Freedom

A/N: Okay everyone, since you've all been so patient with my pathetically short chapters, here is a long one for you. :)

Mondays were always boorishly…well, boring. Hermione was thrilled that she was talking to Harry today about what they were going to do in the case against her husband, but she was so excited about that happening later this afternoon that she could not keep her head straight on what she was supposed to be working on today.

She pulled her reading glasses off and looked at her watch again. Half-Eleven. She could probably get away with having an early lunch, she thought. She rubbed her neck and put away the paperwork that she had been going over. She was about to get up from her desk when there was a knock on the door. As usual, she tried to not get her hopes up until he was actually in her office, but as usual, she failed to do so.

“Come in,” she said in a voice softer than normal. The door opened and Hermione let out a sigh of relief as she saw Charlie on the other side of the threshold. She hadn’t been able to be with Charlie once this weekend because Draco had practically kidnapped her for their anniversary, and she was incredibly eager for him to be here so that they could shag like bunnies. She stood up and smiled.

“I thought I’d join you for lunch,” he said in a businesslike tone, holding up a brown paper bag to have evidence of his visit. Charlie worked on a reservation in southern Scotland, but he often had to go to meetings and such at the Ministry, and he would try to see her whenever he had the chance.

“Okay,” she said with a smile. He closed the door behind him and walked over to her with a determined stride. He absentmindedly dropped the paper bag on the desk and put his big, calloused hands on either side of her face, dipping down for a kiss that had her head flying to the clouds.

Kissing Draco was like playing a perfect symphony. It almost seemed choreographed in how perfect their lips and tongues met and dueled and danced with each other. It was perfect and romantic and amazing. Kissing Charlie was entirely different. His hands held her head still so that he could fully ravage her mouth with everything he had, his lips meeting hers in an almost violent crush, his tongue fighting hers instead of dancing with it. It was also perfect and amazing. She loved kissing both of them and was incredibly glad that she didn’t have to ever choose between the two.

When he pulled away, his hot breath heated her wet lips as he put his forehead against hers. “So you’re staying in for lunch?” he asked, a wicked smirk playing across his lips.

Hermione’s eyes gazed towards the door to her office. She always risked the chance that someone would see what she was up to when either Charlie or Draco visited her office. She seemed to forget that there was a window in the door. That there were windows on either side of the door. And yet she had just allowed Charlie to nearly devour her when anyone could have walked by. She really, really wanted Charlie right now, but she really didn’t want to risk it by having sex on her desk.

“Charlie, I don’t think we should—”

He put his fingers over her lips to silence her. “Hermione, we’ve done this a hundred times and you’re still worried that we’ll get caught? Come on, you’re serving Ron tomorrow for Merlin’s sake. Who’s going to care if you do something with me today anyway?”

Hermione knew there was something wrong with that logic. That it should still matter if Ron knew about her and Charlie, but at the moment she didn’t seem to care. “Okay,” she said a little dazedly, besides, they could always shag behind the desk, then no one could see them. Charlie smirked; damn Draco was rubbing off on him.

“All right. Go sit on your chair,” he said, pushing her back towards her chair. She sat down and immediately spread her legs and shimmied her knickers off. “Eager, are we?” Charlie asked.

“Charlie, I didn’t get to have you once this weekend. I’ve missed you,” Hermione said in a soft voice.

“I missed you, too. Draco had to hog you all for himself. Stupid anniversary thing,” he muttered petulantly.

“Are we going to have lunch or what?” Hermione asked, interrupting his ranting. Charlie grinned again and moved over to her, he quickly got to his knees and moved himself under her big wooden desk. It wasn’t a tight fit, he seemed to fit comfortably under there, and he pulled her chair so that he was enclosed in the space, his face level with her skirt, and her knickerless body beneath it.

“I’ve been waiting so hard for this all week, Hermione,” Charlie murmured against her knee. Hermione was eagerly anticipating his first touch. Not knowing what he would do first. She was so intense on waiting for that moment that the knock on the door made her jump up in her seat, banging her knee on the bottom of the desk.

Hermione sat completely still as her door opened. She could not believe that she was going to get caught doing something with Charlie on the day before she was telling Ron she was leaving him. She groaned.

“Hermione,” a voice said before the door was fully opened. Hermione’s stomach dropped. Damn Sod and his law. Why? Oh why, cruel fate?

“Ron?” she asked in a very confused, exasperated sigh.

“Yeah,” he said as though it was obvious. He closed the door behind him and walked straight to the chair on the other side of the desk from her and plopped down in it as though he owned the place. Hermione was still giving him a confused glance. This was only the second time that he had visited her at work.

