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CHAPTER 27.
There had been an order meeting a week after christmas day, two weeks before school restarted.
Dumbledore had arrived looking extreemly grave, and many had feared the worst. But the meeting had only consisted off safety plans for the coming year.
It had been decided that when this school year ended, and all the students had gone, the order would move hedquaters to Hogwarts, where they would stay for he remainder of the summer, and in all probability, longer. It had also been decided that Bill and Fleurs wedding would take place In Hogwarts now, in stead of the Burrow, something Mrs Weasley wasn't happy about at all, but Fleur was secretly delighted.
More imediatley however, where the muggle relatives. Both Harry's and Hermione's familys would be moved to safety. Numerous safe houses had been set up across the country for them, were the would stay, and wait out the remainder of the war.
Therefor on the saturday after the meeting, plans were put into action.
Dumbledoree, Arthur, Madeye and Bill, would go with Harry to Privet Drive, move his family to safety, then return to Charlie's Auntie Muriel's for one night, for security reasons, and to confuse any potensial onlookers.
Whilst Hermione and Charlie, it had been decided that two was enough on a lower proffile family, would go to Hermione's home in Heartfordshire, send the Grangers via portkey, where they would meet with Remus and Tonks in their new safe house, then Hermione and Charlie would stay the night in the Burrow.
Moody had kept shooting openly distrustful, and sometime's down right threatning looks at Hermione during the meeting. Something that, far from frighting her, which she was sure was his intention, only served to fuel her curiosity, and towards the end, annoyance.
"Is there something on my face, Alistor?" Hermione finally asked, exsasparatedly, as the meeting finished, and everyone meandered about the kitchen, chatting.
At Hermione's words, a hush fell over the room, all eyes flasing to the pair, eyes locked. Charlie came and stood pointedly on Hermione's right, as did Bill on her left. She was touched, but it was unnecessary, she could take care of herself.
"Which face?" the auror muttered to himself, but Hermione's veela hearing, along with Fleur and Remus' warewolf senses heared. While Fleur and Remus looked outraged, Hermione snorted.
"Your magical eye must need cleaning, Alistor, I only had one faced the last time i checked." She said smoothly, taking great delight in watching the wizards jaw twitch infinitesimally. The roomed stiffened at Hermione's words, and Charlie hissed angrily beside her.
Moody continued to glare at Hermione, watching her beedily. Hermione sighed, annoyed now. "We've established that there is nothing on my face...either of them." She smirked at alsistor, "So I am confused as to why you are still trying to count my eyelashes."
Tonks snorted from across the kitchen, clapping a hand over her mouth as Sirius smirked beside her, winking appresiativley at Hermione.
"There's more to you than you let on girly, I'm not fooled by a pretty face, or mindless sympering." Moody growled, and the benigne smile froze on Hermione's face.
Fred and George cringed, remebering the last time somebody had insinuated hermione was stupid. It had been Umbridge, and she was carried away by a hurd of wild centaur.
Hermione's answering chuckle was dangerous, hinting at the things she had seen. Things that no young woman of her age should have seen, should have indured. The entire kitchen seemed to remeber all at once, the things that she had done, battles she had fought.
"Perhaps, Alistor," Hermione said smoothly, her voice honey dripping over the sences, "But I would have though you, being the decorated aurror...excuse me, ex-aurror that you are," the roomed gasped at her dig. "Would appreciate a good ruse."
Hermione had taken a few calculated steps forward, and she smiled angelically as she spoke her next words, "We all have secrets, don't we, Mad Eye." she emphasized the last two words, and the grimasing wizard paled considerably.
Hermione smiled a bright smile, knowing she had him. Did he really think that she, or Albus for that matter, didn't know about the dark magic he had used to create his all seeing eye...and then his consiquensial dismissal from his post, all of which he had painstakingly kept quiet.
Moody baulked, dropping his gaze from hers, and quickly leaving the kitchen, grumbling quietly as he went. The room was quiet for a second, before Sirius let out a low whistle.
