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Chapter 40.
Harry's birthday was celabrated in spectaculare fashion. They day dawned bright and sunny, and Harry was awoken by Hermione and Ginny jumping excitedly on his bed.
"Happy Birthday harry!" Hermione sang, as Ginny proceeded to kiss the boy who lived sensless. When they finally drew back for breth, Harry had gone beetrood red, and was furiously avoiding a laughing Hermione's eyes.
"C'mon, breakfast." Ginny said, all but dragging her boyfriend from bed, and dashing to his trunk to pull out clean cothes.
"Ginny!" He exclaimed in embarassment, as a fresh pair of boxers landed on his head, both girls rolled their eyes.
"Dress!" Ginny instruted, before vacating the room. Hermione saw harry give a sarcastic sallute, before she too left, shutting the door behind her.
The two girls rushed down the stone stepps, to the common room of the north wing, where the rest of the castle where waiting silently, with various balloons and banners.
They all laughed quietly as they listened to harry grumble about 'girlfriend' and 'lucky i love her' all the way down the stepps. At the last comment hermione turned to look at Ginny, who's face had blossomed into a radiant smile. Dora and Fleur high fived and Hermione actually punched the air in celebracion, whilst Ginny beamed uncontrollably.
Harry's entrance into the circular common room was met with a rousing chorus of; "HAPPY BIRTHDAY HARRY!"
"BLIMEY!" Harry yelled, jumping a foot in the air, and making his friends laugh. "Thanks guys." he said, grinning sheepishly at them, looking a bit embarrased.
He was promptly pulled into a bone crushing hug by Sirius, who was a bit emotional, and bumbling about his godson being 'all grown up', and how 'proud james and Lily would have been.'
He then presented Harry with his gift. It was customary to give a wizard a watch wen they came of age, and this one had belonged to harry's father. Sirius had had it for safe keeping, untill he was old enough.
Harry swollowed thickly as her pulled a choked Sirius back in for another hug, and many in the room where whiping teary eyes.
He was next pulled into an exphyxiating hug by Mrs Weasley, who kept pinching his cheeks as she survayed him with a watery smile, they exchanged quiet words, and hugged once more before breaking appart.
Harry was hug and wished well by everyone, and recived a great many facsinating gifts. among them where a mole skin pouch, for Hagrid, which was extreemly rare, and usefull, enough murchendise to destroy the castle three times over from fred and George, a magical razor form Bill and fleur, a large bottle of everlasting fire wiskey from lupin and dora, (chosen by the latter, harry thought), and a truley intreaguing box from ginny, that harry was told to open later, that had recieved a hystericall reaction from her brothers! Fleur, Hermione and Dora however had found it quite funny.
Hermione and Charlie had gotten Harry's gift in two parts. The first was a new sneakoscope, top of the range, and infallible. The second was a design for a tattoo, created from protection runes.
"It's no hungarian horntail, but..." Charlie teased, as harry grinned happily at the circular runic inscription. Hermione grinned as harry bared his forarm to her, she waved her wand, and laughed delightedly as harry pulled her into a tight hug.
"That's awesome!" He told her, grinning boyishly, and making Hermione giggle fondly.
The rest of harry's birthday was spent as a group, they ate together, chated and played various games. Then after dinner the party began in earnest. Everyone had retired to their rooms to change, and it only took twenty minutes for Ginny to come barging int the room of requirement, Dora and Fleur in toe, and to throw Charlie out, claming they needed girl time.
He grumbled quietly, before kissing Hermione softly, and promising that he wouldn't be far away if she needed him.
Once he was gone, the three women rounded on Ginny.
"Well, come on then!" Dora demanded eagerly.
"Don't think we didn't notice you and Harry...he loves you!" Hermione exclaimed joyfully, almost jumpng up and down in her excitment.
"I know!" Ginny said smugly, smiling, and blushing uncharactaristically bashfully.
"Awwwwwwww." The three women chorused, grinning happily at the youngest member of their little sisterhood.
"Soooooooo, you came down to breakfast together the morning after the wedding..." hermione trailed off sugestivley, and Ginny blushed scarlet.
Dora and Fleur actually screamed, "How didn't we know about this?!" Dora said indignantly, but Fleur batted her way.
"Never mind zat, how was it?" She asked eagerly, all three of the older women leaned in, and Ginny looked at her feet, her cheeks pink, and a sligt smile curving her lipps.
"It was perfect." she mumbled quietly. All of the women sighed, basking in young love for a moment, before being snapped back to earth by Fleur.
