When Hermione realized she was kissing Charlie Weasley she almost panicked, almost, the only thing that stopped her was his grip. His rough, calloused hands were on her. One on the back of her neck that would have kept her from pulling away (as if she would want to.) The other had momentarily found a resting place on her hipbone before he moved it slightly higher, pushing her shirt up, running his rugged hand over the soft skin of her right side. Without realizing it, Hermione wrapped her arms around Charlie's neck. At only four inches above five feet, Hermione had a little problem with being able to reach everything she wanted from Charlie. He wasn't extremely tall but at six foot two, he was ten inches taller. It was very clear that Charlie wanted everything Hermione was doing, Hermione might have had to tiptoe to reach him, but Charlie had to lean down to let her. When Charlie was sure that Hermione wasn't going to stop kissing him he moved his hands from her neck and side to lean down and lift her up. Once he had her in his arms he gently shoved her up against the hard brick wall in their hidden alley. Hermione gave a little gasp of realization that she had pictured this exact scenario not a half hour before. Charlie took advantage of her open mouth he gently swiped his tongue over her bottom lip and took a soft control of her mouth. She was rather impressed with his skills, with the fact that he wasn't trying to choke her with his tongue. He retracted his tongue and gently bit at her lip before kissing her some more. Hermione wrapped her legs, tightly, around his waist. She ran her hands up his abdomen and over his chest before resting them on his shoulders for a moment.
Hermione was out of breath but over the moon. She had been attracted to Charlie since before her fourth year, four years later, and it seemed she was finally getting her chance. She trailed her hands up the sides of his neck and drove her fingers into his not too long not too short hair. Gently pulling him back, enjoying him biting her lip one last time, she leaned her head back against the wall and laughed. She was giddy with excitement but her laugh quickly turned into a gasp when Charlie bent and kissed her right below her left ear. He trailed kisses further down until he had to pull her shirt off her shoulder to leave love bites towards the outside of her collarbone. Hermione heard a moan and it took a few seconds for her to realize it was her. Her eyes popped open and she jumped with the realization. Charlie broke off his barrage of kisses and leaned back to look her in the eyes, with a raised eyebrow. Hermione started turning a bit pink and tried to avert her gaze.
"I don't think so, ma'am," Charlie tilted her chin to make her look at him. "Why are you embarrassed?"
"I just didn't realize that was me, for a moment." She squeaked out, still trying to look away.
"Well, don't be embarrassed. I like a woman who can thoroughly enjoy herself and let it show." He tried to coax her into relaxing "Besides that, that was a hell of an amazing first kiss. I hope it's not the last." Charlie confided as he leaned his forehead against hers.
"No," Hermione bit her lip and shook her head as she fought a smile. "It most definitely won't be the last."
"Great," Charlie brushed her hair back out of her face. "We will need to be heading back in a moment. Harry's birthday dinner will be soon."
"Yeah," Hermione sighed sadly.
"Do you think we should keep this between us for now?" Charlie asked her. "Or do you want to risk telling mum that you're trying to steal a different son away?" He winked at her cockily.
"You already heard her, this morning," Hermione told him. At first, she had felt rejected at the thought that he might not want to tell his family. After she thought about it, for a second, she figured that while they were figuring out what was going on it might be best not to say anything. What if it didn't work out? She didn't want to be laughed at or pitied. If it did work out, they would have more time without eyes on them anyway. "However, it might be nice not to have everyone watching every move we make." She finished.
"Your wish is my command, love." Charlie smoothed his hands down Hermione's arms before holding her hands. He quickly pinned them to the wall, above her head, before kissing her once more. This kiss was a very gentle kiss full of longing and patience, at the same time. He slowly broke it off with a tiny nip at her bottom lip. "I better get you home before mum goes crazy wondering where we are."
"One more?" Hermione bit her bottom lip as she pleaded. Seconds later she was smiling into a short series of quick kisses.