"Few Kitten, remind me never to piss you off." Breaking the tension nicley, and earningchuckles from about the room. Some eyes still watched hermione though, as she walked back to Charlie, and proceeded to explain what had just happened, in whispered tones in is ear.
It was with a heavy heart, and many tears that Hermione watched her parents dissapear from her childhood home. Whilst they didn't blame her in the least, and said they knew what they were getting into when they chose to adopt her all those years ago, she couldn't help but blame herself. The young couple didn't stay long in the deserted house, leaving quickly for safety. They arrived at the Burrow just as night fell, after an emotional day.
Hermione sniffed as Charlie pulled her into an embrace, humming soothingly.
"It was for the best sweetness." He said, she just nodded saddly, knowing that he was right, but hating to admit it all the same.
Hermione was subdued throughout supper that night, and only stopped thinking about how things could have been different, when Charlie got up from his seat on the old sofa, and went to stand directly in front of her, cupping her chin.
Looking up at him, she made a split second decision, leaning in to claim his lips. He kissed her back tenderly, his hands coming to rest, one on the small of her back, pulling her closer to him the other at her waiste.
She ran her tounge acoss his bottom lip, begging for entrance, then quickly plunging in when it was granted. Their kiss was fast, heavy, passionate. Hermione found herself trying to get even closer to Charlie, her chest crushed against his.
He pulled back, beathing heavily, looking at the flushed witch in his arms. "Princess, we have to stop, I don't want to take advantage of you because you're sad. I'd hate for you to regret this."
Hermione's heart swelled, her stomach erupting with butterflies.
"I want this Char, I want you. Not because i'm sad, or looking for a distraction. I love you, I want you." She said firmly, never having been so sure of anything in her life before this.
He gazed deeply into her eyes, seeming to weigh her words, "Are you sure Mya?" He asked softly, eyes blazing. She answered by leaning up to kiss him again.
This time there was no need to hold back, no boundry to fear crossing. Charlie lifted her into his arms, wrapping her leggs around his waist. His lips moved from hers, along her jaw and down the collumn of her throat, making her throw her head back, giving him beter access.
She ran her hands over his musculed arms, up the back of his neck, and into his hair, where she gently raked her finger nails across his scalp, eliciting a moan from him. His hands seemed to be everywhere at once, her thighs, along the skin of her back, sliding up and down her spine teasingly, cupping the back of her head as they kissed.
She found herself being lowered onto a bed, not knowing how they got there, or even noticing they had moved. They parted for a moment, Hermione looking up at the wizard before her, who had just removed his shirt, undesgized lust written on her features.
He leaned down to her once more, his body hovering over hers, the weight of his bare chest pressing her into the matress. Her fingers traced the planes of his bare, strongly musculed back, tracing lines down to the waist band of his jeans, where she stopped, too shy and nervouse to continue.
His hands were everywhere, her face, her neck, her hipps. She felt him hook his fingers under her top and tugg, she arched her back, letting him pull her free. Her jeans quickly met the same fate.
She lay before him in her underware, thankfull, for the first time, that she had let Fleur and Tonks take her sopping that day, The way Charlie's eyes drank her in was worth it one hundred times over.
Slowly he leaned in, pressing his lipps to her bare stomach, kissing upwards untill reaching the fabric of her bra. Hermione's breathing hitched, her body humming with anticipation.
He looked at her, asking permission. She nodded. Charlie's hands slid around her back, never leaving her skin, unsnapping the clasp, he then pulled the bra from her body with his teeth. She groaned and squirmed under him, her hands clutching his shoulders desperatley. He smirked against her skin.
She took this oppertuity to do some exploring of her own, running her palm down his strong shoulders and musculed chest, to the flat plains of his abdomen, running her nails gently across his skin. He growled low in his throat, the sound empowering her.
