Office Skills

Hermione raised an eyebrow as she stood in front of Charlie's desk. It was obvious he was asleep, even though he wore a pair of glasses from his brother George's joke shop that were charmed to give the illusion that the wearer's eyes were open and alert. That was the idea behind them, at least. It didn't have quite the intended effect, as the glasses were slightly askew on Charlie's face, making it appear as though he had an eyeball in the middle of his cheek.

Hermione shook her head and chuckled. She knew Charlie absolutely hated working a desk job. Then again, she supposed she couldn't blame him. After the excitement of working with dragons for most of his adult life, there weren't many occupations that were exciting enough to compare. He really was trying, though.

Hermione discovered that she was pregnant just a few days before Harry and Ginny's wedding. While she hadn't planned on Charlie finding out the way he did -- a forced admission after Bill started cracking jokes about the pond on the Weasleys' property -- he had been determined to hold down a "real" job since then. Before then he'd just been going from job to job, getting the bulk of his income through freelance modeling.

Charlie told her that he didn't want to play the job-hopping game anymore. He recognized that stability was important to Hermione, and wanted to provide for her and their child. So for the past two months, he was determined to hold down a job in the Department of Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures where Hermione also worked. She was flattered at his determination, knowing that he hated working there, but remained for the sake of her and their unborn child.

She was three a half months along now, and had a renewed appreciation for being a witch. While she wasn't the size of a small house yet, she already needed to cast expanding charms on her clothes to accommodate her expanding waistline. It was far preferable to buying an entire new wardrobe that would need to be replaced as she got even bigger, and then replaced again after their child was born.

Hermione supposed she was one of the lucky ones in terms of her pregnancy. She'd been able to coast through most of the first trimester with minimal morning sickness, and potions specifically designed for helping with morning sickness easily quelled what nausea she did feel. She'd also been enjoying an increased sex drive, and she knew Charlie had been enjoying that as well. In fact, that might be part of the reason why he was currently sleeping at his desk. She had kept him up half the night, and then gave him a much better wake up call than any alarm clock could provide.

Hermione smiled at the sight of Charlie snoozing at his desk. She supposed it would be better for her to wake him up than to let his boss come by and find him asleep. In her bossiest tone, she barked, "Weasley! I told you I wanted your report on my desk fifteen minutes ago!"

Charlie's head immediately perked up. "Sir! I'm right on it, sir!" he said as he fumbled with taking off the joke glasses. He blinked the sleep out of his eyes and looked up at Hermione, who was laughing. "I don't owe you a report, do I?"

Hermione smirked. "Well, you owe me one on the mating habits of former dragon keepers, but I think I'd be willing to accept a demonstration instead."

Charlie chuckled as she walked over and straddled his lap. "You're absolutely insatiable, you know that?"

Hermione smiled as he wrapped his arms around her. "You know you love it," she murmured before kissing the side of his neck.

"No complaints here," Charlie said.

Hermione was glad that Charlie had his own little office, as small as it was. Then again, part of the reason why he had his own office was because his co-workers didn't want to deal with him whining about how boring his job was. It worked out quite nicely for Hermione, though, as it meant she could pay him a visit in his office during her lunch break.

Charlie's eyes fluttered closed as she continued to kiss him gently along his neck. He moved his hands along her back. "I'm sure what you have in mind isn't workplace appropriate," he muttered.

Hermione smirked as she worked on removing his tie. "Probably not." She moved the tie up to his face, tying it around his eyes. "I believe that you mentioned something about blindfolds before."

Charlie smiled. "I might have."

Hermione smiled as she kissed him. She had made sure not to bother with wearing any knickers under her skirt that day. She lowered her hands to unzip his pants, hoping that he had forgone boxers that day. Pushing open the fly of his pants, she could see he hadn't.

Hermione paused and pulled back a bit. "Are those… Hello Kitty boxers?"

Charlie smirked. "Why yes they are," he said proudly. "I had a feeling that you would want me to say hello to your kitty sometime today."

Hermione chuckled and kissed the side of his neck the way she knew drove him wild. Charlie moaned as he held her in his strong arms. Hermione wiggled in his lap, reveling in the way he grew hard beneath her. She moved one of her hands down to massage his hardening cock beneath the fabric of his boxers. She tried to ignore the fact that his boxers were pink and had cutesy cartoon characters on them. Laughing while undressing him would be a definite mood killer. She swore that he deliberately wore things like that to get a reaction from her. In a way, it worked. The sight of the ruggedly handsome Charlie wearing something cutesy was a turn-on. Of course, the sight of the ruggedly handsome Charlie wearing nothing at all was quite a turn-on as well.

