Disclaimer: JK owns HP; Always
Warning: Explicit content in this chapter.
1989
Chapter 23
"Goodnight Jean." Charlie whispered as he pressed another tantalizing kiss to her lips.
It was late at night now, and the Hogwarts Express was leaving early in the morning to take the students home for Christmas Break. Neither of them had seemed hungry after the events that had taken place in Hogsmeade that afternoon, and the pair had skipped dinner in favor of curling up next to the fire in the common room. They wanted to spend their last few hours until he left together.
"Will you be up to send me off in the morning?" He asked. "Since I'm a prefect I'll need to leave a little earlier than everyone else."
"Of course." She agreed, still not moving to break out of his embrace.
Hermione was dreading going to bed. Once the morning came she knew she would feel empty and cold inside. The amount that she already missed him when he hadn't even left yet made her feel weak in the knees.
She kissed him again; unhurriedly as they stood at the base of the stairs that led to the girls dorms.
"You know you don't actually have to worry about me wanting to be with Ron, right?" She asked in an attempt to set his mind at ease, just as he had done for her that afternoon.
"Like you, there are times that I do believe that." He sighed. "But then other times, I think about everything the two of you have been through together the past seven years of your life. It makes me worry that the little time we've spent together might not be enough once you see him again. Sometimes I worry that you'll regret being with me once you are back in your own time."
"Charlie, that is not going to happen." She attempted to comfort him; cradling one of his cheeks in her hand. "I love you, and that ship has sailed as far as I'm concerned."
The corners of his lips twitched upwards slightly. "You're sure?"
"Yes," She answered. "Are you sure that you want to wait that long for me when you won't be able to see or talk to me the entire time?"
"Yes, I'm sure." He smiled solemnly.
"Eight years is a very long time." She continued to press him.
"Hermione." He scolded her for teasing him. "No one else could ever mean half as much to me, as you do."
She conceded; attempting not to grin at his declaration. "Fine."
"Besides…" He added; suddenly grinning wickedly at her. "I'll be having so much fun with all of those dragons, I might not even notice you're gone."
She smacked him with the back of her hand as he pulled her in for a final round of snogging for the night.
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Toss. Turn. Rollover. Flip the pillow. Repeat.
Hermione sighed as she stared at the ceiling. It was nearing two in the morning and she hadn't slept a wink yet.
She'd started off thinking about her upcoming trip to the island of snakes, and the possibility of not making it out alive. Sure she'd mastered the protection orb Dumbledore had taught her, but going into unknown territory alone still frightened her. What if she got bit regardless of her precautions, and as a result never made it back to help Harry and Ron?
Her thoughts had then turned to Charlie. How would he feel if he came back from his trip home to discover that she never made it back herself? How would she feel if she was swarmed by a mass of vipers; dying whilst knowing she'd never get to see his warm smiling face again.
She loved him; had known so for several weeks now, but hadn't realized how deep it ran until he claimed he'd wait for her. The raw and consuming need to be with him was causing her to dread his three week absence; and if he truly felt the same, she couldn't imagine how hard the eight years apart would end up being for him. He had been right when he said they didn't have a lot of time left before her inevitable departure to the future.
Thinking about their little time left then led her to the memory of the night they met. The night she'd tried to avoid and ignore him while he had been nothing but friendly. She remembered their arguments, and then how she finally confided her secret to him; which finally led them to falling for each other. She smiled as she flashed back through every kiss, every laugh, and every touch.
What they had done in his bed last week plagued her thoughts next. She continued to toss and turn, only this time it was because her skin had started to feel a bit too warm. How amazing his fingers had felt made her wonder what the rest of him would feel like too. She desperately wanted it to happen again, only she knew it wouldn't be enough this time. The erotic way he had whispered how good it would feel when he was inside her for real had her wanting to seek him out to find out right that second.
Would it hurt horribly? Or would it be one of those pain that came along with the pleasure type of things she'd heard other girls talk about.
Tired of staring at the ceiling and awaiting the sleep she knew would never come, Hermione finally crawled out of bed. If her mind was telling her she was ready and tonight might be her only chance, she was sure as hell going to take it.
After quietly rummaging through her beaded bag, she grabbed the vial of blue liquid Sarah had given her earlier that afternoon and uncorked it. "Here goes nothing." She whispered to herself before downing the entire contents in one swig.
Before she could lose her nerve and crawl back in for a restless night, she pulled the curtains on her four poster bed closed so that the other girls wouldn't notice her absence, and headed into the bathroom.
