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CHAPTER 31.
Hermione spent some time that night trying to reasure Charlie after all that had happened over the last forty eight hours, and filling him in on Aeval.
She was relived to dicscover that charlie didn't blame her for Ron's expulsion, and was livid to learn about the attack. He swore to have his revenge on his ittle brother the next time he saw him, only promising not to kill him after hermione begged.
Charlie was also very proud of his little sister, after learning about her take down in the reat hall from Bill, who had apparntly been told by Sirius, who had been there when Mcgonagall had flood Molly and Arthur. Needless to say, Ginny was a bit of a hero amongst the order of the phoenix at the moment.
Some time passed without incident for Hermione. She went to her lessons, handed in her homework, avoided drooling teenage boys, and exams drew closer. There had been a few more hogsmeed weekends, all of which had been enjoyabe, and had passed in relative calm.
She went to the quidditch matches to cheer for Harry and Ginny, being sure to stick close to Neville the whole time she was in a crowd.
She had taken to revising in the grounds, seeing as the library was normally filled with hormonal teenage boys. She normally conjured a blanket, and spread her things out by the lake, under the cover of a large oak tree.
Aeval had become very useful, not only as company and a comforting reassurance, but to scare away any admirers, who seemed scared of a bird made intirley of fire for some reason, Hermione couldn't fathom why.
During a quidditch match in April, Griffyndor versus Ravenclaw, Harry had been required to have Mcglaggen play keeper, due to unforseen injurees. It didn't go well.
Cormac seemed to be of the opinion that he could do everyone else's job much better than they were curently being done. He had already shouted at Ginny and Katie, and had taken one of the beeters bats to demonstrate, when Harry decided enough was enough.
"MCGLAGGEN YOU BLOODY IDIOT, GET BACK INFRONT OF THE GOAL POSTS!" Harry yelled furiously, as her hurtled towards the fill in keeper, murder written in every line of his face.
It happened very quickly, and the entire stadium gave a collective gasp and wince.
Harry had just made it to Cormac and the beeter, Coot, when Cormac had swung. The heavy wooden bat came into vicious contact wit the side of Harry's skull, knocking him out cold.
The grasp on his broom slackened, and he would have fallen had it not been for Coot catching him, and flying him to the ground.
Upon seeing the accident, Hermione had gone deathly white, and had started running for the pitch, Neville and Luna hot on her heels. She arrived to see Harry being floated to the castle on a stretcher by Mcgonagall. The match had been called off, because the remainder of the Griffyndor team seemed to be trying to kill their keeper.
Hermione ran over to the center of the pitch, where a red faced Ginny was being forcibly restrained by Katie and Demelze, the other chasers.
"YOU COULD HAVE KILLED HIM YOU MORONIC BASTARD." She was screaming, fighting tooth and nail to reach the much, much larger boy, who was just smirking at her.
"C'mon red, I didn't mean to hurt your little toy boy," He started, unnaware just how thin the ice he was standing on was, "But really, if he's so fragile, he shoudn't be playing, let alone even captain."
This was enough for the chasers to 'accidentally' lose their grip on an irate Ginny, who flung herself at Cormac.
She managed to get in a good few kicks and punches, before he lifted her bodily from the floor, his hands gripping her upper arms tightly, in a way that would probably leave bruises, leaving her flaling in mid air.
"Put her down Mclaggen." Hermione said very calmly. The entire team, bar Cormac, took a step back, giving her room.
"The crazy bitch attaked me!" He cried indignantly, mking Hermione's grip tighten on her wand. Aeval had appeared, Hermione only had to subconsiously think of him now, and he would appear. He was currently flying above them, circling.
"I'd be very carefull how you talk about my sister if I were you." She said cooly, before hitting him square in the face with the same curse she'd used on marrietta Edgcoom in her last year, leaving the word 'creep' etched onto his face.
Mcglaggen screamed, and clutched his face. Aeval flew inbetween the irate Cormac, and the two girls, blocking them from his reach.
"It's not actually permenant, but I doubt you'll ever find the counter curse." Hermione threw at him over her shoulder, as she and Ginny set off to check on Harry.
