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CHAPTER 5


*** CHARLIE ***


"Muggle London?" Pansy asked when we reappeared in a hidden alley.

"Muggle London," I confirmed and slid my fingers through hers to hold her hand tighter, not wanting to let her go.

"Are you scared I'll have a panic attack?" she asked, looking down at our hands. "Because I actually like Muggle London."

"No, but you don't know where we're going." I tugged teasingly on her hand. "And I don't want to lose you."

"Hmm..." She winked at me. "So chivalrous."

"It's a lost art," I said and began the short walk towards the cafe I loved. I assumed she would protest my holding her hand, but she surprised me, walking comfortably beside me.

When she'd opened the door, I'd had to think of very cold things to calm myself down. She was a vision, and when she turned to place the flowers in the vase, the sight of her arse in those tight jeans was almost too much.

It wasn't very gentlemanly of me to look, but I couldn't help myself. The protective robes she constantly wore at MZP hid so much more than I could have imagined.

I chanced a look at her. Her green eyes were sparkling, and I'd finally gotten to see her hair out of the professional up-dos and ponytails she always wore. It was long and fell across her shoulders in dark waves.

But the vision I had of wrapping it around my fist and fucking her over the side of her lab table had me looking away quickly.

"What?" she asked.

I shook my head. "Nothing."

"You're thinking something dirty, aren't you?" she laughed.

"No," I mumbled.

"Tell me."

"It's nothing," I lied. "I was just thinking how good you look out of those unflattering robes."

"Nice try." She bumped me with her shoulder. "You already told me that. Were you thinking about what's under my regular clothes?"

The Pansy Parkinson I had been told about had apparently turned up tonight; sassy, flirty, teasing — the woman I had been looking forward to meeting. But she'd caught me out and clearly knew exactly what I was thinking.

"A gentleman would never think something so crass."

She laughed again. "I've heard stories about you, Charlie Weasley, and I don't think gentleman was ever mentioned."

"What stories?" I was suddenly concerned. She was friends with Ginny, and who knew what my baby sister would tell her about me.

"Oh, just that line of bints you denied having," she said with a shrug. "Apparently there was a new one each week."

"My sister has a tendency to over exaggerate everything," I said, squeezing her hand and stopping outside the small cafe. "Ginny was probably just trying to make you jealous. We're here."

She stopped and looked up, taking in the exterior of the building. "Did you take the bints here?"

"There was not a line of bints," I reiterated. "Maybe a bit when I was younger, but not recently. And, if there were, I wouldn't have taken them here."

"What is this place?" Pansy asked, glancing at it nervously. "It looks very…"

Her words trailed off, so I finished her statement. "Casual? Plain? Not up to your standards, potion girl?"

"No, I was going to say it looks better than the pretentious fucking places that most men assume I'd like for a first date," she replied, shocking me. "I just want to know if everyone in there is going to look at me like I'm the latest in your line."

I rolled my eyes. "You are jealous."

Slapping my arm, she hissed, "I am not jealous."

With a smile, I took her free hand. "It's okay, Pansy. I like that you're jealous — it means that you like me."

Again, she hit my arm, this time with the clutch she was carrying. "I wouldn't be out with you if I didn't like you. Don't act dense."

As I opened the door to the cafe, I said, "I'm just a simple dragon tamer." Dropping her hand, I settled my palm against her lower back to guide her in. "Maybe I've been hit over the head a few times."

She narrowed her eyes. "Are head injuries common in your line of work? Should I be developing some sort of concussion restorative potion?"

"Probably not a bad idea," I teased. "I mean, dragons don't really care where they hit you."

"Hey, Charlie," Mrs Whittaker, the owner of the cafe, greeted. "It's nice to see you again. Your dad was in for lunch yesterday."

"He told me," I answered, smiling at her. "It's nice to be home. You know I couldn't resist coming by while I was in town."

She glanced over at Pansy. "And who's this gorgeous young lady?"

"Pansy Parkinson," she said, extending her hand and introducing herself like it was a business meeting rather than a casual dinner in a cafe. "I'm a friend of Charlie's."

"With an outfit like that, I doubt you're just a friend," Mrs Whittaker replied, winking. "But it's nice to see that he does have friends. I was beginning to think he might be alone forever."

When I looked over at Pansy, I could see her cheeks were a little bit more pink than they had been earlier. She didn't say anything, so I redirected the conversation. I didn't want her to stop talking again.

"So, we're going to have a couple drinks and dinner. Do you have any tables that are a bit on the quiet side?"

"I have just the place. Follow me."

And so we did, ending up at a table in a small alcove on the side of the room. There was a solitary candle in a frosted glass holder on top of the table.

Mrs Whittaker handed Pansy a menu and looked over at me. "Are you just going to have the usual or would you like a menu, too?"

"I know what I want," I said, and it had a double meaning.

Pansy squirmed, and I knew her brain had gone exactly where I wanted it to.

"Okay. I'll send someone over in a few. Enjoy your night, Charlie."

