the head table. Thanks anyway." Ginny made her way quickly to sit next to a very nervous looking Harry.
Throughout the reception, Hermione found herself much more intoxicated than she had anticipated. She swore to herself every time she snuck a glance Charlie's way, as the alcohol made her much more open with her gazing than she would have wanted to be. Unfortunately for her, Charlie spent a large majority of his time with Bill and Fleur. This meant that every time Hermione snuck a glance Charlie's way, Bill might notice.
She could have sworn she saw Fleur even nudging Bill and gesturing towards Hermione, but it might have been something else. There's no possible way that they would have noticed her looking Charlie's way.
"I can't believe you wouldn't let me set you up with someone for this." Ginny whined to her as she came up from behind, causing Hermione to blush furiously as she was almost caught gazing off towards Charlie again.
"Gin, as much as I wanted to come here with Oliver Wood, I'd rather be single at a wedding." Hermione crossed her arms over her chest to be firm with her best girlfriend, rolling her eyes more for the added dramatic effect.
"Mione, I just don't want to see you have to be alone tonight. And Oliver wouldn't be your first Quidditch date, maybe it wouldn't have been so bad." Ginny complained as she put her hands on her lower back and stretched. "It might have been fun even. I don't know, maybe he talks about something other than Quidditch these days."
"Gin, I don't think Oliver Wood even thinks about anything other than Quidditch." Harry started rubbing Ginny's back as he followed his wife to where Hermione was standing. The simple act made Ginny drop her head and moan as Harry continued to massage her back.
"We just worry about you, Mione. I mean, Merlin you're going to be twenty-nine this year and now all of us are married. You're always welcome to come and hang out with us, you know that right?" Tears were brimming in Ginny's eyes, causing Hermione to throw her hands up and pull her friend in for a hug.
"Ginny, you don't have to worry about me, I don't feel left out or anything. I'm very happy with my left. Please, believe me." Harry was standing behind his wife mouthing HORMONES to Hermione, making her bite her lip from laughing.
"Truly Ginny, there's no need to worry about me." Hermione released her friend and held onto her shoulders and looked her in the eye.
"I know Mione, but just…" Ginny looked over her shoulder towards Harry, who had gotten swept up in a conversation at that moment. "I know it can't be easy, being around everyone expecting and all the kids. You can always talk to me about it, I can't imagine how you're feeling with all this."
With a sigh, Hermione put on the forced smile she had been using for the last ten years anytime Ginny or anyone else brought up the topic of babies or pregnancy "motherhood just wasn't in the cards for me, and I'm okay with it."
Hermione excused herself from her friends and walked off to find a floating tray carrying more Champagne. She didn't have enough of a buzz for an emotional Ginny.
As it got later into the night and the reception was beginning to die down, Hermione was well past the point of socially acceptable intoxication and knew that she was needing to head towards her tent and call it a night.
Ron and Padma had made their rounds to every guest and were now just enjoying the rest of the evening with each other. As Hermione watched them, the air was filled with a happiness that they both deserved. Ron was like a brother to her, and she couldn't be happier for her friend to have finally found the love of his life.
Ducking away, she hadn't noticed the muscular bandaged arms and wide chest right in front of her, causing her to run squarely into Charlie.
"Watch yourself Mione." Charlie chuckled as he helped her steady herself and look up into his smoldering brown eyes. "I see your date has abandoned you." Charlie's brown eyes were growing darker with lust as he surveyed her.
"Oh yes, that's part of the problem with younger men. They just can't seem to keep up." Hermione unconsciously placed the palms of her hands on Charlie's firm chest. The alcohol making her feel much bolder than she otherwise would have.
With a low rumble in his chest, Charlie took hold of her wrists and lowered his head. "Do you have a tent set up here somewhere close?"
Hermione looked around quickly at the remaining Weasleys and felt confident that they were all absorbed in themselves. Grabbing ahold of Charlie's shirt, she slowly began to walk backwards towards the exit of the reception tent. "Were you wanting to see my tent? It is rather nice."
