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In For A Penny, In For A Pound	By : SiriusLives689 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 11482 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Contains Sexual Content that will get explicit. I do not own Harry Potter or anyone/thing in the Potter-verse, nor am I now or ever making a profit. Reviews are always welcome. Please remember this is a story, and it unravels in time.

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Chapter Six

My timeline is all my own. I am sticking with events, just sometimes they happen earlier!!

The following afternoon, when Charlie Weasley finally rolled out of bed, with absolutely no help at all from his screaming mother, and did not yell at her at some point about how he was on holiday and she needed to ‘bugger off’, he found a Ministry owl waiting for him.

“What the bloody hell do you want?” he asked the owl.

The tawny bird held out his leg offering Charlie the attachment. Charlie took it, and grumbled something to the owl about food in the kitchen.

Charlie brushed his teeth, threw on some jeans and a t-shirt, grabbed the letter and took the stairs two at a time. Upon arrival in the kitchen, his mother handed him a sandwich and he joined the rest of the house in the dining room.

“Finally up, eh?” Sirius laughed.

“I’m on holiday. Isn’t the purpose of a holiday to stay up late, drink too much and oversleep so that your mother dogs you out of bed like your fucking four?”

“Language, Charlie Weasley.” Molly scolded.

Bill took a seat next to his brother and said, “Looks like you got your follow-up? Think this time you’ll answer the questions with a little thought so that you don’t get stuck dancing all night with a bunch of fluff?”

“That what this is?” Charlie said, unrolling it. “And just for your information, I like fluff. Fluff falls into my bed quick and easy, and generally without dinner.”

“I like him, Remus. I really, really like him.” Sirius said, very sincerely to his childhood friend. “James would have liked him too. Although, something tells me the three of us would have whored around school in some type of competition.”

Lupin smiled, “Yes, it’s a good thing Charlie wasn’t in Gryffindor when we were. I had enough trouble keeping you and James in line.”

Charlie opened his missive and said, “These questions are bizarre. ‘Describe in 100 words or less your perfect woman’, ‘What is your main importance in a wife’, ‘Do you wish for your wife to work’.” Charlie shook his head and said, “I’d like her to have big tits and open legs, my main importance, well, I just answered that, and work? Hell yeah, if she expects to eat.”

“You’re not taking this seriously, Charlie. I know for a fact that you want an ass on her also. Answer the question thoroughly, won’t you,” said Bill.

The table rumbled with laughter.

Molly came in, “Refills anyone? Another sandwich?”

…..

The day passed quickly and without incident. Molly put the men to work on laborious activities around the house; reinforcing everything from walls to magical wards.

Around six thirty in the afternoon, Molly came into the drawing room and said, “Alright boys, dinner will be on the table in an hour. Everyone go wash up and get ready.”

Lupin fell into the nearest chair and sighed, “That woman thinks we’re work horses!”

“You should have grown up with her,” said Bill, “How do you think Charlie got all those muscles? Mum, worked his ass off seeing that he liked the outdoors. Charlie and I built more chicken coops than mud pies as kids.”

“I’m catching a smoke. Then I’ll be ready for a shower, Bill, you going up now?” asked Charlie.

“Aye. Be out in 20.” Replied Bill.

…..

Charlie slid the backdoor open and stepped out into the cool air. He grabbed his cigarettes, lit one, tossed the pack on the outdoor table and popped a butterbeer open. Turning to grab a seat, he noticed he wasn’t alone.

“Evening,” he said.

She looked up at him and smiled, “Hello, Charlie,” Willow said. “Aren’t you looking all sweaty,” she teased.

“Mum has up fixing the house. Like the damn things going to fall at any moment. Won’t let us do it by magic; making us all pick up hammers,” he said as he sat down.

“Mmm, well, I may just have to go inside then. I often enjoy watching a man work. Especially, handsome ones. I will admit that sometimes even the ugly ones can look nice while dripping with sweat,” she smiled at him as she took a sip of her iced lemonade.

He sat back and crossed his legs. Taking another swig of his beer, he said, “Well, far be it from me to stop you from getting a little eye candy. There are at any given time upwards of five men wielding some type of carpentry tool; I bet if you ask nicely, we’d all do it nude for you.”

She laughed and Charlie was pleased to see a genuine smile on her face. He noticed that the pensive look she had been carrying the past few days in the brief moments he had seen her really bothered him. He knew that it would take time for her to return to her normal self, but then he realized, he didn’t know what normal was for her. She had always been so guarded and that seemed to have not changed at all.

“So, does that mean if I come down early enough tomorrow, you’ll work for me in the buff? Cause let me tell you Charlie, that I could sell tickets to and make a fortune.”

“Ummm, yes. Tomorrow morning, when my mother wakes me when the roosters crow, on my holiday I’ll have you know, I promise to come downstairs in only my socks and tool belt and reinforce the rafters for you. “

She laughed, “What about the others? Can you promise me you all will work naked?”

“Is that something you’d like to see? Me and Bill naked together, I got news for you, sweetheart, my body is in much better condition. “

“Well, I am grateful for the newsflash of how wonderful your physique is, and I think if the two of you were naked together it would be an awkward moment. For you see, come close now, Charles, can you hear me?” she whispered into his ear, sending a shiver down his spine, “I’ve seen Bill naked. And as beautiful as the man is, or was, five or so years ago, I’ve heard tales of you and your prowls, and I think maybe, just maybe, you’d be all I needed.”

