Presents

Hermione glanced over at Charlie as he unwrapped his Christmas gift from her. She supposed she could have given it to him in private, but part of her wanted to see the look on his face when he unwrapped such an unorthodox gift in front of the rest of his family.

Sure enough, the look on his face was priceless. He stared at her gift in shock for a few seconds before Ron turned to him.

"Is that a whip?" Ron asked as he saw what Charlie received. Hermione pointedly looked away at that point, her eyes gleaming devilishly. She didn't have to look at Charlie to know that he was blushing slightly. Ron glanced over to her, and then shook his head. "I don't want to know."

Charlie looked over to Hermione. She was still trying to avoid looking in his direction, but at his continued gaze, she turned to him. "Insatiable minx," he mouthed at her, making sure his mother wasn't looking their way. Hermione smirked at him, and went back to unwrap her own presents. She was aware that Charlie was still watching her as she picked up the present he had given her.

She could tell from the size of the package that it was a book of some sort. She was a bit disappointed, as practically everyone assumed that because she liked to read, she must enjoy receiving books as gifts. Part of her had been hoping for a pair of handcuffs. Of course, she never would voice such a wish out loud.

She unwrapped the present, her face turning red as she realized just what the book she received was. The Illustrated Magical Kama Sutra was an infamous tome of tantric magic, detailing various sexual positions and techniques. She had heard of it -- it was legendary, as was its Muggle equivalent -- but would never dare to be caught reading such a book.

"Another book?" Ginny asked as she leaned over to read the title. Hermione hurriedly tried to cover the title up with some of the wrapping paper, but Ginny was having none of that. She moved Hermione's hand aside to read the title, and then glanced to Charlie, who was smirking with self-satisfaction. Ginny made a face. "Like you need more reason to go at it like rabbits with my brother."

Hermione turned to her, making sure to cover the book so nobody else could see the title. "Keep your voice down," she hissed, glancing to Mrs. Weasley nervously.

Of everyone in the Weasley clan, Mrs. Weasley was the only one who didn't seem to know that Hermione and Charlie were shagging on a quite frequent basis. There had been several times when they'd been overheard or caught in the act by various members of the Weasley family. Even Mr. Weasley seemed to be aware that something had happened in the Cadillac parked in the garage. Of course, that been because Hermione had leaned against the horn while having an orgasm, causing the horn to blare loudly. At three in the morning. And apparently, the silencing charm on Mr. and Mrs. Weasley's door did not extend to their bedroom window.

That was beside the point. Hermione turned back to Ginny. "For your information, we do not 'go at it like rabbits'. We--"

"I don't want to hear it," Ginny interrupted, shaking her head. She turned back to her own pile of presents, muttering something about asking to move in with Harry and not having to deal with Hermione and Charlie's overactive sex life.

Hermione stuck her tongue out at Ginny. She hardly considered her sex life to be overactive. Sure, she and Charlie had been shagging on an almost nightly basis for the last six months, but that was hardly 'overactive'. And Ginny had no right to complain, since it was her fascination with Playwitch magazine that had resulted in Hermione realizing just how amazingly sexy Charlie was and fantasizing about him late at night while wanking in the loo. Hermione was very glad that he had a similar problem, and that they had "helped" one another out.

After everyone finished unwrapping their presents, Charlie joined Hermione on one of the couches in the sitting room. Hermione was well aware that the rest of the Weasley clan remained behind in the sitting room, cooing over Bill and Fleur's seven-month-old daughter Victoire or breaking into conversation on whether a giant or troll would win in a fight. Hermione silently agreed with Percy that club or not, there was no way that a troll could beat a giant in a fight. Still, George tried to make a good case about why a troll would win, most of which involved copious amounts of snot.

Hermione curled up against Charlie as he held her in his arms. "I wonder if it would be safe to sneak upstairs," she mused out loud, smiling slightly.

Charlie chuckled. "I have a better idea, but you'll have to wait." He raised one of his hands to gently cup her breast over her jumper. "But then, I forgot just how naughty you can be sometimes." He bent his head to kiss the side of her neck.

Hermione closed her eyes. "Charlie, your entire family is in the room."

"I'm not doing anything indecent," he said, pulling her closer to him with one arm as he continued to fondle her breast with his other hand.

Hermione opened her eyes as someone cleared their throat loudly. George was shooting a disgusted look their way. Hermione blushed and swatted at Charlie's hand on her breast. "Later," she said to him.

Charlie chuckled. "Yes, I suppose it would be best not to tire you out before I give you your real present," he said.

Hermione smiled back at him. "I look forward to it. Am I on the naughty list this year?"

Charlie smiled. "Very naughty," he replied, kissing her. After receiving a few more glares from his brothers, as well as a few comments to 'get a room', they broke apart. Hermione smiled as she snuggled next to him contently.