Understandibly Harry had been furious, not only with the quidditch match, and his injury. But also with the wat Mcglaggen had treated Hermione and Ginny. He swore to get is own revenge on top of Hermione's jinx.
Harry had confronted Mcglaggen in the comon room tht night. He was wearing a think woolen balaklava, to cover the spots. He was also partly obscured by the mountain of books that surrounded him, he was attempting to find the counter curse that would spare his good looks.
"MCGLAGGEN, JUST WHAT THE HELL EXACTLY WERE YOU THINKING?" Harry yelled, as he stalked across the silent common room towards the tetchy seventh year.
"OH THATS RIGHT. YOU WEREN'T THINKING. THAT REQUIRES SOME SORT OF HIGHER BRAIN POWER." Harry continued, not letting Cormac speak. The common room chuckled quietly at Harry's insults.
"Listen Potter, don't have time for you, not after what that wench has done to my face." Mcglaggan fumed, glaring at Hermione.
"Uh Oh." Ginny said in a sing song voice, smirking as she made a show of looking at her nails boardly.
"What did you just call my sister?" Harry asked, his voice deathly low, making those nearest to him take a step back, not wanting to get covered in blood probably.
"I said that wench..." Mcglaggan started, but he was gut off by Harry's hex hitting him in the mouth, followed by at least six others. When Harry stopped, he was breathing heavily, and Mcglaggan had been reduced to a pile of sludge on the common room floor.
"Bit dramatic Harry." Ginny chuckled.
"Better?" Hermione asked Harry archly.
Harry just grinned impishly, going to Kiss Hermione on the cheek. "Much." he replied, making the common room laugh nervously, mentally taking note never to insult Hermione in front of Harry.
Something new for the sixth years stared in March.
Apperition lessons.
It was a warm spring day, and the whole of the sixth year where having their first apperition lesson in the great hall. The four heads of hous were all present, standing at the back, near Harry and Hermione.
The two could destinclty hear them taking bets on who would succeed first, and who would splinch themselves most often.
The unanimous desision on the first was Hermione, and on the second Neville.
A truley awful little man from the ministry was taking the lesson, he was in his early thirty's, and kept walking past Hermione, a little to closley to be socially acceptable. He was explaining the theory in a boared tone, whilst condesendingly telling them that nobody would get it right that lesson anyway, it took only a few minutes for him to have aquired some truley terrible nicknames, courtasey of some of the more childish in the year.
"Apparition is a complex thing to attempt for the first time, and you should therefore not be dissapointed when you don't do it right away. Isn't that right my pretty." he finished, talking to hermione in a voice you wouldn't insult a toddler with.
Hermione raised her eyebrow, whilst the rest of the hall, including the teachers, snickerd.
"He's not gonna know what hit him." Neville muttered to a chuckling Susan Bones, who nodded her agreement.
"Idiot." professor Snape grumbled, much to the students shock.
"Why don't you give it a go dear. And don't worry your pretty little head that it does't work first time." The instructor said to a now rather angry Hermione, booping her on the nose with his index finger.
She scowled at him, stepping into the first hoop, then, concentrating on where she wanted to be, the second hoop, she twirled into nothingness, feeling as though she where being forced through a tight rubber tube, apperating perfectly her first try.
The instructor was agape, and the others in the hall had burst into applause, fightling to contain their laughter.
"Must have been beginers luck," he said arrogantly, Hermione gaped at the man in dissbelief, "Try again, this time it will be more of a fair test."
How? hermione thought, but pushed it aside, apperating back into the first hoop again.
The instructor left her alone after this, but not until Professor Sprout had awarded her ten points for her success, and another ten for not hexing the instructor.
Hermione took her test three weeks later, passing with flying colours first time around, much to the dissaproval of the instructor.
Hermione was called to the headmasters office on tha morning of Charlie's birthday, during the easter hollidays, shortly after breakfast. She had no idea what it was pertaining to, but was plesantly surpised when she found out.
"Miss Granger, I have to go on a trip, Order buiness," He bagan without preamble, "I will be visiting a certain Dragon reserve in Romania, for a day or so, and was wondering if you wished to accomany me, being as you are, it's owner, of course?" Hermione blinked, willing herself not to burst into tears, or flatten her headmaster in a hugg.
