AN: People wanted a sequel to "Fluster", inspiration hit, so this resulted. Enjoy!

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Midnight Snack

Charlie was hungry. He supposed that he only had himself to blame for that, as he had skipped dinner in order to get his tongue pierced at the new body piercing shop that had opened in the village. He normally wouldn't have skipped a meal to do something so impulsive, but he'd been thinking of getting a tongue piercing for weeks, and couldn't justify putting it off any longer. Unfortunately, he probably should have put more thought into how his new piercing would affect things like talking or eating, as he doubted he'd be able to use his tongue normally for the next few days.

Sticking his head into the icebox, he tried to find something that seemed both palatable and possible to eat when his tongue felt so weird. He knew there were spells to help speed up the healing process, but he couldn't exactly pronounce the incantations properly at the moment, and he was not about to ask someone for help. Not when it was getting close to two in the morning.

Settling on a carton of vanilla ice cream he found, he pulled it out of the icebox and closed the door. He'd always had a weakness for ice cream, especially when whipped cream and chocolate sauce was added to it. The coldness might help with the throbbing of his new piercing as well.

He became aware that someone else was in the mood for a midnight snack when he saw a flicker of light approach. He refused to be deterred from his task, setting the carton of ice cream down on the kitchen table as he turned to the icebox to search for whipped cream and chocolate sauce.

"Isn't vanilla a bit plain?" Hermione asked quietly as she read the label on the carton of ice cream.

Charlie smiled slightly. "Not if you eat it right," he said. Or at least tried to say. It sounded more like "Noh if you ee eh righ." He grabbed a can of whipped cream from the icebox. Not finding any chocolate sauce, he shrugged and closed the icebox again.

Hermione raised an eyebrow as she walked toward him. "Why are you talking so oddly?"

Charlie smiled and stuck his tongue out at her, showing off his new tongue piercing.

"That's new," Hermione said in a hushed tone, walking up to him. "Is that where you were during dinner tonight?"

Charlie smiled and nodded. "Hungry," he said, gesturing to the ice cream. Of course, it sounded more like "huggie".

Hermione chuckled. "You couldn't have waited until after dinner to get your tongue pierced?"

Charlie wanted to say something like how he had an appointment, but didn't think it would come out right with the way his pronunciation was mangled. Instead, he just walked up to her with the can of whipped cream, and sprayed a bit onto her chest.

Hermione blinked and took a step back. "Charlie!"

He smirked devilishly at her, and lowered his head to lick it off. He liked how she would wear shorts and a tank top to bed, even when the weather had grown colder. He especially liked the way her tank top was a size too small, showing off her womanly curves and just a hint of cleavage.

"Charlie, stop!" Hermione laughed as he licked the whipped cream off her. "That tickles!"

He pulled his head up and smiled at her. "You know you like it," he murmured, although it didn't sound like that at all.

"I can't understand you," Hermione said. "Stick out your tongue again," she ordered. As Charlie complied, she pointed her wand at his tongue and muttered an incantation. He felt the throbbing sensation in his tongue abate. "You should be able to talk normally now," she said, setting her wand on the table.

Charlie raised an eyebrow. "Where'd you learn a spell like that?" he asked, his words coming out normally.

She smirked. "Not telling," she said in a teasing tone.

For a few moments, Charlie just gazed at her lazily as she continued to smirk at him. At her continued silence, he sprayed some more whipped cream on her.

"Charlie!" she protested as he bent his head down again. "You're making a mess! You'll get me all sticky!"

He smirked as he licked up some of the whipped cream. "So we can take a shower together later."

"What if someone walks in here?" she asked as she closed her eyes and smiled.

"It's the middle of the night," he murmured. "Everyone's in bed asleep. Now hush." He sprayed a bit more whipped cream onto her.

Hermione moaned as he continued to lick her. "Who's to say someone else won't come down for a midnight snack?"

Charlie picked his head up and smirked. "So they'd get a floor show instead." He cut off any further protests by kissing her deeply, using his free hand to cup her bum and bring her closer to him. Not caring that some of the whipped cream smeared off her chest onto his, he kissed her hungrily as their bodies pressed together. He groaned with pleasure as she grinded against him, and let the can of whipped cream fall to the floor with a loud 'clank'.

