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Left Alone in the Burrow	By : FeatheredQuill Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Charlie Views: 25978 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter series, or any characters from it. It is owned by J. K. Rowling only. Various publishers are Bloomsbury Books, Raincoat Books and Warner Bros. Inc. I make no money from this, or any other fictions I write.

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Author's Note: Hey there. This is my first fanfiction on here... Yay. Thought I'd contribute to the Hermione/Charlie shipping, because it's so undershipped. I love 'em. So, here goes. Enjoy :D

“Goodbye!” called Mrs Weasley as her and her brood of children left the Burrow in pursuit of the new sales on at Diagon Alley in celebration of the end of the War. Hermione was left alone in the house due to her leg wound that she had obtained from Amycus Carrow near to the end of the War. His curse had rebounded off a stone wall and hit Hermione, causing a huge gash on her right thigh. Because it was dark magic, the regular St Mungo’s healers could do nothing about it except let it heal of its own accord and regularly check it. They could siphon off some of the magic, allowing an easier recovery but it was a long and painful process.

Hermione looked around the Burrow’s sitting room, smiling as she saw all the moving pictures of the Weasley family. They all waved to her. One particular Weasley caught her eye. He was standing at the back of all the pictures, never once allowing himself to be the main focus of the camera. He was the only Weasley she hadn’t met. Throughout her short-lived romance with Ron, it seemed she had met each and everyone of his multiple relatives. Except Charlie Weasley. He was a mystery to her. All she knew of him was his occupation- he worked with dragons in Romania.

Hermione brooded upon him for most parts of the day usually. He kept her mind off the constant throbbing of her leg. He was her only distraction.

Fed up of her constant obsession with the second-eldest Weasley child, Hermione turned to her book- ‘Dealing With Cranky Creatures, Volume II’. She was engrossed in the book, page-turning every minute, absorbing knowledge fervently. Her nose was bent to the old edition, not noticing anything of her surroundings. She didn’t even notice the pop of the fireplace and the uproar of the green flames.

Charlie Weasley sighed as he stepped through his office’s fireplace into the Burrow’s. He hadn’t been home in over four years. He had only visited briefly before his work had pulled him back to Romania again. He really hoped his mother wouldn’t screech over him much, but knowing Mrs Weasley, that wasn’t likely.

Charlie was therefore incredibly surprised when he appeared in the Burrow’s sitting room to a quiet reception. A silent reception in fact. Charlie peered around the room. His first impression was that the room was completely empty, but a second look round proved him wrong.

A huge book was propped up in his favourite armchair, with a pair of slim legs buried underneath it.

He coughed lightly to try and alert the girl in his family’s home of his presence and was amused when she promptly jumped about three feet high, standing up and dropping the heavy book.

Charlie had never seen this girl before. She was probably one of ickle Ronnie’s friends that his mother was always raving about. She obviously was not Harry Potter, so this must be Hermione Granger, Charlie mused. However she looked nothing like the photos that were scattered around the Weasley home. Those pictures made Charlie think of a mountain of bushy hair with a small person hidden underneath it.

No, this was a woman who stood in his sitting room. The book had been concealing a lot of her. Her sleek, golden hair fell in waves to her waist. Her skin was flawless, smooth and glowing. His fingers itched to touch it, but he was afraid he might somehow hurt her with his rough hands by just stroking a cheek. His eyes tracked down her curvaceous body. He estimated her breasts wouldn’t fit into his large hands, but overflow instead. That was good. Charlie liked a fuller figure on a woman. Beneath her chest, there was a tiny waist and her hips flowed out into shapely, tanned legs. Her small feet were encased in fluffy pink slippers.

Charlie’s half-lidded gaze traveled back up her form, only just noticing she was only dressed in a short silk dressing gown. It only came to mid-thigh, something Charlie’s lust-ridden mind was very grateful for.

Hermione’s breath caught in her throat. Charlie Weasley was standing right in front of her, and if she was not mistaken, he was perving on her. Not that she minded, because she was doing a bit of perving herself.

She looked down from his handsomely carved face to his solid, powerfully-built torso. His muscular arms poking out of his simple white vest were covered in colorful dragon tattoos. The tattoos moved up and down, one curling around his bicep and a delicate looking creature was coiled around his wrist. Hermione could have sworn its tongue flickered out at her. Charlie’s muscles were clearly defined through his almost transparent vest and his cut-off jeans did nothing to hide his strong, sturdy-looking thighs. One calf was adorned with another dragon, a fierce looking red beast. It seemed to be trying to bite Charlie’s leg, with not much success.

Hermione’s mouth slightly agape, her eyes once more focused on Charlie’s intense brown gaze. His lip slightly curved on one side. He knew she was ogling him. Damn.