"Yes please, sir." She said as calmly as possible, an enormous smile on her lips. Dumbledore chuckled quietly.
"Well, we shall be leaving in half an hour, if you could be back here by then?" He enquired politley, Hermione beamed and nodded, before sprinting back to her dorm to change.
Pulling out her diary, she wrote to Charlie.
Happy birthday, Char xx
Thanks princess, and thank you for the gift, it's amazing, that broom is top of the line, you shouldn't have. The jelous looks it's getting from the other blokes... xx
No problem, I had Ginny and Harry help chose it, because it may shock you to learn this, but I have no idea about brooms...they all looked the same! xx
Sooooo, What's the weather like in Romania? xx
Boiling, it's something like 36 degrees here...why? xx
Just curious, I've got to go, but I'll speak to you later. Love you xx
Love you, princess xx
She stuffed the diary back into her trunk, and hunted for something to wear. Eventually she chose a soft cotton skirt, it came to a few inches above her knees, and was a pale blue. She pulled on a cream cotton camisole, and a leather belt to sinch in her waist. Pulling on her little cream socks, and soft brown leather ankle boots, she nodded in approval.
She packed some silk pajamas, a clean change of clothes and underwear, her wash things, and a book or two into her beaded bag, before scribbling a note for her dorm mates to give to Ginny and Harry, explaining where she had gone.
She left her dark curls lose, before stuffing her wand into her beaded bag, and setting back off towards the headmasters office. She got some stares and a lot of woolf whistles from the studens she passed on the way, but she didn't stop to aknowledge any of them.
She arrived just in time, Dumbledore was ready to go.
"Ahhh, Hermione there you are, here.." he indicated a glowing feather quill on the desk before him. Portkey, Hermione was having missgivings bout having opted for a skirt.
Hermione and Albus both placed a finger on the quill, and waited a second, before feeling a jolt behind the naval, and their feet leaving the floor.
Why did so many magical forms of transportation make you feel dizzy? Hermione thought to herself.
Her feet slammed into solid ground gain a few seconds later, and she elegantly bent her knees to absorb the impact, and avoid falling over. Looking around, she saw that they were at the gates to the dragon reserve, which Hermione now realised, that she technically owned.
She was instantly glad for her choice in clothing, it was sweltering, she couldnt imagine living, let alone working in this heat.
They walked swiftly along the dirt path, through the gates, and into what looked like a miniture village, full of small stone huts.
Charlie deffinatley fit in here, she thought, looking at all the dragon tamers scattered about the place. All tall, and built like Charlie, covered in burns and tattoos. She noticed that she was gaining quite a bit of attention, actually, ever man she passed stared at her.
Then, ahead of her came a crowd of men, they all seemed to be laughing and joking to someone. A red head someone, her heart lept.
She smiled to herself, and set off silently down the dirt road, towards the group of men. They were all too buisy laughing and joking to notice her coming, and she managed to creap around behind them, without their being any the wiser.
"Izvinite, ya ishchu drakona ukrotitelya ?" Hermione said, Charlie froze.
(Excuse me, im looking for a dragon tamer.)
"Happy Birthday, Char." Hermione said, grinning.
Charlie spun around, looking at her in shocked delight.
"PRINCESS!" He yelled, striding towards her, and lifting her off her feet, hugging her to him tightly. She chuckled, wrapping her arms about his neck, and hiding her face in his neck, beaming blissfully.
"I didn't know you were coming!" He mumbled into her hair, holding her tighter.
"Neither did I untill this morning...Albus." She explained, leaning back to look at his face, which held the heartbreaking boyish smile she loved so much.
He leaned in, and captured her lips, kissing her softly, passionalty. Her eyes fell closed, and she all but sighed into him, relxing against his musculed chest, kissing him back with equal adoration.
He pulled back, looking deeply into her sparkling green eyes, and placing her feet back on the ground, but not letting her go.
"I've missed you princess." He rumbled deeply, one hand coming up to cup her jaw, and stroak her cheek.
"I've missed you too, so much." she replied vehemantly, turning her head to kiss his palm.
She looked at him for a long time, drinking im in. Trying to see any small changes that may have occured while they were appart. She re learnt his features, the sade of his eyes, curve of his lip...
"You have a new burn." she pointed out, running her thumb across his chin.
