Warning: Explicit Content Ahead
Disclaimer: JK owns HP
1989
Chapter 28
"Where are you taking me?" He asked against her lips.
They had finally made it to the seventh floor, after making several stops to snog in secluded corners along the way. After being separated for so long, he couldn't seem to keep his hands off her.
For as cold as it was outside, Hermione was starting to feel very very hot. Though she knew they needed to have a very long and serious discussion about the future, she couldn't help but want to give in let him have his wicked way with her first.
She grinned and grabbed him by the hand; untangling herself from his arms. "I'll show you." She said as she dragged him further down the hall; stopping just past the tapestry of Barnabus the Barmy.
"I need somewhere warm and cozy to read a book." Hermione said to the blank wall, not wanting to admit out loud that what she really wanted was a private place for her and Charlie to shag like bunnies. She figured whatever it conjured based on her request would work just as well.
"Um...what?" He asked, looking equal parts confused and disappointed.
"I need somewhere warm and cozy to read a book." She repeated with a teasing smirk. "I need somewhere warm and cozy to read a book."
A pair of ornately carved antique doors appeared out of nowhere in front of them as she thought hard about what she wanted three times in a row. Charlie's eyes widened at their sudden appearance, and she used the opportunity to quickly pull him inside.
The room they entered was the epitome of coziness. On the far wall was a large stone fireplace with a roaring fire blazing in it's hearth. A very thick and plush red shag rug lay on the floor in front of it; with an oversized, deep cushioned sofa on one side, and two squashy armchairs on the other.
Hermione grinned at the space the room of requirement had created for them; the perfectness of it giving her an excellent idea. If they were going to have to spend the rest of the day talking about the amulets and forming a battle plan, she was going to give him the ride of his life beforehand. Now that he was home she couldn't care less if fate was the reason they were together. She truly loved him for who he was, and how he made her feel anyway.
Needing to feel his lips on hers again, she pulled Charlie toward her by the lapels of his shirt; kissing him heatedly. Too excited by the prospect of having sex to care what mysterious room she had brought him into, he kissed back; sliding a hand against the side of her neck. Before he could deepen it himself, Hermione had thrust her tongue into his mouth; taking charge.
After several minutes of him attempting to get the lead back unsuccessfully, he finally relented and let her do as she pleased. Smirking against his lips in triumph, one of Hermione's hands slipped down to his belt, where she quickly had it unbuckled and thrown to the side. She could tell he was already hard as the tips of her fingers brushed against the bulge.
"Holy hell Hermione." He whispered, loving how desperate she seemed for him.
Her fingers undid the button on his pants before slipping beneath the band of his boxers. She stroked him firmly with her palm as her tongue kept at it's steady exploration of his mouth.
Charlie groaned as she rubbed her hand up and down his package, and he sucked on her lower lip in approval. One of his hands slid down to grope her backside; sliding his hand into the pocket of her jeans as he tried to grind into her hand.
"Mmmm." He hummed in delight. "I had hoped you'd welcome me back with another surprise shag."
She giggled against his lips as her hand continued to work him over. "Deliberately and enthusiastically." She confirmed that was where they were headed as she attempted to pull his shirt up with her free hand.
Not wanting to waste any time, he tugged it off over his head himself; barely breaking the kiss before their lips connected again. He'd thought of little else other than her since his departure, and other than worrying about her constantly he couldn't help but daydream about their last coupling nonstop.
"Take off your pants." She commanded him; suddenly pushing him toward the furniture with both hands impatiently.
Charlie nodded vigorously as he complied; kicking his shoes off and flinging them out of the way. When he looked back at her, she already had her shoes and socks off as well, and was continuing to undress. Within seconds her jeans were unbuttoned and pushed down to her ankles.
"Off." She demanded more urgently, noticing he had taken to watching her instead of stripping. "And lay on the ground." She added as she took her jumper off as well.
"Yeah, anything." He replied, pushing his already undone pants the rest of the way to the floor. He stepped out of them before dropping to the center of the shag rug in front of the fire. He would do anything she wanted if it meant she'd keep acting like this.
The rug was warm and cushioning against his back as she followed him to the floor; dropping her panties and bra in the process. He loved the way the firelight reflected off her bare skin; a nice contrast from the dim shadows he'd tried to study her under the night before he'd left three weeks ago.
