Hey guys!I strongly recommend listening to the title track for this chapter. It gives you some idea as to what's going on in Hermione's head during all this. Things are really staring to get steamy with our favorites now. I can't wait to hear what you guys think.
3 Tanaka
Chapter 2 Stand In Lover- Oh No Fiasco
Hermione woke to a pounding headache, cotton mouth, and a soft scratching at the window. Blearily, she stumbled over to the window to let in a huge golden barn owl. Feeding him a treat, she freed the package from his leg.
A little something to take the edge off – Charlie
A vial of what she assumed to be a hangover draught was included. Gods bless Charlie Weasley. She popped the cork, downed the potion, and immediately her head returned to its normal state. Looking out the window as the owl flew away, she realized the sun wasn't where it should be. Godric's testicles! She'd slept until lunch.
Rather than feeling like a bum, Hermione felt refreshed as she made a cup of tea and sat on her large window seat. She never allowed herself to overindulge; it had been a very eye- opening experience, she thought. She wouldn't be getting knackered that often, but a good buzz wouldn't hurt. Fire whiskey had certainly allowed her boldness she would've found impossible otherwise. She shivered in the warm sunshine, remembering the heat with which Oliver had kissed her. After he'd left, she'd came twice under her own hand imagining herself pinned underneath his strong body with a running commentary in that naughty accent of his.
Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, Hermione went about finishing unpacking her space. It was cozy and calm. She'd brought her own bed from her flat, a huge king-sized monstrosity that had been her first purchase after the divorce, and it dominated the space. She'd divided her sleeping quarters from the rest with a folding screen, and a small overstuffed sofa and huge chair created a nice living room in front of the fireplace. Her space was open and airy, and she felt at home immediately. It was different to be back at Hogwarts as an adult.
Hermione roamed the castle all day, rediscovering the magic of her school. The war had left scars on the building, but with the years that had passed, they'd softened, blending into the surroundings and adapting to the point she could no longer tell what was old or new. She was pleasantly surprised to find her favorite spots to hide on the grounds remained untouched.
As students were due to start arriving soon, Hermione went to her room to trade her muggle clothes for robes. McGonagall allowed muggle clothing in the classrooms, but asked all the staff wear wizarding wear for the welcoming feasts. A fitted pencil skirt, cream blouse, and black wedges were hidden beneath her favorite deep plum robes. She left her hair loose with her makeup soft. Glancing in the mirror, she smiled. Looking every bit the professor she now was, she went to join the rest of the staff for the beginning of term meeting.
Hermione was one of the first to arrive as usual, taking her spot at the head of the Great Hall. Others filtering in slowly behind her. Nodding to her former professors, and smiling at her friends as Oliver and Charlie seated themselves on each side of her. Headmistress McGonagall efficiently gave all of them the necessary information and a copy of the schedules for the year. Her crisp voice echoed in the empty hall.
"I'd also like to welcome the newest additions to the Hogwarts Staff; Professors Granger, Weasley, and Wood. If you require anything, please feel free to stop by my office. I wish you all good luck, and it's good to have you back at Hogwarts." She smiled softly at three of her former students and house members. "Now the students have arrived at Hogsmeade station and will be joining us shortly."
The next two hours where chaos. Students filtered into the Great Hall with a roar of noise. The first years were sorted with much fanfare, and students openly stared at the new professors with curiosity. She supposed three in one year were a bit unusual. The food was, as always delicious, and to know all the house elves were paid for their labor made her heart happy.
She felt extraordinarily comfortable sitting between her two friends. Conversation flowed freely, and she was surprised that there was no awkwardness between Oliver and herself after their passionate kiss last night. She flirted shamelessly. He bantered back with her, but she could see the lust burning behind his eyes; Lust, what a powerful drug.
She spoke quietly to Charlie as they rose to leave. "Come up to my room for a bit? I've got your clothes to give you back as well." He nodded, putting his hand on the sway of her spine and leading her out of the Hall. "I forgot to thank you for the hangover potion this morning. That was very thoughtful of you, and I certainly needed it. I forgot what it's like to need it. I suppose I'd better brew a batch." Hermione pondered.
Charlie laughed as they climbed the stairs. Hermione envied him as he damn near ran up, never winded, while she felt every stair in her heels. "I've got a stockpile left from the reserve. It was their parting gift to me. I drank enough wrestling dragons, the other keeps figured I'd need double to endure teaching. You're very welcome, though. How was your walk back with Oliver, eh?" He wiggled his eyebrows and smirked.
She felt hair face get hot, and attempted to hide behind the fall of her hair. "I should've known you'd know. And men say women are gossips."
"Oh, come on kitten. You know I'm only taking the mickey. Wood's a good bloke, but his tastes may be a bit extreme for you." Charlie stopped, and spun her to face him.
Skillfully avoiding his eyes, "In an effort not the give the portraits more to talk about, we'll continue this discussion inside, please." Hermione pleaded, giving the giggling portrait of some medieval court the side eye.
Robes discarded, and once she was ensconced on her favorite chair, a glass of elf wine in hand, Charlie brought it up again. "I'm just saying, Hermione, Wood is a bit wilder than you give him credit for. After such a hiatus in with dating, are you sure you want to break your fast with that one?" He'd shucked his robes too, leaving him in tan slacks and a white dress shirt with sleeves rolled up and top 3 buttons undone.