"One of the hatchlings." He grumbled, smiling down at her, she grinned back, standing on her toes to kiss his chin, directly over the new burn mark.
She then became aware of their enraptured audience, "We're being watched." She stage whispered, grinning wickedly. Charlie threw his head back and laughed, pulling her into his side, with one arm wrapped around her shoulders.
"Guys, this is Hermione." Charlie adressed the gaping dragon tamers, Hermione chuckled slightly, but smiled and waved her greeting anyway.
"Nice to meet you." she said to them, then looked up at charlie, raising an eyebrow when they stayed frozen.
Charlie was shaking his head, "Oi you lot, if you could stop staring at my girlfriend." He asked, waving his hands to get their attention. They seemed to come too a bit, looking shepishly at charlie.
"Wow." One particularly large man with sandy blond hair said, he blinked several times, as if trying to clear his head.
"This is the Hermione you've been writing to for the last three years...your little brothers best friend, Bookworm, tiny-Mione?" Asked another, incredulity strong in his voice.
"I'm famous." Hermione joked, grinning up at a now blushing Charlie, who grinned back, and shrugged.
"They wanted to know who made me write letters for the first time in five years..." he was noncomittal, but the tone of his voice made her think that it may not be that far from the truth.
"We've heared a lot about you." The first man spoke to her properly this time.
"Oh, bloody hell Char, what did you tell them?" Hermione asked, mock fear in her voice, charlie laughed and squeased her tighter.
"We've heared tales of a dragon patronus." The man teased.
"John..." Charlie warned, but Hermione was laughing.
"You know, I had a first year griffyndor girl ask me about that not so long ago." Hermione teased, the dragon tamers all chuckled deeply, like gravel being poured onto concreet.
Hermione pulled out her wand, and conjured Dracarys, who flew about the draon tamors, insprcting them thoroughly, befor coming back to Hermione and Charlie. Dracarys nuzzled Charlie's cheek before dissapearing. The crowd were impressed.
"How come she likes you more than me, she's my patronus?" Hermione mock pouted, charlie chuckled deeply, and pulled her further into his side.
"Animal magnatism." he replied, grinning down at her, earning a throaty chuckle, which gained the enraptured attention of every man listening.
"So you're the girl who's got our Charlie all soft and smooshy?" Asked a shorter man to Hermione's right, approval alight in his eyes.
"Smooshy?" Hermione giggled, looking up at Charlie who was now grimacing, his expression only made her giggle harder. He groaned and hit his forhead with the palm of his hand.
"I don't now why I thought it would be a good idea to let you lot anywhere near her." Charlie groused to mingled snorts and guffaws from the men around them.
"Affraid we'll steal her away?" asked a handsom dark haired man, who winked roagishly at Hermione. She didn't even flinch, used to men flirting with her by now. She just chuckled, as did Charlie.
"She'd kick your arse if you tried." He said surley, pride in his voice, as he smiled down at the little witch under his arm. That comment got a few raised eyebrows.
"Seriously?" An australian man asked delightedly, his eyes sizing Hermione up, as if she were an opponeant in a boxing ring.
"Yes Steve, seriously, and no, you cannot fight her." Charlie said flatly, Hermione threw her head back and laughed at the dissapointed look on the Auzzies face.
"Maybe next time." She said to him, sending him a grin that made him blink blankly for several moments. The men watching laughed boysterously, seeming to heartily approve of the new addition to their little miss mached family.
"She's brilliant, Char." The handsome one chortled, grinning down at Hermione happily.
"Ok," charlie said, pulling the mens attention from Hermione, "How long are you here?" he asked. Hermione blinked sheepishly.
"Um, actually, I sort of dumped Albus back up the road, so I haven't got a clue, he said a day or so though..." she admitted, blushing prettily.
Charlie laughed and so she took the oppertunity to tickle him under his ribbs. He retaliated by throwing her over his shoulder, and holding her there firmly. It took a few moments for her to squirm out of his grasp, and flip gracefully from his shoulder, landing behind him and jumping onto his back again, careful to keep her skirt down.
Charlie craned his neck, looking around at her grinning, she chuckled and pressed a swift kiss to his cheek, "I win." she smirked.