He watched her intently as she sauntered toward him; her petite breasts bouncing slightly as she kneeled at his feet. Their eyes locked onto each other silently and he braced his elbows against the floor so he could sit up for a better view. He was anticipating her next move eagerly.
She leaned forward; placing her left hand on his chest to steady herself as she straddled his waist. As if in slow motion, she ground herself against the bulge still in his boxers, causing him to moan and dig his fingers into her hip in response.
"I missed you so bloody much." He claimed through grit teeth as she repeated the motion.
With one hand on her waist and the other arm still propping himself up, Charlie leaned further forward to take one of her nipples into his mouth. Hermione threw her head back as his mouth continued its assault; unable to respond to his declaration due to the deep moan he coaxed from within her. Her fingers threaded themselves in his hair as she ground down again.
Unable to keep himself upright anymore, Charlie fell back against the rug. He wanted to be inside her right that second, but didn't dare form the words out loud in case it deterred her from acting so wanton. With his hands now free, he wrapped one around the back of her neck to pull her in for another kiss. The other reached up to tweak a nipple between his fingers as their tongues met. He had never seen her this uninhibited before and couldn't wait to see what move she made next.
Hermione was aching at this point. As exciting as kissing and foreplay was, what she really wanted was for him to be inside her as she bounced up and down on him. As far as she was concerned it was time to make that happen.
Knowing that to make that a reality she would have to remove his last article of clothing, Hermione began to kiss down his chest as she scooted her hips backwards. Hooking her fingers into the waistband of his boxers, she dragged them down his muscular legs; before she had planted a knee on each side of him and straddled his hips again.
Charlie propped himself up again; unable to stay still. One of her arms wrapped delicately around the back of his neck as her other hand guided the tip of his throbbing member to her entrance. Her nipples brushed up his chest to his chin, and then back down again as she let him sink into her at an achingly slow pace. He threw his head back with another low groan as she impaled herself on him to the hilt. Her tight heat embracing him even better than he'd remembered.
Hermione whimpered as she sank down on him; that feeling of being stretched that she still wasn't quite used to making her pause as she adjusted to the intrusion. It wasn't necessarily painful like her first time had been, but he was thick enough that she needed a moment to get used to it.
Before long the discomfort subsided and she lifted herself up slightly; pausing again before sliding back down until he was fully seated inside her. She smirked down at him proudly as she repeated the motion, only faster this time. It hadn't taken as long for her to find rhythm that felt natural, and she was now reveling in the pleasure the friction brought her. Now that she was getting used to being on top, she began to ride him maniacally; lifting herself up even higher than before, and slamming herself back down with more force each time. She was extremely aroused and glistening with sweat by the time he finally had enough of her in control and flipped them over in one swift movement.
He gripped her behind the knees so he could spread her legs wider; the suddenness of him jerking her toward him causing her back to arch off the floor. She half screamed, half moaned as he took the lead and began to thrust in and out of her at an even faster pace than before. Hermione was aching at this point. She could feel her first orgasm in weeks approaching as his thrusts increased in intensity. Her breathing became erratic and her moans came out in pants as he continued to drive her to that finish line.
"Oh shit, oh shit." She chanted his favorite curse in a whisper; burying her face into the crook of his neck as he continued to pound away. "I'm so close."
Knowing that he wasn't going to last much longer either, Charlie released his grip on her left knee so he could press the pad of his thumb against her previously ignored clit to help her along. He rubbed it firmly as he kissed his way down to suck on her nipple again; meanwhile never relenting with his forceful thrusts.
"Holy fucking hell." He cursed against the skin of her breast as she began to clench around him immediately. With another swipe against her clit, and a rather harsh suck to her nipple, he had her squeezing his hips tightly between her thighs. He growled into her chest as he came almost without warning.
She almost blacked out from the intensity of her own orgasm as it hit her. A scream escaped her throat as she clenched, and she continued to rock against him through the waves of pleasure that overtook her; prolonging the pleasure he felt as well.
Charlie held her to him as they both gasped for breath. Her entire body seemed to still be spasming in the aftershock. His hand began to rub her back in a soothing manner; stroking it up and down as he kissed back up her neck. There was no way he'd be able to roll off of her until she relaxed, as her thighs were locked around his waist in a vise grip.
"Are you alright?" He asked her once he finally caught his breath; noticing how her eyes were squeezed shut.
"No." She shook her head back and forth; slowly opening her eyes in the process. "I think you just put me in a sex induced coma."