“Why are you here?” she asked, cringing as it sounded interrogatory. Her hand under the desk was then held in a big, calloused one and Charlie began soothing her hand with his, comforting her. Damn Ron for interrupting them. She had been about to get shagged rotten by his brother. She almost smiled at the thought.

“I have a right to be here, Hermione. I am your husband,” Ron said. “I just wanted to talk to you about something.”

“What did you want to talk to me about, then?” she asked, calming slightly at Charlie’s soft caresses under the desk. She was so glad that Ron hadn’t walked to her side of the desk because there was no way that he would have missed the shock of red hair under there.

“Well, I’m sure that Harry went and tattled to you as soon as he could get his skinny arse to your side, so I wanted to talk about what he saw.”

“You in bed with another woman?” Hermione asked. Like she cared about that when she had a very attractive man under her desk.

“Yes,” Ron said.

“What is there to talk about?” Hermione asked. “It’s not like I haven’t know that you’ve been cheating on me for years, Ron.” When her voice starting taking on a more hostile tone, soothing lips started running across her exposed knee.

“Well, if you would be a good wife and satisfy my needs, perhaps I wouldn’t have to take solace in other’s company,” Ron said in an accusatory tone.

“Ronald Weasley! I would rather not satisfy you a hundred times and let you sleep with all the slags you want than to even pretend that I would enjoy satisfying your needs.”

“You are my wife, Hermione. I should not have to resort to whores.”

Hermione gritted her teeth against the words that wanted to come out of her mouth. Not for long! but she knew that that would only make matters worse. “So what did you want to come here to talk to me about, Ron? I don’t care that you’re sleeping around. What else is there to discuss?”

Ron stared her down, probably trying to think of something else to rebuke her about. He opened his mouth to keep talking, but there was another knock at the door. When the door started opening, Hermione decided that she should have a lock on her door so that people couldn’t just walk in at inopportune times. She just wanted everyone to leave her alone so that she could shag the man under her desk.

“Hey, Granger,” Draco’s voice filtered in before he was visible beyond the threshold. Hermione felt Charlie’s hand tighten on hers and his lips stopped kissing the inside of her knee. She almost groaned—that had felt really good.

Draco stopped when he saw the red hair of a Weasley that was most definitely not their boyfriend. “Weasel! So good to see you here,” Draco said with a thick layer of sarcasm.

“What the fuck do you want, Malfoy?” Ron asked.

“None of your business,” he said, turning a smirk towards Hermione. “Potter said that he wanted you to go over these, Granger. Wants them back by the time you leave. He said that you should stay as long as it takes you.” He slipped Hermione a wink on the last part.

“Don’t call her Granger, Malfoy, it’s not her name anymore.”

Again Hermione had to hold back that nagging voice. Not for long. Soon, so soon, her name would be Granger again. She could tell that Draco was trying to hold it back as well, and again, Charlie’s hand tightened soothingly on hers.

“Sorry, Weasel, old habits die hard,” Draco finally said. He turned to Hermione. “You better get a work on those. Then this will be all over and done with.”

“Thanks, Malfoy,” Hermione said. She turned her attention back to Ron. “Well I have to get these done, Ron, so if there’s nothing else beside you cheating on me that you wanted to talk about, I think you can leave now.”

Ron nearly jumped across the table in a fit of rage. He grabbed her loose hand and squeezed it hard. Hermione yelped. “Listen to me, you little chit!” he started, then he seemed to realise that Malfoy was still in the room. “We’ll talk about this tonight when you get home.”

Hermione shook his hand off of hers. “Fine. Now get out.”

Ron shook with anger as he got up and gave Draco a nasty glance, leaving the room. Draco shut the door behind Ron with an angry sigh that sounded like “Son of a fucking bitch.” He walked behind Hermione and started rubbing her shoulders. “Are you all right, babe?” he asked, kissing her neck. Then he saw some red under the desk and started laughing. “Charlie, you’ve been under there the whole time?” Draco asked.

Hermione’s chair was pushed back a little bit and Charlie’s head emerged and laid on her lap. “Yes, I was,” he said in a humoured voice, looking up at their angel, his face growing serious. “Seriously, love, are you all right?”

Hermione didn’t know what to say. She was shook up, of course. That was the first time that Ron had ever lost control around other people. The first time that he had ever come here to talk to her about his many whores. She felt like he had had something more that he had wanted to say but had chickened out and gone with that instead, but she couldn’t be sure. She didn’t know what was going on.

