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To Be Loved	By : elexma Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 10525 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“Come on everyone, breakfast!” Molly calls. Hermione steps out of Ginny’s room and makes her way down the stairs. She stops at Charlie’s room and stares at the empty bed. Ginny takes her hand and leads her down to breakfast. “Good morning dears!” Molly says and smiles brightly. Both girls settle at the table and begin filling their plates.
“So, you’ve a meeting with Snape this morning?” Ginny asks and cuts into her eggs.
Hermione nods then sighs when an owl swoops in the open window and lands in front of her. She frowns at the owl and takes the letter.
Marry me. - C
She snorts and shows the letter to Ginny who immediately sets it aflame. “Cheeky arse. Every morning he owls you and then must come accost you of an evening. Ignore him ‘Mione,” the redhead says with a nod.
“Ignore who?” Charlie asks as he walks into the room.
Ginny glares at him as he sits next to Hermione and begins piling food on his plate. “Shouldn’t you be working?” she snarls.
Charlie shrugs and shakes his head. “I took the next two weeks off for a wedding,” he replies. Hermione butters a scone then looks at Ginny.
“That reminds me, will you be my Maid of Honor when I marry Professor Snape?” she inquires. Charlie chokes on his tea so Ginny grins maliciously and nods. Hermione nods in response then stills when she feels Charlie’s fingers on her thigh. “Maybe Charlie can be a groomsman since he’s got the time off,” she continues. Her eyes dance with mirth as Molly leans against the counter smirking into her teacup.
Arthur enters the room and blinks at Charlie then settles next to him. “Bit early for you to be here today, isn’t it son?” he asks.
“No, dad, he took time off to be a groomsman in Hermione’s wedding to Snape,” Ginny snickers. The man opens his mouth then closes it and looks to Hermione. She shrugs noncommittally so he looks at Molly. His confused expression melts into one of understanding so he turns back to his plate.
Harry and Ron settle at the table and frown at Charlie. “Work?” Ron asks. Ginny giggles so Charlie growls and pushes his chair back. He grabs Hermione’s chair and pulls it out and around to face him. She looks at him in surprise as he kneels in front of her.
“Hermione Jean Granger, I have fallen for you. Even further than I ever thought possible. I just might love you more than I love my dragons. Will you be my wife?” he asks and pulls a ring from his pants pocket. She looks at the others as they watch attentively. Molly wipes a tear away and nods slightly so Hermione smirks.
“I suppose I can let Professor Snape down gently,” she says. Charlie stands and grabs her around the waist before kissing her soundly. He slips the ring onto her finger, so she grins at him. “Prat,” she teases.
Harry, Molly, and Arthur clap excitedly when Charlie pulls Hermione into another kiss. “Wanker,” Ginny and Ron chorus grumpily. Charlie helps Hermione back into her seat then returns to his own. He beams as he finishes his breakfast.
Molly straightens from the counter and claps her hands. “I suppose we should get to work on planning! You’ll need at least four bridesmaids and groomsmen to balance out the number of wedding guests. Who do you have in mind? What colors are you thinking? We’ll need to get you some dress robes and shoes. Oh, my goodness I’m so happy for you dear!” she babbles.
“Now dear, they have a month to get everything settled. Give them until after breakfast before really barraging them with details,” Arthur says. Molly smiles sheepishly then looks at Hermione when she smacks Charlie’s hand under the table. “There’s still a month boy-o. Don’t rush things,” Arthur advises.
-x-o-x-
Ginny grins as Hermione twirls in a set of cream-colored robes. “I love your choice!” she says in awe as she takes in the flowing skirt with a dropped waist and high halter neck. Hermione runs her hands over the beading and bites her lip.
“Are you sure it’s not too much detail?” Hermione asks.
Molly hugs her carefully and shakes her head as she tears up. “It’s perfect! Charlie will love it!” she turns her attention to Ginny and starts crying. “And the dresses you’ve chosen for the girls! They are absolutely fabulous!” She makes Ginny spin in her lacy halter dress with its high-low hemline.
“I love the blue you chose. Thank you for giving me a choice between pink and blue!” Ginny says. Luna nods next to her in her matching dusty rose gown. “Think the boys are ready? I can’t wait to see Harry in his dress robes!” Ginny exclaims.
Hermione bites her lip and giggles. “The boys are wearing corresponding colors to your dresses,” she says then looks up when Harry steps into the tent. He wolf-whistles Hermione so she smiles at him. “Same to you Harry,” she murmurs and allows him to carefully hug her.
“It’s not too late to run away and marry Snape, you know. He’s already here with McGonagall,” he teases. She snorts at him and swats his arm.
“Wanker,” she hisses.
Harry laughs and kisses Ginny’s cheek so the girl blushes. “Everyone’s set up and ready. Just waiting on you,” he says and nods at Hermione before exiting the tent.