Charlie chuckled and pressed a kiss to her forehead; not seeming to mind that she was still wrapped around him so tightly. "Is that something I'm supposed to feel sorry for?"
"No." She repeated as she returned his laugh. "It was incredible."
"Incredible, you say?" He teased her before placing a single chaste kiss to her still panting lips. "It's hard to imagine that we could beat the last time we did it, but I think we definitely just did."
Hermione finally relaxed her legs enough that he could roll off of her, so he laid on his side next to her; slipping out of her in the process. Her head came to rest against his chest as they cuddled up naked in front of the fire.
"Do you think it will just get better and better every time we do it?" She asked naively; tilting her head so she could look him in the eye.
"Absolutely." He answered distractedly, as his hand came up to cup her breast; giving it a firm squeeze.
His eyes were now openly roaming her body; studying it as if she were a piece of fine art. Hermione moaned as his thumb flicked her already sensitive nipple; sending another jolt of pleasure between her legs. He was looking at her like he wanted to devour her all over again.
"Want to find out now?" He asked as he leaned over her; the lust clear in his eyes.
Though Hermione could easily stay naked in this very room with him for the rest of the day, she knew that she had already delayed their inevitable discussion long enough. Charlie seemed happy enough to push his worries aside to ravish her, but she knew once he found out certain things that she'd avoided telling him until now, he'd be annoyed she hadn't stopped him sooner.
Taking his hand that was currently on her breast; she sat up slightly and pressed a kiss to his thumb. "As much as I would love that, I really do have a lot of time sensitive things to tell you."
"Oh." His face paled; remembering her earlier mention that there were things that needed discussing. "I'm sorry, I-"
"It's my fault, not yours." She interrupted him. "I wanted to welcome you home properly before dumping all my problems on you."
"I mean, it was a very pleasant and surprising welcome." Charlie responded; leaning closer and looking worried. "But is everything okay? Did you not find what you were looking for on your trip?"
"No I did." She nodded, brushing her fingertips lovingly across his cheek. "And so much more to be honest...but it turns out I'm going to need your help." She cringed and bit her lip before adding the next part. "Your help specifically."
"I know we got a bit distracted that day you told me about where you came from, and that we haven't talked much about what happens when you return since." He continued. "But I promised you then that I would do whatever I could to help you and my brother. I meant that."
"Alright." She chewed on her lip in thought. "Well then we better get dressed. It's time I walked you through what happened that day."
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After dressing in silence, Hermione and Charlie walked slowly to the door. The lack of words spoken between them wasn't necessarily uncomfortable, but the air surrounding them was thick with tension. Before he could reach for the handle, she turned to face him; placing a soft sweet kiss to his lips.
"I love you." She said, finally breaking the silence. "No matter how I ended up here or why, I want you to know I'm glad. Now that we're together I can't imagine not having you in my life like this."
The corners of his lips twitched upwards at her confession. "I love you too." He said, brushing his thumb up and down the side of her neck. "I can't even believe we weren't in your original timeline. How could I have ever met you and not been infatuated from the start."
Hermione snorted at his last comment. "Probably because I was fourteen, and at twenty-two you would have seemed a bit lecherous."
Charlie chuckled at that. "True." He said before leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead.
She sighed as his lips stayed in place long after. "As much as I would love to stay in here all day with you, we should probably get a move on."
"You're probably right." He agreed as he took a step back, holding his hand out for her to take.
Hermione placed her hand in his and laced their fingers as they stepped forward together.
"So what is this place?" He asked as he twisted the handle and held the door open wide enough for them to exit side by side. "I've never seen these doors before."
"Specifically it's called the room of requirement." She answered as she waited for the doors to disappear into a flat wall again. "But it's also the room I was in when I arrived to the past."
His eyebrows raised in surprise at her answer. "Wow...okay then. So when you said you were going to walk me through it you meant literally."
"Yes, you see thanks to a dear house elf friend of Harry, Ron, and I, we discovered this room in our fifth year. With Voldemort back we needed a place to practice defending ourselves, and this room becomes anything you need it to; as long as you think really hard about it as you walk past this blank wall."
"Woah." He said looking impressed. "Wish I had known about this place earlier then."
Hermione rolled her eyes as she tried to repress a grin at the implication. "Mostly, over the course of several hundred years, it has been used to hide things students and teachers didn't necessarily want anyone else to find." She continued on undeterred. "And when that is what's requested, we like to call it the room of hidden things."
