A/N: *Scampers in*

This might be the chapter you've all been waiting for

*Widens eyes, glances around shiftily*

*dives behind the couch*

xx-Kitten.

Home for the Holidays

By Kittenshift17

Chapter Five

Her hands slid over his lithe torso greedily as Charlie kissed her maddeningly, gliding over warm flesh and to the buckle on his belt. It jingled as she undid it, and the rasp of his zipper made her quiver with anticipation. Or maybe that was the rough and calloused hands he slid from cupping her face, down her neck and over her chest to cup her breasts.

Without thinking, Hermione arched into the touch, desperate for more. Charlie gave it; a low whine tore from Hermione's throat as he broke their kiss with a rough squeeze of her breasts before he pinched both of her nipples between each thumb and forefinger. The sexual tension between them fizzed wildly like the desire bubbling in her blood and Hermione hissed as Charlie lowered his mouth to kiss her neck. He growled in the back of his throat when she began working his jeans carefully down his legs, mindful that he was hurt when she spied the top of the bandage wrapped around his thigh.

Unable to resist, she leaned into him, kissing and licking her way over his chest and down his abs as she peeled his jeans from his legs.

"Blimey, Hermione," Charlie growled when she knelt on the ground before him and looked up at him from beneath long lashes.

Sultrily, she licked her lips as she stripped him of his boxers. Charlie's eyes glittered with desire, their vibrant blue mesmerizing her like the colour at the heart of a flame. Biting her lip, Hermione trailed her eyes lower, focusing on the jutting appendage before her and unable to hold back her little huff of delight when she saw just what she had to work with.

Smoothing her hands along the length of his abs and delighting in the ridges of hard muscle there, Hermione trailed her fingers through the thatch of red curls nestled around the prettiest cock she was sure she'd ever seen. Charlie drew in a sharp breath when she curled both hands around the silken steel length of him, carefully learning his length and girth, stroking him surely. Charlie never took his eyes off her, watching her every move as she took her time tormenting him.

Licking her lips once more, she gave him no other warning before leaning forward and engulfing the head of his cock in her all too willing mouth.

"Fuck!" she heard Charlie curse in a desperate whisper and when she tipped her head up, she found he'd dropped his back.

His hands came up to tangle into her curls, cradling her head as she swirled her tongue around the head of his cock, bobbing her head slowly up and down, taking a little more of him each time. She moved her hands in tandem with her mouth, closing her eyes and focusing solely on the task she'd imagined performing thousands of times in her dizziest daydreams. The low groan she tore from him as she made love to him with her mouth was enough to leave her wet and needy, and Hermione only hoped he'd be willing to repay the favor.

"Ah, fuck, koroleva!" Charlie groaned after several minutes his hands tightening in her hair as he stepped back out of her reach. She uttered a sound of protest, trying to follow him, but Charlie didn't let her.

"Enough of that, or the evening will come to an abrupt end," he confessed with a laugh. "Come up here, love."

He slid his hands under her arms, lifting her back onto her feet with ease before he kissed her hard, his lips bruising against her own, his tongue sweeping hungrily into her mouth. Hermione kissed him back, delirious with need as he flicked her pyjama pants and her knickers from her hips, sending them skidding down her legs before walking her backward until she collided with the bed. Rather than letting her topple onto it, Charlie surprised her when he scooped her up, his hands gripping her arse. Before she could wrap her legs around him, he tossed her down onto the middle of the bed and she squeaked in surprise when she landed in the middle, peering up at him hungrily.

"Stay there," he commanded when she made to reach for him once more, holding a finger up to make her wait.

"Charlie," Hermione said, narrowing her eyes one him.

He shot her a wink before ferreting around in the pocket of his discarded jeans. First, he locked the door securely, ensuring that no interlopers would be able to access the room before they were good and ready to come out. Next, he flicked several silencing charms about the place to make certain they wouldn't wake the rest of the house.

"Don't make me wait, Charlie," Hermione warned, arranging herself on the bed in what she hoped was a seductive pose.

"One more thing, love," he laughed, and she frowned when he began digging around in his trunk.