"Come on, woman, we can't be caught with your lips swollen." He told her as he broke it off for a final time. He slowly dropped her feet back to the ground. He stood so close that she was still against the wall looking up at him with his chest nearly against her chin. He held her face while running his thumb over her lower lip.
"I could just blame it all on you. Your mum would believe me since you're nothing but a troublemaker." Hermione returned the cocky wink he had given her earlier and then gently bit Charlie's thumb. Maybe Hermione shouldn't have done that, Charlie's stare hardened, and she could see fire in his eyes.
"If you keep that up we're going to have a serious problem," Charlie told her as calmly as he could. "I like my women like I like my dragons, a bit feisty and full of fire and spunk." His voice almost sounded pained, then again maybe it was because when she shifted she could feel exactly what she had done to Charlie, through his pants.
"I am so sorry," She was quick to apologize but was secretly a little pleased that she had given him that reaction.
"I think you're only sorry about the timing." He told her leaning forward to whisper in her ear. "I will get even, very soon, you can take my word for it." He growled against her ear before nipping it.
"I look forward to it." She told him cheekily with a seductive grin. Hermione could feel her body's reactions to not only what they had just accomplished but the promise and possibility of what was to come. Her nipples were hard, she was glad that she had changed her clothes and put on a padded bra. Her new, burgundy, thong was going to need to be changed when they got home. She was surprised she wasn't standing in a puddle with all the things he made her feel in their, entirely too short, encounter.
Hermione had immensely enjoyed her first kiss. At almost 18 years old, she had waited longer than most but definitely did not regret it. Having Charlie make her feel the way that he did was priceless. She had read romance novels and some of them were a bit on the naughty side, she felt like that had actually been helpful in this encounter. She had found kissing Charlie came as natural to her as breathing and couldn't wait to give it another shot.
"Let's go, love, don't want to keep mum waiting," Charlie told her after he got himself under control.
"Of course not." Hermione couldn't help the tug at the corners of her lips. She looked around and realized where they were right as Charlie grabbed her hand and apparated them back to the burrow.
"Act natural and don't get caught staring or they will suspect something is up," Charlie told her after immediately letting go of Hermione's hand. "I'll figure out how to get some time together later, tonight." He told her more quietly.
"Alright, I trust you," Hermione whispered on their way up the walk.
It turned out they didn't need to find the time or an excuse. After coming in the kitchen Mrs. Weasley insisted that Charlie go up and help Hermione settle in all of her new clothes and help wrap Harry's present. All of the others were out playing quidditch and would be until they were summoned. Once on the third floor, Hermione opened the door to her room and let them both in. Charlie closed the door and placed a silencing spell on it to give them privacy. Hermione took all of the bags out of her purse and laid them all on the bed. While looking at everything she wondered how she had ended up buying so much. She quickly hung her new school robes in the back of the closet. Charlie was the only person that knew she was going back and she would break the news to everyone else on any day other than Harry's birthday. She already knew she would then hang her new Jeans on skirt hangers, less folding that way, and put them in front of her uniforms. Then she would hang her running tights the same way. dresses, sweaters, her thin long sleeve shirts, her t-shirts and then her tank tops. She really preferred her closet organized. After that, she would put her skirts and she would be done with the closet and move on to her dresser with her socks and undergarments. She moved all of her Victoria's Secret bags to the floor by the dresser and started dumping all of her clothes on her bed to get started. All of her new socks went in her third drawer down, first. Then she picked all of her pants out, as she planned, and hung them first. That was when she started noticing the random things that Charlie had thrown in the mix. There were a few low cut or tight fitting shirts that she hadn't picked. Of course, a burgundy colored sweater, that was softer than sin, had made it in and thankfully it looked long enough that it really would be good for this winter in the castle. She only found a couple of tank tops after that. She put everything in the closet, that was currently on hangers, and turned around to hang up the last few items left. Charlie was sneaky, he really had a knack for accomplishing whatever he set out to do. Hermione had hung two of the three skirts she had picked out before she noticed the skirt that had been snuck in. She decided not to say anything and ignore it for as long as Charlie would let her. She put the last skirt she had picked on a hanger and hung them up leaving the only garment left on the bed the skirt. Hermione wasn't really trying to be difficult but she could tell it was incredibly short and definitely not like anything she had ever worn, before. She started picking up all of her lingerie bags and placed them on the bed. Looking at them she frowned.
