Supper ended up, as usual, the buoyancy of the day was easily felt. Percy had gotten the change of department and would now be working in the Department of International Magical Cooperation. Molly and Arthur were in a great mood as was Bill and Fleur after their visits. Harry and Ginny were drawn in close enjoying a quiet conversation. Low and behold, Luna Lovegood was sitting at the end of the table by Hermione and Ron, again. Hermione smiled and greeted the girl, brightly. She was glad to see that she was happy and honestly, she was glad to see Ron happy, as well. He was one of her best friends, after all. Just because they had thought they had liked each other didn't mean anything.
After supper, everyone went to tend to their own affairs. Ron went on a walk with Luna while Harry and Ginny sat by the pond. Fleur and Bill went up to bed, they were tired and wanted to read. Molly and Arthur decided to turn in, enjoying a quiet evening. Percy went to his room to get ready for his new department. George had been the first to leave, swearing exhaustion. Hermione and Charlie were the only ones left, sitting at the table.
"You still haven't picked your owl," Charlie told her.
"I'm not picky and I don't care either way, you pick, and I'll be happy with either," Hermione refused to pick one way or another.
"I'll take the boy, you take the girl?" Charlie suggested.
"That's fine," she agreed, "let's go get acquainted, shall we?" Hermione stood to go inside. "With the owlets, I mean," she amended.
"Sure, you did, love," Charlie leaned in, "I will still be getting acquainted with you, further, too."
Hermione felt a shiver all the way down to her toes. She really thought that he would be her undoing. She went up to Charlie's room, where the owlets were, and waited for him to come in behind her. Hermione had never been in his room, technically it was an office before it was his new room. She looked around and saw his personality everywhere. He had pictures from Romania and a few of Hogwarts with Tonks. There were some of him playing quidditch and some from swimming in the pond, both featuring a shirtless version of Charlie.
"I need a couple like these," Hermione smirked wickedly at Charlie. She was finally going to go for what she wanted, no shame no game.
"You can copy one, if you'd like," Charlie told her not really paying attention to which pictures she indicated, he was busy with checking on their babies.
"I might," Hermione thought she had a better idea but wasn't going to tell Charlie that.
"What's that?" Charlie asked after he finished settling the owlets.
Hermione decided she would rather show him. She walked over to him, slowly, and reached for his hand. She pulled him close to her before hugging him, tightly. Charlie held her protectively, savoring the feel of having her in his hold. Hermione pulled back before tiptoeing to give him a kiss on the lips; when Charlie leaned down to accommodate her, she pulled his shirt up, over his head. He looked at her in surprise before a devilish grin played over his features.
"Trying to get me naked?" He accused.
"I wouldn't say that…" She trailed off as she ran her hands over his torso.
"Then what would you say?" He asked watching her eyes dance over him.
Hermione smiled at him and lead him over to his bed before pushing him down on it. She flicked her wand and his socks and shoes disappeared, revealing perfectly cleaned feet. After pushing him backward, Hermione climbed up to straddle his waist. She had rid herself of her shoes the same way as she had Charlie. Hermione leaned down slowly to kiss Charlie, taking her time to tease him all the more. After the way he had got her hot and bothered, that morning, Hermione was going to get some payback, if it was the last thing she did. She ran her hands over his beard and carded her fingers in his hair. Right before she was going to kiss him, she pulled on his hair making him tilt his head back. Charlie let out a low groan of pleasure and Hermione could feel his member spring to attention. Shocked, Hermione let go of his hair and sat up without kissing him. Charlie looked at her, his eyes dilated.
"You can't stop now, love," His voice caught in his throat. Hermione jumped off of him and walked slowly out the door. Charlie felt a stab in his chest, trying to figure out what spooked her. He growled to himself and scrubbed his hands roughly over his face. "Stupid!" he cursed himself, "foolish, take it slow, idiot," he told himself before taking a deep breath. He would calm down for a second and then go to Hermione and see what was wrong, he decided.
Suddenly, Hermione was jostling the bed, climbing back on top of him, he could smell her perfume. He took his hands down from his face and rested them on her thighs before he realized she had a camera. He grinned at her before asking what she planned on doing with it. When she grinned and stood up to take a picture, it became obvious. Hermione caught the picture as the camera spit it out and smiled at it.
"I'm going to need some of these to get through the school year," she admitted.
"Only if I get some," Charlie bargained.
