Flashback one year after the war:
Hermione was traveling for a few months now. She thought about taking a world tour, as most witches and wizards were accustomed to taking after Hogwarts but instead decided to be spontaneous. That's right, no planning. If she wanted to visit somewhere she would go, if she wanted to stay there for a month, she would. She never felt so liberated.
First up was the United States of America. She spent weeks in Hawaii, reading on the beach with her toes in the sand. She spent two days in New York, kissing a bartender from a muggle bar. She spent a month hopping from one capital city to the next meeting American wizards and witches and getting drunk off of, well everything. Americans drank it all, it turns out. They were anxious to host a war heroine so she always had lots of company if she wanted it. She felt unencumbered and oh so free. After years of planning and hiding, and battling everything, she had no responsibilities. It felt amazing.
After she returned to Europe, Ginny owled her in Greece, and told Hermione her mother would only let Harry come with Ginny if they went to Romania, where Charlie could keep an eye on her since she still had one last semester at Hogwarts and no ring on her finger. So that's where they met.
"Hermoine!" Ginny screamed! "You look amazing!"
They met at Charlie's hut in the village where he worked as a dragon tamer. Hermione had only spent a limited amount of time with Charlie and didn't know much about him, other than he was the burly, manly Weasley, and that he seemed to be a bachelor for life.
"Okay, here's the plan, Charlie is picking up Harry around 1:00. We'll be going to visit the dragons all day and then out to dinner and drinks. You keep Charlie at the bar while Harry and I spend some alone time in our hut, then Harry will be back at Charlie's hut before he returns. Sound good?"
"Sure Ginny, but what if Charlie wants to bring his own date back to his hut before I can stall him?"
"Then you'll just have to flirt with him before he can take interest in anyone else. I know he's not dating anyone. Besides, you may want to flirt with him anyways," she winked.
"Whatever you say Ginny."
After Harry arrived they spent the day observing the dragons in their habitat. It was fascinating work, and Hermione found herself talking to Charlie the entire time. He was charming and knowledgeable and a right flirt it turns out. Ginny gave her a knowing smirk whenever Hermione looked at her. The girls headed back to their hut to get ready for the evening. Hermione showered and put on her robe.
"Damn! All my knickers are dirty. I need to go do a load of laundry before dinner. I don't suppose you have any extras."
"Sorry! I just put on my spare pair. We're leaving tomorrow so I didn't pack any more. Why don't you just scorgify them"
"Honestly, I haven't had access to a washer or dryer in a few weeks. They've already been scorgified enough. Merlin, looks like I'm going commando to dinner, I'll have time to come back and change afterwards before we get drinks."
Ginny started laughing, "you really have changed. I never thought I'd see the day when Hermione Granger went commando."
"Oh you know, It's all part of my spontaneity and freedom from what people expect of me experiment."
"Is that what this year traveling is about? Well from your letters, it seems you've been holding back a bit. One kiss, with one muggle in 6 months? I know you can do better than that!"
Hermione pulled on the rest of her clothes, minus her knickers.
"Merlin, your face is bright red! How will you ever get through dinner without someone realizing something is amiss? Relax!"
"You're right! I'm being silly!"
Hermione gathered her laundry and went to the hut that had a washer and dryer. The whole unit used the room but most of the dragon tamers did their laundry on their days off which was usually the weekend, so she had the room free. The washer and dryer ran on magic and potions so her clothes would be finished quickly. She headed back outside to meet Ginny.
Turns out she did NOT get a chance to put on her knickers after dinner. There were drinks with dinner and everyone was laughing ready to head to The Dragon's Egg Bar. A local haunt run by a retired dragon tamer.
Dancing, more drinks, conversation, more drinks, laughing, more drinks. Hermione knew she was buzzed when she found herself sitting on Charlie's lap. Hermione knew she was drunk when she found herself kissing him outside the bar in the rain. He started to walk her back to her hut when she remembered something.
"Oh bullocks, Charlie I need to go to the laundry hut all my clothes have been washed but not dried. I don't want to ruin them."
"I'll come with you, then maybe you'd like a tour of my hut," he winked and pulled her along, holding her hand laughing.
They ran to the hut through the pouring rain. Once inside Hermione frowned.
"I left my wand at the bar in my purse."
"Mine's at my hut, don't worry, it will still be there in the morning." The thunder clapped in the background.
"Okay, but we are soaking wet."
