I'm not sure if there'll be more to this or whether it's okay as a one-shot, let me know what you think!
Warning: Graphic sex scene, coarse language
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As Hermione made her way down the deserted corridor away from the wall of noise and people, large, rough, but not entirely unexpected, hands forced her into an empty office, locking the door behind them. The wall pulled a hiss from her as the cold brick touched her bare upper back. She pushed against the heavy chest leaning against her, fighting a smug smile. He'd been watching her, then.
"Oh, no you don't," Charlie Weasley growled, and she shoved harder, trying in vain to be released from his hold. She twisted and wriggled, but all it got was her hands held firmly above her head as he brought his lips down on hers in a bruising kiss. Her lips parted for him easily, as he'd known they would, but her fears returned as a burst of laughter from the distant crowd cut through the fog of lust that was descending over them. She turned away from his wicked mouth, trying to wrench her hands from his strong grip.
She knew it was a losing battle. She also knew he loved it when she fought him.
His teeth nipped at her neck, causing her to cry out softly, and a rush of energy to flow to her already pounding groin.
It had been far too long.
"You can't wear a dress like this and expect me not to take you at my earliest convenience, can you, kitten?" He purred into her ear.
Hermione felt one of his hands run down over the form-fitting red silk of her dress, and back up to her chest. His thumb hooked into the low neckline and released her breasts from their confines.
"Charli-" Her voice cut off into another cry as he nipped her neck again.
"Don't call me that here," he warned against her neck, his tongue soothing over her abused skin. "You know who I am to you."
"Master," she purred, leaning her head away from him so he could reach more of her neck with his mouth. He pinched and rolled her nipple in reward of his correct title. "There are so many people here, someone will find us, someone will hear us."
She felt his lips curl into a smile at her throat as she tugged half-heartedly against the large hand that still held hers aloft.
"Good. I want them to hear how loud you can be. Don't you want all those stuffy Ministry bastards who have been parading you about all night to hear just how good I make you feel?" Charlie's low voice rumbled through her, and in the dim light of the room, his intense blue eyes met hers.
He must've read her apprehension, because his eyes softened slightly.
"I'll ward the door. Then you'll do as you're told." He commanded, releasing her to turn to flick his wand at the door repeatedly.
Hermione dropped to her knees in submission immediately, her gaze falling to her hands as they lay on her thighs. Her heart beat wildly, anticipation making her chest, and exposed breasts, heave. She heard when Charlie turned around, his sharp intake of breath giving him away.
Not raising her gaze from her hands, she heard him slowly take steps towards her. He stood silently before her, testing her resolve not to look at him. He stepped up beside her, so close his trousers brushed against her shoulder, but still she did not look.
"Good girl," he breathed, and Hermione felt her breath catch at the praise. "You look so beautiful tonight, kitten. It has been... Difficult to keep my eyes and hands off you."
The Annual Ministry ball was a pompous, ostentatious event, but all Ministry employees without good reason were expected to attend. Including the two of them at the newly revamped Magical Beings and Animals Liaison Office. Hermione was especially pressured to attend, considering her status, but she drew the line at actually wearing her Order of Merlin. Even without it, she had witches and wizards pawing for her attention, something that she could see from across the vast room was getting under Charlie's skin.
He dragged a thumb slowly down her cheek to her lips, allowing her to graze the pad of his thumb with her teeth and tongue. Still, she did not speak, or even look his way, as he assessed her.
He tucked an escaped lock of hair behind her ear as he moved to stand in front of her, careful not to stand on the voluminous dress that had pooled around her.
"So perfect," he whispered, almost to himself. Then louder, "What am I going to do with you?"
He bent down so his face was level with hers. She could feel his eyes raking across her, but she did not allow her gaze to stray.
"Look at me."
Her eyes shot to his, almost in relief, as he allowed her this freedom. Her breathing became heavy as she saw the undisguised want in his eyes. He was pleased with her. He pressed a chaste kiss to her lips that left her chasing after him as he pulled away.
He stood back up, his crotch now level with her face. He could not hide the bulge in his trousers, she licked her lips at the sight of it straining against the material there.
"Tell me, kitten, would you rather my cock in your mouth, or, in your cunt?"