"Okay." He commented while trying to follow along.
"Watch this." Hermione turned back to the wall. "I need a place to hide my book...I need a place to hide my book...I need a place to hide my book."
Another set of doors appeared in the same spot the others had faded from, only they were much taller and had different carvings. With their hands still joined together, Hermione opened the door; revealing the massive room built of items long forgotten.
"Wow." Charlie commented as he looked over the large quantity of objects people had wanted to hide over the years. "That's a lot of stuff to hide."
"You have no idea how deep this room actually goes." She said as she continued into the room. "Remember when I told you Harry, Ron and I split up to look for an artifact we knew would help us defeat Voldemort?"
Charlie flinched at the name, but didn't protest as he followed her along. "Vaguely."
"Well this was the room we were in." She revealed; glancing at the familiar stacks of junk before turning to face him again. "And it's also the room I'll need you to be in when I get back."
Charlie nodded, knowing he'd do anything she asked, but not knowing how to phrase it out loud. Something in the back of his mind told him she wasn't even close to the end of what she needed him for. "I had hoped you'd want me to be there for your arrival. After eight years without you, I know I'll want to be the first thing you see."
"You will be." She smiled; giving his hand a squeeze. "May 2nd, 1998; just after midnight."
The exact time and date of their reunion was something that Charlie had thought about often, though he tried not to. The thought of her disappearing for eight years without contact weighed heavily on his mind, try as he might to make light of the situation.
"Okay then." He took a deep breath; finally feeling a little bit of relief in knowing the far off day in the future they would be reunited. "What do you need me to do?"
"I have thought about this a lot over the past few months as I try to plan for my return. About how to get you into this room without being seen by my past self." Hermione continued. "And I think I finally know what to do."
Charlie's throat bobbed as he anticipated her next words.
"I need to leave Harry's invisibility cloak with you."
For what would not be the final time that day, Charlie's eyebrows raised high on his forehead. "I'm sorry, what?" He asked as he came to a halt in between two towering piles of junk. "That cloak you wore to my dorm before Christmas? The one from the story of the three brothers?"
"Yes." Hermione replied slowly as she stopped and turned to look at him.
Charlie paused as he pictured it in his head; thinking about what it being left with him meant. "Is that allowed?"
"Technically, no. I'm not supposed to leave anything behind." She admitted. "But it's the best option we have. You'll just have to keep it hidden, and refrain from using it unless it's an emergency."
"I can do that." He agreed. "I'm sure I'll be tempted to, but I'll behave myself. I promise."
Hermione pressed another soft kiss to his lips before turning around again. "You'll need to wear it into the castle so no one knows you've arrived yet, and wait for us to enter this room." She said as she gestured back to the door. "You'll need to follow us in until we split up, and then continue on after me. I'm the one who found the item we needed, and I'll need the backup the most."
"Okay." He commented again as he continued to take in the surroundings as they walked.
"There will be three young death eaters disillusioned in the hall as well." She continued. "We didn't know it at the time, but they were spying on us and followed us in. You have to let them, as it's why I'm here in the past. If I don't get attacked, I don't have a reason to use the time turner."
As her words sunk in, a lump formed in the back of Charlie's throat. "And if you don't use the time turner, you and I will never have met in 1989." He interrupted. "If I stop the attack, everything that we've been through together these past four months will never have happened."
Hermione nodded sadly; pressing her lips together in a straight line. "Exactly."
The pair stared at each other for a moment. There was still much to be said, but Hermione figured she'd let everything they'd discussed sink in for a minute before dropping more on him.
"I'm going to have to watch someone hurt you aren't I?"
"Do you remember hearing your dad bad mouth a man named Lucius Malfoy?" She answered his question with another question.
"Frequently, yes." He answered. "Dad always suspected he was a dark wizard. Is he the death eater who attacked you?"
"No, it was his son Draco." She shivered slightly as she re-lived his creepy assault. "He's a Slytherin in our year, but let's just say the apple didn't fall far from the tree."
"Well can I at least beat the tar out of him once you've disappeared to the past then?"
Hermione suddenly grinned, and nodded. "Have at it." She said as she held her hand out for him to take. "Come on, there's more to show you."
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A/N: So I have a lot more written, but this was getting way way too long again. I figured I'd find a good place to end this chapter, and spoil you with another update.
I should have the rest of the explanation and the plan finished in the next few days, as it seems my inspiration has returned full force. *crosses fingers*
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