July at Shell Cottage
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Chapter 2
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As they approached home, Hermione's mind buzzed with questions. Was Gabrielle a lesbian? Was she a lesbian? Did this signal the beginning of a relationship? No, of course not, Hermione told herself. Though she did look at Gabrielle much differently; her flowing, wet blonde hair and slender body weren't just beautiful to Hermione, like a work of art, they were sexy. She wanted to touch her again, and to be touched by her, though she was not sure whether or not there was any deep emotion behind that desire.
Gabrielle pushed the screen door open with a loud creaking sound, and Hermione heard soft conversation buzzing inside the living room. She was a bit confused—Bill wasn't supposed to be home yet, and Hermione wasn't told that Fleur was expecting visitors.
Gabrielle led the way through the small foyer and toward the living room. A gruff, masculine voice, spoken in a soft, friendly tone, was accompanied by Fleur's tinkling laughter.
Just when Hermione was out of guesses, she turned into the room, where she found Charlie Weasley seated in an overstuffed armchair across from Fleur. The two of them glanced up quickly as Hermione and Gabrielle entered, and Hermione watched Gabrielle's eyes light up.
"Charlie!" she gasped as she ran over to him. She stood behind the armchair and leaned over to kiss him on his freckled cheek sweetly. Her damp hair fell over his shoulder like a curtain.
"Hello, Gabby. Hey, Hermione," Charlie greeted them. "Gabby, you've grown," he commented as he glanced over his shoulder and—perhaps accidentally—into her cleavage. Nobody in the room missed his appreciative tone, and Hermione suddenly felt a tiny stab of jealousy.
"Sank you!" Gabrielle replied, squeezing him momentarily around the shoulders.
A high whistling sound came from the kitchen and Fleur sprang onto her feet. "Oh! Zat eez ze tea. I will be back," she said as she disappeared through the doorway.
Hermione sat next to Fleur's now-empty seat on the sofa. She took a moment to look Charlie over—something she hadn't had the opportunity to do in a while. He was still tall and bulky, with very thick and muscled arms and a broad chest. His flaming red hair was cropped short and his green eyes sparkled in the natural light streaming in through the windows. His whole face was littered in fine, light freckles, more intense than those of his brothers because of prolonged exposure to strong sunlight. The only thing more intriguing than his rugged good looks, however, was his whole attitude; the way he sat in the armchair and how comfortable he was with a beautiful girl draped over him spoke volumes on confidence. In short, he looked good.
"What brings you 'ere?" Gabrielle cooed near his ear.
"I'm on holiday and the whether near the Burrow is shitty. I thought I'd drop by."
"You must be tired from ze trip," Gabrielle suggested as she began massaging his shoulders with her slender, graceful fingers.
Charlie hung his head, clearly delighted. "How do you always do that so well, Gabby?" he murmured rhetorically. Gabrielle just smirked, clearly flattered.
Hermione blushed. Under ordinary circumstances, this scene would make her uncomfortable—she never enjoyed watching moments of intimacy between others, but now it was even more bizarre. When she looked at Gabrielle she remembered the way her breasts looked covered in seawater, her nipples stiff from the cold. She couldn't believe that she was engaging in sexual activity with this girl an hour ago, and now she was hanging off a man she barely knew.
"Mum told me you're here for all of July, Hermione?" Charlie asked. His eyes were still closed, and he was clearly enjoying Gabrielle's ministrations, so he seemed distracted when he spoke.
"Yes. I'm tutoring Gabrielle in Potions … and English. I figured I should enjoy my holiday even if Ron and Harry are on an Auror bonding retreat in Siberia." Her tone held an edge of bitterness.
Just then, Fleur came back into the room carrying a tray with four cups of tea. Hermione tried sipping her tea but splashed a little on herself when she overheard a bit of what Gabrielle was whispering into Charlie's ear.
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She had told him, in slithering, whispered tones, to sit in that same armchair at one o'clock that night. At ten o'clock, Hermione retired to bed. By that point, Bill had come home, and was enjoying his brother's surprise company with his wife and Gabrielle. The room was suddenly divided into pairs, and Hermione felt awkward as the fifth person, so she left for her room quietly.
When strained her ears, she could hear little bits of the conversation downstairs trickle up to her. It was nothing distinguishable, but it assured her that they were still up. The laughter and nostalgic conversation continued just past midnight when Bill and Fleur retired to their room. Though they were across the hall from Hermione, soft moans and groans still reached her ears, and she heard their headboard knock against the wall gently.
Gabrielle left for her room as well, though Hermione knew it was just an act for Fleur; she would return a bit later to see Bill again. All the while, Hermione sat on her bed with an open book. She hadn't flipped the page once since she got settled into bed, nearly two hours ago. She was too preoccupied by what was going on outside her room and her own mixed thoughts about the day.
Just when Hermione was starting to pay attention to her book, she heard the soft hissing of the shower, and assumed it was Gabrielle. She imagined the hot water turning Gabrielle's skin tender and pink, and her wet hair covering part of her perfect arse. When Hermione heard the bathroom door click open, she was suddenly overwhelmed by the urge to step out of her room, just for a moment, just to see Gabrielle for an instant, but she held herself back.