Refocusing on my favourite potion girl, I noticed a rather extravagant gemstone — perhaps a real diamond — nestled against her chest, drawing my attention to her cleavage. I knew I was looking longer than I should have allowed myself, but the necklace was gorgeous and her tits…

Well, they were gorgeous too, and now I was thinking about wrapping her hair around my fist while she straddled me, both of us sitting upright.

Clearing her throat, she snapped me out of my hazy daydream.

"My eyes are up here." She pointed to her face, but I didn't miss her smile. She'd intended for me to look my fill, and I loved that. "So, what do you normally eat here?"

"I have a few things I alternate between, depending on my mood," I told her, even though I was still thinking about what her tits would taste like in the imagined scenario. "What do you normally like to eat?"

Before she could answer, a waiter approached us, bringing me my customary beer. He looked to Pansy. "What can I bring you tonight, miss?"

"Wine. Your best white, please."

"White wine?" I asked. "I would've thought red."

She gestured to the low neckline of her shirt, drawing my eyes again. "I don't want to stain this top and I can't just whip my wand out here if I spill any."

"Tell me about that rock around your neck, potion girl," I said, my eyes drifting back down to the diamond. "Family heirloom?"

"It is, but that story — it's not for a first date." Tucking her hair behind her ears, she continued. "It was my grandmother's — my father's mother's — and it's very special to me."

"Well, it suits you. It's glamorous and full of fire and just a little bit too much." When she looked perplexed, I tossed her a wink. "It's a good thing, Pansy."

Biting her lower lip, I saw her eyes move to my arms, taking in the scars I'd accumulated over the years. The various burns and bites and claw marks made my job look far more dangerous than it actually was. She reached out and touched the largest one — the burn she'd noticed in the lab.

"Well, you clearly have no issues playing with fire," she teased, raising one of her perfect eyebrows at me.

"Oh, I love playing with fire." I shifted in my chair, leaning a bit closer. Subconsciously, she did too. "In fact, you might even say it's my favourite thing to do—"

Before I could continue the innuendo, the waiter came back and set Pansy's glass in front of her, making us both lean back. He poured the wine and asked if we were ready to order.

"Um, not quite yet," Pansy replied, giving him a warm smile. "I'm sorry. I haven't even had a chance to look at my menu. We were—"

"Nothing to worry about. Just wave me over when you're ready," he said, smirking in a way that said he knew what we'd been up to.

While Pansy's eyes dropped to the menu, my eyes dropped back to the diamond sitting right where I wanted to put my mouth. Her skin was golden and didn't look to have a single flaw, not even a tiny freckle. She'd possibly enhanced herself with some kind of beautification potion, but I doubted it. She was a natural beauty; nothing about her was fake.

She was gorgeous. Beautiful beyond belief. And while she'd hidden her true self from me at first, I had begun to see the real woman she was in the last few weeks. But I wanted to know more, wanted her to open up and tell me everything about her.

"Charlie?"

"Hmm?" I murmured and slowly raised my eyes to hers.

Her head was tilted to one side, her green eyes were sparkling and she was smiling at me. "Are my tits that distracting?"

"Sorry, they really are," I admitted. "But, if it's making you uncomfortable, I'll stop ogling you."

"Honestly, it's fine. You're not being creepy about it, you're just being a guy." She waved the waiter over and we both told him what we wanted. "Besides, I'd hex your balls off if you were a creep."

I shifted uncomfortably in my seat making her laugh.

"But, I guess if I did that, I wouldn't see what's under your robes."

I almost choked on my beer. "Excuse me?"

"You've been wondering what's under my robes?" She leaned forward with her elbows on the table. "Well, I've been wondering what's under yours."

I glanced down at myself and replied dumbly, "I don't wear robes."

"No, you don't." She winked and shot me a wicked smile. "How did your mother raise you to this chivalrous gentleman, but also raised your douche of a brother?"

I held up both my hands, "Wait, what?"

"Molly Weasley. Your mum. I'm pretty sure you know her."

"No." I shook my head. "You were saying you wanted to see me naked, now you're asking about my mother?"

"Yes."

"Is this what you're always like?"

"Mostly." She shrugged. "So how are you and your brother so different?"

"I don't know," I answered. "He's always had a bit of a temper, and maybe fame went to his head. I mean, any attention in a family as big as ours is welcome, so if some trashy piece of arse comes at him, I guess he'll take it."

"Are you justifying what he did?"

"No, not at all. But you asked how we're different. And that's how." I leaned back on my chair. "I don't have a temper, and I don't want fame. And, if I'm with a woman, I'm with her. I don't look anywhere else."

"Except at her tits."

"Except at her tits," I snorted. "What about your mother?"

"I never looked at her chest."

"I would hope not. But since you know all about my family already, what about yours?"

"My mother was…" She shook her head. "Your Mum isn't like most pureblood women, not the one I was raised by anyway. My mother was the perfect example of old-school purist etiquette. Demure and proper. She stood behind my father and never once disagreed with him. Everything our world assumes about purists… that's her."