Hermione gently patted her cheeks with her fingertips as she looked herself over in the mirror. "Okay, you can do this." She whispered as a pep talk to herself.
Her hair was a bit frizzy from being outside most of the day, and then tossing and turning for two hours straight; so she quickly wet it down and used a charm to dry it in an attempt to tame the bushiness. If she was actually going to go wake Charlie up for a bit of nighttime naughtiness, she was going to at least put in a little effort to look pretty; not just for him, but for herself as well. If this was going to be her first time, she wanted to remember feeling sexy as she surprised him in nothing but her underthings.
Which speaking of underthings, she ripped her nightgown off over her head and studied the ones she had worn to bed that night. A two year old pair of purple cotton knickers that she'd had to either scourgify or wash in a river whilst on the run, and a grey sports bra.
"Uggck." She muttered, knowing those wouldn't do.
Using her new wand once more, she transfigured the two pieces into a matching set of a pale pink satin plunge bra, and bikini style panties with lace trim. The light shade complimented her skin tone, and the fit boosted her confidence almost instantly. If she had been worried about him rejecting her advances earlier, they were all but squashed now.
As an extra precaution, she checked the Marauders Map to make sure everyone in Gryffindor tower was in their beds for the night. Her pointer finger traced the name Charles Weasley; whose dot showed he was indeed in bed along with the rest of his roomates. Knowing it was now or never, she delicately draped Harry's invisibility cloak over her shoulders and exited the girls dorm.
Hermione could hear her heart pounding in her chest with each step as she made her way down the spiral staircase to the common room. Her breath seemed even louder in her ears as she then took the other staircase all the way up to the seventh year boys dorm. As quiet as possible, she pushed the door open and tiptoed to the second bed on the left.
Another few waves of her wand had the drapes on his four poster silenced, with a few other privacy wards and a muffliato thrown in as well. If she was going to lose her virginity with five sleeping boys on the other side of some thin curtains, she was at least going to make sure they wouldn't be noticed or interrupted.
Still invisible, she climbed up into the bed; gently as not to wake Charlie up just yet. She had to make sure the drapes were properly sealed. As excited as she was about giving Charlie his late night surprise, she didn't want any of his roommates to glance in by accident if there were any gaps in the fabric.
Lowering only the hood of the old cloak so that her body would stay hidden, Hermione finally looked to her sleeping boyfriend. He was on his back; head resting against the pillow with one arm thrown over his eyes. His upper chest was bare; the blanket coming up just past his navel. He looked peaceful, and she almost reconsidered waking him; but she had already come this far and knew he wouldn't mind once he realized why she was there.
Placing one knee on each side of him, she straddled his waist and leaned over to whisper in his ear.
"Charlie." She said softly before placing a kiss to his lips.
His arm jerked away from his face as his eyes fluttered open. He seemed startled by the sudden appearance of her head and neck in his bed. She sat up straight; staring down at him as she rested her weight on his pelvis.
"Jean?" He asked, looking confused as he tried to blink the sleep away. "Hermione what are you-?"
His question died in his throat as she untied the invisibility cloak, and let it fall away. The sight he was left with had his eyes widening; he was definitely awake now. She blushed slightly as his eyes instinctively roamed over her body, stilling as they focused in on the tops of her breasts that were spilling over the edge of the cups.
"Our conversations today were keeping me awake." She explained as she felt him harden instantly beneath her backside. "You were right when you said we didn't have a lot of time left to be together."
"Mhm." He mumbled, as one of his hands pinched her hip to make sure she was really there.
She tapped a finger against his chin to try and get his attention again; his lust filled eyes shifted to meet hers. "I mean, not only am I going back to the battle in less than five months, but when we talked last week about how anyone of your loved ones could die the moment I get back, I realized I could be one of them. I could die on my dangerous journey in a few days, or I could get struck by a killing curse not five minutes after I get back to my own time."
"Hermione don't talk like that." He said, whilst trying to focus on her words and not her skimpy attire. His same hand slid up her back to stroke a pattern on her bare skin. "What are you trying to say?"
"I'm saying that if it's my time then so be it." She said confidently; her hand pressing down on his chest. "But I really don't want to go without knowing what it's like to be with you first."
Charlie groaned low in his throat at her admission; grinding his hips up against her out of reflex. It took him a second to gain control after the wake-up call he'd just received.