"It depends on how you behave." She giggled as Charlie reached for the camera and she pulled it away.
Charlie sat up and grabbed his wand, making Hermione's eyes go wide, anticipating what he was going to do. He waved his wand, the door locked, the lights went out, and several lit candles appeared, on his desk, near the door. Hermione's stomach dropped out of her, she had never had anyone try to be romantic in any way for her. She heard a click and looked down to see that, somehow, Charlie had commandeered the camera and taken a picture of her. He set it on his side table before pulling Hermione down on top of him. She kissed him eagerly and had no second thoughts about pulling on his hair or biting his lower lip. She had realized quite quickly that a small pinch of pain was a turn on for Charlie. He held her tightly in place while grinding against her pelvis and Hermione barely caught herself scratching at his shoulders, being in the moment. She had butterflies in her stomach and could feel Charlie's bulge through their jeans. He reached up and slowly pulled her shirt off, savoring the moment. When he looked at her he saw her tattoo, he traced it with his hand until it disappeared below her Jeans.
"I told you it was an addiction," Charlie smirked.
Hermione was not content with being equal to Charlie, she wanted to be one step ahead of him, she reached down to unbutton his pants and then climbed off the bed to pull them off.
"I told you, you were trying to get me naked," Charlie said, propping a hand behind his head.
"Not really," Hermione grabbed the camera and took another picture of him. His eyes were smoldering and the look on his face made Hermione's stomach clench up. "I won't complain if it happens, though," she smiled with the delicious thought.
She set the camera back down before attacking Charlie again. She couldn't help how bad she wanted him and she couldn't seem to stop her body from wanting to be as near to him as possible. She licked his lower lip while pulling his hair, Hermione ground against the swelling in his boxes and felt Charlie respond even more. Obviously, Hermione had never made it this far, before, but she was sure that Charlie was rather large. The books she had read over the years indicated that average size was around six inches and what she was feeling could be six inches, but it could definitely be more, Hermione was leaning towards more. Charlie rolled her onto her back suddenly and took control. He pushed his tongue into her mouth and caressed hers with it. He bit her lip and then gently bit down her jaw and chest before he reached her bra. He looked up at her before he licked her cleavage and then went on to nibble down her stomach. Hemione gasped when he licked her from right above the button on her jeans to her hipbone. He had given her butterflies from the one simple act. She looked down and her eyes met him, he reached up and grabbed her pants to unbutton them but raised an eyebrow in question. When Hermione cocked her head and raised her own eyebrow he smirked at her before kissing her stomach once more and undoing her jeans. Charlie got off the foot of his bed and grabbed the bottom of her pants below her heels before slowly and torturously pulling them down and off. Hermione had closed her eyes and slung an arm over them while trying to will time to stop, speed up, and slowdown; all at the same time. With the tiny click sounding from the camera she opened her eyes and put her arm down so she could glare at Charlie, the only problem was that he took another picture.
"You are gorgeous," Charlie told her looking up from his pictures and into her eyes.
"You're not so bad yourself," she winked at him.
Charlie put the camera down only to pick up one of Hermione's feet. He rubbed it for a long moment and felt her relax in his embrace. He moved his way up to her calve and gave it some attention. He switched to the other foot, her tattoo started at her ankle and went all the way up to the top of her ribs. It was a beautiful piece that had a lot of black but had a lot of purple splashed into it, also. There were roses and a time-turner, an eye, a quill that was writing in cursive with purple ink and much more. Charlie was enthralled with the piece and couldn't keep his hands off it. He moved his massage up to Hermione's thigh and felt her shift a bit. Charlie looked up to see her eyes were closed, he grabbed his wand and performed a couple of quick spells before putting it down and continuing rubbing her thigh. Charlie went to her other thigh but couldn't stop looking at her tattoo. Charlie moved to her lower stomach and kissed it while rubbing his hands over her stomach to her hips. Hermione bit her lip and froze for a moment, Charlie had found a turn on spot. He smirked at the thought before rolling her over, suddenly.