"And how is it that you're not like her?"

She fingered the diamond on her chest. "My grandmother. She was a pureblood, but not a purist, and nothing like the women around her." She huffed a small laugh. "She was very much like your mum."

"Stubborn and loud?"

"No," she laughed. "Strong and confident. And she saw women as being equal to men."

"Well, I'm glad she's the one who influenced you."

"Her and Narcissa."

"Narcissa? As in Malfoy?" I tried to hold my surprise in check, but failed.

"Yes, Narcissa Malfoy. She took me under her wing when I was a teenager and told me the same things my grandmother did." Her eyes spoke volumes about the respect she had for them both. "She's not the bitch everyone thinks she is."

I reached across the table and took her hand. "What she did for Harry is enough for me to understand that. And if she's important to you, it doesn't matter what anyone else thinks of her."

"Good, because she's in my life, and she's another thing I won't ever give up."

"Pansy, whatever this thing is that's happening between us, I would never ask you to give up anything for me."

She tilted her head thoughtfully. "We're both purebloods, Charlie, but I was raised so differently than you. Most of the men in my world expected women to comply, no matter how strong their magic. A few didn't — Bellatrix and Narcissa… Andromeda." She shrugged. "And some others. But mostly we weren't considered their equals, so it's hard for me to believe that I'm not expected to just give up everything I've worked for because a man thinks he's staked a claim on me."

"And I get that, but here's the thing: I haven't staked any claim on you, and I don't intend to. You are not property, Pansy. You're intelligent and independent, and I don't want to change that." I ran my thumb over the back of her hand. "I just want to know you, that's all."

"Molly raised you right," she said and squeezed my hand. "My grandmother would approve."

I flicked my eyes to the diamond once more. "She's special, your grandma."

Pansy nodded, but stuck to her already laid-out moratorium of her grandmother's story not being a first date story.

"Why potions?" I asked, changing the conversation to something she might be more comfortable with.

"I like the challenge," she answered. "I love the complexity and precision, but I also love that I can change things, can experiment and manipulate the old ways and make something new."

"From what I've seen, you're achieving all you set out to do. I mean, that advanced healing potion will be a huge help to Healers. And the contraceptive potion… well, I'm happy to be the poster boy."

"You don't want to get one of your bints pregnant?"

"Funny," I deadpanned. "No. I don't want a house full of kids. I grew up like that. And while I love my family, there was no space or privacy. I like quiet and order, and I didn't have that at The Burrow."

"Is that why you moved so far away?"

"It's part of it. I always wanted to work with dragons, and Romania's Sanctuary is the best, so it was the obvious choice."

"I can't imagine it being very quiet and orderly though."

"No, sometimes it isn't. But at the end of the day I have my own quarters which are quiet and orderly."

"A sanctuary within a sanctuary?"

"Exactly."

Her cheeks tinged pink and her eyes dropped away. "Wouldn't I just be a disruption to that?"

"The best kind," I assured her.

"But you've seen my lab…"

"Yes, but I know that's not who you are."

"How so?"

"Your lab might be a mess, but you certainly aren't." I paused when our food arrived, thanking the waiter and ordering more drinks. "You're immaculate every time I see you. Completely put together and nothing out of place, so I can't imagine your home would be any different."

"Charming and smart. Whatever will I do with you, Charlie Weasley?"

"Do you really want me to answer that?" I challenged playfully.

"You've been staring at my chest half the night already. I can imagine what you want me to do."

"And exactly what are you imagining?"

She took a bite of her food and nodded pointedly towards my plate.

"Oh, right. You want me to eat… something."

She held her hand to her mouth, coughing as she choked.

"Sorry," I laughed and poured her some water. "But it was what you meant, right?"

"It was." She coughed again. "You definitely need to eat… your dinner."

"I definitely do," I agreed. "I'm sure it's tasty."

"You've eaten here before, and apparently that's your usual, so I'm sure you know what it tastes like."

"You're right," I winked at her. "But maybe I'm ready to taste something new."


*** PANSY ***


I felt the weight of the moment as we approached my door. Dinner had been amazing; funny, flirty, filled with innuendo. But now I wasn't sure how it was going to end… or if it was going to end.

Would he simply bid me good night, or would he kiss me? Should I ask him in? I definitely wanted to, but I wasn't sure he would want me to. Other than the distraction of my chest, he had been a perfect gentleman all night. His mother had raised him well.

"What's happening inside your head, potion girl?" he asked when we stopped on the steps. "You've gone very quiet."

I looked up at him and found him smirking at me. He'd been thinking Merlin knew what all night, and apparently now it was my turn. And I decided honesty was my best option.

"I was just wondering if you would kiss me goodnight."

He moved closer and curled my hair behind my ear. "Did you want me to kiss you goodnight?"

My ridiculous giddy grin returned. "I think I do."

"You think?" He looked amused.