“I don’t know,” she answered honestly.

Charlie grabbed Hermione’s hips and somehow, moments later, had pulled her off of her chair and lain down with her straddling his stomach. He brought her down to kiss him. “It’s almost over now, darling. I know that it was hard for you to not bring that up, he gave you so many chances. But it is almost over and we’re almost free.” He said the last part with a smile.

Hermione felt instantly better. She looked into the big, brown, loving eyes of Charlie Weasley and had to consciously try to figure out how he and her husband were at all related. She didn’t like to think about that, though. When someone called her Mrs Weasley, she liked to pretend that she had that name because it was Charlie’s, not because it was Ron’s.

The sheer contrast between Charlie’s face, his burnt and freckled hands cradling her face as he made love to her mouth, his strong body under hers, was laughable when compared with Ron’s angry face, his calloused hands smacking her cheeks instead of caressing them, his lanky body above hers as he thrust for his own enjoyment.

Draco’s lips found Hermione’s neck and she was pulled from her reverie. She looked back at him and to the man between her thighs and smiled. “I know,” she sighed. “Tomorrow will be the beginning of the end. He can’t control my magic once I’ve filed for the divorce, so I can take Jamie and stay with you two until the trial…I mean, I can stay with you, right?”

“Of course!” Charlie smiled broadly.

“Hermione,” Draco said below her ear. “In five years have we ever refused you anything?”

Hermione tried to think if they ever had not done something that she wanted. “You told Harry when I asked you not to,” she said in a soft voice. “But I think that’s about it.”

“He needed to know,” Charlie said matter-of-factly.

“I know. You’re right,” Hermione said. “I’m just saying that you did that.”

There was a loud shrilling noise and all three of them jumped at the sudden interruption to their time alone together. The phone rang again. Hermione groaned at the third interruption in the last twenty minutes of her and Charlie’s supposed lunch quickie. Draco picked up the receiver and put it to Hermione’s ear. “Hello, this is Hermione Weasley, Deputy Minster of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. How may I help you?”

“She sounds so professional,” Charlie commented from under Hermione, grinning at Draco, and Hermione pinched his side.

“Oh, of course, just hold on one second,” Hermione said into the phone. She put her hand over the receiver to talk to the boys. “Kelly’s boyfriend broke his shoulder falling off his broom, so she wants to go to St Mungo’s to be with him and was wondering if I could come get Jamie from the house.”

“I’ll go get him,” Draco said. “You two can stay here and finish whatever you were starting. I’ll pick him up and take him to my office for the afternoon. I’ve been monopolising you too much this weekend anyway.”

“Really, Draco? You’ll do that?” Hermione asked him, not that she didn’t love shagging Draco as much as Charlie but she hadn’t been with Charlie in over a week and she had been shagged by Draco more times than she thought humanly possible this weekend. At the moment, she just needed a good, hard fucking from the man between her thighs.

“Again, when have I ever refused you anything?”

Hermione gave him a big smile and then took her hand off the receiver to tell Kelly that Draco was coming to pick up Jamie. She handed the phone back to Draco, who was now on the floor with them. He got up and replaced the receiver but then picked it back up. They all waited until he was connected on the other side. “Hey, Potter. It’s Malfoy. Listen, Jamie’s babysitter’s boyfriend broke his shoulder so I’m going to be gone for a good hour to go pick Jamie up from Hermione’s house, is that all right?”

Draco looked at Hermione and Charlie making out on the floor and Harry said something on the other line. “She’s busy,” he answered. “Okay. Yeah, I’ll tell her. Okay, see you later, Potter.”

“What was that about?” Hermione asked Draco when he had again replaced the receiver.

“Potter said he’ll be here in about an hour to go over the details of the trial with you. So you two should be quick.” He gave them a smile. “But I’ve got to go and pick up Jamie then. Oh, and Hermione, you should tell Charlie the good news.”

“What good news?” Charlie asked. His hands had been running circles over her hips, making her unconsciously grind herself against his stomach, but he stopped when Draco mentioned this.

“She’ll tell you,” Draco said giving them both parting kisses, then he smirked and left them behind in the room.

“You’ll tell me…?” Charlie started. He was lying flat on the floor and Hermione was straddling his stomach and he felt like he was going to explode with need when she had been grinding her knickerless body against his hard stomach.

“I’ll tell you after we both experience mind-blowing orgasms,” Hermione said with a snicker, reaching behind herself to undo his trousers. She couldn’t quite get the catch and had to turn her head around to find the button so that she could get his button free, pulling his trousers and his boxers down so that his cock was exposed to the warm air of the office.