"We must make sure you look fantastique zis evening!" She said, a calculating look in her eye as she survayed Ginny from top to bottom.
"Excellent." Dora breathed, rubbing her hands together. Ginny sent Hermione a nervous look, which she replied with a smirk, glad it wasn't her playing dress up for a change.
"What d'yuu think, a dress?" Hermione suggested, going to the wardrobe in the corner of the room, and pulling out several dresses in various colours and styled.
"Oui!" Fleur said, as if Hermione where an idiot, Hermione didn't comment, just held the dresses up for inspection.
"In my opinion, you can't go wrong with a little black dress." Dora said wickedly, holding up the tinyest dress Hermione had ever seen. Really, she thought, it would be worth Ginny wearing it just for the reaction it would get, from harry and her brothers.
Ginny pulled on the tiny black garment, which clung to her every curve. It was strapless, and finished an inch above her knee. Struck by inspiration, hermione waved her hand over the young witch, and her long firey hair transformed into lushous curls, that tumbled wickedly past her shoulders, from an angel to asiren in seconds.
"Brilliant." Dora patted hermione on the back, and then proseeded to apply red lipstick, mascara and eyeliner to Ginny, while Fleur finished tayloring the dress to fit her properly.
With another wave of her wand, Hermione painted Ginny's finger and toe nails, a deep blood red, to match her lipps, she chuckled evily to herself.
"Harry's going to have a coronary!" she chuckled again, along with the two older women. Ginny just looked nervous. Once they were done, the three witches lowered their wands, and stepped back, apprasing their work. They all broke into smiles, and fleur ushured Ginny to the mirror, where her mouth fell open.
She looked older, captavating with her firey curls, a siren with blod red lipps. She shrieked with delight, making Fleur and Hermione's sensative veela hearing complain, then threw herslef at her sisters in an exhuberant hug. They all chuckled fondly, disentangling themselves to get changed.
Hermione turned back to her wardrobe, rifling through the many dresses she owned, but not really finding one that stood out. She had just been about to fetch Fleur and Dora, who were buisy getting dressed on the other side of the room, when she spotted it.
It, was a black, backless jumpsuit. Pulling it on, Hermione looked in the miror and beamed. It was a halter neck, with a plunging neckline, exposing a lot of creamy skin. It was also completley backless, all the way to the top of her shapley behind, the curve of which stood out spectacularly.
It was tight in the front, clinging magically to her tiny waist, over her hips and backside, before flaring into wide legg, floaty trousers. The leggs themselves where flaired, and made of sheer black material from mid thigh downwards.
Grining to herslef, Hermione pulled her hair back int a messy bun laving a few lose starnds to frame her face, revealing the tattoo on her spine, which stood out, black ink on creamy flesh. The pendant her parents had given her was visible with the low v-neck, it fell tantelisingly between her breasts, reasting just bellow them, against her sternum.
She pulled on the rediculously high black heels she had worn to her engagement party, and applied some red lipstick, like Ginny, and mascara and eyeliner. She also, like Ginny, charmed her finger and tonails blood red.
Looking in the mirror, she nodded her approval. She looked, in Charlie's words, 'sexy as hell'. The jumpsuit ftr her like a glove, exposing just enough skin to be sexy, but not so much as would make her uncomfortable. The heels and the way the material clung to her form also emphasized the way she prowled when she walked.
She heared and appresiative whistle form behind her, and turned to see the other women looking at her appresiativley.
"Fleur and Dora are married, but you could run away with me!" Ginny teased, wiggling her eyebrows lecharously, and making them laugh happily. Looking at her sisters, Hermione to whistled appresiatlvley.
"Looking good." she winked flirtaciously, erning more laughter.
Fleur was wearing a dress very similar to Ginny's, only it was silver, and had little strapps that fell off her shoulders. It made her curves look spectaculare. She had also curled her hair into soft bombshell waves, her heavy fringe falling seductivley onto her face partly. Her lipps where a deep pink, as where her cheeks, and she had silver eye makup.
Dora was also in a dress, though it was looser, she was starting to get self consious about her weight, more from all the cheese cake she had been eating that the baby though.
It was made of a floaty gauze material that fell to her knees, and was a pale pink, matching her hair, which she had pined back elegantly. She wore flat, satin slipers on her feet, and no make up, being that she glowed radiantly from her pregangcy anyway.
"Ready everyone?" Hermione asked, but the question was really directed at Ginny. The young witch took several steadying breaths, and then nodded, getting supportive smiles from the watching witches.