"You've been quite the gentleman tonight, Charlie. And while I appreciate that, I really want to know what you've been thinking all night."

"Well, what I've been wondering—" he brushed his thumb over my lips "—is what your skin might taste like. What your lips would feel like against mine."

I slid my arms around his waist and smiled up at him. "They'd feel perfect, I'd imagine."

"Hmm," he hummed. "I'm curious as to just how perfect."

I laughed. "Just kiss me, you dense arse."

He leaned down and I closed my eyes, feeling his breath a tease over my face as he exhaled. I heard the click in his throat as he swallowed, then the gentle press of his lips when he finally kissed me.

This first kiss was so gentle, so sweet, just a slide of his lips over mine, as if he was wanting to savour this first intimate moment. And it was perfect. The feel of his body pressed against mine. The warmth of his skin through his t-shirt. The touch of his hands as they cupped my face. This man was so different than any other who had come before him.

The casualness of this first date had already been so far beyond anything I had expected. I had assumed — wrongly — that he would have tried to impress me with fancy food and expensive cocktails. Instead he had taken me somewhere comfortable and warm, with simple food, beer, and wine. And the way he had looked at me all night — like I was the only thing that he cared about — was something I was unaccustomed to.

He had impressed me simply by being himself.

He kissed me several times, carefully, slowly, taking his time. But when I opened my mouth to suck on his bottom lip, he groaned and slipped his tongue between my lips.

I'd been so stupid holding back from this man. I could have been enjoying him weeks ago if not for my own reticence. He was everything everyone had told me and more.

I pulled back and studied his face, his eyes, his lips, his jaw. He was so beautiful, and I wanted him in my life every day.

"Are you coming inside?" I asked.

"Do you want me to?"

"Yes, very much so."

"Well, I'd hate to disappoint you then."

"Good," I said and pressed my hand against the door, feeling the ward recognise me and release the lock. "Because I'm not nearly done with you."

Just inside the door, Charlie pressed me against the wall, his hands twisting into my hair. "Tell me what you want," he said, his lips grazing my jaw. "Now that you've got me in your house, tell me everything you want me to do."

"I want you over me… behind me… I want your face between my legs." I gripped the short hair at the back of his head and pulled him back to look at me. "I want you to do every filthy thing you thought about tonight."

"Potion girl..." Charlie groaned. "Where's your bed? Because if you don't take us there right now, I'll do all that, and more, right here on the floor."

We were in my bedroom in a heartbeat, and this time I pushed him against the wall. I curled my fingers into his t-shirt and stood up on my toes to kiss his mouth. He widened his stance and gripped my hips, pulling me into him. He was hard, pressing into my stomach, and I wondered if he'd been like that all night.

I opened his belt and unfastened his jeans. He pulled away from my mouth and groaned.

"Fucking hell, Pansy! Slow down."

I kissed the hollow at the base of his throat and told him, no.

Dropping to my knees, I dragged his jeans and boxers down his hips, smiling at the sight before me. Charlie Weasley had been hiding a dragon of his own.

I glanced up at him; he was watching me closely, his eyes dark and a little dangerous. I darted my tongue out to taste him, catching a bead of moisture as it dripped down. My heart began hammering in my chest at the sound of his groan and the surge of adrenaline that raced through me made me feel empowered. I was on my knees in front of him, but he was totally at my mercy.

When I slid my lips over the tip of him, his hands curled into my hair. I glanced up and he was watching me — watching me take more and more of him into my mouth, watching me swallow him, watching me take him into the back of my throat.

"So good," Charlie whispered, and I had to wonder just how many times he'd imagined this.

Gripping his hips, I began to move over him, his length heavy and full in my mouth. I kept my movements slow; long pulls back before taking him in again, his hands in my hair, guiding me. My tongue teased the sensitive spot just beneath the head and I was rewarded with another low growl.

I took him deeper into my mouth, holding him against my throat until my eyes watered and I pulled away with a gasp.

"Okay?" he asked, swallowing thickly.

"Yeah," I nodded and bit my bottom lip. "How long has it been since you came in a woman's mouth?"

His jaw dropped open and only a garbled sound came out.

"That long, huh?"

I opened my mouth to take him in once more, but he tugged gently on my hair, pulling me off him.

"You have to stop." His breath was ragged. "As much as I want you to continue, I don't want… not this first time."

"Are you sure?"

Wrapping his hand around his length, he touched the head to my lips. "Next time, potion girl. Next time you can suck me dry."

He pulled back and helped me to my feet. I kicked my heels off and began moving slowly backwards towards the bed. Pulling my top over my head, I dropped it to the floor and watched as he did the same. I lowered my jeans and kicked them away, grinning as he once more mirrored my movements.

Charlie moved towards me, completely naked, and reached behind me, but I stopped him. He raised an eyebrow in question, but his expression softened in understanding when I unfastened the clasp and let my bra slide down my arms.

I wanted to show him, to reveal myself to him, to let him see what he had been fantasising about.

"Perfect," he murmured as I removed my knickers and stood naked before him. "Absolutely perfect."