"I'm not wearing any knickers today," Hermione whispered into his neck.

Charlie moaned. "Lusty little minx. You planned this." He moved a hand down her back to cup her bum, massaging her flesh. "You're probably planning to seduce me in one of the lifts after work, too, aren't you? You want all our co-workers to see just how wild you are. Or maybe you plan on doing a striptease for me in the atrium."

Hermione pushed down the fabric of his pants and boxers as best as she could, letting his erection break free of their confines. "Behave, or else I'll be forced to use the whip on you when we get home."

Charlie smirked. "And what incentive does that give me to behave?"

Hermione lifted herself up slightly, hiking up her skirt and positioning herself above him. "Because I would also handcuff you to the bed, and I lost the key." She moaned as she lowered herself back down on his lap, his hardened cock penetrating her entrance.

"Naughty little witch," Charlie muttered as he held her sides, thrusting inside of her.

Hermione smiled as she rocked with him. She nibbled and sucked at the side of his neck, eliciting a few moans from him. He pulled her closer to him, building a slow rhythm with her as he thrust inside her deeply.

"You want me to shove everything off my desk and take you there, don't you?" Charlie murmured as he slowly sped up the speed of his thrusts. "Does knowing that anyone can look through the window on the door and see us get you all excited?"

Hermione moaned as the intensity of his thrusts increased. "Charlie…"

"There's no silencing charm on the door," he murmured, running his hands along her back. "Feel free to be as loud as you want."

She could feel the pressure of her climax building within her. She nipped at the crook of his neck, wanting him to go over the edge with her. "Harder, Charlie…"

He slammed into her hard and fast, holding onto her to keep her close to him. "Scream my name, love. Let everyone know you're here."

Hermione's breath caught as the pleasure she felt intensified. Stars exploded behind her eyelids, and she cried out his name as she hit her climax. Charlie's thrusts continued in a slower, steady pace as he came to his climax, pumping his hot seed into her.

Hermione clung onto him as she slowly came down from her climax. "I love you," she whispered into his neck, kissing him gently.

"I'd hope so," he replied cheekily, his breath a bit heavy with exertion. He smirked. "I'd be a bit worried if you didn't, since you agreed to marry me and you're carrying my child and all."

Hermione smiled as she kissed him. "Impertinent man."

Charlie chuckled. "I think you mean 'cheeky rogue'."

Before Hermione could reply, someone cleared their throat loudly from behind her. Her eyes widened in horror, and she looked over her shoulder towards the door.

"If the two of you are quite done," her friend Harry said from the doorway, averting his gaze by staring at the ceiling, "the Auror office still needs that report on Lethifold sightings." He paused. "Also, your boss wants to see you, Charlie."

Charlie raised a hand to remove the makeshift blindfold as Hermione got off his lap, straightening her skirt. Charlie cleared his throat. "Er, I know what you're thinking, Harry--"

"I doubt it," Harry interrupted, still not looking at them.

Charlie zipped up his pants. "There is a very good explanation for this."

Harry nodded. "I'm sure there is, but I don't really care. Watching Voldemort's corpse hula dance while wearing a pink tutu and feather boa might be a bit less disturbing than walking in on the pair of you. I don't know how your family deals with it all the time."

Hermione just shook her head silently, hiding her red face behind a hand.

Charlie shrugged. "Desensitization from a young age. There was never any privacy in the Burrow, and my parents didn't stay in their room all the time. Us older kids are more used to it, though. Bill swears that the twins were conceived on the staircase between the second and third floor."

"That was far more than I needed to know," Harry deadpanned, turning to the door. "Now I know how Ron felt all those months ago when he walked in on you two on the kitchen table. Why he felt the need to regale the story to everyone else who would listen I'll never know," he muttered as he walked out of Charlie's office.

Hermione looked to Charlie after Harry left. "Shall we head to my office? There's no window on my door, and it locks."

Charlie glanced to her. "You are insatiable, aren't you?"

Hermione smiled. "I blame pregnancy hormones."

He raised an eyebrow. "So how do you explain how you couldn't keep your hands off me before you were pregnant?"

She shrugged. "Your irresistible dead sexiness," she muttered before kissing him.

