Cadillac

Hermione couldn't sleep. She blamed Ginny for that, really. She honestly didn't know what Harry was thinking when he got Ginny a mobile phone, but Hermione had been kept up for hours by Ginny talking on the phone to him. She initially went down to the sitting room to read a book when the conversation Ginny was having with Harry turned into something that sounded suspiciously like phone sex. After reading fifteen chapters of her book, Hermione went back into the room she was sharing with Ginny. Much to her annoyance, Ginny was still talking to Harry. At least they weren't having phone sex anymore, but had started a round of 'I love you more, no, I love you more.' After five minutes of that, Hermione decided to finish her book downstairs before she vomited.

It was well past midnight when Hermione finally went back upstairs. Mercifully, Ginny was no longer talking to Harry, but was texting him. Hermione tried her best to go to sleep, but found herself unable to do so. Even long after Ginny had finally fallen asleep, Hermione laid on her bed, eyes wide open.

A glance to the clock showed it to be close to three in the morning. With a sound of annoyance, Hermione got up. She couldn't sleep, especially with how hot it was in Ginny's room. Hermione never could stand to sleep when it was too hot, and Ginny always seemed to have a heating charm on in her room at all times, even during the summer. That was why Hermione would sleep in a tank top and shorts, even in the middle of winter. If she got cold, that was what blankets were for.

Perhaps a walk outside was in order. As the weather was turning colder, Hermione put on her fuzzy bathrobe and a pair of slippers before leaving Ginny's room. She slipped out the door, making sure to be quiet so she didn't wake anyone else. Since it was Ginny's fault that Hermione couldn't sleep, she couldn't care less if she woke her up. That didn't mean the others had to suffer, though.

She quietly made her way downstairs, not making any sound. She didn't like the way her slippers made a soft clicking sound against the kitchen floor. As she passed the new kitchen table, she smiled fondly at the memory of how she and Charlie once had sex on top of the old table.

She opened the back door, quietly closing it behind her as she went outside. It didn't close completely silent, but it was quiet enough not to wake anyone.

"Shit," a male voice whispered.

Hermione glanced over, to see someone quickly extinguishing the soft orange glow of a lit cigarette. She suddenly wished that she had brought her wand with her so she could see just who it was in the darkness. Instead, she asked, "Who's there?"

"Hermione?" the voice asked. A soft light formed at the tip of his wand, and she could see it was Charlie. "Thank Merlin it's you. I was afraid that it was my mum. She'd have my hide if she caught me out here smoking."

Hermione raised an eyebrow. "And why are you out here smoking?"

He smirked. "Because I'm a naughty delinquent like that." He raised the extinguished cigarette he'd been smoking. "And before you go on about how these things will kill me, I already know."

Hermione chuckled as she sat down next to him on the back porch. "I take it your mum doesn't know you smoke."

He shook his head. "What she doesn't know won't hurt her. And I only smoke when I'm feeling particularly stressed." He paused. "I should probably find a better form of stress relief."

"What are you feeling so stressed about?" she asked him.

"Where to begin?" Charlie stood up and held his hand out to her. Hermione took it and stood up. They began to take a walk around the garden. "I'll be turning twenty-eight in December, and I'm still living at home with my parents. When I was working on the reservation in Romania, lodging was provided so I didn't have to worry about it. Everywhere I've looked to find my own place requires at least a six month history at the same employer or a three month history with stellar rental references."

Hermione held her tongue. It probably wouldn't be a good idea to point out that it was his own fault if he kept quitting his jobs after a few weeks because he found them to be too "boring". Charlie had gotten into a row with his mother earlier that evening about his job-hopping, and she was sure he didn't need to hear it again. "Er, couldn't the people back at the reservation give you references?"

"It's not enough," Charlie said. "I'd still need to show that I have a steady job. Moonlighting as a freelance model doesn't seem to count."

Hermione raised an eyebrow. "You're still posing for Playwitch?"

Charlie smirked. "That was only the one time. But they did ask me to pose for them again. No, I've been doing some clothes modeling for a catalog of Leswank's Fashions. The pay's good, but apparently it's not stable enough work to rent to me."

Hermione opted not to ask him about his finances as they continued their walk through the garden. She hadn't noticed it before, but a glance down showed that Charlie was wearing what appeared to be fuzzy bunny slippers. She couldn't help but giggle at the sight of the sexy and masculine Charlie in a pair of bunny slippers.

"What's so funny?" he asked, glancing at her.

She pointed down. "I'm sorry, but bunny slippers?" she asked, mirth evident in her voice.

He smirked. "You have a problem with Blinky and Twinky?"

Hermione laughed harder at the idea of him naming his bunny slippers. "What else have you named?" she asked, unable to resist.