I licked my lips and took a breath. Turning my back to him, I heard his gasp.

"I was thrown into a wall in the final battle at Hogwarts," I said quietly. "And unfortunately that wall had several flaming torches on it and... well, you can see..."

He touched the scar on my back and I closed my eyes. His fingers were gentle, tracing along the jagged line of damaged skin that ran from my shoulder to the middle of my back. "Is this why you're working so hard on the healing potion?"

"It's part of it," I answered. "I'm sorry I'm not perfect."

He turned me around to face him. "You are perfect. If anyone got through that day without one or two scars, they were probably hiding, not fighting."

I gave him a small smile and he kissed my forehead.

"I don't care which side you were on back then, Pansy. You have more than redeemed yourself. You work hard to help others, and you have a huge heart. You don't think anyone sees it, but we do." He kissed me sweetly and smiled. "And I don't care about the scars, they just make me like you even more."

I wrapped my arms around him and kissed his chest. "You might be a little too charming, Charlie Weasley."

"And yet I've charmed your pants off, Pansy Parkinson." He lifted me from the floor and we landed on the bed. "And I'm so glad to see you out of those lab robes."

I shifted beneath him. "I'm glad you like what you're seeing."

Lifting off me, his eyes roamed over my chest. "What's not to like?" His hand covered my breast. "You feel like heaven—" he bent his head and licked my nipple "—and you taste like sin."

Scratching my nails across his scalp, I let out a slow sigh. His mouth felt incredible; teeth and lips and tongue, sucking, biting, tasting. My body hummed and my pulse began hammering in my neck. He was heavy on top of me, warm and solid, comforting, like he was made for me. I had no idea what that meant, or why the idea was even in my head. And while it was too soon to define anything, everything about him just felt right.

He touched the diamond at my throat. "Did you wear this to make me look?"

"Maybe."

"Well, it worked." He lowered his head back down and murmured into the space between my breasts. "I wanted to do this the second you opened that door."

"I wanted your face somewhere else, but it's a start."

He glanced up at me, smirking wickedly. "And exactly where would that be?"

"I already told you."

He kissed along my collarbone and he'd his lips over my pulse, feeling the rapid thump of blood in my veins.

"Was it here?"

"Hmm, I think I said a bit lower."

He kissed the curve of my breast. "Here?"

"No… lower."

He chuckled into my skin and moved further down my body, pressing kisses over my ribs.

I pushed at his head. "Charlie… please."

He grazed his teeth across my navel, dipping his tongue into my belly button. "I dreamed of how you'd taste, potion girl. I dreamed of my tongue on your perfect, wet skin. Dreamed of eating your sweet cunt until you scream."

I sucked in a breath and he smirked up at me.

"What?"

"Guys don't say what they're—" I moaned loud enough to wake my neighbours when he lowered his head and pressed a sucking kiss to my clit.

"This guy will tell you everything." His nose prodded me, inhaling deeply. "I'll suck on your clit and lick you inside and out."

Sweet fucking Circe.

Tangling my hands in his hair, I guided him to exactly where I wanted him. My legs instinctively fell wider and I moaned when his hands teased me even further apart. One finger, then two, grazed my entrance while his mouth kissed and nipped at the inside of my thigh. No one — no one — had played my body like he was; the heat inside me was already climbing and he was just getting started.

As his fingers eased inside me, his lips surrounded me, kissing and licking in time with his thrusting fingers. The feel of his mouth was exquisite, his licks slow and firm. I gasped at the pressure of his tongue, gasped again and pulled at his hair when a deep growl sounded from the back of his throat.

"You taste like sugar," he groaned and buried his face between my thighs again.

His tongue moved over me faster, his fingers thrust harder. My body arched and bowed off the bed, my cry loud, my gasps heavy. I shivered and shook. Nonsensical words began to spill from my mouth. Encouraging words. Begging words. Praise to the gods for giving me this man.

Then his tongue pressed down hard and his fingers curled.

"Fuuuuccckkk," I wailed, my eyes closing against the pressure building behind my navel.

"There's my potion girl," he murmured and sucked harder on my clit.

Every muscle in my body tensed and my eyes shot open. I lifted my head to gaze down at him, to watch his mouth on me, to watch the way his eyes looked at me. And those eyes were even more dangerous; he seemed to know I was about to explode.

"Give it to me," he demanded and bit down on my clit.

I cried out, bucking and twisting, and I came so hard my toes curled and my entire body shook.

His mouth slowed and he slowly withdrew his fingers from my body. I loosened my grip on his hair and scratched my nails along his shoulders.

"Hmm, just as I suspected." Charlie turned his face into my thigh and sucked a bruise into my skin. "You're delicious when you come, potion girl."

I smiled at him, watching as his tongue licked my orgasm from his lips. The thought of what I would taste like on those lips had me biting down on my own.

"What are you thinking?"

"Nothing, just... nothing."

