The characters and canon situations in the following story belong solely to JK Rowling. I am not making any money from the publishing or writing of this story.
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This is a long time coming. Hurting my wrist and having to wear a brace for weeks made it impossible to type. I am all better now and just returned from an amazing weekend in Vermont & NYC. Just perfect!
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This story has a rating of 'M' for a reason.
This chapter is part of that reason.
You have been warned.
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Hermione followed Monica to the guest room and stopped just inside of the door. There was one bed, a big bed, but only one bed. Hermione blushed and yipped when Charlie who had been following bumped into her because she had stopped.
Monica chuckled at the comical scene between the couple. Charlie looked eager to get in bed and Hermione looked like she wanted the floor to open up and swallow her whole.
"Well, right…" Monica muttered, "Goodnight then." She closed the door behind her leaving Hermione standing just inside the door and Charlie starting to take off his shoes.
Charlie sat on the side of the bed and finished taking off his shoes and socks before he realized that Hermione was still in the doorway. He unbuttoned his shirt as he made his way over to where Hermione was standing. Her eyes were cast downward and her cheeks were stained a dark pink. Charlie smiled; he was surprised how shy and vulnerable she appeared. They had seen each other in every stage of undress and the idea on sleeping with him embarrassed her; adorable, simply adorable.
Hermione watched his bare feet get closer and closer. When his toes were touching edge of her sandals she looked up. This wonderful, brave, kind man had seen and touched every part of her body and yet the idea of sleeping next to him, feeling his skin next to hers, unnerved her. The truth was that the idea sounded wonderful and how much she wanted it made her blush.
Charlie cupped her face in his hands; he wanted nothing more than to ease her uncertainty. "I've told you, I don't expect anything sweetheart."
He led her to the bed and once he had finished undressing he undressed her. Together they slipped between the sheets and Charlie pulled the cover over them. Hermione's head snuggled into his shoulder as her body relaxed and it was then Charlie realized that this is what the rest of his life might be like. That thought made him smile as he fell asleep.
Hermione was not awakened by the sunlight filtering through the drawn curtains. She wasn't stirred from her slumber by the rigid hardness pushing against her backside. She woke up in a complete panic when the thought of facing Mrs. Weasley bubbled up from her subconscious into her semi-dozing state.
Hermione sat up and stifled a scream; everyone was going to know her secret. She wasn't the brightest and smartest, she had married Percy. Hermione stood up and went to the window, what if they did not believe her. Mrs Weasley always stuck up for Percy. Hermione would survive with out her extended surrogate family but she could not ask Charlie to choose. The sky outside was beginning to cloud up, there would be rain soon. A cool breeze made her shiver when she opened the window to let in fresh air. She shivered harder when she began to think about the public persona that Percy had worked so hard to create. What if the Ministry officials did not believe her, what if he tried to have her declared incompetent? What if he hunted her down and finally succeeds in killing her?
She was cold and scared; she slid back under the covers seeking the warmth from Charlie. She lay on her back twisting the sheets in her fists going over the multitude of scenarios in her mind. Charlie had felt her get back into bed could sense her unrest. Turning on his side to face her, he gently worked his fingers through her hair, rubbing away the tension in her scalp.
"Hermione, my love it's okay. I'm here remember me?" Charlie pulled her toward him.
She stilled and flattened herself against his side. She felt safe and knew with his support she could face anything.
"Nothing bad will happen I promise." His lips found hers and she returned his kiss. Hermione knew that nothing else mattered but being here and with Charlie. The rest of the world could get lost.
The simple kiss did not remain simple and Hermione quickly found herself frustrated, she wanted more. Her body wanted everything and anything that Charlie could provide. Her hips and hands worked together to explore and seek relief from the burning need. When Charlie began kissing her neck she gasped and rocked against him with abandon. If weren't for the fact that Charlie was as tortured with need as she was, Hermione would have been mortified at her behavior.
"Love, please…" Charlie's fingers brushed her ribcage and lifted her while he kissed his way down her shoulders. Hermione cradled his head in her hands, running her fingers through the thick red hair, reeling from the feelings stirring deep within. Charlie was loving her and she finally understood how wonderful it was to be adored.