“H-hi. I’m… Hermione.” Damn again. She had forgotten her own name.

“Charlie.” His deep, throaty voice sent shivers down Hermione’s spine. Charlie interpreted this as a chill.

“Are you cold?” His eyes once more took in her apparel. “You’re not wearing much.”

“No, I’m fine. There was just a slight breeze.” Hermione was proud of how little her voice trembled as she uttered the small lie.

“Funny. I didn’t feel anything.” His lip curled up again.

Triple damn. He saw right through her.

“Where is everyone? Usually there’s no quiet in this house. Especially where my siblings are concerned.” Charlie took a step toward Hermione.

Her eyes widened. She swallowed. “Uh… Out. They’ve gone… shopping. There’s a sale on in Diagon Alley.”

Charlie took another step toward her. Hermione’s breath quickened. “My mum could never resist a sale. How long will they be gone?”

Another swallow. She glanced at the clock on the mantelpiece. “They left about half an hour ago, so they’ll be back in about two hours, I think.”

Charlie was now so close to Hermione, he could feel her hot breath on his chest every time she exhaled. His hand captured her small waist and pulled her even closer.

“Why are you doing this Charlie? We don’t even know each other.” Hermione’s protest was so softly-spoken Charlie barely heard her.

Charlie’s hands moved up to Hermione’s shoulders and pushed her back slightly, and looked into her hazel eyes.

“It’s true, I don’t know you. But you are one hell of a beautiful woman Hermione, and I’ll be damned if I pass up this opportunity. Frankly, I haven’t had sex in a while, and you are like water to a parched man in that accursed place Bill used to call home.”

“Egypt?”

“That’s the one. The fact I don’t know you has no relevance. The fact I’d like to get to know you however, bears great relevance. My mother sends me three letters a day it seems, and about half of them are about you. I was always intrigued by the ‘caring, brave young girl’, Mum constantly wrote about. Is it true about your leg?”

Charlie’s fingers ghosted over Hermione’s thigh. Instead of causing the intense pain any other contact with the wound had done previously, Hermione felt a strange tingling and the usual aggravation was soothed.

“What did you do? Not that I mind- to quote Ronald, ‘it’s bloody brilliant’! How did you make the pain go away though?”

Charlie grinned sheepishly. “I’ve worked around dragons for a fair few years now, we have to get good at alleviating wounds very quickly. I’ll tell you the spell later, if…” His eyes were focused on Hermione’s lips.

“…If what?”

“If this.”

Charlie leant in and took Hermione’s mouth with a hunger that surprised her. His hand moved to the back of her head to anchor her in place while his other hand reached for the small of her back, pulling her flush against him. Her hands smoothed up Charlie’s muscular back as she moaned into his mouth, creating an entrance for Charlie’s tongue.

He delved in, their tongues battling for dominance. Charlie backed Hermione against the wall, rubbing his full groin against her feminine mound. Hermione moaned again and wrapped her legs around his waist. She pushed back against him and Charlie broke their kiss, burying his face in her neck, groaning.

He licked the juncture of her neck and scraped his teeth against her skin. Hermione’s fingers tensed on his back, pulling his vest tight. She frantically pulled his top up. Her mind had no thinking process except the urgent need for skin-to-skin contact. She whimpered when she couldn‘t get it off. Charlie reached down and took it off himself instead, pulling apart her dressing gown as well. All she had on beneath it was a red, skimpy lace top and matching lace underwear.

Charlie growled his appreciation and immediately bent to her breast, suckling it through the lace. Hermione sobbed as his teeth latched onto her nipple and worried it between them. She ground against him even more desperately. He wanted to thrust into her heat, frustrated by the thin sheet of fabric between the two bodies. He trailed his hands down her body, still tormenting her with his hot mouth on her breast and, inserting two fingers on each side of the waistband of her pants, pulled sharply. The fabric ripped easily. The knickers fell to the floor.

The rough material of his jeans rubbed against her hot, wet mound and she keened.

Every nerve of Hermione’s body was alive. She had never felt like this. There was a fierce burning between her legs that she knew only Charlie could assuage.

Charlie wrapped his strong arms around her waist and walked from the sitting room up the rickety stairs to his old bedroom. All the way up Hermione bit and licked his chest, growls escaping from her perfect little mouth. Her nails scratched into Charlie’s back. Charlie could barely walk with the erection he now sported, which had been steadily growing ever since he first saw Hermione in the sitting room. Going up the stairs with a little temptress attached to his chest was unthinkably difficult, but somehow he managed it.