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"I don't see how this blindfold is necessary," Hermione said as she held on to Charlie's arm. After Christmas dinner, he made his excuses to his family, and then put a blindfold on her and Apparated them somewhere. She had no idea where they were, but let him lead her as they walked somewhere. If the background noise was any indication, they weren't in the wilderness. She could hear the buzz of people around, which led her to believe that they were in some sort of city. Wherever they might be, she trusted him not to take her anywhere strange.

"Trust me, it's very necessary," Charlie said. "And maybe if you promise to be especially naughty later, I'll let you put it on me."

Snow crunched under their feet as they continued to walk. "Did you bring the whip?" she asked, smiling slightly.

Charlie chuckled. "Rather impatient to test it out, aren't you?"

"Patience was never my strong suit," Hermione replied, smirking.

Charlie laughed, and then placed a hand on her arm to indicate for her to stop. "Since we're almost here, I suppose I should take the blindfold off you. For now."

Hermione smirked. "Just you wait…" she said in a teasing tone.

"Promises, promises," he said, reaching behind her head to remove the blindfold. "Are you ready?"

Hermione nodded slightly as he took off her blindfold. She opened her eyes, seeing that they stood in front of a tall brick building with many windows. "Where are we?"

"We're a few blocks away from Diagon Alley," Charlie said. "Renting a flat in Muggle London just seemed a bit easier. Percy had connections, and was more than willing to vouch for us. He seemed rather eager to get us out of the house, really."

Hermione turned to him. "You found a place?"

Charlie nodded and smiled. "It's not much, but if you want, we can move in anytime. Shall we go in?"

Hermione threw her arms around him, kissing him. If it weren't for the fact that it was cold outside, and there were people around, she might have insisted on taking him right then and there. Instead, she suggested that they go inside.

Entering the building, they took the lift and walked down the hall until they found 4-F, their new home. The flat itself was devoid of furniture, but that was to be expected. Charlie explained that the flats came unfurnished, but that just meant they could make theirs seem more 'home'-like. Hermione was surprised to see that the living room had a fireplace in it, even though no fire was going at the time.

Charlie walked over to the fireplace, and with a flick of his wand, a fire came to life in it. "We'll obviously need some sort of good shag rug in here. Maybe something like sheepskin. Warm and soft."

Hermione rolled her eyes, smiling. "I wish you'd told me that you found a place sooner."

He smiled. "That would've spoiled the surprise." He walked over to her, wrapping his arms around her. "Close your eyes."

Hermione obeyed, closing her eyes as he drew her into a kiss. She placed her arms around him, running one hand through his hair, and dropping one hand to grope his firm arse. She felt Charlie reach a hand back to touch her hand. She gave his arse a pinch for good measure.

Charlie made a surprised noise and jumped back. "Naughty little vixen," he murmured. "And keep your eyes closed."

Hermione gave him a quizzical look and closed her eyes again. Charlie took one of her hands in his, and then dropped something into her hand. She opened her eyes to look at the object quizzically, and then her eyes widened as she realized what it was. She looked back up at him. "Charlie…"

He smiled. "I told you I play for keeps."

Hermione grinned widely as she threw her arms around him, kissing him passionately once more. She pressed her body against him, grinding against him. She wanted him to take her right there on the floor, carpet or no carpet.

"Is that a yes?" he asked, pulling back slightly.

"Yes," she whispered, putting the ring on before kissing him once more. They had never really talked about the seriousness of their relationship, preferring to leave some things unspoken. Hermione liked to view it as serious, but had no idea he had thought of what they had as serious enough to buy an engagement ring. She pulled on the jumper he wore, trying to pull it off him.

Charlie chuckled. "Impatient, aren't you?" he moved back slightly to allow for the removal of his jumper. "Tell me something, though." He reached down to his side, where he had secured the whip to his belt. "Which one of us did you intend to be the one to use this?"

Hermione blushed. She hadn't really thought of that. Giving him a whip just seemed to be one of those fun and kinky things she was curious to try. "I…" She shook her head, not knowing what to say. She hated admitting that she didn't know something.

He smirked at her as he let the whip uncurl in his hand. "I'm all up for the fun experiments, but for future reference, I'm more a masochist than a sadist. I'm not too terribly into the whole 'pain' thing, but I'm willing to experiment. Bondage is fun, though, and I can go either way. But you haven't discovered your preference, have you?"

Hermione shook her head as she glanced to the whip in his hand. "Maybe you could help me figure it out later."

Charlie smiled as he reached over to lift her jumper over her head. Before unbuttoning the blouse she wore underneath it, he paused to kiss her. Hermione leaned into his kiss, pressing her body against his. She moved a hand down to unfasten his pants and take his length into her hand. Patience was never her strong suit.

Charlie closed his eyes as she stroked him to attention. "Shall I show you how to use a whip?" he murmured as he pulled Hermione's blouse off.

"Later," she said, waving her wand to remove the rest of their clothes, which scattered around the room. "Want you now."

Charlie didn't need to be told twice. He let the whip fall to the ground, and gently laid her down on the floor before climbing on top of her. They could always break in the whip later. Right now, they had a living room floor to break in.