Hermione pulled back from him, nervously glancing to the doorway. "What if someone heard that?" she asked worriedly.

Charlie chuckled. "Everyone's asleep. And so what if someone did?"

She turned to him. "I'd rather not have someone catch us in here."

He smiled at her. "Hermione. My brothers and sister are quite aware of what we get up to late at night. They won't investigate."

It was well known amongst the Weasley siblings that Charlie and Hermione were shagging each other practically every night. During their first unforgettable encounter in the loo they'd been overheard by pretty much everyone else in the house except for Charlie's parents. Years ago, Fred and George had placed a crafty silencing charm on their parents' door to prevent outside sounds from being overheard. The charm had never been taken down. Charlie was just glad he hadn't been living in the Burrow at the time where late night explosions were commonplace.

Hermione shot Charlie a flat look. "Charlie," she started in a warning tone.

He smiled at her. "I think you want to be caught, don't you?" he said in a teasing tone, kissing the side of her neck. "I think that you're turned on by the idea someone might see just how much you enjoy it when I fuck you speechless." He moved a hand under the waistband of her shorts. "I'll bet it gets you all kinds of excited, doesn't it?"

Hermione closed her eyes and moaned as Charlie moved his hand to her apex, brushing his fingers by her opening. "Charlie…"

He smirked and slowly slid a finger into her, moving it around and causing her to moan again. "You're already wet at the thought of what I'll do to you."

She cracked an eye open, meeting his gaze. "You talk too much." She moved her hands to the waistband of his pajama bottoms, pushing them down slightly. "You know I hate being teased."

Charlie's eyes twinkled mischievously as he removed his hand from her shorts. "Get on the table," he instructed as he moved her hands away from his pajama bottoms. At the look she gave him, he smiled. "Or I could just tease you until I have you begging me to slide my cock inside your soaking wet pussy. I know how impatient you can be."

Hermione glanced to the table briefly and then back to him. "You're just lucky that I love it when you talk dirty to me," she said as she moved the carton of ice cream to the edge of the table.

Charlie smiled. "I know." As she climbed onto the table, he couldn't resist the urge to smack her on the bum.

"Charlie!" she yelped.

He just chuckled and bent down to retrieve the dropped can of whipped cream. "Lay down on the table," he said as he approached her.

"You're going to tease me, aren't you?" she asked, glaring at him half-heartedly as she smiled.

"But of course," he replied. "You've been a naughty little minx, after all." He lifted the fabric of her tank top up, spraying whipped cream down her stomach. "Talking of having others watch as I have my way with you. Next thing I know, you'll be dragging me into an alleyway behind a restaurant somewhere to have me shag you rotten."

She had done just that when they had gone out on their first official date a couple of months ago. The poor cook who was taking out the trash received quite an eyeful before hurriedly going back inside the restaurant. Hermione had been rather mortified, but not mortified enough to avoid getting them kicked out of the cinema later that night when she decided she wanted to "finish the job".

Charlie slowly licked the whipped cream off her body, starting with the last sticky remains still on her chest. Hermione moaned as he fondled her breasts while he licked his way down her body. He knew she wasn't a big fan of foreplay, preferring to just get down to business. Still, he was determined to convert her into a fan someday.

"Do you know why I got my tongue pierced?" he asked as he pulled his head up.

"Because you wanted to?" she asked, not sounding too sure of her answer.

He smiled and joined her on the table. "Let me enlighten you," he said as he moved down her body, licking the last vestiges of whipped cream off her. He pulled her shorts down, letting them fall carelessly to the floor below. With a cheeky grin, he pushed her legs apart, and moved his head down between them.

Hermione glanced down at him. "What are-- Oh," she moaned, closing her eyes and putting her head back down on the table once more. "That's… Charlie…"

Charlie continued to move his tongue along her folds, letting the barbell in his tongue stimulate her clitoris. He reached up a hand to play with one of her nipples, squeezing and pinching it while she moaned.

"Charlie," she moaned, moving a hand to stimulate her other nipple. "Gods… I… Charlie!"

With a few more flicks of his tongue, Charlie brought her over the edge. He lapped up her juices as she came, her back arching off the table as she screamed his name. He loved it when she cried out his name.

As her body lowered back down as her climax ended, he looked up at her. "Figure it out yet?"