“Ah,” he sighed. “Oh, Merlin, Hermione. I need you so bad.”

“I know how you feel,” Hermione said with a smile, scooting herself backwards until she was kneeling with her legs on either side of his, her face level with his erection. She looked into Charlie’s eyes as she took a broad swipe from the base of his cock to the head. He groaned loudly.

“I won’t last long,” he said. She took another swipe. “Not if you keep doing that.”

“Mmm,” Hermione moaned. Charlie’s hand moved to the back of her neck, tangling in her hair as she engulfed the whole head in her mouth and began sucking.

“Hermione, I’m not going to be able…” he groaned.

She let his cock pop free of her mouth and sensually crawled up his body, staring into his eyes the entire time. Then she was on her back. She could never understand how he moved so fast, how he seemed to hold onto her just right and flip them over without even hurting her so that she was the one laying helplessly on the floor and he was the one staring sensually into her eyes as he hovered above her.

“Fuck me, Charlie,” she moaned. She saw the mental struggle in his head as he looked at her skirt. Keep it on? Take it off? Flip it up? Leave it how it was? Scrunch it up? There were so many dirty thoughts going through his mind.

Knock Knock Knock

“Oh bloody, fucking hell!” Charlie yelled in a whisper. Hermione scrambled free of him and looked around the side her desk to the window to see who was at the door. It was Harry. She stood up and straightened her skirt.

“Pull your trousers up, Charlie,” Hermione said with a groan. “It’s Harry. This is going to take a while.”

Charlie reluctantly pulled his trousers up and stood up with Hermione. She walked over to the door and opened it, reluctantly letting Harry into her office.

“Hey, Hermione,” he said. “Just thought that since it was lunch, we could go over that stuff a little sooner.”

“Uh, sure, Harry. Do you mind if Charlie is here. He came to eat lunch with me.” She was hoping to Merlin that Harry would get the hint that she wanted to do much more than eat lunch with Charlie, but he just agreed enthusiastically and walked into her office, taking a seat at one of the two chairs across from her desk. Charlie was already sitting in the other one, his paper bag lunch sitting over his crotch.

“Hey, Charlie,” Harry said with a smile. “You have a meeting to go to?”

“Yeah, actually,” Charlie said. “I’m here for three days. My partner, Jessica, and I have a bunch of land rights policies to go over for the reserve. They put me in that tiny temporary office on the third floor under for the time being.”

“Yeah, that’s no fun. There’s not even a window in that room, is there?” Harry asked.

“Well, no,” Charlie said. “But the windows are all enchanted anyway, so there’s really no point anyway, right?” he asked.

“Right,” Harry said with a slight smile.

Hermione watched as Charlie took a bite of his sandwich. Harry had turned to her and started talking, but Charlie had gotten some mayonnaise on his chin and was licking it off, completely sidetracking her mind.

“Hermione!” Harry said a little louder.

“Sorry, Harry,” Hermione said. “What was that?”

“I just asked you how you were doing?”

“Oh, I’m…good,” she strangled out. It would probably be bad to tell Harry that she was incredibly turned on and mentally castigating herself for thinking that mayonnaise was sexy when on her redheaded sex god’s chin.

“Oh, love?” Charlie said. “Draco said you had good news. You never did tell me what.”

“Oh!” Hermione smiled. “Draco and I are pregnant!” Hermione said with a smile. “We decided that since I’m almost rid of Ron anyway, it won’t matter if the baby looks like Draco and you know he’s been jealous of you since Jamie was born, Charlie.” Hermione tried to console Charlie.

Charlie was smiling, however. “We’re going to have another baby?” he asked. “So that’s why he kidnapped you all weekend. The anniversary was just a cover-up.”

Hermione smiled. She and Charlie finished their lunches while Harry talked about what they could bring up as evidence against Ron in the case. Charlie mentioned that Draco had been in there earlier when Ron had gone berserk. And they thought up some airtight examples to bring in front of the Wizengamot.

Eventually, Charlie had to leave to go to a meeting, and Hermione almost moaned with longing, since she was still talking to Harry and would not get a chance to shag the gorgeous Weasley until much later, it seemed.

Finally, around four o’clock, she and Harry were done going over everything and she had signed the papers. Ron was to be served the next morning. One more night with him, Hermione thought happily. One more night with Ron and it would be over for good.

She smiled as she went to find that tiny office where Charlie would be.

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