She pushed him up from her, manipulating him into a lying posission, then straddling him. His hands slowly slid up her thighs, as she leaned down to run her tougne across his coller bone. She felt his hands move up her back as she kissed and licked across his chest, coming to fist in her hair as she grazed his nipple with her teeth, he shuddered beneth her, and it was her turn to smirk.
She learnt every inch of him, trailing kisses along the tattoo of a hebradean black dragon that spanned one of his sides. The dragon snaked from the top of his ribbs, under his arm, across his muscules to the top of his narrow hipps. She loved it.
Charlie was very patient, letting Hermione set the pace, letting her explore him, as he did her. Only when he was pottering on the brink of madness did he begg, "Please Mya, I have to touch you, let me touch you." His voice a breathy rumble in her ear, sending an electric current down her spine.
He inverted their posissions, once again on top, nuzzling mercylessly at her neck, and working his way down her body, kissing and nipping her sensative skin. He stopped at her exposed breasts, cupping one in his large calloused hand, fondling gently, making hermione arch her back into him. The other breast he captured with his mouth, latching onto the dusky bud with his tounge, swirling and sucking, making her whimper needily. When he gently bit down, sending a spark of pure lust throughout her small frame, she brought her hands from the bedsheets, and threaded them through his fiery hair.
He continued his trail of kisses down her flat stomach, pausing to playfully dip his tounge into her belly button, making her giggle breathily, before continuing to the top of her now soaked underwear. His hands stroaked down her ribs, hooking into the elastic and pulling her knickers down her leggs, throwng them behind him somewhere.
"If you want me to stop, tell me." He said, before bending his head to kiss the inside of her thighs, his hot breath brushing against her skin, making her squirm. The thought of him stopping was the worst thing in the world to Hermione in that moment. He wound his arms arond her leggs, throwing one over each of his shoulders, using his hands to hold her steady, before buring his face in her folds.
Hermione cried out, her hips bucking under the new sensation, her hands clawing at the bed sheets roughly. Charlie was relentless, kissing sucking and licking, drowning her in new pleasures. When he added two fingers to her, moaning against her heated flesh, he succeeded in pushing her over the edge of her very first orgasm. She screamed his name, as her body spasmed and wave after wave of euphoria washed over her.
When she came to, she saw Charlie watching her in awe, his eyes shining with need. She claimed his lips, tasting herself on him, making him moan and tighten his arms around her. He leaned into her, nudging her leggs appart with his thighs, their skin barred by the material of his jeans, which Hermione tugged off quickly and roughly. Charlie performed the contraseptive spell, making hermione blush, much to his amusement.
She reached her hand between them, grasping him gently, making him hiss with pleasure. She stroaked experrimentally, earning a breathy moan, so she continued. She was shocked by the size of him, unsure if he would fit. Intallectually, she knew that as rubbish, but her nerves seemed to be shouting a little louder than her intllegance at the moment.
Eventually Charlie pulled her hands from him, pinning them abover her head.
"If you keep doing that, it'll all be over." He growled roughly into her neck, making her smirk in triumph, pleased that she could affect him this way.
"Bite down on my shoulder." He whispered huskily, she looked at him, confused. "That way we shair the pain." He said, earning him another searing kiss. Hermione was overcome with the love she felt for this man.
She leaned her face into his shoulder as he pushed slowly into her, she tensed, but didn't bite him.
"Relax for me princess." He instructed, his voice grumbly and strained. She took deep breaths, inhainling his scent. Then nodded.
He plunged into her in one swift movement, then stopped, waiting for her to adjust. It had hurt, but wasn't as bad as she had been expecting, a sligt pinch, Hermione thought, as she lossned the death grip she had on charlie's shoulders, and hitched her leggs aroung his hipps.
He started moving slowly, sliding out of her,then slowly back in, sending sparks of pleasure through her. He kept thrusting slowly, finding the rhythm for them, then picking up speed and bringing them together.
The more he moved, stroaking her, the louder their moans became. Hermione began moving her hips with his, meeting him thrust for thrust, getting steadily faster. They fell over the edge as one, calling each others names, clinging to one another and breathing heavily.