"Don't you always princess?" He teased, walking with her still on his back, his hands wrapped around her leggs, towards the main building on the reserve, to try and find the abandoned greatest wizard of all time. They were both wrapped up in eachother, and oblivious to the hoard of dragon tamers who followed behind them, staring in fascination at the new couple.
Once they had found Dumbledore, who was thoughrily amused by an apologetic Hermione, they learent that the had the whole day, night and most of tomorrow together, much to their delight.
They spent most of their first day in the company of the other dragon tamers, who were enchanted by the young witch, and would bend over backwards for her, much to Charlie's mingled amusement and chagrin.
Hermione came to thnk of them as older brothers. Wyatt, Charlie's best mate, a dark haired, handsome tamer, with a roagish grin and slight welsh accent, quickly became a friend and brother to Hermione, so strong was their connection, you would think they had known eachother years.
James, a scottish tamer, and Scott, and Auzzie, were very much like fred and george, only they flirted with her shamlessly, all in good fun, mind you, Charlie had seen to that.
They wandered the reserve, Hermione met Aput, who flew delightedly over to Charlie when he arrievd, and then proceeded to sniff hermione curiously, before nuzzling her cheek, and landing happily on her shoulder, much to the watching tamer's amazement.
Hermione and Charlie went to lunch in the large canteen with the other dragon tamers they had spent the morning with. Upon arrival, Hermione was surprised to see that there were in fact a great many women on the reserve.
"The healer staff." Charlie explained to her, noticing her curious look. It wasn't that she thought women incapable of Dragon taming, it was just that these women were most deffinatley not tamers.
They all had the air of Lavander Brown about them, tight clothing, and a lot of make up. Hermione noticed she was being glaired at by a large number of these women, she cringed internally, she didn't fancy being on the recieving end of those nails.
Charlie noticed her reaction and laughed, "Don't tell me you're scared of a few nasty looks, not after I watched you with Bill, and that guy twice your size in diagon alley." He asked incredulously.
"Girls are nasty fighters, worse than blokes in some ways, " she muttered to him, "Plus, they've all been working on a dragon reserve too long, and have grown tallons." She grinned wickedly, looking up at him from beneath her eyelashes.
The dragon tamers at her table all started howling with laughter, having all been listening to the hushed conversation.
Wyatt then spoke up, "It's true, i've still got the scratch marks." And proseeded to pull off his shirt, and show them his back.
Hermione joined in the laughter, her bell like voice floating above the deep tamers laughter, and attracting the attention of the others in the canteen. They looked at her in curiosity, hatred, jelousy, lust. But she was unaware for the moment, too buisy laughing happily.
Their laughter continued through lunch, everyone chatting merrily. But just after everyone had finished eating they were intertupted by a talloned hand tapping her shoulder. She followed the arm connected to the hand, and met with a bleached blond woman, waring a lot of makeup, and very little clothing.
The men at the table had all fallen silent, watching with bated breath.
"Hi." Blondy said brightly, shoving her hand in Hermione's face to shake. Hermione leaned back slightly, her eyebrows raising infinitesemally, she shook the had never the less.
"Hello." She replied politley, confustion evidents for all to hear.
"You must be new here, I'm Wendy." she announced, placing a talloned hand over her exposed clevage, indicating herself.
"I'm Hermione, and I'm just visiting..." Hermione began, but was cut off by blondy again.
"I knew it, when they said Char had a family friend coming. You're Harry Potter's friend aren't you, the one who dated Viktor Krum?" She asked excitedly.
Hermione tried to ignore the anger that spiked in her at hearing Charlie's nickname, her back had stiffened slightly.
"Um?" Hermione began, tacken aback by the forthrightedness of this woman.
"You are aren't you? Is it true you went to the yuel ball with Krum, and that he wanted you to visit him over the summer, to be intorduced to his family, and that you fought death eater's in the mynystry, and got cursed, and..." Wendy kept whittering on, untill Hermione cut her off.
"Viktor and I were only friends, same with Harry. Yes I fought at the mynystry and got cursd, so did many others." She said, with such finallity in her voice that Wendy wondered away, looking shocked.
