Chapter 9:Fire
Hermione and Charlie stood in front of her bed wrapped in each other's embrace. Hermione had expected awkwardness but surprisingly there was none. Everything felt so natural, like they were two halves of a whole, finally fitting back into place.
Hermione was on her tip-toes as Charlie pressed feather-light kisses to her neck and she sighed in bliss. Her hands were rubbing gentle circles across his lower back under his shirt when he suddenly pulled back to look down at her. She settled onto her heels to look at him from under her lashes, trying not to pout at the loss of contact, but failing miserably.
Charlie chuckled as he stepped from her embrace and pulled off his shirt, throwing it to the floor. Hermione's pout instantly vanished as she drank in the sight of him. She had seen Charlie shirtless numerous times, she had even seen it only a few hours ago, but now that she could touch him, it sent a wave of heat to her core.
She reached out a hand and placed it against his hot skin, running her fingers lightly up his muscled stomach and over his chest. His freckled skin broke out in goosebumps as she trailed her hand over a few scars marring his perfect body to grip his hip. The large bulge pressing against his leather trousers made her mouth dry instantly.
Not that she had much to compare it to but Merlin, he was big.
Her eyes fluttered up to his to find him watching her hungrily and when she bit her lip, Charlie cupped her face and used his thumb to pull it from between her teeth. He leant down to replace his thumb with his lips and Hermione stood on her tip-toes again to deepen it. He traced his fingers along the hem of her sweater and she eagerly lifted her arms so he could pull it off of her.
Hermione let out a chuckle as his gaze turned carnal when he discovered her scarlet bra. It had been an impulse buy, and she was suddenly glad she had purchased it as Charlie trailed a light touch over the lace. She sucked in a breath when he palmed her breast over the fabric and looked up to find his face nearly as red as her bra.
She gave him a gentle smile of encouragement as she pulled his lips down to hers again. Feeling overly confident, she moved her hands from his hips to undo the button of his trousers and deepened the kiss as she slid the fabric over his hips to fall to his ankles.
Hermione was trembling, not from nervousness or excitement - even though she was bloody excited - but from the emotion that poured out of Charlie as he pressed his lips harder to hers. He captured her lower lip between his teeth and bit down gently, eliciting a soft moan from the back of her throat. His large calloused hands slid down her torso to her hips and guided her backwards until her knees hit the edge of her bed, causing her to tumble back on to it.
Their kiss broke and Hermione opened her eyes to see Charlie towering above her, his erection pressing firmly against the seam of his blue boxers. He stood between her legs and he bent down to take off his boots and socks and slip his trousers from off his ankles. Hermione sat up on her elbows as he stood back up and gazed down to ravish her with his eyes.
Charlie reached out to run his hands down her stomach and hooked his fingers in the top of her leggings. Heat pooled in her core as he pulled the soft fabric down her legs and he broke eye contact to look down at the matching panties.
"You're so beautiful, Hermione..." he said as he ran his eyes back up her body and she sucked in a breath when his fiery gaze landed on her face.
Charlie settled himself over top of Hermione between her legs, pressing his length against her core, as his mouth brushed against hers in a blazing kiss that curled her toes. He ground against her and she let out a small whimper against his lips. He palmed her still bra clad breast and traced his fingers up the strap to pull it down her shoulder. He pulled the cup down, allowing her breast to pop free and Hermione let out a moan as his rough hands squeezed her soft flesh.
She arched her back and reached behind her to unclip her bra, desperately wanting Charlie to touch all of her. Breaking the kiss to pull her bra off and toss it to the floor, she watched as his gaze turned feral. He sat back on his legs as he slid both hands over her breasts and Hermione suddenly felt self-conscious as he watched her reaction. She swore his bulge twitched when she moaned as he pinched a nipple. A blush crept up her neck as she let out a throaty moan again a moment later as his mouth replaced his hand over the pebbled peak.
Charlie sucked and nibbled lightly on her breasts, trailing his mouth from one to the other. Hermione became a puddle underneath him as he explored her body and she bucked her hips up to grind against him, earning moans from both their mouths.
"Charlie... Please..." The words tumbled out of her mouth along with another moan as he kissed his way back up to her lips, momentarily stopping to give her neck some attention.
He paused to hover over her lips, his eyes half-lidded with lust and longing. "Hermione, are you sure? It's both of our first-times and I don't want to disappoint you..."
Adoration for the red-haired Dragon Keeper swelled in Hermione's chest at his words and she ran her hands from their place on his shoulders to cup his face. She pressed her lips firmly against his and poured everything she was feeling into the kiss. He must have felt it too, because in a quick movement they were both devoid of their underthings.
Charlie trailed his hand down her body and across her thighs before settling his thumb against the bundle of nerves at her centre. He rubbed it gently in experimentation and Hermione broke their kiss to let out a startled moan at the sensation. She masturbated frequently but to have someone else touch her... to have Charlie touch her - Merlin, it felt bloody wonderful.
He slid a finger down her soaking wet folds and pressed it inside gently while his other hand smoothed curls back from her face. Charlie pressed hot kisses up and down her neck as he started a steady rhythm of pumping his finger in and out of her. He added a second one after a few more pumps, stretching her deliciously in ways she never thought possible. Hermione's moans filled the cabin and she glanced down to watch his glistening fingers in fascination.
Her eyes caught sight of what had been hidden in his boxers. He wasn't just long but also thick and she swallowed a nervous lump in her throat. How would that fit inside her?!
She snapped her eyes shut as his thumb pressed against her clit and she craned her neck back and let out an uncontrolled moan as a tremor ran down her body.