"You aren't going to die Hermione." He said as he tried to keep his breathing steady. "Because I'd never be able to handle it. Besides, if I know you like I think I do, you are too well prepared for anything to stop you from whatever it is you are doing."
"Anything can happen." She shrugged, causing one of the straps of her bra to fall off her shoulder.
His eyes zoned in on the falling fabric; his free hand coming up to push it further down and toward the crevice of her elbow. He wanted to lean forward and place a kiss to the freshly exposed flesh, but her hand was still pressing him down. The pressure her weight was putting on him was making his erection almost painful.
"If something goes wrong and you do die, I'll just have to kidnap you in eight years to stop you from coming to the past in the first place." He grinned. "Problem solved."
"Well that covers this excursion." She said as she raised herself up just enough so she could rub herself back down against him; causing him to jolt from the friction. "But even if I do make it out, there's still the big battle I barely escaped from."
"Then I will be there the second you get back." He groaned as she rocked against him. "And I will be there to watch your back and kill anyone who threatens your safety."
"Hmmm." She hummed with a smile; leaning down to kiss him seductively. "I guess I'm covered then."
He kissed back for a bit before pulling away again; his teeth dragging against her bottom lip in the process. As soon as his head was far back enough, his eyes traveled back to her breasts; The sight she made on top of him almost had him flipping her over and taking her right that second.
"Yeah... Covered." He swiped his tongue over his bottom lip. "Something I'd like you to be a bit less of."
Hermione smirked and grabbed his hand; placing it over the top of one of the cups of her bra instead. "Well there's nothing stopping you from making that happen."
Charlie growled deeply as he gave it a firm squeeze. He used his free hand to grab the wrist of the one she was using to hold him down, and sat up. His lips attacked her mouth as soon as she was in reach.
"Are you sure about this?" He asked as the hand on her breasts slid behind her back to play with the clasp holding her bra in place.
"Positive." She nodded as she wiggled in his lap.
He had it undone in a few seconds; tongue tracing her upper lip before dipping inside her luscious mouth. The garment was thrown to the foot of the bed as soon as it had come unclasped; his hand massaging her now bared breast skin on skin. One of his hands was cradling the side of her neck to keep their mouths connected while the other began to toy with a nipple; making it harden instantly.
Tongues touching. Hands exploring. Hermione mewled into his mouth as he pinched and rolled it between his fingers. She was already getting heated and felt a wetness pool into her panties. Her fingers began to trace the planes of his abs as they rocked and ground against each other.
After thoroughly studying every inch of her chest; Charlie began to lean her backward. His thighs came out from under hers as he pushed her back against the mattress; covering her body with his instead. His throbbing erection had enough of her grinding atop him while not allowing him the release he desperately needed.
Hermione bit her bottom lip seductively as she stared up at him. "Are you going to show me what all the fuss is about?"
He quickly nestled his hips between her thighs and pushed the tip of his still covered penis against her most intimate area through her panties.
"Over and over until neither of us can move." He replied sternly before dipping his head down to tug the other nipple between his teeth.
Her fingers threaded themselves through the hair at the base of his neck as he sucked and laved at her pebbled skin. She moaned with her head thrown back, not believing how hot and wet this was making her. Why she hadn't let him do this before now was beyond her as she gave into the new world of pleasure he was showing her.
One of Charlie's arms braced against the bed to hold himself up, leaving his other hand free to travel down her sides. It glided down her firm stomach, past her slightly rounded hips, and dipped below the waistband of her panties. He hummed in approval against the rosy peak he was still attending to. She was so wet that his fingers were able to glide around with ease.
Not wanting to be left out of the exploration, Hermione wrapped her legs around his waist and pushed his pajama pants down with her ankles. One arm was wrapped around his neck and shoulders while the other hand made its way to his stiffened member. As she gripped it through his boxers, he bit down on her nipple a little harder than he'd intended to stop himself from losing control.
Hermione didn't seem to mind, because the action only caused her to moan again as she continued to feel him up. Before long she had his boxers pushed down as well, and he had to rest the full weight of his lower body against her so he could get enough leverage to kick them off.
Now that he was completely nude, her fingers wrapped themselves around the base of his penis and made a smoothing motion upwards. The tips of her fingers and thumb couldn't quite touch each other as she tested out a pumping method, but she hadn't had enough experience yet to know if that was a good thing or not.
"Hermione." He whispered shakily; just loud enough to draw her attention back to his eyes. "I'm going to ask you one more time, because there is no going back after this... Are you sure?"