"Oh, is it."
"Oh yes, very warm and inviting."
As soon as they were cleared of the reception tent and in the shadows, Hermione jumped up into Charlie's arms just giving him enough time to catch her. Hermione's lips crashed onto Charlie's as she removed her hands from his chest and wrapped them around his neck. Her legs firmly wrapped and holding onto his waist, Charlie groaned against her mouth.
She could already feel how stiff he was against the inside of her thigh, making her body tremble with want. Charlie began to walk over where the camping tents were set up. "What one?" He pulled back from her lips to get directions.
"That one, the dark blue one" Hermione gestured with her head as she reclaimed his lips.
Hermione began running her nails down his neck and on his shoulders. She couldn't touch him enough. It had been so long since she'd last had him in her arms and she needed to memorize the feel of him.
They found their way into her tent. It was a lot smaller than the one that Charlie had used, but it worked well enough for Hermione. She really only used it whenever there was a party at The Burrow and was unable to apparate home.
Charlie settled himself into a sitting position on the bed with her straddling his hip. Hermione began rolling her hips against Charlie with anticipation. Charlie groaned and lifted her off his lap just enough do undo his trousers.
When he sat her back onto his lap, he pushed her knickers to the side so he entered her with one hard thrust. Hermione gasped as he filled her and she felt herself clenching around him. The sex was hurried and hungry. It felt like their bodies had missed this and it was exactly what they were both needing.
Hermione bounced up and down on Charlie as he thrusted upward into her. Charlie began to nip and kiss on Hermione's neck and down towards her collarbone. He found an extra sensitive spot that made Hermione scream as he nipped it.
Hermione reached down between their bodies and began to massage and rub on her clit. She could tell it wouldn't be much longer before she had an orgasm.
Charlie took ahold of Hermione's hips and began to make pull her down with such force that she hissed with the pressure. As she toppled over the edge, Charlie held her still against his hips as she clenched his cock inside her.
After her body had stopped spasming, Charlie slowly lifted her off his cock and laid Hermione onto her back. Hermione shuddered as she saw the smoldering look in Charlie's eyes as he was looking down at her.
Charlie reached under the skirt of her dress and hooked his thumbs around the knickers and pulled them down and off her legs.
"Do we need the contraception charm?" Hermione shook her head no. She was still trying to catch her breath after her last climax.
Lining himself up between her legs, Charlie pushed himself back inside her. Hermione let out a gasp of pleasure as he filled her more than he had just moments ago. Hermione wrapped her legs around Charlie's waist as he thrust his hips with an urgency.
Hermione felt as Charlie reached between their bodies and began to thumb her clit as the pleasure began to rise inside her again.
As Hermione rocked her hips up to meet each of Charlie's thrusts, she clenched her insides around his cock. Charlie's head dropped and his eyes closed as his breaths got heavier.
As Charlie's hips snapped between her legs, he hit a spot inside her that made her moan in pleasure. She was getting close again, from the sounds Charlie was making she would tell that he was getting close to his release too.
Charlie leaned down and bit into the sensitive spot on her collarbone and rubbed her clit at the same moment. Hermione screamed out as she toppled over the edge, tightening her thighs around Charlie's waist.
With one last snap, Charlie released with her and fell onto her chest.
Hermione felt the warm embrace as Charlie wrapped his arms around her body. She lazily ran her fingers in his hair as she felt more relaxed that she had in weeks. Not long after, she heard the soft sounds of Charlie deeply breathing in his sleep.
Hermione worked her way out from under his body pinning her to the bed. She tried to nudge him again to wake him, but he just rolled to the other side of the bed. Hermione gave a huff, and went to dig out some pajamas.
The only thing she had to wear was a big night shirt and cotton knickers. Surely, she would have packed some shorts in this bag? No, she wouldn't have packed shorts because she never wore shorts to bed.
Giving up on her attempts to wake him, she curled back into bed and let sleep take her.