Charlie pressed a hot kiss to her lips and she drank him in, desperate for more contact. Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him harder against her lips. She could feel herself rising higher and higher to her peak and he flicked his thumb a few times over the bundle of nerves. She broke the kiss a few moments later and arched her back as she came undone against his hand.
Charlie slowed his fingers as Hermione came down from her high. He pressed feather-light kisses on her cheeks and neck while she caught her breath. He pulled his fingers out of her and she let out a small whimper at the empty feeling it left behind.
Charlie let out a light chuckle at her reaction and pressed a chaste kiss to her lips before pulling back to look down at her.
"You are so perfect, Hermione."
She gave him a radiant smile and reached up to pull him back down until their lips met again, instantly deepening the kiss to tell him she wanted more. Needed more.
He settled his length at her hot entrance and moaned as he rubbed against it to coat himself in her wetness. He pressed gently and Hermione broke the kiss to let out a guttural groan as he stretched her. He filled her to the brim and when she thought he was fully in, he pushed in just a little more. The pain of her first time was minimal and dissipated completely as Charlie pulled out and pushed back in a few times.
Their bodies fit together perfectly as he picked up the pace and soon she was moaning, completely unhinged beneath him. She felt like she was drowning in fire, her entire body erupted in goosebumps while they moved in perfect rhythm together. She could feel herself climbing again and when Charlie reached out to pinch a nipple between his fingers she came apart, moaning his name over and over in pure bliss. His own release came soon after and he pulsed inside her, letting out a grunt against her neck.
They laid together, tangled, while they caught their breath and Charlie peppered soft kisses on Hermione's neck and cheek. He propped himself up on elbows to press a sweet kiss to her lips and she let out a contented sigh as she ran her fingers lightly across his back. He pulled out of her gently and laid down at her side, curling his body to fit around hers.
Charlie gave her a lop-sided grin and pushed her wild curls away from her face. "I must have a natural talent."
Hermione turned to him with a glint in her eye and smirked teasingly, "I don't know... I could've kept going. It felt so good but I guess you couldn't keep up."
Charlie was instantly hard against her thigh and Hermione looked down incredulously at his length before he pressed her back into the mattress for a second round.
Hermione stood in the kitchen with Charlie a short while later as he made them a midnight snack. They had laid entangled in each other's limbs after their second romp and Hermione's stomach growled so loud it caused them both to dissolve in fits of laughter. Hermione blushed as she remembered how, when she stood in all her glory to dress, Charlie had seen her birthmark and had pulled her back to press a passionate kiss over it. It had nearly led to a third shag until her stomach growled again and he reluctantly let her go so she could dress.
He had explained, once they were finally able to pull apart from each other, that part of the old magic of the soulmate bond was an inherent need to further the bloodline. The reason why they wanted to make love incessantly was to make sure she was pregnant. She had blanched slightly at the idea but Charlie quickly explained it was only like this at first and eventually, they'd be able to control themselves a little better.
"Well, you might be able to control yourself better." He said with a wink as he piled a serving of eggs and toast on two plates. "I'm quite positive I'll never be able to keep my hands to myself."
He made his point by squeezing her bum as they moved into the living room to sit together on the sofa and eat. She let out a yelp and nearly dropped her food. The laugh he let out at her reaction swelled her heart, even though she swatted his arm with a half-hearted glare. It was an odd feeling, Hermione mused as she finished her dinner, that she barely knew Charlie and yet felt like no one else would ever be so right for her.
She set her empty plate down and turned to face him as he settled an arm around her shoulders. "Charlie?"
Charlie made a small noise in his throat as he closed his eyes against the warmth of the fire to indicate he was listening.
"What's your favourite colour?"
Charlie cracked an eye open to glance at her and smirked, "My favourite colour? Blue, I suppose. Why?"
Hermione curled her legs underneath her as she fit herself more comfortably against him. She tucked against his side, staring into the flames and sighed when he stroked gentle fingers over her back. "I just realized I don't know much about you, aside from your birthday and that you work with dragons."
"Hmm..." Charlie pulled her wild curls over her shoulder and trailed hot fingers over her neck. "I'd have to agree with you. So, what's your favourite colour then?"
"Violet. What was your favourite subject in school?"
Charlie let out a small chuckle, "Does Quidditch count?"
Hermione gave him a small slap on his still-bare chest, "No it does not, Charles. "
He let out an even louder laugh at this, "Alright, alright no need to bring full names into this. As predictable as it sounds, Care of Magical Creatures. You?"
"Care of Magical Creatures was an amazing class, though I suppose I'd say that about all of them." Hermione smiled a bit as she reminisced on her time at Hogwarts. "I think Arithmancy would be mine."
Charlie snorted, "All those complicated numbers and predicting the future? Divination seems easier."
Hermione scoffed, "Easier? Divination is a load of rubbish! Arithmancy requires precision and intellect while Divination is easily the stupidest-" Her head swivelled at the insistence of Charlie's soft grip in her chin and a swift kiss instantly quieted her.
He pulled away with a grin, "We don't like Divination, understood."
Hermione swatted away his hand that held her chin, even if the kiss had fire blooming in her chest. A light blush dusted her cheeks as she settled back down against his chest and he resumed his ministrations on her neck.
His deep voice rumbled from his chest as he asked the next question, "What's your favourite food?"
They continued on like this for the better part of two hours, asking questions back and forth - and kissing in between - until Hermione was dizzy from all the new information. She could tell Charlie was starting to nod off as his answers became one worded and his voice thick with exhaustion. She was able to rouse him from the couch to climb the ladder upstairs and helped him undress.
This time, when he gave her a soft kiss as they lay in bed, Hermione was the one to press him back into it.