"Bloody skeeta." Hermione grouched, turning back to the table, to be met with several sets of surprised eyes. She sighed, and leaned her head on Charlie's shoulder, his hand went to her knee again.
"Go on." She said to the dragon tamers, who all started speaking at once. When there was a pause, Hermione spoke.
"Yes Viktor and I went to the ball, but we were only friends, same with Harry. Yes Viktor is still playing for Bulgaria, yes he wanted me to visit, but I said no, I'm here aren't I?" She asked rhetorically.
"Yes i fought in the mynystry with Harry, No i won't tell you what over. Yes i was cursed, yes it hurt." She answered their questiones swiftly and effectivley.
"I didn't know dragon tamers liked gossip." She teased at the end, earning some chuckles and a fair few blushes from the men around her. Charlie was still scowling slightly at the way Hermione was interrogated, but she placed a hand on his thigh, squeasing gently, and her relaxed, smiling down at her.
After lunch, the went back to Charlie's flat, just the two of them. they walked hand in hand through the bright sunshine, towards the keepers accomaation. charlie let them into his quarters, whic was warmly deccorated, and reminded her of a tidyer burow.
Looking about the room, she realised that this must be Charlie's house. It was facinating, they had landed in a living room, decorated in cream, with an enourmous fire place and many comfortable looking chairs. On the walls hung pictures of his various family members, friends from school an from work.
There was even a picture of the two of them together, at the world cup. They were chatting to eachother, sitting crossed legged on the floor inside the tent. Charlie was leaning back against one ofthe old sofa's, watching Hermione talk animatedlt about something and laughing with her, neither of then knew the picture was being taken, they had eyes for no one but eachother. Hermione couldn't remember what they were talking about, she only vaguely remebered the conversation at all.
"Bill took that." Charlie's voice came from close behind her, making her jump guiltily, Charlie grinned at her.
"He sent it to me after the world cup, I never knew he'd taken it." He admitted, rubbing the back of his neck, and looking at the floor, with a half smile on his lips. He looked adorable, and Hermione reached out to touch his cheek, smiling as he leaned his head into her hand.
She leaned up on her toes to kiss him, their lipps meeting for the first time in four long months. She sighed, it was like finding something you hadn't known you'd lost, feeling whole again. She leaned into his embrace, their kiss speaking for them, saying how much the had missed one anther.
When Charlie gently bit down on her bottom lip, making her moan, he took advantage and slipped his tougne inside her mouth. She was pressed as close to him as she could get, and was still straining closer. He stooped slightly, placing his large hands under her thighs, and lifting her to him, her leggs wrapping around his trim waist as her head fell back.
Charlie kissed the direct line from her mouth, along her jaw and neck, stopping to nuzzle the juncture between her neck and shoulder, before travelling lower, trailing kisses, and nuzzling sweetly between her breast, making her thread her finger through his hair.
She yanked his lips desperatley back to her own, kissing him with a passion of lovers who had been long parted. Her hands where gripping his shoulders, as his were stroaking from her hips up to her waist and back again repeatedly.
Utelizing her veela strength, she leaned back, gripping him with her thigh muscues, and used her hands to dragg her top over her head, and then do the same with his. She mewled at the feel of his skin against her own, after so long. He was kissing her exposed flesh feverishly, sucking, leavinglove bites all over her shoulders and chest.
He unsnapped her bra, throwing it somewhere, and then captured one of her rose blush nipples in his mouth, sucking, an watching in awe as Hermione's mouth fell open in pleasure.
She could feel him getting hard through their jeans, and unwound her leggs from him, to slide torturously down his firm body. Once on the ground, she fell to her knees, and ripped at his belt and jeans, pulling them away, and throwing them behind her.
They hadn't even made it to the bed room, still in the living room of Charlie's flat. She pushed him against a wall, almost roughly, and her mouth descended on him hungrily. They both moaned at the contact, Charlie's head hitting the door with a resounding thud as she brought him to pieces with her mouth.
He pulled her to her feet, before it was all over, pinning her to the wall, with both hands above her head in one of his own. With his other hand he tore away her skirt, and then her silk underwear, flinging the behind him, muttering the contraseptive charm desparatley.