He glanced down to where my thighs were still parted and ran his thumb across my drenched skin. He lifted it to his lips and sucked more of me into his mouth. "Are you wondering what you taste like?"

"No," I answered. "I'm wondering what I taste like on your lips."

"Delicious," he said and touched his thumb to me again. "Sweet and spicy... and a little bit fiery."

Charlie moved over me, bending down to kiss me and allow me to taste myself on him. His hands slid into my hair and I sighed into his mouth; I was delicious on his lips. I moaned, feeling the length of his body pressing into mine as I lifted my hips to feel more of him. He settled between my thighs, his cock — his thick and long and full cock — was pressed against my clit and the heat that had subsided began to build once more.

"Charlie," I groaned as our kiss broke and he shifted forward, my slick skin allowing him to slide easily across my sensitive core.

"What do you want?" He caressed my cheek and sucked kisses along my jaw. "Tell me."

"You," I gasped. "Inside…"

I shoved my hand between us, gripping the solid length of him. He was heavy in my fist, hard and long, and I had a flash of thought that he might hurt me.

"Go slow, okay?" I said, raising my hips and feeling him as he pressed himself against me.

"Lift your legs a little," he murmured, and I slid my legs along his sides. "Yeah, just like that."

He lifted his head and our eyes met as he sank into me. Slow. Solid. Thick.

"Pansy… fuck!" he cursed as I gripped his hips, barely able to comprehend what was happening.

I was stretched around him, muscles tight and squeezing his pulsating length. His glacier-blue eyes — less dangerous but still intense — stared down at me. I was filled with him, and it wasn't just his cock inside me. Every nerve, every cell, every fibre of my being felt him. The sweet burn between my thighs. The heat of his skin on mine. The muscles in his back, the rough scars on his arms. His tongue pressing against mine as our mouths met.

"It's good?" he asked quietly when he pulled back from my mouth.

"Yeah," I breathed. "So good, Charlie."

Pulling back, he began to move slowly. I gasped at the sensation; he was so big, and the friction where our bodies were joined was like a spark of lightning, spreading and growing, branching out through every nerve in my body. He groaned as I arched my back, pressing my chest into him and lifting my hips in time with his. He thrust forward as I rocked up into him, my body becoming wetter, his becoming harder.

"This is… fucking hell, you feel so fucking good." He ground into me, his pelvis pressing hard against mine. "Your cunt is perfect. So hot and wet—" he grunted as he surged forward "—tight."

My body shook as he picked up his pace, sliding through me with a practised ease. I'd forgotten how it felt to have a man over me. It had been so long. And this man...

His quiet grunts and exhales were mixed with fragmented words; Potion girl... Soaked… Fucking... Soft... Perfect... His eyes studied me closely, roaming my face and chest, watching my breasts move with every thrust of his hips. His hands touched me everywhere, the rough calluses adding to the pleasure that was already coursing through me.

"You're so fucking slippery." He bent his head down so our foreheads touched. "I'm going to live with my cock inside you."

"Charlie," I breathed and I knew; I had fallen. Fallen for him. I was drowning under his spell, completely lost in his words

I squeezed my legs harder against his ribs, felt my body tighten around him, and gave in to the spiral cascading down my spine. My orgasm consumed me, pulling every muscle tight, before bursting through me.

"Nothing on this earth is more fucking perfect than your face when you come," he whispered and then began to pull out of my body.

"Charlie, no!" I panicked, clutching at him. "…not finished!"

"It's okay, potion girl." He lifted me like I weighed nothing and positioned me on my hands and knees. "I've got you."

His fingertips brushed up the backs of my thighs and over my arse, to grip my hips and pull me to exactly where he wanted me. My pulse was hammering, my body humming with the impatient ache clawing to have him back inside me. I was so wet, dripping onto his fingers as he touched me, and I groaned in frustration.

"Be patient." He leaned over me, one hand curving around my breast. "I'm about to give us both what we want."

I felt the tip of his cock press against me as he positioned himself behind me. He slid just inside me and my body clenched around him, wanting more.

"Charlie," I groaned, trying to push back into him but his hands held me in place.

He kissed the space between my shoulder blades and asked, "Are you ready?"

"Yes!" I almost shouted and then cried out as he lifted me, pulling my back against his chest, and thrusting up hard, setting a brutal pace.

I reached my hand back into Charlie's hair as his mouth landed on my neck. I'd never been fucked so perfectly. Every other man I'd been with had to be told what I liked, but Charlie needed no instruction. His hands touching me, his mouth tasting me, and now with my back pressed tightly against his chest while he pounded into me, I was barely able to think straight.

His hand moved down my body, his fingers touching the place where he slid in and out of me, his thumb landing on my clit. I groaned and almost fell forward but his strong arm pinned me to him.

"Is that what you like?" His voice was just a whisper against my ear. "Do you like to be touched and fucked at the same time?"

"Yes," I gasped, my body reacting to every movement of his fingers.