They wandered through the deserted castle, chatting and laughing merrily, earning appresiative looks and comments from many of the paintings they passed. As Fleur sauntered passed, even the portrate of the monks making wine gaped, then began praying very loudly about angels.
They walked into the common room of north tower, where everyone bar Harry and Sirius where all ready congragated. They caused quite the comotion, earning wholf whistles and cat calls, then when the Weasley boys saw Ginny, horrified looks and blatant threats towards harry's well being. Hermione wasn't sure which made the women laugh harder.
She walked seductivley over to Charlie, who's eyes darkened as they watched the progression of her hipps. She grinned wickedly as she lifted her head to kiss his lipps gently, a grin that only intensified when Charlie layed a hand on her back, only to meet with bare skin, and growl quietly.
"You look gorgous Princess." He purred into her ear, and she wondered if the room could see the shiver running down her exposed spine. She kissed him again gently, before turning to talk to some of the other guests.
Charlie wrappd an arm posessivley around her tiny waist, pulling her to lean back against his chest, and pressing kisses to her shoulder, and the back of her neck.
It seemed that Fleur was in much the same situation as her, with Bill wrapped posessvley around her, nuzzling her neck from behind, his arms caging her to him. The two part veela's cought eachother's eyes, and exchanged smug smiles.
It seemed that remus had cut out the middle man, and just pulled Dora to sit directly onto his lap, both arms hugging her saccurley to him, his chin resting in her shoulder. Hermione grinned at the happy couple, watching fondly as Dora placed a hand over Remus', on her stomach.
Harry was greeted by a loud chorus of happy birthday, and lotts of fire works courtasy of the twins. He didn't seem to notice tough, having eyes for nothing and no one but Ginny. The two stared at eachother from across the room, and Hermione, Fleur and Dora watched happily as they walked towards eachother, and wordlessly held hands, Harry grinning down at Ginny, who blushed happily.
Hermione sighed, and leaned back in Charlie's arms, "I love it when a plan comes together!" Fleur and Dora nodded happily, they were also still smiling at the young couple, and leaning back into their lover's embraces.
As the party wore on, the music started, - the wierd sisters- and the drinks begn to flow. Hermione and Charlie spoke to several people, they chatted with Hagrid for a while, Hermione asking how grawp was, which led to her explaning to a horrified Charlie that grawp was still fairly close by.
They danced some too.
Hermione was thrown about in a dramtic tango with Sirius, and then sandwiched between the twins for an equally agressive, three person fox trot. How the hell the men managed to inturprit so many diffrent dances into the wierd sister was beyond her.
She always found her way back to Charlie for the slow dances, resting her head against his shoulder, while his warm hand splayed across her bare back. They swayed happily, closing their eyes, and just focusing on eachother, the feel, smell, how at home they were in eachother's arms.
And were eventually roaped into a drinking game.
Sirius and Bill had collected what looked to be enough alcohol to kill a small village, and where filling various glasses and tumlers, placing them on a table in the centre of the room.
"Does anyone else see this not ending well?" Hermione asked concersationally, earning apprehensive chuckles.
"Now, good people, the name of the game, is ibble dibble!" Sirius began pompusly, he eplained the rules, and conjured a cork, with one blackened end.
The game was brutal, mainly because people where starting fairly drunk to begin with, and so got penalty's easily, and consaquently got even drunker. It was a vicious cycle.
It also had a lot to do with the fact that nobody was entirley sure what they where drinking, just grabbing a random glass filled with various coloured liquids from the table and draining it.
After that game, they desended into truth or dare, which was hillarious, and embarrasing in equal mesure. The penalty for baulching was a whole glass from the table of mysteries.
Hermione learent that Sirius had had sex in every room that he had known of in Hogwarts, something that horrifies her, but at the same time wasn't surprising.
"What, even the girl's bath rooms?" Ginny asked, Sirius nodded proudly.
"Dumbledore's office?" hermione asked slyly, shooting the headmaster a sideways glance, he had his mouth pressed in a thin line, which could have indicated humor or revultion, perhaps both.
"Hehe, yep, Sorry Albus." Sirius had said, grinning sheepishly.
Fleur had apparently been hit on by one of the wierd sisters during the Yual Ball for the tri wizard, again, this didn't shock Hermione at all. And the twins held the record for most detentions between them, more even than the marrauders had, not even a little surprising.