She started to protest until his hands found her again. He started down at her feet, again, and worked his way up. By the time he made it to the back of her thighs, Charlie was straining uncomfortably against his boxer briefs. He continued up to her firm bum. She was wearing modest boy-short type underwear, unfortunately for her and fortunately for Charlie, they were light grey, and he could see the arousal he was causing her. He pretended, for her sake, not to notice, yet… He placed a small bite at the edge of her lacey panties, on a firm cheek, and chuckled when she jumped. He moved to her lower back and could feel knots for days. She had probably never relaxed a day in her life, until just recently, and she was still learning how to do that. He grabbed his wand, once more, and summoned some massaging oils that he used to use at the sanctuary in Romania. If they could help him, after dealing with dragons, they could help Hermione. He spent a bit of time on her back and shoulders, by the time he made it to her arms Hemione was like putty. She had moved her hair out of his way but, other than that, she hadn't moved a muscle. He could hear the little sighs and moans that she gave every now and again, they did nothing to help his rock-hard problem. By the time he made it to Hermione's hands and fingers, he was almost surprised that she was still awake. Charlie gently moved her hair, further off her neck, and kissed her sweetly by her ear.
"I'm surprised that you're still awake."
"Were you trying to get rid of me?" Hermione acted scandalized.
"No, I just think your back has probably never felt better" Charlie nuzzled her neck.
"Honestly, it hasn't. I don't know if I can move," she laughed contentedly.
"I might prefer that," Charlie rolled her back over to her side, "I can keep you here, longer."
"You can keep me here as long as you like."
"Don't tempt me, I'll never leave this room again, given the chance," Charlie admitted while tracing her tattoo, gently.
"That tickles," Hermione squirmed.
"I can fix that," he told her.
Charlie pushed her onto her back and moved between her legs. He ground into her as he ran his hands over her. He traced his fingers along the top of her bra before reaching underneath her to undo the hooks.
"Is it okay if I take this off?" Charlie asked for permission before taking anything up to the next level.
"Yeah." Hermione breathed. She was nervous, he was fixing to see what only one other man had seen before, ironically Josh was just piercing them and not looking at them for anything special.
"Holy dragons breath," Charlie's eyes went wide when he saw the piercings. "When did you do this?"
"Today," Hermione was nervous, did he like them or not. "Do you hate them?"
"I absolutely," Charlie looked between them and her face, "think that they are hotter than a dragon's fire." He finished. "You might give me a heart attack if you keep surprising me like this. Warn me now if there's anything else I need to know." Charlie had an evil glint in his eye telling her that he was fishing for more information.
"I guess that's for me to know and you to ponder," She used one of her dad's favorite lines.
"I guess I'll just have to worm it out of you."
Charlie leaned down to suck on one of her piercings. Hermione was shocked at the feel of his warm, moist tongue on her nipple. It felt nothing like she had imagined it would and made her wonder what his tongue would feel like if he licked her somewhere else. He cheeks flushed between the feeling that she was receiving and the thoughts she was having. She ran her fingers through Charlie's hair and arched her back into him. She started to moan before she quickly bit her lip, she didn't want someone to hear her. She felt Charlie's laugh against her and gasped at the vibration it sent through her nipple and to her core. She could feel that she was getting extremely wet.
"I put a silencing charm on the room," Charlie told her, "no one will hear you when I make you scream," he told her wickedly while looking in her eyes.
"What makes you so confident that you can accomplish that?"
"You are incredibly responsive," Charlie licked her other nipple roughly, smiling when she gasped and emphasized his point. "I will have you not only screaming but I'll also have you begging for more."
"And what do I get if you fail to do that?" Hermione asked, it wasn't that she didn't believe him, she just wanted to rile him up. She had learned just how much Charlie affected her physically, the first time they had kissed, and she knew he would turn her into nothing more than a puddle if that was what he wanted to do.
"I guess you'll have to tell me what you want, should I fail," he raised his eyebrow.
"When you fail, I will decide what I want, then," she challenged him.
Charlie growled at her and grabbed her hands before pinning them above her head. He used his other to start tweaking her nipple and to torture her with her turn on spot by her hip. He moved slowly down her torso biting and sucking on her, occasionally leaning back up to like her nipples when he made it to her panties he kissed along the top from one side to the other before nibbling her through them. Charlie sat back on his heels and took a deep breath while running his fingers over his face and through his hair.
"Ignore the bet," Charlie told her. "I really don't care about it, at all. I care about you and your feelings. I want you to think about this, about the next step. If you want to stop here and stay where we are I'm fine with that. Hell, I'm more than fine with that, I'm enjoying this immensely." Charlie gestured to his erection. "I want you to tell me if you want to go further or not. If you want me to take your panties off or if you want me to leave them on. I need an honest answer, not what you think I want to hear." Charlie looked into her eyes trying to search for a clue.