"Do you like me fucking you like this? Do you like me behind you? Do you like that you can't see me, that you can only feel?" He thrust up hard and stilled inside me. "Do you like all of me inside you?"

I'd never had a man talk to me during sex like Charlie had been. His voice had an edge that was both dangerous and calming, and made me shiver.

"Say it. Say you love me inside you."

I groaned in response, not capable of forming words with him moving inside me.

"Answer me, Pansy." He stilled again and I choked out a cry. "Answer me or I'll stop fucking you and make you watch me get myself off."

"Yes... I love you…" My words were little more than a gasp. Quickly, I added. "Inside me. I love you inside me."

He froze. "Potion Girl?"

"Don't stop… Charlie… please…"

But he did stop. He slowly pulled out of me and turned me to face him. "Potion Girl… what did you just say?"

I was in a daze, not understanding why he'd stopped. "Charlie, I don't know what—"

"You love me?"

I balked. Where the hell had that come from?

"Pansy… you just said… I love you."

I shook my head, my mind finally clearing now he wasn't inside me. He hadn't heard my gasped words clearly. "No. I didn't say that. I love you inside me. Like you wanted me to."

He stared at me. His usual easy smile, the roughness, the edge, had all disappeared. Disappointment now clouded his eyes; the heat of just moments ago had cooled considerably.

"Charlie?"

"I thought you meant…" He closed his eyes and my heart squeezed.

I shifted closer, stretching up from my kneeling position to touch his face. "I like being with you and I miss you when you're not around. I'm not quite there, Charlie, but I know I will be."

He leaned into my touch, opening his eyes and smiling. "I'm already there, potion girl. I knew I loved you the second I first saw you."

"Charlie…"

"It's okay. I'll wait for you."

I climbed over his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck and pressing my chest to his. I licked my lips and his eyes flashed; the desire that had cooled came rushing back. He reached between us, placing his cock at my entrance, and I slid down his entire length, my eyes never leaving his.

His hands curved around my hips as I began to slowly ride him. Kissing along his shoulder, I rocked my hips, feeling every inch of him moving in me. And every inch felt incredible.

"You feel so good, Charlie…"

Scraping my fingernails lightly across his back, I was gifted with a groan of pure ecstasy.

"I've imagined those long nails leaving their mark on me," he purred into my ear. "And I like it rough."

"How rough?" I whispered into his ear.

He groaned and I was on my back in a heartbeat, my knees pressed to my shoulders. He gripped the backs of my thighs, and if I thought he'd already fucked me perfectly, it was nothing on what he was doing now.

His hips crashed into me as he set a hard, pounding rhythm, his cock hitting me deeper with every thrust. I cried out, clutching at the bedsheets as the very tip of him touched the very end of me.

"Let me feel those fingernails, potion girl," he grunted. "I want your mark."

My nails pressed half-moon marks into his chest.

"Harder," he growled. "Mark me. Claim me. Make me yours."

A deep growl sounded in his chest as I scraped my nails down the hard muscle, leaving lines of red along his pecs and abdominals.

"Hard enough?" I asked, relishing his grunts and heavy exhales. I squeezed him with my body, and his jaw clenched.

"Fuck yes!" he hissed through his teeth, his pounding becoming more urgent, clearly lost to the fluttering sensation of my body wrapped around his cock.

He let my legs fall away and his hand covered my breast, squeezing roughly as his hips pivoted with hard snaps into me.

"I can feel you, potion girl. I can feel your sweet little cunt ready to come all over me." Charlie lowered his body to mine, his hips never losing their pace. "Will it be wet?" He whispered close to my ear and I groaned. "Will you drown my cock?"

"Oh gods!" My words were little more than a choked sob. I was right on the edge, right where sensation ended and the overwhelming need to dissolve into nothing took over.

"Take me with you." He kissed the side of my throat, never losing his rhythm. "Pull me over with you."

My breath caught in my throat and my body began to shudder. I clutched his hips, his arse, pulling him into me before rising up and gripping his body tightly inside mine. Charlie's growl was deep and low, and it took me a moment to realise the other voice — screaming — was mine.

He didn't slow down, fucking into me so hard the bed thumped into the wall. His back was slick with sweat, his body still working hard and fast. I felt his teeth scrape my shoulder, felt him push deep and hard, felt his fingers dig into my hip, his other hand curling tightly into my hair. His groans became louder, then his body tensed and he pressed his mouth to my heart, a low sound of relief vibrated against my skin as bursts of heat filled me.

With his lips still pressed to my chest, I ran my fingers through his damp hair while he moved slowly in and out of me. His breath was warm, coming out in harsh huffs as he tried to calm himself.

"Fucking hell, potion girl. That was…"

"That was us fucking."

"Yeah, it was," he chuckled into my shoulder then lifted his head. "You okay?"

"I am," I told him and looked down as he lifted off me, both of us watching as he slid out of me.

"You're a mess," he commented then grinned up at me. "Sorry."

I laughed. "Yeah, you look really sorry."

"Did you want me to—"

"No, I like the feel of you inside me."