Molly follows him so Ginny and Luna grin at Hermione. “I can’t believe you’re marrying that wanker,” Ginny says and shakes her head.
Hermione playfully glares at her then looks up when the band starts playing. Ginny and Luna step out and take Harry and Ron’s arm respectively to be led down the aisle. The tent sides slowly begin to raise so she takes a step then gasps when Fred and George sneak into the tent and each take one of her elbows. Charlie lifts his gaze and nearly collapses. Harry grabs his elbow to steady him as he relearns to breathe. Hermione smiles at everyone as she slowly makes her way down the aisle between the mischievous twins. Charlie steps forward and offers his arm so she takes it and together they step toward Kingsley. The man nods at the pair then orders them to clasp hands.
“As this knot is tied, so are your lives now bound. Woven into this cord, imbued into its very fibers, are all the hopes of your friends and family, and of yourselves, for your new life together. With the fashioning of this knot do I tie all the desires, dreams, love, and happiness wished here in this place to your lives for as long as love shall last. In the joining of hands and the fashion of a knot, so are your lives now bound, one to another. By this cord you are thus bound to your vow. May this knot remain tied for as long as love shall last. May this cord draw your hands together in love, never to be used in anger. May the vows you have spoken never grow bitter in your mouths. As any child discovers when they are learning to tie their own shoes, the first move is to cross the ends. As your hands are bound by this cord, so is your partnership held by the symbol of this knot. May it be granted that what is done before the gods be not undone by man. Two entwined in love, bound by commitment and fear, sadness and joy, by hardship and victory, anger and reconciliation, all of which brings strength to this union. Hold tight to one another through both good times and bad; and watch as your strength grows.”
The cord wrapped around their joined hands glows softly then fades. “May I present to you, Mister and Missus Charles Weasley!” Kingsley says and motions the couple to turn toward their guests.
-x-o-x-
“You’re the most beautiful bride,” Charlie whispers as they walk toward the apparition point. She blushes at him, so he chuckles. “Ready for the first night of the rest of your life?” he inquires.
Hermione nods and allows him to wrap his arms around her then turn on the spot. She looks around the room they land in. “Where are we?” she asks.
“Home,” he replies and nuzzles her ear. She melts into him when he presses his lips to hers. He pulls back a bit and grins at her. “Told you I would marry you,” he teases then takes her hand and leads her up the steps to a bedroom. “Let’s get that stunning dress off you before I ruin it somehow,” he growls. After a lot of giggling and cursing, Charlie gives up and spells the dress off her body and onto a hanger. He stares slack-jawed at the witch standing before him. “Bloody hell, baby! Warn a bloke!” he gasps.
She gives him a mischievous smile and runs her palms up across her belly to cup each breast. “I did, remember?” she purrs.
“You said Slytherin!” Charlie murmurs as he takes in the deep red and gold baby doll and panty set. “How did you hide this under your dress?” he asks as she slides one hand up into her curls and the other down her front to play with the panties.
Hermione giggles then turns around and begins to crawl onto the bed. “It’s a secRET!” she squeaks when the man grabs her hips and falls to his knees beside the bed. He drags his tongue from her clit to her arse in one smooth motion. A breathy moan escapes her lips as he nuzzles against her clit before sucking on it. “Charlie,” she whimpers. He growls against her, so she moans again. He hooks his thumbs in the waistband of the crotchless undergarment and gives them a tug before returning his attention to her center. “Oh Gods! I’m going to come if you don’t stop!” she pants.
“Do it. Come for me baby,” he murmurs and slides a finger into her soaking wet channel. Hermione screams and bucks against his mouth as he suckles on her clit. He chuckles and releases her, so she collapses against the pillows. “Oh no baby. We’re not done yet,” he says roughly as he magically divests himself of his clothing.
Her eyes widen at the size of him. “Merlin’s bollocks, Charlie!” she gasps then sits up and reaches for him when he climbs onto the bed next to her. His eyes drift shut when she curls her fingers around his girth. “I’m not sure you’ll fit,” she finally says.
He snickers and nods when he looks at her again. “Trust me baby, I’ll fit. Do you have a preferred position?” he asks. She bites her lip and blushes, so he quirks an eyebrow at her. “Don’t tell me you’ve never done this before. How the hell did you know about lingerie?” he gasps. She shrugs and rubs her arm in embarrassment, so he sighs. “I’ll be gentle. I promise. Come here,” he murmurs and pulls her into his arms. “What all have you done?” he inquires.
“Just kissing with Viktor. He insisted on being a gentleman as I was still underage,” she mumbles.
He grins impishly. “Then I get to be your first for everything. What did you think of what I just did?”