Hermione tried to keep from shrieking and waking up little Jane, but it was a challenge. Charlie Weasley was a very talented man. Hermione was fighting the need to beg for relief from the ache when Charlie's lips searched for hers and his hands wrapped around her thigh pulling her pelvis to meet his. That simple contact of feeling his evident desire on her hip and his hip crushing against her made her explode. Hermione knew she needed to breathe but the exquisite trembling of her body made it almost impossible.
"Charlie," whispered almost as a prayer was all that Hermione could say once she could think. Charlie smiled at the limp and spent woman in his arms, drinking in the sight.
"You are the most beautiful woman; never forget how much I love you." Charlie spoke softly in her ear as he kissed his way back up to her lips. He knew that they could not go any farther, but in his dreams they would make love, get married, make babies and grow old together. For today, this morning, Charlie would just hold her.
Hermione woke up for the second time and did not rush to get out bed once her worries resurfaced. She turned to face Charlie and looking in his eyes she voiced all of her fears.
"What if they don't believe me? What if they hate me? What if they make you choose between them and me?"
Charlie grinned and snuggled her head under his chin. "None of that is going to happen and I have already made my choice."
He rolled her underneath him and looking down at the concern in her eyes he kissed her nose. "I" he punctuated it with another kiss, "Choose" kiss to her forehead, "You!" deep lingering kiss on her lips.
Hermione laughed and playfully pushed at his chest. "Mr. Weasley, you overwhelm me."
Charlie leaned down kissed her long and hard. Hermione instinctively began rubbing her body along his not realizing the effect she was having on him until Charlie gasped out, "Love, you have to stop or I will lose any control I have left."
Hermione smiled and slipped her hand down finding him and began stroking him while looking up at him in wide eyed innocence, "And that would be a bad thing?"
Charlie groaned as she touched him.
"I know I have to wait but why should you?" Hermione pushed him onto his back. "Do you mind?"
Charlie could hear sounds but everything was hazy she was making him feel amazing. He did not realize exactly what she meant until he was engulf him the warmest, softest, most incredible…he was gone. Rational thought was no longer an option as he shuttered.
Hermione smiled as he moaned and was still. She realized she was enjoying herself almost as much as Charlie. This gorgeous man was hers and groaning just for her.
Charlie finally caught his breath and pulled the wicked little witch down next to him and pushing her hair back to show her face he asked, "Where did you learn that?"
Hermione pushed the rest of her hair behind her ear and blushed. "I like to read all kinds of books."
Charlie pulled her to him and laughed.
It was that laugh that woke up Jane. Hearing the crying baby they both knew it was time to get out of bed. Hermione waited until Charlie could help her stand. They were standing next to the bed naked and wrapped in each other's arms when there was one knock on the door. Ron walked in before either could respond to the knock.
"Oops! Sorry!" Ron closed his eyes and backing out of the room tried not to think about the fading bruises on Hermione's back and thighs. Ron's stomach lurched at the sight. "Sorry, breakfast" and he quickly closed the door.
Charlie threw up his hands in mock anger. "Great, now another Weasley brother has seen my woman naked!"
Hermione putting her hand on her hip replied, "Ron? He has seen me naked before."
Charlie looked puzzled and pissed at the same time. "What?"
Hermione grinned, she like getting him all aggravated, "See what he just did? Walking in after knock, never giving anyone time to say 'Just a minute'; he always would do that. Drove me crazy!"
Charlie wanted to know. "He never came in and closed the door behind him?"
Hermione laughed. "Ron? No way! He almost fainted the first time he kissed me. It was never more than that."
Charlie stroked her back and gently cupped her buttocks. "He doesn't know what he missed." His lips were gently skimming her throat.
Hermione snuggled deeper into his arms and she whispered, "I do want you…you know."
Charlie pulled back ever so slightly and looked down at her. "Really?"
Hermione gave him a gentle smile. "Oh yes, very, very much. I have got to be free first."
Charlie nodded he understood and he would wait.