He lay beside me and pulled me into his side, kissing me sweetly.

"I'm yours, Pansy."

"What?"

"Me. I'm yours. All of me." He rolled to his side and smiled, tucking my hair behind my ear. "I'm not going anywhere. This is where I want to be. Right here with you."

My heart stuttered; he wanted this, he wasn't going anywhere.

"Is that okay?"

I touched the marks I'd left on his chest, traced the fading scratch lines down his stomach. I felt my lips curve into a smile I couldn't stop and I glanced up at him. His eyes looked hopeful, and that hopefulness warmed my heart.

"It's okay, Charlie." I shifted closer, tangling our legs and touching my fingertips to his cheek. "I'm all yours too."


The smell of coffee drifted up the stairs, gently waking me. I opened my eyes and smiled; Charlie had made himself at home.

Reaching my arms over my head, I arched my spine and stretched, pulling the aches from my body. I felt amazing, so relaxed and completely satisfied. And I didn't want to get out of my bed.

But Charlie was in my kitchen, and that was something I needed to see.

I grabbed his t-shirt and pulled it on. It was huge on me, but I loved the scent of him so close to my skin. Stopping quickly into the bathroom, I pulled the bird's nest that was my hair into a loose ponytail and smiled at my reflection in the mirror. I looked happy, and not just because I was smiling.

Charlie Weasley had shown me more adoration, more affection, and — dare I say — more love in one night than I thought possible. And I knew he was it for me.

My friends would be so smug; I already hated them.

I made my way downstairs and stopped in the kitchen doorway. Charlie was dressed only in his boxers and looked every bit like the god who turned up on my doorstep the previous night.

"Good morning, potion girl."

"Good morning, dragon tamer."

"Dragon tamer?"

I shrugged. "I don't really do terms of endearment."

"Potion girl and dragon tamer… I like it," he laughed. "I hope I didn't wake you."

"You did, but it's fine," I answered and moved into the kitchen. "I need coffee."

"I figured," he replied with a wink.

I pinched his ribs. "Don't be an arse."

He reached up and cupped my face, kissing me. "I like you first thing in the morning."

"Hmm, I think I like you in the morning, especially if you make me coffee."

"If that's all it takes, I'll make you coffee every day."

He kissed me again, deeper, harder, his hands slipping beneath the t-shirt, and I smiled against his mouth when he realised I was completely naked underneath.

"Are you trying to kill me?"

"Of course I am," I told him and squealed when he lifted me onto the counter and stepped between my legs.

"Then maybe I'll make you wait for coffee."

He pulled me to the edge of the counter and I gasped when I felt the growing hardness through his boxers pressing into me.

"I'm not sure I'll ever get enough of you," he murmured into my neck.

His hands slid up my thighs, stopping at my hips, his thumbs sneaking towards my core and stroking my clit. My entire body shuddered and I sighed; his touch was already so familiar.

"So wet already," he groaned. "Pansy, fuck! I need—"

"Pansy, darling? Are you ready?"

My eyes flew open and I whipped my head around to see Narcissa in my living room. She was staring at us both, wide-eyed and startled.

"Did you have plans today?" Charlie asked calmly.

I ignored him and shoved him away, sliding off the counter and turning to face her.

"Narcissa, shit! I'm so sorry. I completely forgot."

"I really need to stop showing up via Floo," she said, her surprise turning to amusement. "First my son, and now you. It's a bit too much to take."

"Sorry," I said again. "If you give me a few minutes I can get ready—"

"No, I think you have other things to occupy you today."

"Oh.. ah…. Charlie Weasley, Narcissa Malfoy."

"Pleasure to meet you, Mrs Malfoy," Charlie said. "I'd shake your hand, but we have a bit of a situation going on back here."

I kicked his shin and groaned, covering my face with my hands. "Charlie…"

"It's perfectly fine, Mr Weasley," Narcissa said. "Pansy, darling, I'll be back in the country in two weeks, we can catch up then. And I'll have quite a few questions."

"I'll give her plenty to talk about," Charlie said and I kicked him again.

"Seriously?" I dropped my hands from my face and glared at him.

"What?" Charlie shrugged. "Mrs Malfoy was married and has a son. She's not naïve, potion girl."

"Potion girl?" Narcissa asked.

"He thinks it's cute," I told her and she smiled.

"I think he's right." She headed towards the Floo. "Take care of my girl, Mr Weasley."

"I definitely will." He nodded and pulled me in front of him, wrapping his arms around my shoulders. "She deserves only the best."

The second she disappeared, I spun around. "What the hell was—"

His mouth cut me off, kissing me fiercely, and I felt myself being lifted back onto the counter. His fingers were back between my thighs and I moaned into his mouth.

"That was me telling someone important to you just how important you are to me."

His fingers left me and before I could protest, he slid his thick length inside me. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and stared straight at him.

"I'm important?"

"So incredibly important." He began to move.

"This is just the beginning, potion girl. And you're about to find out just how important you truly are."