Note: LEMON ahead! The sort of thing you'd read in a modern romance novel.

Chapter Two

She assumed Charlie would be in his old room and headed that way, but stopped when she saw the twins' door slightly ajar. Inside, she saw his back as he sat on Fred's bed.

"Uh," she knocked lightly. "Charlie?"

He whipped his head around, and Hermione could see that his eyes were glassy. "Hey, Hermione," he said, smiling a bit sadly, his voice gruff.

"Are you alright?" She walked around so she faced him. He answered by handing her a photo. She held it close: him with the twins, smiling, sticking out their tongues between trying to knock each other down. They all looked so much younger.

"It's from when the family dropped me off at Romania for the first time," Charlie said.

Hermione smiled and nodded. She felt like she should say something profound and heartfelt, but nothing seemed right. Instead, she gave the photo back and said, "Nothing's changed in here at all, has it?"

"No. All of our rooms have been converted to playrooms for grandchildren, basically. And guest rooms, of course. But she can't bear to change… this." He gestured to the quidditch jerseys hung on the walls, the Gryffindor banners strung on the floating ball light, the faded boxes of first-edition Zonko's products tossed about on the desks.

"God, it must kill George every time he visits."

"Oh, he won't go near it. I imagine it's for the best."

"Right." Hermione shifted awkwardly until she remembered her purpose there. "Right, well, your mum wanted me to tell you that the cake and the singing and all that will be had in a short bit. And you should pop down when you're ready."

He smiled and stretched his arms out, placing the frame back on the nightstand. "Thanks, Hermione."

She stepped forward and placed a hand on his arm, trying to ignore the distinguished feel of his bicep. "I'm sorry it hit you again. I don't know if it will ever go away."

He nodded. "Yeah. It's worse, though, for Mum and Dad. And George."

"Don't do that," Hermione said. "Don't discount your grief like that. He was your brother, too, for Godric's sake."

He grinned then, a sort of feral grin that made Hermione instantly weak at the knees. "Fred liked you a lot, you know."

"Well, I liked him, too. Thought he was brilliant, really, even if all his pranks drove me mad."

"That's what Fred liked about you. Said you were quite attractive when your hair got all—," he waved at his own head—"bouncy while scolding them."

Hermione felt a blush creep up her neck and reach her cheeks. "Oh. Oh. I didn't—"

Charlie leaned back on the bed and laughed. Hermione stared at the clenching in his abs and finally said, "What on earth, Charles Fabian Weasley, is so bloody funny?"

This made him laugh even harder, and so she rolled her eyes and grabbed his hand to guide him downstairs, but he pulled her to him in a hug, his body still shaking with laughter. "Thank you," he finally said, letting her go. "For making me feel better."

She stood back and smiled. "Anytime, Charlie." She bent down to give him a kiss on the cheek. But he turned at the last moment and they met at the lips. It was soft and strange, and Hermione gasped and jumped back.

Charlie's face fell instantly. "Oh, Gods, Hermione, I'm so sorry. I don't know why I thought… I mean, you were with R—"

Hermione interrupted his sentence with another kiss on the mouth, this one deliberate. She certainly didn't want to hear the R-word now of all times and this seemed like the best way to stop it. More than that, she wanted Charlie. That soft, accidental kiss pretty much drenched her knickers and she wasn't ready to stop at that.

She opened her mouth slightly and sucked on his lower lip, which made him groan and pull her over so that she straddled his hips. This move made them both delirious with lust. Hermione shoved her tongue into Charlie's mouth and he ran his fingers down her back to cup her arse. She rubbed her hands down his pecs, his abs, fingering the 'v' of his hips. She nearly yelled out when he thrusted up against her, his enormous erection throbbing on her clit.

She broke the kiss and pushed up, chest heaving. "Your mother's going to come to find you."

He reached down into his back pocket, grabbed his wand, locked the door and cast a silencing spell in one movement.

She put her hands on her hips and said, "If you think that's going to stop Molly Weasley for more than five minutes—"

He chuckled, put his hands on her hips, lifted her up and placed her next to him. She nearly whimpered at the loss of contact, but he stood, looked out the window at his parents chasing away the gnomes that were after the grandkids. He flicked his wand and dozens of additional gnomes popped up out of the yard and to the ground in dull thuds. The children squealed in joy and Molly screamed in frustration, yelling at Arthur to grab the children that were already yards ahead, each in a different direction.

"That'll keep her for a bit," he said, bending over as he gently pushed her back on the bed.

"That's not very…" Hermione stopped as Charlie placed long, warm kisses down her neck to her collarbone.

He popped his head up. "Yes?"

"Nice. Not very nice." She found herself breathless.

"I can be very not nice when I want to be, Hermione." He grinned and, with a twirl of his fingers, her dress unwrapped itself in two seconds, leaving her in her simple black cotton bra and knickers.