"Who said anything about dating? Charlie, I appreciate your concern, but I'm an adult and I can make my own decisions. If I decide to shag any and every available male in a 5-kilometer radius, that's my prerogative. And honestly, that's all I want; sex, pleasure, and a good deal of it." She spoke frankly, crossing her legs, unknowingly giving Charlie a glimpse of creamy thigh.
"I never thought I'd hear you say you want casual sex, Ms. Granger. Every male, hmm? Perhaps I should tell you besides the village, the only available males are Wood and myself. Unless you count Filch, of course." Charlie smirked, pinning her with his gaze.
"Well then, I suppose I'll have to widen my search area then." Hermione said haughtily. Secretly she was thrilled. Maybe it was the taboo factor of who he was; maybe it was just because she'd always liked the way Charlie looked at her. Maybe it was because she couldn't help but picture herself sandwiched between Charlie and Oliver. That got her thinking. "How do you know so much about Oliver's sexual preferences anyway, hmm, Charlie?"
She knew they weren't gay. Wood and Charlie had both left too long a line of broken hearts in their wake. But could they have been sharing women? It didn't make sense. They were both too alpha male for something like that to work. Her mind raced. Charlie wasn't jealous when he'd found out Oliver had kissed her; he'd seemed almost pleased. Her thoughts must've been written all over her face.
"You keep telling yourself that, princess, and oh don't you wish you knew." Charlie's grin was sinful; slow and warm like melted chocolate. Hermione could've sworn she felt her core temperature rise a few degrees, and she fought the overwhelming desire to fan her face. Her mind could barely process what her subconscious was telling her.
Licking her lips, and gulping a fortifying sip of wine; she gathered her newfound boldness. Could she do this? Well, dammit, she was going to try. "What's a lady have to do to figure it out?" She played coy; but Gods, what that her breathy voice? She was shocked to know she could sound so sexy. She cocked her head, uncrossed her legs, parting them ever so slightly, and raised her eyes to meet Charlie's blue flame gaze. Her pulse beat staccato in her ears and her mouth was dry as he devoured her with his eyes.
"Careful, love; You're playing with fire." Charlie cautioned. She felt the heat of his gaze alternating between her cleavage, and the shadowy vee of her parted thighs.
"Good. You can teach me how to avoid getting burned." She purred, standing up and coming to join him on the couch.
Pulling her down into his lap he muttered; "Baby, I am the fire," before dropping his mouth to hers. Where Oliver was passion and control; Charlie was playful and hungry, teasing her mouth. He amped up her already screaming desire to a breaking point. His tongue teased against hers before retreating; and she chased after him.
He let her be the aggressor as she tangled her hands into his burnished copper hair; that delightful goatee teasing against her skin. Swinging her leg over to straddle him, her skirt rucked further up her thighs, and Charlie's hands were like branding irons against the newly exposed skin. She felt him tense as she seated herself fully on top of his raging hard-on. She trailed kisses down his jawline, grinding herself against him.
His groan was music to her ears. "Fucking Hell, Hermione." Her teeth nipped his neck before she was airborne.
She giggled as Charlie rolled her; pinning her down with the full weight of his body. Wrists above her head and immobile; she smirked up at him. "Something bothering you, darling?" She purred, attempting to wiggle away.
"Just a minx temping my self-control." Charlie muttered; dragging his nose along her exposed collarbone. "Damn it; you smell good. I should stop." His mouth latched onto the crook of her neck.
"But what if I don't want you to?" She breathed. He found the spot under her ear that had her squirming. She desperately needed some type of friction, because Gods, he knew how to use that mouth.
"Minx. I'd take you to bed if we didn't have to teach early in the morning. I want to take my time. Savor you. Know exactly how to make you come apart under my tongue. It'll take hours to sate me and absence makes the heart grow fonder." His dick twitched against her hip, and she swore she felt an echo of that dull throb in her clit.
"Tease." She purred.
"I'll see to it you know the real meaning of that word." Charlie promised, his fingers trailing along the backs of her arms. Gooseflesh followed. Hermione shivered and squirmed under his body. She wasn't sure if she was fighting to get closer or pull away.
"Promises, promises. So, tell me if what I've gathered is true? You like to share women; you've shared with Oliver before, and you want me to be with you both." In an effort to keep a clear head, she wiggled her way out from under Charlie, and he let her go.
"I forgot how bright you are. Yes, Hermione. I've been in quite a few triads over the years; it was common on the reserve when men vastly outnumbered woman. It's exquisite to see a woman at the absolute peak of their pleasure, and being doted on by two lovers tends to have that effect.
Oliver and I have shared a few willing women, and I would love nothing more than to teach you how good it can be. I want to show you things about your body and your sexuality you've never imagined. You hold the power here, though; It's your decision." Charlie got up to pace. "I didn't expect to spring it on you this quickly, but when you told me you wanting to explore your sexuality I couldn't resist. I'd understand if you're hesitant, but think on it for a few days?" His face was hopeful as he turned towards her.
Hermione's laugh rang out. "I don't need time to think when you've just handed me the perfect solution. I trust you and Oliver. You're both fit as fuck. You both want me. That's my decision right there." She sat up on her knees and tried to look beguiling. "Don't make me wait longer Charlie. I'm going to spontaneously combust." She pleaded to no avail.
"Sorry, princess. Saturday and you'll be satisfied. I promise." He promised scooping up his robes. "But for now, duty calls. I'll see you at breakfast in the morning. Sweet dreams." He smirked, kissed her lightly, and swept out of her chambers. For the second night in a row Hermione was going to bed horny, but damn it all if she couldn't wait for Saturday.