"Yes." She whispered through heavy breathing; nodding whilst continuing to experiment with a rhythm. "Am...am I doing this right?"
"Yes, love." He grinned at her; removing his hand from inside her panties so he could pull her hand off of his penis. "Maybe a little too well even. If you keep doing that, I might not even make it to the showing you what all the fuss is about part."
"Oh." She said bashfully; her cheeks turning an adorable shade of pink.
Charlie sat up with a knee on each side of her; his erection standing proudly as he placed one of her hands beside her head. He took the other and sat it palm down atop the edge of the previously cast aside blanket; signaling that she should grip it if things got too intense for her. Once he had her positioned where he wanted her, he slowly hooked the sides of her panties under the crooks of his fingers and slid them slowly down her legs.
Now that the last article of clothing had been shed, he gripped his throbbing erection and positioned the tip against her soaked entrance. A deep breath escaped his lips as he attempted to calm himself. As much as he wanted to surge into her tight heat, he didn't want to hurt her or deter her from wanting to have sex with him again in the future.
"I love you." He reminded her as he leaned down to kiss her again.
With one slow push of his hips he entered her as softly as possible; the thin barrier breaking in the process. Hermione squeaked into the kiss, her fingers gripping the edge of the blanket until her hands turned white. He could feel her tense underneath him, but she did not cry or ask him to pull out as he expected.
"Are you alright?" He surprised himself by being able to speak as he reveled in the feel of her.
Charlie felt her nod into the crevice of his neck, but no sound escaped her lips.
"I'm going to move now." He informed her; staying still while her warmth was embracing him so tightly it was starting to send a cramp through his legs.
She nodded again; fully grasping the concept of what pleasurable pain was as he stretched her slick passage. As Charlie pulled out just enough to push back in, the pain began to dull; being replaced by pure pleasure.
"You feel good." He gasped incoherently as he began to thrust in and out of her. "So bloody good."
Charlie continued to move; encouraging her to find her own rhythm and move with him. She began to rock; slowly at first as he continued to dive deeper and deeper with every thrust.
"Fucking knew you would too." He continued to mutter dirty things into her ear as he picked up the pace.
Hermione whimpered; unable to form actual words. Now that the pain had receded she realized how incredible it felt. It was no wonder girls like Ginny and Sarah had gone on and on about their experiences.
The hand by her head instinctively went to cradle the back of his neck; fingernails pressing into his skin a she crashed their lips back together. Though it was freezing outside, there was no shortage of heat in the canopy of his bed. The pair continued to rock and writhe against each other; a light sheen of sweat coating their bodies as they moved in motion.
Before long they could both feel the coil of their lovemaking begin to tighten; pushing them both towards their climaxes. Hermione could feel it in the distance; only knowing what it was based off their last encounter in his bed only one week ago. She moaned a little louder as his hand slid between their bodies to rub his thumb against her sensitive clit.
"I'm going to come Hermione." He breathed heavily as he rubbed at her harder. "But I need you to come with me. Need to hear you scream. Need to feel you clench around me."
The combination of his words and his frenzied movements caused her to do just that. She screamed into his neck as she clenched and spasmed around his cock. Her legs wrapped around his waist and held him in a vise grip just as he emptied inside of her; his face pressing into the mass of curls against the side of her head.
After several seconds of gasping for air and clinging to one another, Charlie finally pressed a kiss to her cheek bone before rolling onto his back beside her. They both continued to breathe heavily in an attempt to calm themselves after their intense coupling.
"Feel free to wake me up like that anytime." He panted with a grin.
Hermione chuckled as she finally felt the rise and fall of her chest steady. "Noted."
"What a send off." He continued to revel in the afterglow.
"Also noted." She laughed; feeling much more comfortable laying naked in bed with him than she ever expected.
Charlie rolled onto his side to face her; grinning not unlike he had after fingering her the week before week. "I love you."
She snorted and leaned forward just enough to kiss him. "I love you too Charlie."
He slid the nearest arm under her neck as he closed the distance between them so he could deepen the kiss.
"So…" He pulled back just enough so he could look her in the eye. "Was it okay for you? Did I show you what all the fuss was about well enough, or do you need another go?"
Hermione laughed nervously as her cheeks turned pink again. "It was…" She paused as she tried to put the right words to it. "So much better, and so much more intense than I ever imagined it would be."
"Really?" He asked; seemingly excited by her response.
"Yeah, I think it is because I waited for the right person though." She admitted. "I can't picture it being that good with anyone else."