Charlie smiled widely. "Is your mind in the gutter again, you insatiable wench, you?"

"It is now," she said, smiling playfully.

Charlie laughed. "Yes, I do have a name for that particular anatomical feature. But no, I'm not telling you."

"Meanie," Hermione said. "Aren't you cold, though?" she asked, referring to how he was only wearing pajama pants and bunny slippers.

He nodded. "A bit. Wasn't really expecting to spend any more than five or ten minutes out here." As they were about to pass by his father's garage, Charlie stopped. "It's warmer inside. Shall we go in?" he asked, pushing the door open.

"Are we allowed?" Hermione asked, unsure as to whether Mr. Weasley would appreciate them going into his garage in the middle of the night.

Charlie smiled. "Does it matter?" he asked, leading the way inside. As his wand was providing their only source of light, Hermione followed him inside. It was too dark to try to stumble her way back to the Burrow on her own. While she had no problem walking through the house in the dark, walking outside might be trickier. Besides, she was feeling a bit on the cold side as well, and wasn't about to say no to her lover.

Inside the garage, Hermione could see that there was what appeared to be a Cadillac parked. Its hood was up, and there were various engine parts and tools strewn around it. She supposed that Mr. Weasley was working on "fixing" it, much like he had fixed his Ford Anglia years ago. As far as Hermione knew, it was still roaming the Forbidden Forest at Hogwarts.

"What are you doing?" Hermione asked as Charlie opened one of the car doors.

He smirked at her. "I'm cold. My nipples are rock hard, see?" He lowered his wand to illuminate his chest better. His nipple rings shone in the light, and the dragon he had tattooed on his left pectoral lazily cracked open an eye at the light before settling back asleep.

Hermione chuckled and walked over to him. She raised her hands to rub his chest. "I should warm you up then, shouldn't I?" She flicked a thumb against one of his nipples. "I see what you mean about your nipples. Maybe this will help." She bent down to take one of his nipples into her mouth, sucking on it and rolling her tongue around it.

Charlie closed his eyes and placed his hands around her waist, pulling her closer to him. "You're going to be the death of me, woman," he murmured.

Hermione chuckled against him. Not wanting to leave out his other nipple, she moved her head to give it the same attention she had given the previous one. She fondled the ring of his nipple her mouth wasn't occupied with.

Charlie moaned, moving one of his hands in front of her to untie the sash holding her bathrobe closed. "I want you," he whispered as he moved his hands under her robe, trying to slide it off her. "I want to bury my cock into your tight little cunt. I want you to scream my name as I bring you over the edge."

Hermione let her bathrobe drop to the floor, and moved up his body to bring him into a passion-filled kiss. Her tongue slid against his, and she could feel the barbell of his tongue piercing. She never did have the patience for foreplay, but she loved it when he used his talented tongue on her. She moved her hands down to the waistband of his pajamas. "I want you in me," she murmured against his lips, pushing his pajama pants down. After kicking off his slippers, Charlie stepped out of his pants. Hermione lowered a hand to stroke his erection.

"Too cold out here," he said. He gestured to the car. "Inside." He pulled her into another kiss, pulling down her shorts as he slowly backed them to the car.

Hermione wasn't quite sure how well it was going to work, even with the seat pushed back all the way. Still, being with Charlie taught her that being adventurous could be quite fun, and she trusted that he knew what he was doing. As Charlie got inside and leaned back in the seat, she could see that there just might be enough room for both of them behind the steering wheel.

She climbed on top of Charlie, closing the door behind her. They had more room than she thought they would. Then again, there was the possibility that Mr. Weasley had already made some enhancements to the car. And Cadillacs were notoriously spacious.

Straddling him, Hermione lowered herself down onto Charlie, moaning at the feeling of his large member filling her. She rocked her hips, setting the pace as they moved together.

Charlie wrapped his arms around her, bringing her closer to him. "You love this, don't you?" he asked, thrusting into her deeply. "You love being on top, riding me."

"Charlie," she moaned as he sped up the speed of his thrusts. She had to admit that she did love the sensation of being on top of him, feeling how deeply he could penetrate her with his large cock. She clung onto his shoulders as she moved with him. She was vaguely aware that her back would occasionally hit the steering wheel as she rocked back, but wasn't concerned about that. Feeling Charlie within her was just too good.

He continued to pump in and out of her. "You really are a naughty little minx. You love to do all sorts of naughty things."

She could only moan in response as she felt her climax building. She placed soft kisses on his neck, making sure to give extra attention to the spot where his neck and shoulder met because she knew that it drove him wild when she kissed him there.

Charlie moaned as he increased the speed of his thrusts. "You want me to go over the edge, don't you?"

