Very Desirable by WeasleyForMe
It had begun unexpectedly. Now, a few months later, Charlie is back, and Hermione is determined to pick up where they left off.
Thanks to Lara Zed for beta reading!
Charlie pushed her gently against the tree trunk and took two large steps backward away from her. Hermione frowned at the lack of contact and had to hold onto the tree to keep herself balanced on unsteady legs. "What's wrong?" she whispered, but Charlie wasn't even looking at her. He was rubbing the back of his neck and squinting at the ground.
He started to pace, and Hermione grew quite nervous. She didn't want to press him for answers; she just wanted his lips on hers again, but it didn't seem that their thoughts were moving in the same direction.
"What if... what if I pretend to be sick, and I say I'm going home with you for medical attention?" Charlie asked, finally looking up at her hopefully.
Hermione snorted. "Percy will never believe that. And furthermore, your mum will never allow you to return to Romania if she suspects that you're feeling ill."
"Right. Yeah, you're right," Charlie agreed, rubbing his hands over his face. He wanted to spend the night with Hermione, but he didn't want to be so obvious about it.
Hermione reached for his hand and said, "We'll just play it by ear." With a wink, she turned and headed back to the party, leaving Charlie a minute to catch his breath.
"Where did you vanish off to?" Ginny asked her as soon as she resurfaced.
"Just went for a stroll," Hermione replied. She didn't like the way Ginny was suspiciously eyeing her as she was handed a slice of cake.
No sooner had she taken a bite of her cake did she see Charlie casually walking around the far side of the orchard, his hands shoved in his pockets. She watched him chatting with Fred and George, who were clearly well on their way to being drunk. This gave her an idea.
"Gin, I think I'm going to head home soon. Don't want to drink too much and end up with a hangover," she said as lightly as possible. She had a hard time lying to her friends.
"You've only have one glass of wine," Ginny contradicted.
Hermione laughed nervously. "Yes, but you know I don't usually drink at all. Best get home while I still can." She kissed her friend and thanked Molly and Arthur for the lovely dinner. Then she made her way to say goodbye to the twins who were conveniently still talking to Charlie. Fred and George each kissed her loudly on her cheeks at Charlie looked on in laughter.
Leaning in to hug Charlie, she whispered, "Meet me in the orchard when you're ready."
He watched her say farewell to the others and walk away, and not wanting to wait another minute, he found Percy. "Hey Perce, I'm going to head back to your flat now, if that's all right with you. Call it an early night."
Percy took a sip of wine and smirked at his brother. "Riiight," he said sarcastically. "Go have a good time with Hermione."
Charlie's eyes went wide and he couldn't think of any way to dispute his brother's words.
Percy laughed. "I won't say anything. If Mum asks, you're in my spare room, sound asleep."
Charlie sighed, thankful that his brother had finally loosened up a bit. "Thanks. I owe you," he said, clapping Percy on the back.
Deftly dodging his parents, Charlie trotted into the apple orchard and looked around for Hermione. It didn't take long before she reached out and grabbed his hand, guiding him into her arms. "Ready?" she asked, before apparating away with him.
They landed in the middle of her living room, and Hermione kicked off her shoes. Charlie barely had a moment to take in his surroundings before Hermione kissed him again. "Hey, I have the exact same clock in my-" he managed before her lips found his in a greedy snog, reminiscent of the night they had been at the pub in March. He kissed her with a sense of urgency, but his hands moved so slowly along her body, trying to savor the night.
Hermione wanted more, and she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. They stumbled until Charlie's back hit the wall, and she grasped his arms to steady herself. As she held onto him, she wondered how his body could possibly look so good. "You look even better than I remembered," she whispered, kissing him once again.
Charlie chuckled and ran his thumb along her collarbone, leaving goose bumps in its wake. "And you look as delicious as you have in every daydream I've had since Ron's birthday party. You took me by surprise that night," he muttered, before kissing the areas his thumb had just teased.
Hermione's head dipped back exposing even more of her neck to him. He nipped at her, eliciting little gasps of pleasure that only fueled his movements. He ran his palms down her sides and grasped her waist, drawing circles along her thighs as he kissed her.
"In my daydreams, you usually don't have a shirt on," she managed to say between kisses. Her fingers found the buttons at the front of his shirt and started to undo them. She raised her eyes up to meet his gaze, and he was grinning like a fool. He winked at her, and she finished with the buttons and pushed the shirt down his arms, trying to suppress her own giddy smile. She quickly pulled his undershirt over his head, leaving messy ginger hair and a body bordering on perfection in its wake.
Hermione's lips instantly found Charlie's while her hands splayed over the dips and plains of his muscular abdomen. She kissed him deeply, unable to be satisfied by the bruising pressure, only wanting more of him. She had known even before tonight that Charlie wouldn't leave her mind any time soon, but now she would have memories instead of just fantasies.