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Hermione walked into the storefront of Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, hoping that she timed things right for Charlie to be on his lunch break, or close enough to it. A week ago, he was fired from his job at the Ministry of Magic for 'improper conduct' and overall poor job performance. His boss had walked by at a rather inopportune moment. Hermione had been severely reprimanded, but as her work had been top notch, she was allowed to keep her job. She had a feeling that Charlie would have quit at some point, anyway. A desk job was not suitable for the adventurous Charlie.

Charlie begged his brother George to hire him at the shop, since he was running low on job options and wanted to find stable employment. Hermione hoped that this job would work out for him, as things were never boring at the joke shop. Upon crossing the threshold, she felt a stream of some sort of liquid dump down on her, and found that her skin turned purple. Surprisingly, the color of her clothes and hair remained unchanged.

Hermione growled with annoyance. "Dammit, George," she muttered under her breath as she walked up to the counter, where Charlie was handing an orange-skinned customer their change. Charlie's skin appeared to be green, clashing horribly with his bright red hair and the god-awful magenta robes that made up the uniform of the joke shop.

He smiled as he saw her approached. "Thank you for spending your hard-earned money on useless crap you don't need," he told the customer. "Please come back soon so we can give you the antidote."

Hermione chuckled as the customer walked off. "Does George know you're saying things like that to the customers?" she asked.

He slapped a hand to his forehead. "I knew I forgot something. We're also told to make allusions to how our boss will beat us with a fish if they don't spend more money here. Play for sympathy, you know?"

Hermione nodded, laughing. "When's your break?" she asked.

Charlie glanced around the shop, where customers browsed the shelves and other employees were assisting the customers. The shop was doing quite well, and George had recently gone on a hiring spree. "Er, I could probably wrangle one now," he said, abandoning his post at the counter. He held out his wand and a small violet ball flew out of it, exploding into sparks and making a ringing sound by the closest employee.

Hermione raised an eyebrow as Charlie led her towards a door marked 'Employees Only'. She had never heard of a spell like that before, let alone seen one like it. She figured that it was something used to gain the attention of other employees so one could go on break, so didn't ask about it. "So how're things working out here so far?" she asked tentatively. Charlie had just started working at the joke shop the previous day.

Charlie shrugged. "I haven't decided yet. Better than some jobs I've had." He led her into a small hallway, where there were a few doors on either side, and a staircase at the very end. Strangely enough, the staircase looked to be blocked off with yellow tape that read 'Police Line, Do Not Cross'.

"George thinks that'll keep curious employees from going up to get to the flat," Charlie said in response to Hermione's questioning look. "Personally, I think the hex he's set up to conjure a giant floating eyeball singing some Muggle song about watching every breath you take is a bit more of a deterrent. More disturbing, at least."

Hermione chuckled as he pushed open one of the doors along the hallway. "So where do all the doors lead?"

He smiled as he led her into a room full of boxes that were piled high, some reaching the ceiling. Hermione wasn't sure what was lighting the room, as she couldn't see any torches or lighting fixtures, but that meant relatively little when magic was involved. The room wasn't very well lit, but it wasn't completely dark as a windowless room should be.

"Well, we've obviously found the storage room," Charlie said. "There's also the employees' lounge and loo, and naturally George's lab. I wouldn't recommend going in there, though, as it has a very peculiar odor to it." He closed the door behind them, and turned to her, smiling. "You're looking a rather fetching shade of purple today."

Hermione rolled her eyes, but smirked. "You're glowing. Did you know that?"

Charlie glanced down at himself. "I am?" He brought a hand in front of him. He was glowing faintly. "So I am." He smiled. "So are you, though."

Hermione shrugged that off. It didn't surprise her in the least. She placed her hands on his shoulders, bringing him down to kiss her.

Charlie smiled against her, wrapping his strong arms around her. Not breaking the kiss, he led her further into the storage room, past rows of boxes.

Hermione moaned against him as she ended up against a wall, wedged between stacks of boxes. She wondered why there was a break between the stacks, but didn't question it. All that mattered was the feel of Charlie against her. She moved her tongue along his, lightly pushing against the barbell in his tongue.

Charlie pulled back from her. "That tickles, you know," he said.

Hermione smiled wickedly. "Does it now? Good to know."

His eyes gleamed. "I hope you're not trying to challenge me to a tickle fight," he said as he moved his hands to her sides. He wriggled his fingers against her, causing her to laugh out as he tickled her. "You're more ticklish than I am."