"Charlie," she moaned as he slid inside her. She loved the feeling of having him inside her.

"I love you," Charlie murmured before capturing her lips with his once more. He began to thrust inside her, teasing her with his slow movements. Hermione trailed her hands along the scars on his back as he moved inside her. She moaned as he moved a hand between them, teasing her sensitive nub with his rough and calloused fingers.

"Scream for me," he said, lightly kissing the side of her neck. "The walls are thin here."

Hermione moaned as a wave of pleasure washed over her. He knew just how to touch her in all the right ways. The kisses he was placing on her neck turned into light nips, and soon he was sucking at her neck in just the right way she liked that would leave a mark. The pressure she felt within her began to swell, and she knew her climax was near.

"Harder, Charlie," she moaned, rocking her hips in rhythm with his. He plunged into her with greater depth and need, and soon she found herself going over the edge, crying out his name as she came.

"I think you like to be dominated," Charlie murmured as he increased the intensity of his thrusts, lightly pinching and teasing her clitoris as he did. "You like the idea of surrendering your control and letting the naughty girl out to play."

"Charlie," Hermione moaned, raking her fingers along his back.

Charlie groaned as he plunged into her deeply. "Or maybe the naughty girl in you wants to take control, doing whatever sinful things your dirty mind desires."

She mewled with pleasure as he continued to thrust inside her. She could feel the pressure building again.

"I won't hold out long," he murmured, slamming into her hard and fast. "But you want me to fill you. To feel my juices mix with yours and run down your leg afterward. Don't you?"

"Yes," Hermione moaned as her muscled clenched around him. She screamed his name as she came around him, sending him over the edge. She clung to him as he spilled his seed inside her, calling out her name. Her breathing was ragged as he pumped inside her slowly, filling her with his hot man juices.

"Charlie…" she whimpered as he withdrew from her, rolling off her. She wished he could stay inside her for just a bit longer.

He smiled. "Shall we stay here tonight?"

"Will we be missed?" she asked.

"I could Floo my family and let them know we're staying the night," Charlie replied, gesturing in the general vicinity of the fireplace. "Maybe I could take you out for breakfast tomorrow, unless you want to go back there for breakfast."

Hermione smiled as she sat up. "We'll need blankets, at least."

Charlie nodded as he sat up as well. "Probably."

"I suppose we should get dressed and Floo back," Hermione said, glancing over to the fireplace. Her eyes widened as she saw a basket full of fruit and wrapped up leftovers in front of the fireplace. "That… wasn't there before, was it?"

Charlie shook his head mutely.

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Hermione dreaded to think of who might have sent them a gift basket. She especially dreaded to face any members of the Weasley family, as she suspected that one of them might have done so. If it was, she could only hope that it was one of Charlie's siblings that had delivered the gift basket, as the alternative was far too mortifying to think about.

It took plenty of convincing for Charlie to get her to agree to go back with him to the Burrow. She supposed that he was right when he told her that they needed to get blankets, as well as a few changes of clothes until they could properly pack their belongings and move into their new flat. It didn't make facing them any easier, though.

When they arrived at the Burrow, they found Mrs. Weasley in the sitting room, looking through a few skeins of yarn. She didn't even glance up at them as they entered the room.

"Do you think that yellow is a nice neutral color, or should I go with a pastel green?" she asked them.

"Er, for what?" Charlie asked.

She looked up at them. "For when little Victoire has a cousin to play with, of course. I'm thinking green, as it goes much better with red hair than yellow."

Hermione glanced to Charlie, who shrugged.

Charlie turned back to his mother. "Is Ginny up the duff?" he asked.

Mrs. Weasley gave him a scandalized look. "Of course not! My baby is only nineteen! Engaged or not, I'm certain that she's never engaged in any such activities with Harry!"

Hermione tried her best not to snort at that. Ginny had the unfortunate habit of revealing far too much information at times. Thanks to Ginny, Hermione knew details about Harry that she wished she hadn't, like how he had once tested a product of George's and had pink pubic hair for a week afterwards, and how he had a habit of swearing profusely when having an orgasm.

Mrs. Weasley turned back to her yarn. "Yes, I'll go with the sea green, I think." She reached for her knitting needles. "As much as I would prefer not to have a grandchild born out of wedlock, I suppose that so long as things are made official before the baby's born, I could deal with that."

Hermione exchanged a glance with Charlie, who shrugged. "If Ginny's not pregnant, then who's having a baby?" Hermione asked.

"A mother likes to believe that the only time when her children engage in such activities is for procreation purposes," Mrs. Weasley said.

Having a really bad feeling about things, Hermione slowly made her way to the staircase. "Er…"

"And Charlie?" Mrs. Weasley asked. "When you do not wish for anyone to visit or call by Floo, there's normally a small knob you turn to temporarily disconnect yourself from the Floo network."

Hermione wondered if it was possible to die from embarrassment. She'd have to look into it later.