AN: I am warning you that there is sex in this chapter at the end. If you are too young to be reading this, this is your warning to stop. If you do not heed it, well, that's your own fault. Don't come drying to me that I hurt your poor virginal minds.

On a brighter note, thank you to everyone who reviewed. And yes, I have crossed Em, and it's all your fault.

This fic is now dedicated to Emily, Ellen and Mike. Especially Mike because he put up with Em, El and I all talking about sex, slash included, for an entire evening. You guys are the best.

Chapter Two

Crazy Bride-zilla

Almost an hour later, it was almost noon and no one had set foot outside of the house, with the exception of the twins who went out into the garden to try and set one of the gnomes on fire with their new spitball line, the fire being completely harmless of course. Finally someone noticed the time, that person being Hermione herself, and the house erupted with the panicked sounds of three females and the cries of despair from the males. It was time to decorate the grounds for the pending nuptials with all of the flowers that a bride could ever want.

All was as fine as things could be considering the rush of things, but that momentary chaotic peace was about to be disrupted by the cries of anguish from the blushing bride.

"Ginny, where are the yellow snapdragons? I spoke to Professor Sprout about them weeks ago!" Hermione was standing at the alter under the newly erected canopy of flowers. There was no yellow in there anywhere. "I need those snapdragons, they are my favorite flower and the whole arrangement doesn't work without them. There are blue, purple, green and white flowers up to my eyeballs but I do not see the yellow. I even have black roses for Merlin's sake and I don't have me YELLOW SNAPDRAGONS!" Hermione's voice had been growing higher and louder as she ranted, making all those around her stop what they were doing and stare. Her normally controlled brown hair was sticking to her face in a mixture of frizz and sweat. She threw her arms, which had, only moments ago, been pointing violently in various directions, to her sides, and dropped onto a wooden chair. There was an air of defeat about the whole matter, but the gleam in her eyes clearly stated that she would get what she wanted some way or another.

Charlie walked over to her and placed his large hands on her shoulders, giving them a little squeeze, and started to massage the knots out of Hermione's neck. She sagged against him and wished that they were naked in bed together in their apartment in London.

"Relax Hermione," Piped up Ginny, sitting down next to Hermione, "The flowers will be here just as you wanted. Some idiot forgot to go and pick them up this morning," Her gaze shifting to Harry with a certain malice to it, "But they will be here in the hour. I sent a letter through the floo as soon as I found out that they were missing. So stop worrying."

"I'm sorry Gin, really I am. I just want this whole thing to be over with so that I can be Mrs. Charlie Weasley and be able to share the same bed again. I haven't had a good night's sleep ever since your mother forced us to separate our sleeping arrangements. I really do want those snap- Harry don't drop those tablecloths!" Hermione was up and yelling at her clumsy friend as if someone had lit a fire under her ass.

Charlie just sighed and went back to work. He loved Hermione dearly, but the wedding was taking its wrath out on both of them, adding to the already unbearable sexual needs that they were unable to quench. They also had to watch Ron and Draco being practically attached at the lips and hips, able to express their love whenever they wanted. There was even bet going on between the twins that Ron would become pregnant before Hermione and Charlie were able to touch each other again. Of course, if Fred had anything to say about it, a few well-placed spells would make Ron grow a uterus and enable him to win the bet.

While listening to the sexy voice of Hermione, he went back to setting up chairs and trying to contain the raging hard-on that was threatening to become all too noticeable.

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"You know mate, she should have been ours, not Charlie's." Whispered George to his twin Fred as they charmed the bells to ring out the 'Jaws' theme while Hermione and Charlie walked down the isle.

There was a brief silence between the two of them while they remembered the years of the past where they were consumed completely with the bushy-haired know-it-all.

It had started in their seventh year, Hermione bring in her fifth, though only a year younger than themselves, when she had truly started to blossom before their eyes. The summer before they were locked in the Black mansion they had all the time in the world to study her and watch her. It was that summer that had truly inspired the creation of the all-seeing eyes, the pornographic neighbors years later had just pushed them that extra inch to turn them into a reality. Of course, if they had said anything about it to Charlie they would be suspended from their balls out the astronomy tower window by him sooner then they could say 'boo'.

However, Charlie did know about the brief relationship that both twins had with Hermione at the same time, being the ones to take her virginity in more ways than one. They had participated in the most erotic threesomes that the twins had ever witnessed, from both the erotic mail that they received each month and the muggle movies that they had taken from their father's secret stash.