"Charlie!" she gasped.

He frowned. "Are you sure you want to…"

"Yes," she said, putting her arms around his neck and pulling him down. It had been too damned long and Charlie had looked too damned hot today. To show him how much she wanted it, she wrapped her legs around and ground into his cock, causing him to stop kissing her in order to grunt and grind back. Hermione could already see stars.

They kissed feverishly once more. Hermione ran her nails down his back and he gave a growl that made her hair stand up. He wrapped his giant, calloused hand around her breast and kneaded until she moaned, then repeated on the other side.

He lowered to pull her bra down, taking a nipple between his teeth. Hermione arched her back up as he pinched the other one between his fingertips. She pushed him back roughly when she couldn't take it anymore.

"Take off your shirt," she said. "Now." He laughed and obeyed. He was chiseled like a god, if gods were covered in scars from dragon claws, teeth and fire. Hermione stared in awe, feeling rather stupid but helpless all the same. "Gods, you're beautiful," she whispered. She found herself delighted to see the tips of his ears redden.

He smiled and pulled her knickers down, tossing her legs over his shoulders as he lowered himself even more.

"What are you doing?" Hermione asked, alarmed.

"What do you think? I'm going to lick your cunt."

She suppressed a shudder at his admission and his language as she hissed, "No! We don't have time for that. Just… just fuck me. Please."

He gave her a wild, lopsided grin and glanced out the window at the chaos. "We have time."

"Charles Fabian Weasley, your mother sent me up her to—" he interrupted her with a long, hot lick from her opening to her clit. He continued to lap at the latter, dragging the wide of his tongue every which way. She could barely breathe as her thighs trembled.

After a minute, he paused. "Do you want me stop?"

"What? No!" She pulled his head back to her. He chuckled and a bit of his scruff scraped against her, sending her right to the edge. His tongue returned and flung her promptly over it. "Oh, God, Charlie," she moaned as she shuddered against him.

He stood, his eyes intent as he unbuckled his belt. He dropped his trousers and boxers and lowered over her, positioning the head of his cock right on her slit.

"Wait," she whispered. He pulled back and she pushed him over, climbing on top of him. She seemed to regain some sense as she looked around and said, "Oh, God. We're still on Fred's bed."

Charlie glanced around thoughtfully. "You think he'd care?"

She paused. No, Fred would probably egg them on, then tease them mercilessly about it. She dropped herself, filling up with Charlie's warm and deliciously thick erection as she moaned.

He gave a guttural sound as he rolled his hips under her. "Holy fuck, Hermione," he gasped.

He reached for her hips and she slapped his hands away. "None of that," she said. "This is payback for you… licking me when I explicitly said we didn't have time."

She lifted and lowered herself slowly, increasing her speed only slightly each time. He put his hands behind his head. "If this is payback…" his eyes rolled back as she dropped herself harder than before. "I'll—oh, gods—I think I'll try to offend you more often."

Hermione laughed, but it was cut short by Molly's yell up the stairs. "CAKE CUTTING! FIVE MINUTES, YOU TWO!"

Hermione looked at him, eyes wide. He froze for a second, then grabbed her waist and flipped her over. "Looks like payback will have to wait, love." He climbed up and entered her quickly. He thrusted hard and fast, causing the bed to rumble against the wall, eliciting shrieks from her. He slowed only to say, "It'll take us… a minute to dress? Let's see if I can make you come in under four. Again."

Turned out, he could.

The family had already gathered around the cake when they returned. As everyone sang, Ginny playfully hit her in the shoulder. "What took so long?"

"He was upset about Fred. I think he was crying when I came in."

Ginny blinked, not expecting this. "Really? Charlie's kept those emotions rather hidden. From all of us." She glanced at her brother as his arms wrapped around Harry and Ron, bellowing as loud as he could. "He looks pretty chipper now, though." Then she looked at Hermione suspiciously. "Wait, why are you all flushed? And your hair looks a little—"

"I comforted him, Gin! There was… hugging." It wasn't a lie.

Ginny narrowed her eyes. "Don't look at me like that," Hermione said as everyone erupted into clapping and whistles.

"Make a wish!" Molly said. Albus blew so hard that nothing but spit bubbles came out of his mouth. Everyone laughed as Harry helped him blow the candles out.

"Hmm," Ginny said. "Well, Mum's distracted enough with grandchildren photos. Harry and I could lead the group into a flash mob and I doubt she'd notice. Let's see you off, then."

"Uh," Hermione tried not to look for Charlie again. Surely that's exactly what Ginny was baiting her to do. "Sure. Let's."

As she entered her flat by floo, she flung herself on the sofa. "Holy shit," she said. She'd fucked Charlie Weasley. And it had been the best shag of her life.