"What are you talking about?" She asked Charlie.
"Do you wan-"
"Charlie," she cut him off, "Of course I want this, I have for a time. I will tell you no, if I ever get to a point where I don't want to go further, I will tell you to wait, if I need a second, I will speak up and let you know what I need."
"Are you sure you-"
"If you don't do it, I will," Hermione cut him off again.
"I might just have to get you going more often, I like you bossing me around," Charlie winked at her.
"You're a cheeky little thing," Hermione noted.
"I wouldn't say I'm little, by any means," Charlie gave a sly grin while glancing down.
"I'm sure they all say that," Hermione shot back.
"Guess I'll just have to prove it," Charlie challenged her, "first I have something more important to take care of."
Charlie was on the prowl. He leaned over her to give her a soft, lingering kiss before he climbed off the end of the bed. Charlie took his time pulling Hermione's panties, he hooked his fingers in either side and slid them all the way down while trailing his fingers on the outsides of her thighs and calves. He kept eye contact the whole time, making sure this was what she really wanted. When she pulled her feet free of the garment, Charlie finally took his first look at a naked Hermione Granger. She was beautiful. She had her two tattoos and her two piercings, other than that, the only thing she wore was a
"You are a piece of art," Charlie tumbled out.
Charlie started at her foot, licking, biting, and kissing his way up. He made it to her knee and she was trembling, when he started on the insides of her thighs she was panting and gasping. He worked slowly and methodologically up her until he got to the one place he wanted to be more than anywhere else. He looked up to see if Hermione was looking and the sight was exquisite. She had bit her lip and was heavy-lidded waiting on him to make the next move. Charlie slowly stuck his tongue out and licked her from her opening to her clit. I was then that a small series of events took place. Hemione threw her head back, gasping and Charlie jumped, realizing that she had a secret that he had just found...
"When did this one happen?" Charlie asked her and gave her another slow lick. When she didn't respond Charlie waited a moment. "I won't continue until you answer me, love," Charlie's hot breath washed over her.
"I um, I got it on our shopping trip," she confessed
"Thank you," Charlie rewarded her.
He went back to paying sole attention to her instead of their conversation. Hermione could feel him playing with her piercing. It was a vertical clitoris piercing or a vch as they had called it in the shop. He was blatantly teasing her, between his hot breath, his wet tongue, and his soft lips, Hermione was going crazy. She had never felt anything like this and was quickly learning that was the way that it was with Charlie. She could feel her muscles tightening and her face flushing, if she hadn't read her novels she would have no idea what was going on. She had tried before but had never been able to get herself to an orgasm, she was to 'in her head' she guessed. Charlie reached under her thighs and clamped his arms around her thighs, to keep her still. She was moving around quite a bit and moving her head side to side in her pleasure. Charlie flattened his tongue out and gave her several long, firm, strokes. She practically squeaked in response. He focused on her clit, flicking back and forth quickly. She was shaking in his arms and gasping for breath, occasionally he would hear her breath catch in her throat and she would stop breathing for a moment. Charlie was losing himself in the moment almost as much as Hermione was lost. He knew she was close and he wanted her over the edge if it was the last thing he did. He let go of one of her thighs and held her in place with the other. She was struggling away from his mouth as much as she was struggling to stay. He inserted his middle finger in her, slowly, until it was fully submerged into her. He slowly pulled it out twisting side to side and repeated the motion while licking Hermione's clit with more and more pressure. She was starting to get louder and louder the closer she got to her orgasm. Charlie couldn't believe how lucky he had gotten finding a woman that was so responsive to his touch. In to time at all Hermione started bucking her hips while pulling his hair. He was incredibly turned on by her reactions and when she screamed his name he almost lost it.
Hermione hit the peak hard and fast, her whole body convulsed rapidly for quite a length of time. She felt waves of pleasure wash over her body to the point that she couldn't breathe. Her vision started going dark before she closed her eyes. Hermione had been gripping Charlie's hair quite roughly until she suddenly didn't have the strength.
"Love, talk to me," Charlie was in her ear. "Babe, I need you to talk to me."
"What?" Hermione had tried to understand why Charlie was suddenly trying to get her to talk.
"Babe, can you talk to me?"
"About what?" Hermione was a bit tired and fuzzy after the orgasm Charlie had just given her.
"Darlin', you've been out for a few minutes," Charlie told her.