Her warm palms were inviting on his body, and the groan that rumbled through his chest when Hermione pressed herself against his trousers sent him to the next level. He slipped his tongue into her mouth and slowly teased hers as his fingers made contact with her breasts through her dress.
"Bedroom," she moaned, releasing his lips and pulling him by the arm down the hallway. Her half-lidded look of arousal made him walk even faster as he unbuckled his belt as he went.
They stumbled through her dark room until they landed on her bed. Hermione reached for him, and Charlie could feel her start to slide his trousers down his hips. As she threw them to the floor, he pushed her down against the mattress and leaned over her, placing a sweet kiss on her lips. "Is there a light in here?" he asked her.
"Why?"
Charlie chuckled. "I plan on enjoying this fully," he told her, his voice huskier than before. Charlie did not want to waste this perfect opportunity afforded him by Hermione, Percy and seemingly none other than Merlin himself.
Hermione stretched to reach for the small light next to her bed that she usually used for late night reading. She switched it on and was graced with the sight of Charlie lying next to her wearing nothing but blue boxer shorts with a dragon pattern. She smirked at him as he climbed on top of her once more.
"I'm practically naked. Let's make this a little fairer," he said as he unzipped the side of her dress and let her wriggle out of it. Charlie drew in a sharp breath; she wasn't wearing a stitch of fabric underneath that little blue dress.
"You had been planning on luring me here all night, you little minx," he whispered against her neck, his hot breath causing her to flush with pleasure. Charlie's body pulsed with longing for this beautiful witch who obviously wanted him.
"Yes," she gasped, as his mouth explored her breasts while his fingers lightly traced her hips. Her planning had taken her this far, and Charlie seemed more than willing to take over from here. She could feel his mouth everywhere, and time seemed to slow to the speed of luxurious pleasure.
Charlie let his hands glide along her shapely legs and curved hips. She sighed beneath him, her brown eyes fluttering closed as his fingers skimmed the sides of her breasts.
"Please," she gasped, and Charlie pinned her wrists above her head on the pillow with one large hand. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him closer until he thrust into her.
Hermione gasped at the new pleasure, and Charlie claimed her mouth in a deep kiss that left her gasping for air. She moved her hips beneath him, and he dipped his head forward in pleasure, his hair brushing across her chest.
"Just like that," she whispered as he pushed deeper.
It took all of his strength to keep the pace slow, but it was worth it as he felt her start to quiver and gasp. He slowly moved back and forth inside her as he released her wrists. Her hands instinctively grasped his biceps as she urged him to move faster, and his fingers found their way to her wild hair.
As she started to climax, Charlie smiled at the unintelligible words coming from her mouth. When she grasped his back and tightened around him, he knew he was there as well.
When he finished, he collapsed next to Hermione, and she curled up on his chest. He ran his finger through her messy curls. After a few minutes, his breathing returned to normal and he placed a gentle kiss on her lips.
"So what did you tell Percy?" she asked softly with a smile.
"What?" Charlie asked, his mind still fuzzy.
"What did you say to Percy so that he wouldn't know where you went for the night?"
Charlie pulled her closer and buried his nose in her hair. "He knows that I'm here."
"Really? What did you tell him?" she asked, turning so that their noses were touching.
"I told him that you invited me over for a hot shag," he replied, casually kissing her nose.
"No! You didn't!"
"No," he said shaking his head. "I didn't. But he did deduce where I was going, so I guess we were a little bit more obvious than we tried to be."
Hermione rolled indignantly onto her back, aware of Charlie watching her every movement. "Well, I don't even care who knows," she told him, crossing her arms over her breasts.
He grinned at her haughty tone. "Neither do I!" he promised as he rolled on top of her and kissed her. "I don't care if everyone knows I'm here with you," he said between kisses.
Hermione rolled over and snuggled with Charlie until she fell asleep.
She woke the next morning as sunlight streamed through the window. Turning to her right, she expected to see Charlie still asleep on her pillows. She frowned before she heard water running in her bathroom. "Charlie?" she called as she crept down the hall.
The door was cracked slightly, and she let herself in. "Hey," she called to Charlie in the shower.
He poked his head out and smiled at her. Hermione giggled and pushed back the curtain and climbed into the shower with him.
Charlie immediately kissed her and pulled her under the stream of warm water with him. "So, I was thinking."
"Yes?" she asked, eyeing his delicious, naked body.
"Why don't we go to Sunday brunch at the Burrow, and then on the way back we can discuss me delaying my return to Romania until later this week?" he suggested hopefully.
Hermione's grin grew. "That sounds fabulous," she told him, wrapping her arms around his neck. Their kisses were hotter than the shower, and it took them awhile before they found their way to the Burrow.
Oooh, I hope you enjoyed this two-shot! :D Thanks again to Lara Zed for helping me out! She has some fabulous stories that you ought to check out!