Day 25: gazing into each other's eyes and with toys


All throughout dinner, Charlie couldn't keep his eyes off Hermione. Dressed in a beautiful blue gown with teardrop earrings that hung to just the tops of her shoulders, she sat in between Fred and George, laughing and shaking her head at their ridiculous stories and puns. Tears of mirth ran down her face as she clutched onto Fred's arm for support. Annoyingly enough, Fred looked like he was having the time of his life; his eyes were bright and his grin as wide as his stupid face. George, too, looked like he'd just unwrapped his Christmas present; he was practically vibrating in his seat, a huge grin plastered to his equally stupid face.

Charlie tightened his grip on his fork and tried to subtly mime stabbing his brothers, but Hermione noticed. Her eyes widened just a fraction, and her smile froze before turning into a cheeky grin. She called out lightly, "Are you having fun, Charlie?"

Fred and George turned to look at him, their beady little eyes gleaming in the restaurant's candlelights. They chorused in their usual creepy manner, "Yes, Charlie, are you having fun?"

Charlie gritted his teeth and glared at them. "I would if only I was at home with my wife naked under me. But no, she'd rather play house with you two bozos."

"Charlie!" Hermione cried, her face reddening at his words. "Be nice!"

"Yes, Charlie, we're your brothers," Fred said, batting his lashes at him and tilting his head to the right.

"And you love us, remember?" George added, tilting his head to the left.

They looked like overgrown redhaired Golden Retrievers, and on any other day, Charlie would have just rolled his eyes and smacked their heads for being so annoying, but today was special. Today was his and Hermione's first wedding anniversary, and he'd planned on doing a lot of romantic stuff with his wife.

But, no…The twins had barged in on their special day and had even invited themselves along to dinner to the romantic restaurant Charlie had booked for the evening. Now, they sat there, enjoying themselves, while Charlie fumed in his seat.

Hermione nudged his foot under the table and shot him a pointed look. Charlie sighed and grumbled, "Can't you two go bother someone else?"

"Charlie!" Hermione laughed, kicking his shin.

"No, no, it's alright," Fred said, sighing and sniffling dramatically. He pushed his chair back and got up.

"We know when we're not wanted," George added, getting to his feet noisily. People turned to look at the twins curiously, and Charlie groaned, knowing the boys would make a spectacle of them all.

"We'll just get out of your hair—"

"—and return to our lonely little flat—"

"—where there's no one to talk to—"

"—or have fun with—"

"—We only wanted to be a part of your celebration—"

"—considering we're the ones who got you two together in the first place—"

"—but since we're not wanted—"

"—or loved—"

"—we'll leave you two alone—"

"—and hope that you enjoy your wonderful evening without us here to bother you."

Charlie rolled his eyes and said, "That guilt trip doesn't work on me, you know that, right? Like you said, you're my brothers. I know just how you two work."

"Do you think we're pretending, Mione?" Fred asked, turning to Hermione, his eyes watery and round.

Hermione sniffled and shook her head. She grabbed the twins by their elbows and tugged uselessly. "You two aren't going anywhere! Charlie, tell them to sit down and finish their food."

Smirking over Hermione's head at Charlie, who swore at them mentally, the twins sat down. They chorused, "Well, if you insist," and then started shovelling the rest of their food down their throats like they had been starving for ages.

Charlie sighed and looked at Hermione. She met his gaze, her brown eyes warm and soft, which seemed to be saying, "Come on, Charlie, let them stay. They're family."

"Yes, but I want to spend some quality time with you."

"We'll have time to ourselves later."

"I look forward to it—and hopefully, these two idiots won't interrupt us."

Hermione glanced away, her lips twitching, and Charlie hoped she knew what he had been thinking. He nudged her foot under the table, and she looked back at him.

Hermione's gaze softened when she met his eyes, and Charlie pretended she could hear his thoughts.

"As soon as we get home, I'm going to throw you over my shoulder and carry you to bed. I'm going to undress you with my teeth and make you scream my name over and over again until all you know is the feel of my hands on your body and my tongue in between your legs. I'm going to bury my face in your cunt and lap you up like a fucking dog. And then, I'm going to shag you so hard it'll leave the imprint of your tight little body on the mattress."

Hermione's eyes began to widen, and her cheeks flushed. She squeaked out, "Charlie…"

"I'm going to ram my cock up your sweet, sweet cunt and play with your arse. Oh, Merlin, how I love that tight little peach of yours!"

"Charlie," Hermione whimpered, her face reddening for some strange reason. A couple of loud snickers almost distracted Charlie from his mental speech.

Charlie's eyes narrowed in on her squirming legs, and he knew she was wet. He smirked and went on thinking, "Fuck, baby, you know that vibrating dildo we just bought the other day? I've been dying to use it on you. I bet you'd just love to take it up your arse while I'm balls deep inside you. You'd love that, right? The feel of my cock inside you, the toy up your arse, and my hands on your tits? Maybe I could even spitroast you with the toy in pretty little pussy and my cock down your throa—"

"Okay, that's it," Fred barked, leaping to his feet and tugging on his collar. "Merlin's beard, you two! Charlie, just—just go!"

"What?" Charlie blinked, startled out of his thoughts. He looked up at Fred, whose face was redder than his hair, and then at George, who had his eyes trained on something in the opposite direction.

What had just happened?

"Just get out of here before you take Mione on the table in front of everyone," George said, waving his hand in his general direction and still not looking at Charlie. "Please, go! For everyone's sake!"

"We can't watch this anymore!" Fred cried.

Hermione spluttered and stammered, but Charlie was already on his feet, dragging her towards the restaurant door. She cried, "But, Charlie, the bill!"

"They interrupted our evening so they'll just have to pay it themselves," Charlie stated, wrapping his arm around her waist and leading her to the dark alley behind the restaurant.

Hermione laughed heartily right before Charlie Disapparated them home.