"What's wrong, love?" Charlie seemed concerned.
"I didn't notice how many bags I had when I left the store." She said before looking him in the eyes and glaring at him.
"Love," He grinned "Don't be like that.
"Charles Septimus Weasley, what did you do?"
"Nothing wrong." He walked around and placed a quick kiss on her lips before he started turning the bags upside down. "Don't forget, your boyfriend paid for them so that means he gets to see them or whatever it was you said." He gave her an outright, evil, smirk.
It really wasn't as bad as Hermione had pictured. She picked out the eight bras she had picked out that morning and put them in her top drawer. With two bras each coming with eight pairs of matching panties and the other six all coming with five each she had to pick out a whopping forty-six pairs of panties and thongs. She was surprised at how well Charlie had done, she didn't stop and look at everything, but she did like what she saw. She would come back when she was alone and investigate more. She went ahead and put the robe and nighty combo, he had talked her into, in the closet and from there she still had quite a bit left. He had picked out several negligees and quite a few pairs of thigh-high stockings. Some had pretty designs on the top but they were all incredibly soft. What she thought surprised her the most was that he had picked out a couple pairs of boyfriend sweats and a couple oversized cowlneck sweaters. With all of the sexy things, he had picked she never would have guessed that he would also pick something that looked so comfy. When Hermione picked them up and gave him a puzzled look he just shrugged.
"Most girls feel rotten when they're dealing with their monthly, no reason to make it worse by not having anything casual and comfy." He told her almost shyly.
"I would say that I think that is the sweetest thing a guy has ever done for me but, I don't think it, I KNOW that this is the sweetest thing a guy has done for me." Hermione actually had to fight back tears for a moment. "Thank you so much." She hugged him really tight and held him for a moment before she decided she better hurry and get everything put away. The last thing they needed was for someone to walk in with them hugging and standing around all of the provocative sleepwear. Hermione pulled open her fourth drawer and magically folded all of her new lingerie so that it would be fast and unwrinkled. She hung her new sweats in the closet and the only thing left was that blasted skirt she had forgotten. She picked it up to examine it. It was a maroon and black plaid, pleated, mini-skirt. Holding it against her hips she could tell that it was very short and didn't really know how or where she would ever wear it. She raised an eyebrow at Charlie as if to ask him.
"I don't want you to wear it around anyone but me." He told her before placing it with the negligees in the fourth drawer and firmly sliding it shut.
"And did you just expect this to happen?" She asked him, gesturing between them.
"Maybe." He smirked at her.
"What do you mean, Maybe?" Her heart started racing.
"If you think that I am blind, you're crazy. I was waiting for you to turn seventeen. Everything last year kept me from thinking that making a move could ever be considered appropriate. Plus, you were on the run. Then we all needed time after the war finally ended. Hermione, I want to be with you, if that scares you, I'm sorry. I have waited just over four years, now, for this chance and I am going to do everything I can to keep you." He was so sincere that Hermione forgot to breathe for a moment.
"I'm glad I'm not the only one." She told Charlie, pulling him down for a quick kiss.
Hermione felt like everything was falling into place for once. The only thing that worried her was that in a month she would be going back to school. She didn't want to lose Charlie for that long but she knew that it was important and that they would figure it out. She got Harry's present out and wrapped it with magic before the pair made for the kitchen. Apparently, luck really was on their side, tonight, Mrs. Weasley had just started to come to check on them and they ran into her when they were coming down to the second landing.
A/N: Another 2,700 words! I'm getting more and more excited about where this is going! I really hope the short kiss scene went okay. I'll get deeper in their personal histories soon. Let me know what ya'll think!
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