"Get your clothes in the dryer and then you can come dry off in my hut."
Luckily the laundry hut was charmed to be warm. But the lightning was shorting out some of the magic in the room. The storm affected the magic and the lights in the laundry hut kept flickering.
"Okay, so I actually need to line dry some of this stuff since I don't have my wand," she said pointing to the clothesline next to the washer.
"Would you mind not looking at my laundry?" She said feeling her face start to redden.
"Why? Is your laundry sexy?" He replied.
"They're my knickers!" She said embarrassed
"Well then, let me help you." He winked taking a pair of black lacy knickers out of the washer.
She was mortified that Charlie was hanging up her knickers, but buzzed enough that it seemed sensible for him to help, and even a bit sexy watching him touch her things. Once all the knickers were hung up, Charlie turned to her with a frown.
"Hermione," he said taking a pair of pale lilac silk knickers off the line.
"Yes?" She questioned, wondering why he was frowning.
"I can't help but notice these knickers."
"What's wrong with them?" She responded.
"From what I know about you," he said stepping towards her while still holding the knickers. "You are organized. And I can't help but notice through your wet shirt that you're wearing a bra that matches these knickers."
Her nipples hardened at this comment. He was closing the space between them now.
"So tell me, Hermione, are you less organized than I thought? Are you wearing knickers that don't match? Perhaps you have two pairs of knickers in this lovely shade, or more intriguing, are you going without knickers? I'm dying to find out, Hermione."
She gulped. His fingers brushed up against her stomach, just underneath her soaking wet shirt.
"I… um. I.." Hermione was babbling. Yearning for him to make his move. He waited. He looked into her eyes.
"Hermione. May I?
"May you?"
"Yes, Hermione, consent is sexy."
"Oh! Yes. Please. You have my consent. You have all the consent. Yes!"
"Mmm," he whispered in her ear, "I love hearing you say yes. When I do something you like say yes."
"Yes!" She practically begged him. He was taking his time with her and the slow way he was inching down her skin felt like fire burning her. His hand was lower now, caressing her until suddenly he felt her bare against his hand.
He smiled before he took his finger and pressed it against her clit. Then he moved lower, feeling her wetness.
"Yes." She said.
He removed his fingers briefly and lifted her up and placed her on top of the washer.
"Oh my," she said. "Yes."
He removed her pants but when she tried to take off her shirt, he stopped her.
"You look sexy with your wet shirt, keep it on." He knelt.
Her eyes widened at the movement. Surely he didn't mean to?
"Oh yes!" She cried as he gently licked her clit. No one had ever done this for her before.
He licked her with slightly more pressure.
"Yes" she breathed.
He sucked.
"Yes"
He nibbled.
"Oh Merlin! Yes!"
He licked, and sucked, and nibbled all over her, but when he finally added two fingers inside her she was seeing stars. Close. So close.
He wrapped her legs around his neck. Never before had she been this intimate with another person. She felt powerful wrapped around him this way. He leaned into her and hummed while he sucked and curled his fingers inside her.
"Damn, mother of Merlin, fucking hell, YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES!"
She came.
He stood up and unbuckled his pants, looking into her eyes, and waited…
"YES! Charlie. Yes. Consent, yes! Please!"
He pulled down his pants, and stepped toward her. He was… oh Merlin, he was so large. Masculine. Rugged. Sexy. Burly, burly, manly man! The image of him coming towards her with his cock would be forever burned into her brain whenever she masturbated. Forever. Him and his cock. Looking like a Viking conquering and pillaging with his muscles and his red hair!
Finally he was inside her, and holy hell did he feel amazing. He wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled her arms around his neck so she was barely supported by the washer. He moved. She moaned.
"Yes Charlie! Yes!"
The lightening flashed again and all the lights in the laundry hut went out for good. Now it was just them in the darkness as the rain poured and thunder roared like a dragon outside. The lightning flashed every few minutes giving her a view of him as he moved, and kissed, and licked, and fucked her against the washing machine, slow and hard and deep. With his manly masculine body and his hands, his rugged, handsome, scarred hands everywhere on her.
When his hands grabbed her breasts through her shirt and bra she screamed, "YES!" When they pinched her nipples she screamed, "YES!" And when he reached his fingers between them and found her clit, an echo of "YES," was heard all around them. When she came again, she felt like one of his dragons as she roared and roared "YES." His orgasm followed, and then bliss.