"I give," Hermione breathed out between laughs.

Charlie stopped tickling her and bent down, placing his hands on her abdomen. "I hope you're asleep there, kid," he said to the growing bump of her belly, smiling. "Your mummy is a naughty girl, and I think she plans to do very naughty things with your daddy."

Hermione mock-glared at him. "She can't hear you just yet."

"Sure he can," Charlie said as he straightened up. "He knows how his mummy came to daddy's workplace to seduce him in the back room."

Hermione rolled her eyes as she wrapped her arms around him again. "She does not know any such thing. And how do you know I just didn't stop by to say 'hi' or take you out to lunch?"

"Because I know you," Charlie said matter-of-factly. "And he probably suspects something, at least. You said he was moving around last night when we were showering together."

During the prenatal visit Hermione had gone to a couple of days ago, the Healer told them that it was possible to determine the gender of their child. They declined, preferring to keep it a surprise. Since the beginning, Charlie had been insisting that they were having a boy, while Hermione claimed they were having a girl. Neither wanted the debate to end just yet.

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Whatever you say, Charlie," she muttered as she brushed her lips against his. "And she's a girl," she said before kissing him.

Charlie pressed against her, slipping his hand down between her legs and under her skirt. He slowly moved his hand up her bare thigh, teasing her with his feather soft touches that just barely avoided the heat of her center. "Boy," he murmured before deepening the kiss.

Hermione moaned as he entered one of his pleasantly rough fingers into her folds, moving it around expertly. She wanted to feel him inside her, but first she had to let him know not to argue with her. With an impish smile playing at her lips, she let her tongue move along his, prodding at the barbell in his tongue in the way he described as 'ticklish'. At the same time, she moved one of her hands behind his neck, lightly trailing a finger along the base of his hairline. She knew he was extremely ticklish there.

Charlie made a whimpering sound in his throat, squirming under her touch. "Hermione!" he called out as he pulled away from her. "Uncalled for! You know I'll win any tickle war that you start!"

Hermione smiled mischievously. "Girl. And you might have fewer tickle spots, but I know where they are."

Charlie's eyes gleamed. "Boy. And--" He went silent as a loud moan could be heard from further in the room. He glanced briefly in the direction that the sounds were coming from, although boxes blocked their line of sight.

Hermione bit her lip to stifle her laughter as he looked back at her. Apparently, they weren't the only ones making use of the storage room.

Charlie gestured silently for her to follow him. She straightened her skirt, which had bunched up around her waist and followed him out of the row they were in currently. She shot him a quizzical look as he led her further into the room, presumably to investigate the source of the noise. Having been caught in the past by far too many people, she would have thought that he'd rather just leave the room and find somewhere else to finish what they started. She knew that she certainly wanted to finish what they started. Then again, she knew Charlie well enough to know that he considered turnabout to be fair play. They could finish their activities later. She might have to handcuff him to the bed later that night, though.

"I thought you used your lab for this," Charlie said as he looked down one of the rows toward the back of the storage room. Hermione stayed back slightly, deliberately standing where a box would block her view of just who they were interrupting.

His words were met with a startled squeak and a disgruntled groaning sound. "Oh, sod off, Charlie!" George said grumpily. "We were here first, and I didn't bother you when you were trying to get it on with Hermione over there!"

Hermione put a hand to her face, torn between her desire to laugh at the absurdity of the situation and her desire to have the floor swallow her up.

"Do you know how weird it is to have sex in the same room that you know other people are having sex in?" Charlie countered. "Besides, there are children present!"

"Your kid's not even born yet!" George protested. "And we were the ones who had to put up with all that nauseating talk of babies while we were trying to get it on! That's not exactly what a bloke wants to hear when he's getting laid! It gives a bird ideas!"

"You're not so old that I can't still pin you down and fart in your face, little brother!" Charlie threatened. "And zip your damn pants up!"

Hermione shook her head in silence, deciding she was trying not to laugh.

"I suppose this is one of the side effects of being with a Weasley," said a witch with short blonde hair that Hermione vaguely recognized as an employee named Verity. She was glowing blue, and looked to be rather disheveled at the moment. She stepped out from the stacks of boxes, watching the brothers arguing childishly.

Hermione lowered her hand, nodding in agreement as George threatened to push Charlie into a pile of manure the next time he went to the Burrow for Sunday night dinner. "You get used to it," she replied.