"What do you mean?" Hermione questioned, too tired to open her eyes.
"I mean, you passed out in the middle of your orgasm. How are you feeling?" Do I need to get you something?" Charlie was clearly worried about Hermione.
"I don't think that's possible," Hermione had never heard of anyone passing out from an orgasm and she thought that is something that she would have heard about in the dormitory from the other girls. Then again, guys like Charlie Weasley didn't walk the halls of Hogwarts, if only she could have got that lucky.
"I didn't think it was but you just proved it is," Charlie was still talking in her ear. Hermione shivered at the feel of him against her, the sound of his voice in her ear, and the rumble of his voice. Charlie picked her up and put her under the blanket with him. He cuddled up to her and slid his leg in between hers when his thigh encountered her she gasped and jumped away. "Are you alright?" Charlie froze.
"Yeah," Hermione couldn't believe how sensitive she was after her orgasm. Charlie had to have been right, she must have passed out from pleasure. "I'm just incredibly sensitive to being touched, right now," she admitted. She felt Charlie vibrating with his laughter while wrapping his arms around her.
"I'm not making fun of you, love, I promise. I just can't believe how lucky I am to have you here, in my arms." Charlie cuddled her from her side to avoid making her jump away, again.
"Is it supposed to be like this?" Hermione asked while she was recuperating.
"I think so."
"What do you mean, you think so?" Hermione questioned. "Haven't you ever slept with someone?"
"Yeah, haven't yo-" Charlie cut himself off, "Hermione Granger are you a virgin?"
"Yes." Hermione was still in a cloudy state of mind. If she hadn't been she might have been embarrassed to answer him. When Charlie didn't say anything Hermione finally opened her eyes. "What's wrong?"
"I just can't fathom that you have never let anyone talk you into bed, as responsive as you are," Charlie told her. "Not like I think you should just jump into bed with someone but that you obviously enjoyed that, a moment ago."
"I did enjoy it, very much. However, I cannot see myself sleeping with some little boy with no brains or maturity. I
need more than just my sexual needs being met, I need someone who can carry an intelligent conversation." Hermione could never imagine herself with any of the blokes in her year or even the couple years before her, Charlie had been the first man that she could see herself able to last any length of time with. He was definitely a man, she thought, he hadn't even tried to get her to reciprocate what he had done for her. He had just tried to cuddle her, after, something the girls in her year had been annoyed that the boys they slept with would never do. Charlie was nothing short of a dream come true.
"I'm glad that I can be of assistance to you." Charlie actually looked pleased. "So, what's the furthest you've gone? Before tonight, I mean," he elaborated.
"I've never done anything before you," Hermione admitted, quickly. It was supposed to be like ripping a band-aid off.
"What?" Charlie had obviously heard her but was looking at her in surprise.
"No one else has ever caught my attention the way you have," Hermione told him. "I mean, I thought I liked Ron for almost a year but then I met you and realized that he wasn't the one. He's one of my best friends but he's not considerate of my feelings, the way he should be if we were going to be together. He doesn't like to learn about anything but quidditch and, now, about becoming an auror. He will never challenge anything I say. I've had conversations with you where I learn something. If you think I'm wrong, you tell me in a way that isn't condescending. You have never belittled me or made me feel less in any way, except for when I didn't think you saw me in the way I wanted you to." Hermione laughed and ran her fingers down her face. A few weeks ago she would have bet money that she would never be here in Charlie's bed, post orgasm, and talking about why she was still a virgin.
"I'm glad it was me, then," Charlie rolled above her, holding himself up, to kiss her deeply.
"I am, too," Hermione told him, reaching up to hold his face in her hands. She looked into his eyes before pulling him down, onto her, making up her mind.
Hermione ran her hands down him before flipping over on top of him. She pinned his hands above him for a moment before kissing him roughly.
"You're going to get yourself in trouble if you keep that up," Charlie warned her.
"I feel like you're a little overdressed," Hermione hinted. "I think we need to take care of that."
"Hermione, I only have so much self-control."
"I don't want self-control, tonight, I want you," She told the man beneath her.
"You don't know what you're asking," Charlie choked out.
"Actually, I do. I've wanted this for a while and I know that you'll take care of me," Hermione had complete confidence in Charlie.