He pushed her leggs open, using his thighs to press her against the wall, before he entered her in one swift thrust. Low groans escaped them, as they fell back into the familiar feeling. Charlie began rocking into her, slowly, making her mewl and whimper, her hipps trying to swivel for more contanct, but the wall hindering her.
Charlie watched her through half closed eyes, a slight smirk on his face as she clawed at his back desparatley. He kissed along her bare shoulder, and sucked at her pulse point, gradually making his thrusts deeper, but keeping them slow.
The deeper his thrusts became, the closer to the edge Hermione went. Sparks of pleasure shooting from her core, throughout her entire body, untill her leggs where quivering, and her hipps trusting sinfully.
The first time she came, she thought her leggs woud give out, she was still pressed against the wall, with Charlie nuzzling her neck, but he continued to thrust, keeping to that torturously slow pace, and building her up to release all over again.
The second time she came her leggs did give out, and Charlie lifted her, but kept her pressed against the wall, as she let out a strangled sob of pleasure, and a shudder ran through her body. But he didn't stop, he still kept thrusting.
He was breathing heavily in his effort to hold back, sweat running down his glistening body, as he pushed her over the edge a third time, effectivley turning her into an incoherant mess, only being held up by the wall and his strong arms.
He finally came to the end of his controll, seeing her scream in exstacy a third time, and plowed into her, thrusting viciously. It was quick, and hard, and passionate, and when she climaxed for the fourth time, he came with her.
They screamed eachothers names, collapsing against eachother, breathing heavily. There were tears running down Hermione's face, which Charlie kissed away gently, returning her feet to the floor, where she wobbled dangerously.
They headed straight to bed, forgetting about dinner, intent of a repeat performance, or several. When they finally wnet to sleep that night, they were both exhausted, but sated. Hermione wasn't sure she would be able to walk the next day, but honestly didn't care.
Hermione awoke the next morning to an irritating knocking noise, which wouldn't go away. She grumbled as she felt Charlie slide out of bed from beside her, and hopefully go and kill whoever was making the racket. She listened to him mumble to himself darkly as he shuffled towards the froont door.
Hermione took the oppertunity to take stock, her muscules were aching as if she had run a marathon, but she felt better rested than she had in a long time, due, she thouhgt, to being in charlie's arms again.
After a few moments charlie hadn't returned, and Hermione decided to go and see if he needed rescuing from the visitors. Looking around the room, she realised that all of her clothes were either thrown about the floor in the living room, or in her beaded bag, also in the livingroom.
She blushed scarlet, thinking of one of the dragon tamers happening across her bra. Quickly, she pulled on a shirt from Charlie's wardrobe, buttoning it, and rolling up the sleeves. It fell to mid thigh, and so was perfectly decent.
Looking in the mirror made her groan, she had multiple love bites on her neck and chest, and her hair looked...well, like she'd been ravaged. Her black curls tumbled crazily over her shoulders, it was wild, and sinfull.
She walked from Char's bed room, and followed the smell of coffee, towards the little kitchen, that she hadn't seen yet.
It was occupied by what looked to be the entire dragon reserve, who were all firing questions at a shirtless, though wearing low slung pajama trousers, tired looking Charlie.
"Word is you have a real gorgeous gall hidden up here." One man was saying, she recognised him vaguley, and thought he might have been in the canteen while they ate lunch yesterday.
"Where is she then, john said she was a stunner." Said one of the tamers she hadn't seen before.
"Not got her locked in your room, have you chaz?" teased another, she recognised Wyatts voice, and rolled her eyes fondly.
Charlie was grimacing tiredly, and fumbling with the coffee, trying to ignore his mates comments, at least untill he was awake enough to deal with them.
Hermione grinned wickedly to herself, before prowling seductivley into the kitchen, earning complete silence as her welcome. she walked over to charlie, aware that all eye were on the rolling prowl of her hipps, and dangerous sway of her behind.
"Morning Char." She siad, leaning up to kiss him softly. Her voice was rough from sleep, deep and throaty, she could have sworn she heared a few groans from the tamers. They took in her state of dress, wild hair, swolen lipps and love bites, and several eyes darkened.
"Morning Princess." he murmured against her lipps, smirking slightly at his coluges reaction to her entrance. She leaned up on her toes to whisper in his ear, although it was so silent that the whole room heared anyway.