Sadly, Hermione had ended the relationship when she got her position as an unspeakable for the ministry and realized that she could never have a conventional relationship with them. She knew that, though it would hurt them, they would get over it, and the hurt would not be as great than if she chose one over the other, which she could never do. It had taken a while, but the three had moved on, or at least Hermione had, dating several men before igniting her eternal flame with Charlie, her soul mate.

Over the years, six to be exact, each twin had carried feelings for their lost lover, but they saw that she was happy, so they left it alone. But if they ever heard that their older brother in some form or another hurt her, they would be he ones hanging him out by his bits from the tower.

"I have to agree with you Fred, but we see her happy and that's what we want for her after all. But I still miss her. Maybe we should throw her a little bachelorette party."

The twins deliberated over this new development while they started to place magical bubbles on each seat, placing a few bottles into their own pockets for later use.

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Later that night, while Hermione was sitting out in the garden at the Weasley house, Charlie was wanking off in the shower, and everyone else was sitting around the kitchen drinking tea, Ron and Draco were making use of the bedroom that was provided for them.

It was their noise that had driven Hermione to find a quieter place to sit, away from the erotic screams coming from Draco's mouth as Ron did god knows what to him. It had been fine at first, Hermione being able to block the moans from reaching her ears by concentrating solely on new book about the many uses of phoenix tears, but after they became louder, Hermione cast a silencing charm and went outside. Even though she had put up with the sounds, it didn't mean that everyone else had to.

She had been sitting on the bench under the willow tree, a nice one the wrapped its branches around people and created a breeze on a calm night, when she decided that Molly had been in charge for long enough. Hermione was going to take matters into her own hands.

Stealthily, she crept back into the house, taking the hidden stairs to the third floor where Charlie was in the shower, singing a song about some American state. She creaked the door open and shut it behind her, locking it as she did so. Hermione then slipped out of the shorts that had been sticking to her body, and the shirt that was moist from sweat. Her under garments followed suite and she slid into the shower, moving the curtain only as much as she needed, Charlie never noticing a thing.

His eyes were shut tightly to keep the shampoo out, a nice cocoanut smelling one that had been made especially fir Hermione in Diagon Alley. And as for hearing anything, Charlie was singing so loudly that the ghost in the attic was being drowned out, and the water was pouring down his tight body, his ears not being excluded from the downpour. Charlie almost screamed bloody murder when he first felt another body being pressed against his own.

He quickly turned around, and when seeing whom it was, wrapped his arms around her smaller body and mover her around so that she was pressed back against the wall and his erection was pressed deeply into her abdomen.

"Oh Charlie." She gasped, the feeling of him being forced upon her almost enough to make her orgasm on the spot. "We need to go somewhere to be alone."

"I know just the place." He answered, and without a moment's pause, apparated out of the shower to the lake down from his family home.

It was a deserted little hole of water, more of a pond than a lake really, but the name had been Lake Hemlock for so long that they referred to it as nothing different. The sun had set since They had first started and there was that dusky glow about the entire shore, making it seem as though the sun and moon would be together in the same sky at the same time, the stars acting like an spectators to the entire affair. It was a beautiful sight to behold, but it was lost on both people as they sank to the ground among the long grass and blooming flowers.

There was a frenzy of lips crashing onto each other, the pent up sexual frustration finally being freed, the result resembling something from a romantic novel. Both were already naked and more than reads to do whatever their partner needed. It was only a matter of minutes until Charlie lowered his body between Hermione's spread thighs and teased her opening until she took charge and forced him to impale himself into her. The outcome was more than she could bear, and she cried out a passionate 'Oh Charlie' before her body rose up to meet his even more.

Their pelvic boned were beating against one another and with Hermione wrapping her legs around her lover's waist, she made him sink deeper into her willing body before he was able to pull back again to repeat the entire process over again. Neither lasted long, each screaming out their release in what seemed like seconds.

Hermione didn't relinquish her grip on Charlie though, keeping him forcefully on top of her and buried in her as they shared kisses and lick, sucks and bites, as if their very souls depended on it. It had been so long for either of them, before having barely gone twenty-four hours without physical touches of a sexual kind. Through their caresses after the sex, thus making it not exactly foreplay, Charlie started to keel himself harden again while still wrapped in Hermione.

He pulled away to look at her face, how it was gleaming in the moonlight with a sheen of sweat across her brow and a rise of colour in her cheeks. She looked so beautiful in that moment that he attacked her again with his lips, this time working down her body and making her scream his name for all to hear.

Molly was not going to be happy in the morning if she ever found out.