The real shocks came from the quiet ones, it was always the quiet ones, Hermione thought. Molly had apparently brewed love potions in her school days, to be used by the other girls on unsuspecting victims, and Mcgonagall had had an affair with a muggle farmer in her youth.
But perhaps the biggest shock of the night came from Hermione. The question had come from sirius, who had been curious to know if anyone else had ever been to prison. there were mainly resounding 'No's', untill they reached Hermione.
She reached for a drink from the table of mysteries, and downed it quickly, while everyone realed in shock.
"YOU'VE BEEN IN PRISON?" Harry demanded, shock written all over his face.
"Not exactly, I may, however, have almost been arrested...maybe." She admitted, taking in the shocked looks about the room, and downing another unknown drink.
"I've got to hear this." Dora mumbled, looking at her expectantly.
"My muggle older cousins had been visiting for the summer, and one night my parents went awy to a work confrence, leaving just them and me in the house. Of course they thought it would be a brilliant idea to throw a party...It was the summer before fifth year, before I came to Grimauld Place." she had the rooms rapt attention now.
"Anyway, no adults, throw a party...long story short, somehow we ended up out of the house, and in a public museum...at two in the morning." Hermione cringed as those listening whistled and jeered.
"Yep, the police showed up, and I was under age, so they technically could have taken me into custody, but...uh, I may have snuck away before they saw me, and left my cousins to it. Pleaded ignorance to my parents for years...don't think they were fooled mind." Hermione finished, smiling sadly.
"Blimey." fred slurred, shaking his head drunkenly.
"You're something else, Mione." Dora was laughing, and the others nodded, looking at her with wide eyes.
Soon after that story, which nobody could top, the dares began.
The results where catastrophic. Fred and George had gotten sloshed early on, and had convinced eachother to get tattoo's, not even as a dare, and as a result, they now both had WWW inked across their forheads. Hermione couldn't wait to see the reaction that got in the morning.
At one point, an enebriated Fred dared Hermione and Fleur to switch underwear, earning scowls from Bill and charlie. Hermione was looking forward to reminding Fred of this conversation, to see his reaction to wanting his third twin out of her underwear.
Fleur, who was beyond tipsy at this point, was giggling as she shook her head. Hermione quickly cottoned on, after all, she herself hadn't been able to wear a bra with her jump suit, so anything beneath fleur's dress was out of the question.
"That's not going to work, boys." hermione told the twins.
"Why not?" Sirius demanded indignantly, hermione was getting so much excellent blackmail material tonight!
"Because," Fleur began, her voice deep and throaty, "Nous ne portons pas de sous-vêtements." She finished, her voice a sultry whisper, that had a lot of men in the room staring, wide eyed.
"What?" George asked, blinking stupidly, Hermione muffled her lughter into Charlie's chest, from her place in his lap.
"We lack a few nessecary things to complete that dare." hermione said, looking at the twins, and wondering how long it would take them to decipher the sentance, with their alcohol addled minds.
"You're not wearing..." Ginny hiccoughed, giggling slightly at her older sisters, who both leaned forwards in fluid motions to down a glass from the table. The twins made choking noises, and eyes wideded about the room.
The room watched them hungrily, and fleur and hermione were both hugged fiercly into their respective lover's chests when they sat back once more.
After three rounds of fuzzy duck, things were getting out of hand.
Sirius and Lupin started by getting giggly, then singing along to the wierd sisters, then dancing along, and where now once again declairing their undying love for one another. Hermione had been sure to get a great many picture of everyone as the night progressed.
Mr and Mrs Weasley where curled in a love seat by the corner, giggling with eachother, and whispering into eachother's ears, something the weasley siblings tried very hard to ignore. Bill and Fleur weren't much better, having curled up on an arm chair, and proseeded to eat eachother's faces.
Albus, Snape and Mcgonagall had started a game of poker in one corner of the room, and where playing for chocolate frog cards. Sprout, Flitwhick and Hagrid where giggling merily, and changing the words in 'odo the hero' to make a rude version, whilst each smoking pipes, that belched large cloudes of multy coloured smoke.
Ginny and Harry where in a quiet corner, still holding hands, and talking together in hushed voices, Hermione thanked her lucky stars that she was the only one sober enough to notice when they left together.
The party had disbanded by three in the morning, many had retired to bed, most had crashed out in the common room itself. Hermione walked barefoot through the castle, carrying her heels in one hand, and guiding a giggling charlie with the other.
It was slow progress back to the room of requirement, but they got there eventually. Hermione waved her hand, letting her hair down, and then set about helping charlie out of his shirt and jeans.