She was relieved when he unearthed a box of condoms, though surprised to see them since most wizards tended to rely on spells and potions instead when it came to contraception.

"You don't mind these, right?" he asked, holding up the box. "I'm allergic to the potion and I've forgotten the spell."

Hermione shook her head.

"Those are fine," she said.

"Good," Charlie grinned, carrying the box to the bed and tossing it down before chucking his wand down as well. "Then come here."

Hermione squealed in surprised when he seized hold of her ankles, dragging her by them until her bum was right at the edge of the bed. He knelt and before she could figure out his intentions or remind him about putting the condom on if he wanted it to be effective, he leaned in and dragged his tongue the full length of her pussy.

She died.

She was sure she died right there in that moment. Her back arching, Hermione clenched her hands in the sheets, a sharp gasp the only thing keeping her breathing when he began to devour her like he couldn't get enough. Her legs thrown over his shoulders, his arms curled around her protectively, caging her in and holding her in place he ate her out like a starving man at a feast. The feel of his tongue licking and licking and licking was enough to drive her mad, and the scrape of his stubble over her sensitive flesh had her crying out. She tossed her head back and forth on the bed, her thighs attempting to snap closed around his head in a vain attempt to fend off the onslaught.

Charlie only laughed, his breath tickling her skin and making her crazy.

"Gods, Charlie," Hermione gasped, lifting her head as he dove his tongue inside her, tasting her, tormenting her, driving her wild.

He watched her over the rim of her pubic bone, his blue eyes gleaming with a lust so possessive, she quivered. Her stomach was in knots and Hermione began to think there might be no going back from this. He looked at her like he owned her, and any protests to that fact would be fucked right out of her. When he latched onto her clit and sucked hard, Hermione screamed.

She didn't mean to, but the soft shriek he tore from her rent the air and she arched, her whole body engulfed as the firestorm he'd unleashed upon her reached it's raging climax. He groaned when she knotted her fingers in his hair as she orgasmed, her heart pounding out and uneven beat and her pussy clenching needily. Charlie licked her all the way through it, lapping at her flesh like he couldn't get enough of her.

"Gods, Charlie," Hermione whispered, her body going lax. "I need you. I need you, now."

Charlie's laugh was wicked as he gave her one final, affectionate lick before releasing her. He waved her up the bed as he rose to his full height before snatching up the box on condoms and fishing one out. Hermione wriggled to the middle of the bed and watched him roll the latex over his impressive cock before he fixed her look at had her insides clenching.

"You sure about this?" he asked, kneeling on the bed between her spread legs and looking at her seriously for a long moment.

"God, yes," Hermione confessed, and Charlie laughed at her response.

"Thank bloody Merlin for that," he muttered before lifting both of her legs until they were hooked over his shoulders once more and getting comfortable between them.

Hermione squirmed, her breath coming in little gasps, the anticipation killing her. Charlie was grinning evilly at her as he aligned their bodies and Hermione narrowed her eyes at him.

"What?" she asked when he paused before claiming her.

He shook his head, grinning and chuckling a little.

"What?" she said again, poking his shoulder and scowling at him.

"Nothing, koroleva," he muttered, leaning down and brushing his lips softly against her. "Nothing at all!"

Hermione gasped when he accompanied that final sentence with a long deep thrust, driving into her high and hard and with such force that she scooted up the bed a little. He claimed her lips for another dizzying kiss while her body fluttered and clenched in shock at suddenly having his cock seated so deeply inside it. Charlie kissed her hard, nipping her lip and tangling his tongue with hers while he waited for her to grow accustomed to the feel of him inside her.

She clung to him, her nails digging into his arms and her heart fit to burst right out her chest it pounded so hard with happiness and lust. Curled as she was with her knees hooked over the tops of his shoulders, she would swear it felt like he was going to fuck a hole in her belly when he withdrew slowly before thrusting in hard again.

"Gods, Charlie," Hermione whispered, breaking their kiss when he did it again. "Don't tease!"

Charlie pulled back a little, meeting her gaze and raising one eyebrow.

"You want more?" he asked.

Hermione nodded.

"You want it harder?" he smirked. "Do you like to play rough, Hermione?"