When she heard Gabrielle walking down the stairs, however, Hermione's jumping nerves won out, and she decided to go she Gabrielle, even if just for a moment. Hermione's heart hammered as she crept down the stairs, listening to the soft murmurs between Gabrielle and Charlie. She felt like a spy, like there would be serious consequences if she was caught, but she couldn't force herself to go back up the stairs.
The air was laced with the floral scent of Gabrielle's shampoos and soaps, which Hermione found quite intoxicating.
Finally, when she got halfway down the staircase, Charlie came into view, still sitting in that armchair, though now his soft eyes were swimming with tangible lust, because Gabrielle stood directly in front of him, her fingers curling around the edges of the towel she wore. Hermione watched, licking her lips, as Gabrielle slowly began to take the towel apart.
Charlie peeled his t-shirt off, revealing an extraordinarily sculpted torso with a dragon tattoo on one side of his chest, its tail swinging back and forth over his abdominal muscles. Hermione caught a very low growl coming from his throat as he watched Gabrielle, completely entranced.
She held the towel open, and then suddenly dropped it. Hermione's mouth watered when she caught sight of Gabrielle's soft skin, her breasts rising and falling with her breathing. Her eyes were slightly lidded with desire as she came up to Charlie and kneeled in front of him. Hermione's eyes widened as Gabrielle undid Charlie's belt and he raised his hips to help her slide his trousers off.
Charlie's cock was the first one that Hermione had seen so up-close, and she found herself fascinated by it. His penis was long and thick and hard, with a single blue vein running up the underside. Gabrielle looked up into his eyes as she licked her lips slowly and seductively, and then licked the tip of his cock.
Charlie shuddered slightly, his dragon tattoo flicking its tail erratically. Gabrielle grasped the base of his cock in her little hands and enveloped his head in her mouth. Charlie emitted a barely-audible moan, and Hermione could tell she was doing something very enjoyable with her tongue. Gabrielle's mouth slid down, then back up expertly, working in time with her hands, then she returned to working with her tongue. Charlie's hand grasped her hair at the back of her neck, his other hand resting on her shoulder. His eyes rolled back in his head as Gabrielle sucked him again, and his head rolled back against the armchair.
"Holy shit, Gabby, I didn't know what I was missing," he murmured as his hold on her hair tightened. Gabrielle's mouth slid down a little further, and Hermione wondered how she didn't choke or even show signs of discomfort. She drew back slowly, her cheeks hollow from the force of her suction.
"Okay, stop," Charlie instructed hoarsely, pulling her up to her feet gently. "I won't last," he explained calmly.
Gabrielle smirked, clearly proud of herself, and straddled his hips.
Charlie's large, calloused hands toyed with her breasts as he kissed her breathlessly. Their tongues tangled erotically as one of his hands slid between her legs. Both of them groaned softly, and Gabrielle arched her back dramatically, allowing Charlie's lips unrestricted access to her smooth, pale neck.
Charlie's mouth left red, wet marks along her neck as it moved down to her breasts, his hand still working some expert rhythm on her clit. Gabrielle reached down between her legs and wrapped one slender hand around his shaft, pumping up and down a few times before positioning the head against her.
Charlie's strong hands rested on her hips, both their breathing ragged and heavy. Hermione couldn't take it any longer. Though she was in the middle of a house that didn't belong to her, still her hand crept under the waistband of her pajama pants and she began rubbing herself through her panties.
Gabrielle eased herself down onto Charlie slowly, her eyes closed. Charlie groaned as more and more of him was swallowed up by her, his fingers closing tighter around her hips. Finally, Gabrielle sank down onto him completely and began to move in quick, jerking movements. Charlie helped her movements along with his hands.
His mouth found one of her nipples and began rolling it in his mouth. Gabrielle's hands used the armrests for leverage, and Hermione watched, entranced, as they began panting and sweating and grinding against each other. Their moans and groans got louder and more passionate, though still not loud enough to reach anyone upstairs. One of Gabrielle's hands curled in Charlie's hair and pulled on it gently. She began to murmur something unintelligible in French, lost completely in her own world. Charlie, meanwhile, was muttering various obscenities.
Suddenly, Gabrielle gasped something in rapid French and arched her back.
"You coming?" Charlie guessed in a whisper. At those words, Hermione lost it. She fell over the brink, into orgasm's abyss, suppressing a shudder as her body shook.
Gabrielle nodded once and then passion seemed to overthrow her. She trembled slightly and moaned as her fingernails dug into Charlie's shoulders. Then, slowly, she returned from her high, panting and gasping. Charlie shuddered slightly a moment after, and then collapsed, completely spent. He wrapped his arms around Gabrielle's waist and held her close to himself, his lips nestled into her neck. Gabrielle raked her nails up and down his forearms gently. Hermione scampered back into her room, shocked and aroused at the same time. She realized at that moment that she couldn't possibly have true feelings for Gabrielle, because she wanted quiet badly to have Charlie's cock inside her.
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