He slammed her against the wall outside his bedroom. He bit her neck, harder this time, as a reprimand for her misbehaving on the stairs. She gasped, arching into his body.

He picked her up once more, this time opening the bedroom door and throwing her on his bed. He sent up a silent prayer to his mother for keeping his room orderly and clean, albeit with the misconception he would come back and have need of it. Well, actually, he did come back, and looking at the woman in his bed, he admitted he did need it. Merlin, he needed this.

He stripped of his remaining clothes and crawled onto the bed. Hermione had been giving him come-hither looks from her hazel eyes darkened with lust. He parted her legs and lay between them, kissing Hermione, biting her soft, plump lower lip. A gasp escaped her mouth as she finally felt all of him, skin-to-skin. She rubbed against him again, moaning.

“Hermione, don’t tempt me. I’m this close to forgetting foreplay and just sinking into you.” Charlie’s low voice was broken with lust.

Hermione smiled. “I don’t want foreplay now. Later, yes, but now I just want you buried in me. Please Charlie.”

Charlie grunted and buried his face in Hermione’s soft neck, trying to slow his breathing.

Hermione writhed underneath him, impatient. Her small hands traced down his chest and touched his erection. She stroked him from base to tip with her soft fingers, licking his neck.

Charlie groaned. His mental processes were now completely useless.

Hermione’s hands guided him to her slick entrance. She whimpered at the light contact.

Charlie growled. This wasn’t fair. He couldn’t think when he was positioned so close to hot, wet temptation. Oh, fuck it all.

With one swift thrust, Charlie was completely buried inside Hermione. It was even better than he’d imagined. She was scorching hot and tight. So damn tight.

Her chest heaved as she tried to get used to the unnatural stretching, and burning between her legs. She wasn’t a virgin but had only had one sexual encounter before, with Viktor Krum. He was considerably smaller than Charlie and she definitely didn’t feel this full with him.

Charlie could feel Hermione tensing beneath him and waited until she had relaxed, gritting his teeth all the while. He suppressed the desire to forget the woman in his bed’s discomfort and pay attention to his primal instincts, to pound into her until he was satisfied.

Hermione was now past the point of pain and began to feel a pleasure building. It seemed incredibly vital that she made her bed partner start moving or else she would explode. She wriggled beneath him experimentally.

“Hermione. I’m telling you now, if you’re not comfortable, stop moving. I’m on a fine line here.” His raspy voice sent shivers rippling through her once more and yet again she undulated under him. His rough hands went to her breasts and started massaging the soft mounds. The friction created by his calluses was unbearable.

“Please.”

That was the only confirmation Charlie needed. He withdrew from her channel, allowing only his tip to stay within her, chuckling at Hermione’s wail of protest at her emptiness. He thrust deeply back into her. The bed rocked at the power in his movement and Charlie built a rhythm, riding his woman. She arched into him, keening.

Tension in her increased, and she writhed beneath her wizard. Her nails scratched his back, leaving long, red scores in his skin. The pain seemed to spur him on further, and he thrust faster and faster.

Hermione screamed as pure pleasure ripped through her. Her world fragmented around her and all she saw was white.

The clenching around his cock was too much for Charlie. He erupted violently, spilling himself into her. Her rippling muscles continued to milk him long after his orgasm. He pulled out of Hermione. The friction from Charlie dragging his member from her tight channel caused aftershocks coursing through her body.

Charlie collapsed beside her, throwing an arm around her, pulling her to him. They both fell into a deep sleep.

“We’re back! Hello?”

Molly Weasley’s strident tones broke the silence of the Burrow.

Hermione awoke with a shock to see Charlie emerging from the shower that Arthur had installed, with the help of Hermione and Harry and extensive examining of the instruction booklet. He was dressed only in a towel hanging low on his waist. For a moment Hermione admired his muscled build, mouth watering at the sight of his rippling abdomen. She shook herself back to reality.

“Oh no! They’re back! My clothes are downstairs! What do I do?” Hermione frantic whisper amused Charlie to no end. He threw a top and jeans he had filched a few minutes earlier from her room to her.

She mouthed a thank you to him and dressed quickly.

Charlie headed downstairs to give her a few more minutes. His arrival was greeted with shrieks from his mother, and Hermione coming down the stairs soon after saw Mrs Weasley smothering Charlie in kisses and hugs.

Mr Weasley clapped Charlie on the back and turned to Hermione.

“Ah, Hermione! I assume you’ve met our Charlie?”

Hermione looked at Charlie. He smirked.

“Yes. We’ve met.” Hermione murmured.

Fin.

Hope you enjoyed that! Please review, I'd like to hear your comments :)

Lots of love, FeatheredQuill x
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