Hermione bit her lip before she nodded shyly. Charlie's answering grin was pure sin.

"Thank fuck," he uttered before picking up the pace, driving into her hard and fast and rough enough to send her slowly scooting up the bed toward the headboard.

The old metal frame began to creak softly as he drilled into her again and again and again, and Hermione could only cling on for the wild ride, the tension coiling through her body and rushing over her senses like wildfire. Charlie was relentless, their bodies slapping together with each thrust. When he began grinding in deeper on the inward thrust, Hermione groaned, her head tossing from side to side. Every time he impaled her, she was sure she was going to die, and every time he pulled back, she wanted to beg him to return.

Over and over, he slammed into her, his breath coming faster, his hands coming up to grip her hips and pin her to the bed beneath him.

"Fuck," Hermione whispered, her eyes going wide in panic when the building tension low in her abdomen began to spasm, the dam threatening to break, the waves threatening to consumer her, to pull her under and drown her in everything that was Charlie Weasley; everything she'd ever wanted.

Charlie opened his eyes to look at her when he heard her curse and his expression was completely feral. In that moment he looked like a wild animal who'd finally cornered his prey. He looked like the hungry dragon just about to incinerate his victim; the cat who got the canary and the cream. He looked like a hungry wolf ready to devour her and he looked like he loved every fucking minute of it. Hermione could see from the gleam in his eyes and the wicked slant of his mouth that he wanted to break her. He wanted to shatter her into a billion little pieces. He wanted to hear her scream; to bring her undone; to grow as wild and as feral as him.

And she would.

She could feel it building up inside of her. The scream. The need for what bordered of violence. The desperate craving for release. When she reached for him and knotted her hands in his red hair, pulling it hard enough to sting, Charlie pulled his lips back from his teeth like an angry dragon showing off his lethal fangs. He leaned into her then and he wasn't gentle as he kissed her neck, suckling the flesh hard enough to leave marks before biting her unforgivingly.

The sting of the pain pushed her over the edge and the scream that tore from her throat stung as much as it felt good. Her pussy clamped down on him and magic crackled through her curls and raced down her arms, dancing over her fingers in his hair and making it stand on end. Charlie growled out a feral sound that raised the hair on her arms, slamming into her harder and harder, bucking into her as he lost the fight to cling to his own self control amid the firestorm of her magic and her orgasmic release. When he nipped her again before groaning into the side of her neck, driving himself as deep as he could get and unleashing everything he had to give, Hermione felt it on a primal level that this was the one thing she'd been born to do.

Charlie collapsed on top of her, letting her legs slide from his shoulder to rest against the mattress, both of them breathing heavily and riding the high of such a powerful release.

"Fucking hell," Charlie muttered against her skin, panting and rolling to the left, fishing himself from within her to lay beside her, spent.

Hermione moaned in agreement, closing her eyes and trying to get her breath back. That had been better than her wildest daydreams and it took everything she had not to roll over and confess that she might be in love with him. She wanted to burrow into his warmth and lay curled into his protective embrace, but she didn't know if that would come across as too needy. The last thing she wanted to do was give him the impression that she was a tart, or that she was too hung up on him right out the gate like this.

She didn't want to scare him off, after all.

Biting her lip, Hermione turned her head to trace her eyes over the handsome Dragon Tamer who had so thoroughly rocked her world right off its foundations. Merlin, but he was a sight to behold.

"You're bleeding," she noted idly.

"Huh?" Charlie asked, jumping a little at the sound of her voice and Hermione suspected she'd thoroughly worn him out.

"I scratched you," she pointed out, rolling toward him and indicating to the shallow scratch mark she'd left on his arm where she'd dug her nails into him in the heat of the moment.

Charlie held it up above the two of them, investigating the mark inquisitively before he grinned.

"Hellcat," he accused.

Hermione laughed.

"Sorry," she apologized, though she wasn't feeling particularly sincere about it.

Charlie looked like he knew she didn't regret it in the slightest and Hermione was pleased to see that he didn't look that apologetic, either.

He opened his mouth, intent on saying something but before he could, a jet of flames suddenly emitted from Charlie's trunk on the floor and Hermione screamed.