"I hope you don't mind, i borrowed one of your shirts...My stuff never made it to the bedroom last night." This time she deffinatley heared moans, coupled with swollowing and shifting of bodys.
Charlie grinned down at her sexily, his arms snaking around her waist, pulling her againt him, "Anytime, Princess." His voice was a husky growl, and had she been wearing underwear, it would have been soaked. He smirked at her knowingly.
There was a throat clearing from behind her, and she turned, arching a delicate eyebrow at wyatt, who looked a little awkward.
"Well, if you will insist on causing trouble this early in the morning wyatt..." Hermione teased, making charlie chuckle, and Wyatt grin down at his new adoptive little sister.
"I live for trouble, bach." He said, his welsh accent becoming more noticable with the term of endeerment.
"So, early morning kitchen party, or...?" Charlie aksed the men in is kitchen, who all shuffled awkwardly, making Charlie roll his eyes.
"Right...so if you're all done gawking at my girlfriend, could you kindly bugger off." He said flatly, making hermione let lose a throaty chuckle. The men just nodded mutly, incapable of words, and shuffled obediantly from the flat, looking slightly dazed.
"Honeslty..." charlie said, as he turned back to Hermione, he grinned woolfishly, "I think I may need my shirt back." He said, mock seriously.
Hermione pretended to think for a moment, before slowly unbuttoning the shirt, and letting it slip seductivley from her shoulders, watching as charlie's eyes widened first in shock, then darkened promissingly.
She laughed as he dragged her back to his bedroom, mumbling that locking her there might not be such a bad idea after all.
All too soon for Hermione and charlie, their little time together was over, and they were standing before their friends and Dumbledore, ready to part again.
"I love you pricess, wirte when you get back, and i'll see you soon." charlie mumbled into her hair. Hermione was figting tears again, hugging him as tightly as she could.
She nodded, and kissed him with all the passion she could muster, which was a lot if the woolf whistles from the onlookers where any indication. The two broak appart, laughing at their friends enthusiasm.
"Love you too, Char." Hermione said, as she pulled away from him, and headed back to where Dumbledore was waiting for her, with a portkey to take her back.
She couldn't quite convince herself she was going home, for it seemed to her now, that home was where ever Charlie was, where ever they were together.
It was lunch time when Hermione and Albus returned to Hogwarts, and both went directly from the circular headmaster's office, where they had landed, to the great hall. Hermione used the walk to lunch to inspect the clothing she was wearing, and slap herself mentally.
She was still dressed ofr the Romanian weather, in the tinest denim shorts, barley reaching the tops of her thighs, low slung on her hipps. They were lose, but fit her bum like a work of art. Her long leggs were bare, and she had her old ratty converse on her feet.
On top she wore a plain white camisole, which was tucked into her shorts and showed her dark green silk bra strap. She had stuffed her beaded bag into the tiny pocket of her shorts, and her wand she had slid into her hair, twisting it through a messy bun for safe keeping.
The hall all turned as the double doors opened, and Dumbledre and she walked in. The headmaster went directly to the top table, and Hermione's eyes quickly hunted for her friends in the crowd. She dashed towards a smirking Ginny, who wasn't looking at her face.
"Charlie was pleased to see you then?" She asked dryly, looking pointedly at Hermione's neck and shoulders. Confused, Hermione pulled her beaded bacg from her pocket, fishing for a mirror.
"KROVAVYY CHERT VOZ'MI!" Hermione swore loudly. She had completley forgotten about Charlie's love bites, which were completley on display. She turned bright red as she realised thatshe had been chatting casually with Albus Dumbledore for the last thirty minutes, and he had never said a word.
Ginny was laughing hysterically, and there was a fair amount of giggling coming from up and down the hall. Harry looked pained, and was determinatley not looking at the irl he thought of as a sister.
"Here." He grunted, handing her his hooded jumper, which she quickly slid her arms into, and zipped up to her neck.
"I can't belive I was with Dumbledore the whole time, and didn't notice." Hermione mumbled into her hands, which was too much for Ginny, who now had tears running down her face, and was wheezing. Even Harry cracked a weak smile.
Hermione just burrowed into her borrowed jumper, still red faced, and refused to make eye contact with any giggling students.