"I'm glad." He whispered as he kissed her again.
Hermione rolled to cuddle into his side; now that they had calmed down she was starting to feel a chill from the air hitting her naked body. Feeling her shiver against him, Charlie reached for the nearest thing to cover her with; intending to grab his quilt. Instead, he paused at the unique feel of the silvery material he grabbed by accident. The item he thought he had imagined earlier.
Sitting up and grabbing the ancient cloak from him before he could study it; Hermione set it as far behind her as possible before pulling his actual blanket over them.
"What the hell is that thing?" He asked once she settled back against him.
"Oh, um." She bit her lip uncomfortably; knowing it was against the rules to tell him, but the promise of not lying to him anymore overriding them. "Well…. do you remember the story of the three brothers?"
"Yeah." He sighed; knowing it was going to be another one of her weird and drawn out explanations.
"It's, um." She laughed nervously. "It's the cloak from the story. Death's cloak of invisibility."
Charlie sat up and mimicked her uncomfortable laugh as he looked at her. "Are you shitting me?"
Hermione glared at him before rolling over to grab the cloak again. "No." She scoffed at him.
"So you mean to tell me that the story is real, and all the items from it actually exist?"
Hermione nodded and handed it to him so he could actually look it over. His arm disappeared to his shoulder as he draped the fabric over it to test it out.
"How did you get it?" He asked, acting both excited and curious over the knowledge of its existence.
"It's Harry's. James Potter left it in Dumbledore's possession before he died." She explained. "It's been passed down generation to generation for centuries, which is how I know it's the cloak from the story and not just a random one you can purchase. Last Christmas Harry and I went to visit his parents' graves in Godric's Hollow, and based on a tombstone we found I'm almost positive that the last brother was a man named Ignotus Peverell."
Charlie draped the cloak around his shoulders next; with only his head and the middle of his chest visible now. "Your past just keeps getting stranger and stranger."
"Whether death actually exists, or whether the three brothers were just really talented at creating magical objects, I don't know." She continued as she watched him play with the material. "But since it won't be passed to Harry for another two years, I'm pretty sure the past version of it is down in Dumbledore's office right now."
Charlie finally looked back at her; setting the cloak to the side again. "To be honest I feel a lot better about leaving you alone to do your task while I'm gone knowing you have this."
"True." She forced a smile a nodded. She wasn't sure how much protection an invisibility cloak would be if she was caught in close quarters with a mass of poisonous snakes, but she didn't want to reveal the situation she was going into or cause him to worry more than he already was, so she stayed silent.
"So I should probably drop the subject of your upcoming journey until I get back." He said, seeing her discomfort. "So I guess I will ask a different question about protection to change the subject. Did you cast a charm on yourself before you snuck in to see me tonight?"
Hermione fidgeted around so that she could lay her head against his pillow. "No, actually."
Charlie's eyes widened and she snorted at how uncomfortable and speechless he looked.
"But I did take a potion." She laughed as he collapsed beside her out of relief. "I was told it would last an entire month."
"A month huh?" He asked; shooting her a smirk. "Too bad I'm going to be gone for almost three weeks of that."
"Yeah, well at least it will still be in effect when you do get back." She reminded him.
"True." He grinned childishly as he rolled over; covering her body with his again. "But why wait that long when we can do it again right now?"
Hermione did eventually get some sleep that night, but not until well after they both were drenched in sweat and out of breath again.
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Hermione awoke early the next morning to a series of kisses being pressed to her temple and cheek.
"Charlie?" She groaned sleepily.
"Hey, love." He whispered into the dimly lit space. "Go back to sleep. I just wanted to kiss you goodbye before I headed down to the train."
She leaned up to wrap her arms around his neck, just barely noticing that he had pulled the curtains closed around them so they wouldn't be seen. She shivered realizing she was still naked from the night before; flashbacks of their lovemaking coming to the forefront of her mind.
"I'm glad you did." She said as she placed a kiss to his lips. "Happy Christmas Charlie. I'm going to miss you so much."
"Me too." He said as he tucked her back into the warmth of the blankets. "Stay safe."
"I will." She promised as a yawn overtook her words. "I love you."
"I love you too Hermione." He placed a final kiss to her forehead. "I meant what I said though." He whispered just before sleep claimed her once more. "If you die while I'm gone, you'd better believe I'm kidnapping you at Bill's wedding. I don't care if you remember me or not, I will lock you in my room in Romania until after the war is over."