Hermione smiled, barely opening her eyes. "Tease."

Charlie chuckled as he climbed up her body. This time, he let her pull his pajama pants down, letting his erection spring free. His pajama pants soon found their way to the floor. "I should tease you more…"

"Don't make me hex you," Hermione said, moving a hand toward her wand on the table.

Charlie chuckled as he kissed her, letting her taste her juices that still clung to his lips. Deciding that it might be better not to tease her anymore, he positioned himself at her slick entrance. "You know you love it when I tease you."

"Shut up and get inside me," she commanded.

"You're so bossy…" he murmured, smiling. She moaned in response as he slowly buried his cock inside her. He knew she liked it hard and fast, which was why he started out slow.

"Charlie," she breathed as he thrust in and out of her. She trailed her fingers along his back, bucking her hips up against his. "Faster."

He increased the rate of his thrusts as she wrapped her legs around him. "I should fuck you until morning," he muttered as he pumped in and out of her. "Let everyone see just how wild you can be when they come down for breakfast."

"Charlie," she moaned.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" He placed butterfly kisses along the side of her neck. "You'd like to have everyone see me fucking your tight little cunt while you're screaming my name in ecstasy."

She held onto him tightly as he thrust inside her with greater intensity. "Charlie!" she cried out as her muscles tensed up around him in orgasm.

He drove himself into her hard and deep, trying to stave off his own climax for a bit longer while letting her enjoy hers. "Louder," he said, moving his body in rhythm with hers as she came off her second climax. He pinched and twisted her nipples as they moved together. "Scream my name."

He wouldn't be able to hold out much longer, and he knew it. Still, he wanted to bring her over the edge again. He slammed into her with a needing desperation, abandoning all concepts of actual rhythm in exchange for pleasure. "Come with me," he panted.

"Charlie," Hermione moaned. "Right there… Charlie…"

He thrust into her deeply, feeling her walls clench around him once more. "Can't hold off…" he said, his muscles going rigid with his impending release. As she called his name out, her climax sent him over the edge. He spilled his seed into her, murmuring her name as he did so. He slowed his thrusts as he filled her, wanting to make sure he gave her every last drop he had.

"Mmm… Charlie…" Hermione murmured as their climaxes came to an end.

Charlie rolled off her, and the carton of ice cream fell to the floor. "Shit," he swore.

Hermione chuckled. "Clumsy."

He looked over to her. He just stared at her for a few seconds before reaching over to tickle her. "What was that?"

"I give!" Hermione laughed.

Charlie chuckled as he wrapped his arm around her. His stomach growled, reminding him of why he came downstairs to begin with. "I suppose I should find something else to eat. What are you in the mood for?"

Hermione smiled as she cuddled next to him. "Maybe that shower you were talking about earlier. But I can wait."

He glanced over at her. "I meant to eat."

She smirked. "I only came downstairs because I heard you come down here. After tonight's dinner, I'm still a bit stuffed."

Charlie just looked at her for a few moments before chuckling. "Lusty little minx."

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Charlie wished that whatever spell Hermione had cast on his tongue lasted longer, as it was throbbing again once the spell wore off. Thankfully, he could talk normally with effort, but he still wasn't used to the barbell in his tongue.

As he came down to breakfast, he noticed that his mother was watching on with an odd look as Ron was putting a tablecloth on the kitchen table.

"What in the world are you doing, Ron?" Mrs. Weasley asked.

Ron looked up at her, and then glanced back at Charlie. "I'm getting tired of looking at the same old table every day," Ron said, turning back to his mother. "Maybe we should get a new one."

Charlie tilted his head in confusion, but didn't say anything as his younger brother continued to set up the tablecloth.

Once everyone had gathered at the table for breakfast, he looked over at Ron, noticing that his younger brother was avoiding his gaze. His ears seemed to be slightly pink as well. "What's this about?" Charlie whispered, making sure his mother wasn't paying attention to them.

Ron didn't say anything at first, mixing some of his bacon into his eggs instead. "I could have gone my entire life without knowing that you have a tattoo on your arse."

Charlie's eyes widened as he realized the implication. A glance to his other brothers showed that they also seemed to be aware of what had happened last night on the kitchen table as well.

Charlie sighed. Maybe it was time to find his own place.