They lay ther for a time, Hermione comforted by Charlie's warm weight on her, his light kisses to her neck and jaw. She ran her hands up and down his spine, as if soothing an animal.
They murmered their love for eachother, before falling asleep in eachothers arms.
When she woke the next morning, Hermione felt sore in places she had never been sore before, but it was a good kind of ache, she thought sappily.
Stretching, she turned in Charlie's arms to find him awake, and smiling at her softly. She smiled in return, leaning in to kiss him gently. No words were exchanged, there was no need, for them this was right. They were finally complete, with eachother.
They both hated to leave eachothers arms that morning, but found sollace in a shaired shower, which quickly became Hermione's favorite thing on the earth, ever.
She would dream of Charlie soaping her shoulders, and kissing her tattoo under the hot spray of water for years to come, she was sure. At some point the pair lost focus on the actual purpose of a sower, choosing instead to learn eachother's forms again.
Charlie had been gently washing her back and shoulders, only to replace the flannel with his lips, kissing along her shoulder, tliting her head back to travel along the column of her throat. He turned her in his arms, his hands running down her back, and cupping her rounded behins, squeasing teasingly, making her moan.
Charlie had fallen to his knees on the shower floor, pushing hermione to lean her back against the cool tile wall, the hot shower spray landing on her exposed breasts. He kissed up the inside of both of her thighs, and hitched her leggs over his shoulders again, supporting her weight on his arms, gazing at her for a moment, before diving in. He worked her over thoroughly, kissing, sucking, licking and nibbling, making her cry his name and begg for mercy, twice.
When he had had his fill, and dropped her leggs back to the floor, he got up. Hermione meanwhile sank to her knees, partly because her leggs had turned to jelly, but mainly to enact her revenge.
She was slightly nervous, this being entirely new to her, but she knew that she could trust Charlie completley, and so soldiered on.
"You don't have too..." Charlie began, seeing what she was doing. His voice died in his throat though, as hermione licked him experimentally, sucking as she did.
She swirld her tounge around his tip, and then slid her lips to his bass, her nose buerried in the sparce thatch of pubic hair below his abbs. He hit the back of her throat, and she swollowed, curious. Charlie made a choking noise, his head drooping forward, looking at her in shock.
She was looking up at him from between his leggs, peeping from beneath her eyelashes, her full lipps swolen and slick. She brought her hands up his thighs, and layed them to rest on his hipps, only for Charlie to lay his own over them, squeasing.
She pulled her head back again, running the tip of her tougne along his under side as she did so, he bucked his hipps involuntrily. Nervously, she mover her mouth along his shaft, to the bass, then flicked her pink tounge over the skin of his balls, sucking curiously.
"Fuck." Charlie's voice was a rasp, his eyes squeased shut. She moved back to his length, and focused on finding a rhythm, hollowing out her cheeks, and swirling her tounge.
It didn't take long for Charlie to wrap his hands in her hair, guiding her movements gently. Hermione took incouragement from the littany of moans and growls escaping his mouth, and picked up the pace.
He came violently, his entire body shuddering, his hands tightened in her hair and his hipps bucking roughly into her. She licked him clean, watching Charlie looking down at her, and then, very deliberatley swallowed, watching as Charlie moaned one last time, his eyes falling closed, and head hitting the wall behind him.
Charlie grabbed her, lifting her from the floor, and pinning her agaist the shower wall, kissing her reverantly.
"How...Where...?" He managed to mumble between kisses.
Hermione smirked, leaning in to whisper against the shell of his ear, "Natural tallent I guess." Making him growl and kiss her with renewed fervour.
After a very, very thorough shower, they reluctantly got dressed, and proceeded to the kitchen, where they fed eachother breakfast. Hermione couldnt help but love the solitary time she had shared with Charlie, and looked forward o a time where they could again have time alone together in a house...their house.