Getting her own way
Written for Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry (Challenges and Assignments) Arithmancy Assignment #5.
Task: Write a story which incorporates all five senses.
Entry for Word Prompt Express.
Prompt: (977) – Wild.
Extra Prompts: 5.00am, (Dialogue) "Just five more minutes."
I'm going to have to go soon, Hermione." His voice whispers huskily in her ear, sending shivers down her spine. Hermione sighs sleepily and rubs her eyes.
"Just five more minutes, please." She wraps her arms around him tightly and feels his chest move when he chuckles at her words. He tilts her head up gently and places a tender kiss on her lips.
"I'm sorry, I've got to get to Romania, love. I promise I'll be back as soon as I can."
Hermione realises there is nothing she can do to stop him from leaving. "What time is it?" She asks him.
"It's 5.00am, so I've got an hour to get ready." Charlie gets out of bed and heads into the bathroom. With a heavy sigh, Hermione gets out of bed and pulls on her dressing gown.
"Would you like a coffee?" She shouts to him, as she walks into the kitchen.
"Yes, please!" He replies over the sound of running water. Hermione fills the kettle up and switches it on; while waiting for it to boil, she thinks about her relationship with Charlie Weasley. He is her fifth boyfriend, and she is far happier with him than she was with all of the others put together. The only problem was how much she missed him when he went back to Romania, and just the thought of him leaving again made her heart ache; she couldn't stand it.
Hermione feels a pair of strong arms wrap around her waist as she puts the milk back in the fridge. "Perfect timing, as always; I've just finished making the coffee." She turns to face him, and he wastes no time before kissing her. Hermione can taste the peppermint toothpaste on his lips, and she deepens the kiss needily, before remembering that she hasn't brushed her own teeth. She pulls away, and he groans.
"What's wrong?" He asks while nuzzling her neck.
"I've not brushed my teeth yet," Hermione said, trying not to gasp as the sensation becomes too much for her. He chuckles, and she groans at the vibrations on her skin.
"I couldn't care less about a bit of morning breath, Hermione."
She rolls her eyes at him. "Well, I do, Charles."
"I hate it when you call me Charles," he sighs. "Okay, off you go, but don't be too long. I want a proper morning kiss."
She rushes into the bathroom and brushes her teeth as quickly as she can. When she turns around she runs into her boyfriend's toned chest. Hermione lifts her head up to gaze at him and finds herself drowning in his soulful blue eyes. The sight of him still takes her breath away, and she feels an urge to pinch herself just to make sure it's not a dream. She stands on her tiptoes and runs her hands through his silky red hair, making Charlie growl and pull her closer to him. In their close proximity, she can smell his citrusy cologne; the one she had bought him for Christmas.
"I'm not going to get to Romania at this rate, am I, Miss Granger?"
Hermione purrs in a way that's most unlike her. "Not if I can help it, Mr. Weasley; I think you should pull a sickie, and go back tomorrow instead." Charlie groaned, and she knew she had him exactly where she wanted him; he loved it when she showed him her naughty, wild side.
"Well, I could pull a sickie just this once, I suppose. Someone needs to show you a lesson, my naughty little witch."
"And you're just the wizard to do it. Teach me a lesson I'll never forget."
Charlie scoops her into his arms and heads into the bedroom, Hermione giggling in his arms. He places her on the bed and crawls on top of her, running his hands down her sides in a teasingly slow manner. His touch is feather light and leaves her wanting more. "You're going to be the death of me, Hermione Jean Granger."
Hermione smirked devilishly at his words. "You wouldn't have it any other way, Charles Septimus Weasley."