Hermione flung the blanket back on the bed and crawled back to pull Charlie's silky, boxer briefs off of him. Her eyes widened at the sight of him, she had seen pictures of the male anatomy, but they had been purely for educational purposes. Now, she was staring at a naked man that she, not only could but, would be touching. He had been turned on for a while, now, but was standing straight up. Almost straight up, he curved to Hermione's left, a bit. Hermione crawled up the bed, leisurely, taking her time. She reached out to touch him and to get acquainted with his impressive length. He was definitely larger than average, and Hermione was a bit nervous about it. She had heard her dorm mates complain about guys being too small and too large, she wasn't sure what qualified as the 'too large' part, that she was worried about. Hermione sat back on her heels, beside Charlie, he had his hands behind his head and laid still to watch her. She ran her hand from his base to his tip and came away with precum on her hand. She reached back down and took him in both hands, while spreading the moisture over his erection, and ran her hands up and down his length a few times, until she heard him hiss out a breath, between his teeth.
"What feels good to you and what doesn't?" Hermione asked in concern.
"As long as you don't just yank too hard on me or rub me around while your hands are completely dry I'll be fine. It only hurts if you have nothing to break the friction, which is why women get wet, it wouldn't feel good if we were both dry. Precum helps with that, too. Lube is always a good option, especially for the first time or for a little extra. There are a bunch of kinds to choose from, muggle or wizard. I prefer wizard brands, they do the job without taking away part of the feeling. Muggle kinds work well but they can dull how much you feel." Charlie figured there was probably a lot that Hermione didn't know about wizard world when it came to sex and the things that were used with it.
"Do you happen to have any kind of lube?" Hermione asked nervously
"I do," Charlie reached into a drawer and grabbed the bottle he had. "This one is strictly a lube, nothing special about it. I wasn't sure if we would get here or if we would need it, but I wanted to be prepared and I also didn't want to grab one you absolutely hated. As well as you react to me, it might be good that I got one that doesn't have any extra stimulation."
"Can I have some?" Hermione asked.
Charlie unscrewed the cap and took the protective seal off, proving that it was brand new. When he put the cap back on, he flipped it open and waited for Hermione to stick her hand out. He put a small pea-sized amount on her hand and closed the lid.
"You won't need much," He told her. He wasn't going to let her get him off with her hands, for the first time.
Hermione spent a few minutes exploring Charlie, marveling at the fact that she could feel every vein, ridge, and tendon on his penis. The lube made her hands glide over him but was also like it wasn't even there. Charlie was having a tough time with laying still and not flipping Hermione over the second that she touched him. He knew that she needed to be comfortable with him before they moved on. Charlie finally couldn't take it anymore.
"Do you want to start on the top or the bottom?" He was blunt and to the point but he wanted Hemione to answer him honestly.
"Which do you think would be easier for me?" She asked him, trustingly.
"Bottom," Charlie flipped her onto her back, faster than she realized what was happening. It'll make it easier to adjust for you. Any bloke that doesn't know what he's doing or doesn't take his time can ruin the experience for a woman, virgin or not. I will take my time but I expect you to do your part and tell me what you need from me at any given time, even if that means stopping." Charlie looked into her eyes. "I promise you that I won't get mad or be upset if you need to stop for a minute or even to stop and try again on a different day."
"Alright," Hermione nodded. "I guess I should have thought about this earlier but I don't have a condom."
"Hermione, wizards don't use condoms with witches. We don't get infections unless we are sleeping with a muggle and go about it without performing our protective charms, even then we have cures for them." Charlie had actually studied the differences between both cultures when it came to sex-related topics and he was now glad he had.
"I haven't ever tried to use a contraceptive charm on myself. I don't know if it will work, I'm worried about pregnancy, not STD's or STI's." Hermione admitted. She knew about how medically advanced the wizarding world was.
"Have you ever tried to cast one?" Charlie asked.
"No, I've only read up on them."
"Try to cast on and tell me if you feel anything or not when you do," Charlie handed Hermione her wand.
"I feel a warm feeling in my stomach," Hermione told him after trying the charm.
"Congratulations, you got it right on the first try," Charlie smiled at her.
"I'm surprised, I'm a bit nervous."
"Do you want to wait for another time?" Charlie checked with her.
"No, I want to do this. I want to do it, tonight, with you." Hermione wasn't going to change her mind or chicken out.
"Tell me anything you need, stop, freeze, softer, shallower, whatever it is, okay?" Charlie wanted to make sure everything was as perfect as possible.
"Okay," Hermione confirmed.