Sitting up slightly straighter as her pussy clenched in excitement, Hemione replied hoarsely, "Both, Master."
"Hmmm," Hermione watched, enthralled, as he slowly undid his belt. "I think, for now, we'll keep us both satisfied with my cock in your mouth, and if you're a good girl, later I'll find you again to fill your pussy. Would you like that?"
Hermione whimpered at the thought of not feeling truly full for what could be hours. She felt a sting across her cheek as Charlie slapped her face lightly.
"If you wanted my cock in you, you should've said so. Maybe next time you won't be such a greedy slut."
"Yes, Master," she moaned.
His filthy words were only getting her more worked up and she tried to clench her thighs together to get some kind of friction without him noticing.
His trousers fell to the floor with a thud. Slowly, watching her face, he released his erection from his boxers and stepped out of them both. He was standing so close now, he could run the tip of his dick over her lips. She stuck her tongue out and raised her eyes to his, expectant.
"Fuck," he murmured, taking her in. He slapped the head of his hard cock against the flat of her tongue a couple of times before letting go. "Please me, kitten."
"Yes, Master."
Hermione didn't need to be told twice. She slowly ran the blade of her tongue over the head of his cock, down the shaft to the base.
Charlie's hands forced their way into her styled curls, tugging her closer. She smiled, knowing he wanted more. She ran her hands up his thighs, dragging her fingernails as she went, hearing Charlie hiss in a breath and feeling his fingers clench against her scalp.
She licked down his shaft repeatedly, changing her angle so his cock was glistening and Charlie was groaning. She loved to tease him almost as much as he loved to be teased. She pulled back and looked up at him, mischief in her eyes.
Opening his eyes to look down at her, he slapped her again as he tugged her head in the direction of his twitching erection.
"Suck me, you fucking slut," he growled.
Hermione could barely get out her "Yes, Master," before she had his cock so deep down her throat her eyes watered. She watched Charlie let out a strangled groan as he threw his head back.
"Oh, fuck yes!"
Sucking her way back to the tip slowly, she took a deep breath through her nose and repeated the motion again and again. Each time she'd take his cock as far as she could, Charlie would groan, sending thrills straight to her cunt. She started to moan and whimper around his cock as she sped up her movements.
Moving a hand from his hips to grip the base of his cock, she twisted her hand as she pulled her mouth back, causing Charlie's knees to almost buckle in surprise. His hand yanked her hair harshly and his hooded eyes met hers. Her other hand snaked between his legs to press and rub the skin behind his balls, a spot she knew he liked fondled.
"Fuck, yes. I'm going to come and you're going to fucking swallow it like the slut you are, aren't you?" He groaned, watching her work at him.
Hermione nodded profusely as she bobbed over his cock, not letting up on her movements. Soon, Charlie let out a guttural cry, his eyes not leaving Hermione's as his balls tightened and he spilled into her mouth and down her throat.
Dutifully, she swallowed it all, licking gently at his cock until it was clean and he was pulling her up and into his chest. He pressed a lingering kiss to the top of her head.
"So, so good." He murmured after a long moment. "I think a good little slut like you deserves a reward," he grinned as her eyes lit up.
"Yes, Master," she breathed, daring to hope he'd go back on his word.
Reading the look in her eyes, he chuckled. "So greedy. You don't get my cock, yet, kitten. But you can have my hands, my mouth. Would you like that?"
A whimper escaped her as her pussy clenched tightly. "Yes, Master! Please, yes," she begged.
Charlie backed her up against the wall again and claimed her mouth. His tongue pushed roughly against hers, and she moulded her body against his, desperate for any kind of friction.
"Fuck, I love it when you taste like me. You're mine. Mine." He said, vehemently, kissing down to an exposed nipple before taking it into his mouth and flicking his tongue over it.
"Ah! Fuck! Yes, Master. I'm- Ah! I'm all yours."
His hands reached down and gathered the skirt of her dress up, and a searching hand felt for her legs, grazing up her thigh until it met with her soaking panties. His head pulled back from her chest to look at her.
"You're so wet. Fuck. Such a good slut." He slid her underwear aside with ease and traced the tip of a finger teasingly against her slit.
"Oh! Fuck, please!"
"Do you want something?" Charlie's gaze was smug as he watched the frustration roll across her face, and she grit her teeth to keep from groaning at him.