He watched quietly as she unbuttoned and then removed his dress shirt, then did the same with his jeans. His eyes traced the dark lashed framing her kind green eyes, and the cute little button nose, that wrinkled as she concentrated.
He raised a large hand to gently trace her delicate cheek bone, startling her into looking up at him. He smiled shyly, running his thumb over her parted lipps.
"You're beautiful." He murmured, he sounded awed, reverant. Hermione's insdes melted slightly at the honest, boyish smile on his face, and she leand up on her tip toes to kiss him gently.
She pulled away quickly, and Charlie pouted, making her chuckle. Turning, she walked over to the wardrobe, and pulled some sleep trousers for Charlie, handing them to him, he took them into the bathroom with him, and then grabbing a silk night gown for herself.
She had bought several silk night dresses in hogsmeed with Ginny, but hand't worn them yet.
The one she pulled on was black silk, stopping high up on her thighs, and with thin strapps on her shoulders. It was form fitting, flowing over her body almost sinfully. She swayed her hips tipsily as she prowled into the bathroom, washing the make up from her face, and brushing her teeth.
When she had entered the bathroom, Charlie had had his face bent over the sink, washing it, his eyes closed. When she finished herslef, she found Charlie was watching her, his eyes roaming over her form, as it curved over the porsalain sink.
He walked towards her, his eyes blazing dark fire, and the muscules in his chest tought. His hands slid over her silk covered hips, to her waist, pulling her gainst him, and leaning down to kiss her hungrily.
They backed from the bathroom, never breaking the kiss, only stopping when the backs of hermione's knees hit the bed, and they toppled onto it in a tangle of lims. Charlie pulled back, gazing down at the flushed witch beneath him, her dark curls fanned across the bed around her.
Leaning back down, he began pressing kisses along her throat, to the top of her night gown. His nose trailed over the fabric, down her flat stomach, the back up to her beasts. His hands slid long her thighs, up under the dress, along her hipps and ribbs, pushing the dress up as he went, untill it was bunched abut her shoulders.
He latched onto one dusky nipple with his mouth, sucking gently, and eliciting a breathy moan from Hermione, who's hands slid up into Charlie's hair, twisting the strands gently. he kissed a lavish trail across her chest, capturing the other nipple, and torturing it slowly with his mouth.
Hermione brought her leggs up to wrap around charlie's waist, holding him against her, and rolled her hipps deliberatley against his, watching in delight as he stiffened, and shuddered.
He disentangled from her, pulling her to her knees on the bed before him, and trailing hungry kisses along her kneck as he moved around her, stopping when he was facing her back. She shivered as he pulled her night gown over her head, muttering the contraseptive charm as he did so.
She lifted her arms above her head as the gown came off, then fell forwands ont her hands, resting her weight on her forarms, against the matress, and pressing herself back into him, wiggling teasingly.
Charlie growled, and brough one large calloused hand to slowly stroak her backside, pinching teasingly. He had moved to kneel on the floor by the bed, his hands pulling her back towards him, close enough to devower her.
She was sure she would never get used to the magic his mouth caused her, sending shivers through her, and sparks of pure pleasure from her very core, to the tips of each strand of hair. His large hands stroked along her smooth legs, kneading the flesh tantelisingly.
Her hands had fisted in the bed sheets, and she was whimpering and mewling when he got to his feet, and placed both hands on her hipps, staying standing on the floor behind her. He slowly pushed into her, making her back arch at the new posission, and a soft growl escape his lips as her inner muscules clenched.
Once he was completley sheathed, he leaned forward, his front pressed into her back, and wrapped an arm around her waist, lifting her with him as he straightened up. She let her head fall beck onto his shoulder, as he kissed along her neck, nucking on her pulse point.
He began moving his hips slowly, rocking into her, keeping her tight aainst his chest. One hand came to cup her breast, squeasing, making her moan needily. The other hand slid down her flat stomach, rubbing slow circles againt her heated center.
Her hands were twisted into his firey hair, her eyes shut, and mouth parted slightly in pleasure. He began rocking faster, increasing the speed of the circling with his other hand as he wnet.
Her breathing was becoming shallow, and he was grunting with the effort of holding back, his muscules quivering, jaw clenched.
They both exploded together, gasping and shuddering, locked against one another, breathing heavily.
Hermione moved round so that she could kiss him, wrapping her arms around his neck, and pulling him to lay with her on the bed. They did eventually go to sleep that night.