Hermione’s blush flares so he grins. “I really enjoyed it,” she finally says. He nods then presses a kiss to her forehead.
“I tell you what, I’ll let you top so you can go as slow or fast as you want. Sound good?” he murmurs. She nods and watches as he settles against the pillows. “Come over here baby,” he purrs. She straddles his hips, so he rubs her thighs. “Rub your juices on my shaft. It will help.”
Charlie watches as Hermione bites her lip and moves her hips experimentally across him. He moans then grins at her and nods, so she rubs harder. “Like this?” she asks. He nods and grips her hips as she lifts slightly. His eyes snap to hers when she begins sitting down on him.
“There you go baby,” he croons as she winces. “Take it slow. No need to hurry. We have all night and then the rest of our lives,” he says.
Hermione shakes her head, so he frowns. “Two children within the first three years of marriage,” she reminds him. He chuckles then cries out at the same time she does when she quickly seats herself on him fully.
“Gods baby, you’re so fucking tight,” he groans and pulls her down to kiss her.
-x-o-x-
“How are we going to work my schooling? I still have two years,” Hermione asks.
Charlie hums and rubs her back as they lay together in bed. “I assume you will attend Hogwarts and come home for hols,” he replies. She nods then sighs and sits up to look at him.
Her hair forms a curtain around them as she leans down to kiss him. He pulls her hair to one side and smiles at her. “What about children? We can’t wait until I’m done with Hogwarts because that only leaves one year and twins are never a guarantee,” she says softly.
“I guess I’ll just have to visit frequently until you conceive. I can ask one of the house elves to take care of the baby while you’re at school and I’m working,” he offers. She shakes her head vehemently, so he sighs. “Maybe you can ask Kingsley for advice? He might make amendments to the Act for those who are in school.” She grins at him and straddles him, so he chuckles. “I’m not sure I’m up for a fourth round just yet. Give me time to rest woman,” he growls.
She rolls her eyes at him then kisses him and snuggles into his chest. “Shut up idiot,” she murmurs. He barks out a laugh and rolls them to their sides.
“Sleep baby,” he mumbles around a yawn.
“Why are you calling me that?” she asks suddenly.
He blinks then shakes his head. “Would you rather I call you sweetums?”
“Go to sleep,” she orders.
-x-o-x-
Kingsley grins at Hermione when she pads into his office. “Kings, I need help,” she starts. He blinks at her then nods so she settles in a chair. “You know the childbearing stipulations of the Act. I need to know a way to still attend Hogwarts when I’m pregnant or after birth. Is there any way we can get some amendments made to this? I have two years left. Charlie suggested seeing about a way to graduate early?” she asks.
He strokes his chin in thought as he studies her. “I suppose we can work on something. Would you consider being tutored until you feel ready to sit your NEWTs?” he inquires.
“What would be the requirements for the tutoring program? Would it be available only to expectant witches or to any married student? There will be wizards who match with already graduated witches. It won’t be as much of a problem baby-wise but I’m sure they would be willing to accelerate their studies as well,” she says.
“Good point. It should be available to all those who are married, not just the witch. Give the married student the option to start the program at the start of conception,” he murmurs.
Hermione nods slightly. “Are we settled then? Give the married students an advanced course of study so they can sit their NEWTs early?” she inquires. Kingsley nods so she grins. “How are your petitions going?” she teases.
He covers his face with his hands and heaves a sigh. “I have gotten so many petitions that I can’t even sort through them all. I should have had them screened like I did yours,” he mutters then stills and looks at her through his fingers. She frowns so he lowers his hands and winces. “I only sorted out those who I knew where pureblood supremacists and out of an acceptable age range. I hope you’re not angry with me,” he says softly.
“Kings, I appreciate it. I truly do. Do you know how long it would have taken me to go through the list had you not stepped in?” she laughs. He relaxes and grins at her. She stands and hugs him then moves to the door. “Thank you so much for helping me!” she says and shuts the door behind her.
A hand rests on the small of her back so she starts. Draco grins at her as he guides her to the elevators. “How was your meeting with the Minister? Ready to annul your marriage to Charles and marry me instead?” he teases. She sighs at him, so his grin widens. “So, tell me what you were discussing with Shacklebolt,” he says.
Hermione takes his arm as they step into the elevator. “I needed assurance about what will happen at Hogwarts during my pregnancy,” she says.
Draco’s eyes widen and he whistles. “Expecting already? It’s only been three weeks since you married! Unless you were a blushing bride for an entirely different reason?” he questions and glances at her abdomen. She smacks his arm and glares.
“I’m not pregnant yet, you prat,” she snorts.
He pulls her back against his front as more people crowd into the elevator. “I can fix that for you,” he purrs against her ear. Her eyes widen and she swings her gaze around to his. He winks so she blushes.
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