"Please, Master. I need more. I need you in me." She bucked her hips into his hand, unable to keep them still with his hand so close to where she wanted it to be.
Abruptly, Charlie plunged a finger into her tight pussy, and curled it against her, dragging the tip of his finger over her g-spot. He swallowed her scream of pleasure as his mouth descended on hers. Pulling his hand away, he spoke against her lips.
"Yes, you do. Never forget how much you need me in you."
"Never, Master," Hermione panted, bucking her hips, looking for more.
Charlie dropped to his knees in front of her, and rested the gathered fabric against her abdomen.
"Hold this."
She took it with both hands as his hot breath huffed over her pussy. She clenched her fists into the fabric to stop herself thrusting into his face.
Placing a hard kiss to her swollen clit, Charlie grabbed her suddenly and lifted her legs to sit over his shoulders, her back propped against the wall.
Yelling in surprise, Hermione threw her hands out to steady herself, but soon lost all coherent thought as Charlie began to suck gently on her clit.
Her moans increased in volume as he returned a finger to her slick pussy and pumped in and out of her, hard.
"Oh, fuck, please, yes, fuck!"
Charlie pulled away to bite her thigh. "Call for me."
"Master! Fuck, please, Master, I need more," Hermione whimpered as his tongue returned to lap at her clit, and he added a second finger to curl in her tight pussy.
"Master! Oh!" Her cries turned to incoherent moans before her entire body tensed to release a throaty scream from between clenched teeth as she came. Charlie's other hand held her tightly against him as she rode his face and threatened to topple them both over. He licked and licked until she was twitching beneath him and she had to tug him by his hair away from her sensitive nerves.
He placed one more kiss to her pussy before helping her down from his shoulders and emerging from within her dress, red-faced but bright-eyed.
Hermione lay her head back against the wall, steadying herself against the cool brick as her legs threatened to collapse beneath her. Charlie watched her for a moment, then stepped close, pulling her into his arms. She hummed softly in response.
His lips found hers again, but this time the kiss was unhurried. Hermione's eyes struggled to open when he moved away to help her right her clothing. Tender hands pulled her dress back over her breasts, kissing each of them before hiding them away. Feeling the goosebumps on her arms as he pulled her sleeves back up to her shoulders, he cast a warming charm over them both, which didn't help how much she wanted to sleep.
"It's not time to rest yet," he said, as he lay his forehead against hers. "You need to go wow the masses out there for a little longer."
Hermione nodded, taking a deep breath and pulling herself up from where she'd slumped against him. Retrieving her wand from a hidden pocket, she waved it to tidy her hair and makeup from their undoubtedly messy and smeared state. Charlie pouted.
"I quite liked the post-sex look you had going there."
Hermione snorted. "You just like the idea of everyone seeing me and knowing I'm taken."
Charlie sucked in a breath, and Hermione's sleepy mind caught up to the words that had left her mouth. Despite the possessiveness of their passionate encounters, they'd never spoken about exclusivity or a relationship between them. They'd been 'seeing' each other for over a year with increasing frequency, but never once been on a date.
Hermione had still casually seen other men, knowing she could stop seeing Charlie if she met someone she wanted to be serious with. But, as time went on, it had been the other men that she'd stopped seeing, and Charlie that had filled her mind more and more. She'd never brought it up because she knew his reputation as a bachelor, and didn't want to make things awkward by making him reject her advances. And she was certainly very pleased with their current arrangement.
She darted startled eyes to Charlie's, then away again, towards the door. This was not the place she wanted to have this conversation. Maybe if she left now, he'd forget what she'd said. She backed a step to the door, not meeting his eyes.
"Yes, I do." He said, his face thoughtful as he stared at her intensely.
"Charlie, I-" Hermione started, unsure what she was going to say. "I didn't mean to... I was just joking. We don't need to talk about this now."
She cringed at her stumbled words and backed further towards the door, flicking her wand to 'finite' the wards.
"You should probably wait here for a few minutes, to give me some time to get back out there before anyone sees," Hermione said before taking the coward's way out. She stepped into the hallway, away from his penetrating gaze, and trotted back to the party as fast as her high heels could carry her.
She was thankful for once, for the immense crowd and the anonymity it could offer.