Charlie leaned in to kiss Hermione, he wanted to get her worked back up. He teased her with his tongue while he ran a hand down her. He circled her nipple before flicking his finger over it a few times. Charlie continued his southern path and ran his nail over her stomach, from below her bellybutton outward toward her hipbone. Hermione gasped into his mouth and jumped at the butterfly feeling he had given her, yet again. Charlie finally reached her folds and found her sopping wet. He inserted a finger and slowly pumped into her. Hermione moaned when Charlie added a second finger. He was a decent sized guy and had large hands, Hermione was already being stretched a bit with just two fingers, but Charlie knew she still had a little to go. Charlie took his time relaxing her by being gentle and by keeping her stimulated. Charlie had done all that he could do and after a short amount of time, he positioned himself at her entrance.
"Are you sure you want this, Hermione?"
"Yes, Charlie, please." Hermione looked, pleadingly, into his eyes.
Charlie went back to kissing Hermione. He put his thumb on her clit, after wetting it with her juices, and slowly rubbed it. He didn't want to overstimulate her for a second time, that night, but wanted her to feel good and be relaxed. Charlie slowly put pressure on her and slowly his head entered her. He paused for a moment before pushing forward ever so slightly and then pulling back out. Charlie kept up the process for a few minutes, slowly working more and more of himself into Hermione. He was almost fully in her when he started taking longer, strokes. He kept kissing and biting her while playing with her clit. Charlie was surprised to feel Hermione scratching his back. She was breathless and highly aroused, Charlie was having a difficult time holding her hips still, he didn't want her to buck up and hurt herself by taking him too deeply. He was over nine inched the last time he had measured but that had been for a dare in his sixth year and he hadn't been finished growing at that point. A few minutes later he finally felt his pelvis against Hermione's and slowly rocked his hips side to side to get her better accustomed to his size. He heard Hermione moan, loudly, and knew she liked the way he was stimulating her. He kept rocking side to side but finally released her hips to give her the freedom to go after her own pleasure. She bit his shoulder roughly while scratching his back and thrusting her hips to meet his.
"I'm so close," Hermione whined before moaning.
They were both covered in sweat from exertion. Charlie made sure to keep the clitoral stimulation while he thrust into her as gently as he could. Hermione's thrusts got more and more erratic as her breathing became more labored. Charlie bent his head over her shoulder and tried to keep an even pace, knowing that if he changed the pace it could ruin everything. Hermione turned to press her ear close to Charlie's mouth and nose, she wanted to feel his breath on her and hear his efforts. Hermione's nails dug into his shoulders and scratched down his back as she started her release. She bit his shoulder, again, but was still screaming out and was no longer able to thrust her hips. Charlie held her tightly while continuing his rhythm. He nibbled on her ear kept rubbing her clit, he didn't want her orgasm shortened by anything so he held off on his own, as long as he could. He felt her coming down, starting to relax but also spasming at his thrusts, and he finally allowed himself his own earthshattering orgasm. About halfway through his release Hermione started orgasming, again. When he finished, Charlie slowed his thrusts down to slowly let Hermione fall from her high.
"I don't think I'll be able to move for a week," Hermione told him.
"If I did my job right you won't," Charlie told her. "However, I'll massage you later so you'll be able to."
"Won't that just lead to us doing this all over again?" Hermione teased sleepily.
"If I'm incredibly lucky, but probably not, I don't want you to be too sore," he cautioned.
"Then we'll have to do this often enough that I don't get sore," Hermione mumbled to him.
"Scourgify," Charlie had grabbed his wand and cleaned them both up. "I'll set my alarm, so you can sleep in here, but you need to hit the bathroom and grab something to put on in the morning," He warned. "It's just after ten and since no one has come to look for you, yet, you'll be fine in here for the night."
Charlie gave her a shirt to sneak to her room across the hall. She changed into shorts and a shirt before throwing his shirt back, through the crack in the door, at him. She raced to the bathroom and took care of her needs as quickly as possible, so she could head back. She locked her room on the way by and took a spot on the bed while Charlie took his turn in the bathroom. By the time he returned she was almost asleep. He climbed into bed and locked his door. He extinguished the candles and then the last thing she heard was him using the spell 'finite' and she wondered what spell he had been using, that he was canceling. Before she could ask, she was asleep.
Sorry about the wait, I didn't have internet while at my families house so I'm hoping that 6,817 words will help that injustice.
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