"Yes," she breathed.

He held onto her tightly as he slammed into her hard and deep. "You love it when I fill you, don't you?"

Hermione moaned. She was very close now. She nipped lightly at the crook of his neck as she felt her inner walls clench around him. "Charlie!" she cried out. Charlie grunted as he came inside her, unable to bear it any longer. She arched back in ecstasy as he filled her with his seed, her muscles tightening around him as she came to her own climax.

Perhaps she had arched back too much, as the car horn blared as she leaned back against it. In the silence of the middle of the night, the sound was incredibly jarring. She swore and quickly moved forward against him, relieving the pressure against the horn. That had certainly been a mood killer. And she'd been having a rather enjoyable orgasm, too.

She opened her eyes and looked at Charlie. After looking at one another for a few seconds, both of them cracked up laughing.

"We have to get out of here," he said, stating the obvious.

She nodded. "I don't think we'll be doing it in your dad's car any more," she said, laughing.

Charlie glanced over at the car door. "Our pants are outside in the garage, you know."

Hermione reached over to open the door. She got off him, wishing that she could experience the sensation of feeling him inside her for a bit longer, but knowing that probably wasn't the best idea as someone was certain to investigate why the car horn had gone off at three in the morning.

Getting out of the car, she looked on the ground to find the shorts she slept in. She tossed Charlie his pajama bottoms as he began to climb out of the car.

"You know," Charlie said thoughtfully as he put his pants back on, "I think we were better off being noisy in the loo." He grabbed his still lit wand on the ground. "Where'd my slippers go?"

Hermione snorted as she found her shorts. "You're such an exhibitionist."

He raised an eyebrow. "I seem to recall that you were the one who wanted me to take you on top of the pool table in that one pub."

Hermione blushed as she quickly put her shorts on. "I was drinking."

Charlie chuckled as he found one of his slippers. "You were drinking soda. So don't even try to claim you were drunk."

Hermione turned brighter red. "It might have been spiked with rum." She began to search for her robe.

Charlie laughed. "Whatever you say." He walked over to her and placed his arms around her. "I know just how wanton you can be when you let loose. It drives me wild." He kissed her deeply, pulling her against him.

She moaned into his mouth, kissing him hungrily as she abandoned her quest to find her bathrobe. She wanted to finish what they had started, and ground her hips against his to make sure he knew that.

The garage door opened, and they quickly broke apart. Mr. Weasley stood in the doorway, holding his wand at the ready. He lowered it at the sight of the two. Hermione became very conscious of the fact that they looked rather disheveled, like they had just been shagging. Which they had been. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed where her bathrobe had fallen to the floor.

Mr. Weasley glanced between them. "Er, what are you doing in the garage?" he asked, looking rather uncomfortable for having interrupted something.

"Couldn't sleep," Charlie said, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. Even though Charlie's siblings knew that they were shagging one another regularly, his parents did not. Sure, they knew he and Hermione were dating, but not that they were sleeping together.

Mr. Weasley nodded. "Right." He glanced to the car, where the windows were looking rather steamed up. "So, er, Molly doesn't know about this, does she?"

Hermione wished that she could crawl into some sort of hole. Instead, she put on her bathrobe. To her mortification, she realized that she had put her shorts on backwards and inside out. She could see the tag displayed in front, sticking out like it was blowing her the raspberry.

"You know what mum's like," Charlie said.

"I'll, er… I'll just be heading back," Mr. Weasley said awkwardly, gesturing to the door. He turned away from them and walked back outside. As he left, they could hear him call back to the house, "It's alright, Molly. It was just a couple of garden gnomes. I'll have the boys do a de-gnoming tomorrow."

Hermione hid her bright red face behind a hand, embarrassed at having been found out like that.

Charlie turned to her. "It sounds like we have a few more minutes. Shall we continue where we left off?"

Hermione looked up at him. "I thought there was a charm on your parents' door to prevent them from hearing things like this."

Charlie shrugged. "It's on their door, not their window. They can still hear stuff outside."

Hermione sighed. "Three months and a good rental reference, right?"

Charlie smiled. "And just what are you suggesting?"

"I haven't saved quite enough yet to move out on my own, but I've been working at the same job for the last five months, and I'm sure I can get a good rental reference from someone," Hermione said. "I could convince Harry to claim that I was renting a room at Grimmauld Place from him. He'd provide a reference."

Charlie chuckled, pulling her back to him. "You're such a naughty girl. I love it."

She smiled and flicked a finger against one of his nipple piercings. "Says the man who got piercings for sexual purposes."

He smirked. "What can I say? I'm rather naughty, too."

Hermione leaned against him, kissing him. She'd have to figure out how to properly punish him. Later.