Her lips were so close to his ear, he could feel the softness of them. As she finished her sentence, he felt her teeth graze his earlobe, then clamp down and tug. As she released his ear, she swiped her tongue over where she had bit him and purred, “I’ve been invited to dinner. I hope to see you there.”

…..

Charlie sat there for a good ten minutes after Willow left him out on the porch. He lit a cigarette and tried to control his raging erection. Charlie was no schoolboy. He had learned to control his cock numerous years ago. Now, all the lectures he had ever given it were thrown out the window. No matter what he thought of in his head, he couldn’t get Buster to deflate. He finished his butterbeer and ran up the stairs, stripping his sweaty clothing off as he went. Bill was dressed and leaving the room, which was a good thing. How was Charlie supposed to explain that he was about to wank off to his brothers former girlfriend? He could just hear himself, ‘Bill, beat it, cause I plan on getting frisky in the loo by myself, your 7^th year girl drove me into this angry state of hornyness and I may make some racket.’

Sheading his pants, he stepped into the shower. Dipping his head under the water, he grabbed the bottle of shampoo and squeezed some out. Running it through his long red hair, he leaned back and allowed the water to hit him. He closed his eyes and washed it out. Reaching for a bar of soap, he allowed his imagination to talk a walk around the block with one Willow Scott.
She ran her hands over his chest, coming closer to take his erect nipple into her mouth and give it a sharp bite then laved her tongue over the sting. Her hands followed his body down his abdomen, onto his sides and she kneeled in front of him. Looking up, he could see forever in those crystal blue eyes of hers. He pictured her taking his cock into her hand and stroking it while she stared at him, closing her mouth around the head of his cock, her tongue came swiped across the head of his mushroom top, she pulled up on him, tucking her mouth underneath him and sucking in one of his balls and she stroked him, never taking her gaze away from him. He saw her take his cock in her mouth and slide as deep as she could, he broke the connection when his head lulled back and a groan escaped his mouth. The sensation of her sucking him off while the warm water ran down his body was intense and the pace of him tugging on his cock increased as she continued to take him in and out of her mouth, her small fingers rolling his balls, applying pressure to them.

A soft, lust filled voice reached his ears, ‘You taste good, Charlie Weasley. So sweet and smooth, I could run my tongue over your cock all night long.’

Charlie moaned again, and gripped her by the hair, ‘Open up sweetheart, take me in deeper. That’s it, relax your throat’, with his coaxing, she was able to expand her throat and he sank deeper in her warm mouth, ‘Stick out your tongue, lick my balls; shit woman that feels good.’

Several moments later, Charlie’s release surprised him when it hit his hand, but brought him back to reality. He was breathing heavily and grasped onto the wall of the shower to steady him as he calmed his body from his orgasm. The fantasy had become too real and for a moment he actually considered himself buried in that beautiful woman’s mouth. He finished cleaning himself quickly and stepped out of the shower. What he really wanted to was crawl in bed and sleep; his mother wore him out with work and his shower escapades made him weak with a delicious tiredness, but he knew he would never escape dinner with the occupants of the house and whatever member of the Order that showed up to eat. Drying his hair with a towel, he threw on a new pair of jeans and a t-shirt. He wanted to forgo the shoes, but his mother would never allow him at dinner without them so he opted for a pair of sandals and opened headed to the dining room.

…..

Dinner was interesting to say the least. Willow sat across from Charlie and no matter how hard he tried he was unable to keep his eyes from drifting to her, and each time they did, he focused solely on her mouth, for she seemed to be wrapping it around a spoon a little too often. Her lips caressing the metal as she sucked in her soup, her tongue darting out occasionally to lick the rim, the way she blew on the liquid to stifle the heat before it entered her mouth. He was hard again. If only he could figure out a way to make her see he wasn’t a bad guy. Yes, that’s all that needed to be done. It would be easy, she had only known men who wanted to take advantage of her, Slytherin men, and well there was the problem of his brother, the dumbass…

“Charlie!” Arthur called.

“What!” he answered a little too harshly. Sirius beside him cleared his throat to cover a giggle. Charlie was pretty sure he moaned out loud before his father got his attention.

“Sorry, dad. What did you say?”

“Your mother asked if you were planning on staying here until the next Courting Ball.”

“Umm, yes. I thought that I would hang out with you lot until then. After the next Ministry Torture Dance, I have to return to Romania and at that point may possibly be coming back around Christmas. There is talk of me being needed in London for a few months. A new branch is opening and they’ve asked me to come oversee some of the startup.”

“You really don’t like the Courting Balls do you, mate?” asked Kingley Shacklebolt, a Ministry worker who is a part of the Order.

“Not in the least. They seem like a waste of time and I have yet to dance with a witch I’d actually talk to on my own accord.”

“Let me insert here that when he filled out his application, he did so in jest. None of his answers actually reflected his thoughts or needs and he’s been placed with more blonde bimbos that you could shake a broom at,” said Bill.

“Stupid questions, if you ask me. ‘What attribute do you find most appealing on the female form?’, ‘As a wizard, do you think often of witches personal habits?’ or my very favorite so far, ‘Would you rather have a pretty witch with no brains or an ugly witch with the mental capabilities to work for a living?’ It’s offensive. If they’re going to ask such rubbish, I will respond in kind.” Charlie shook his head with a laugh, “I think they bloody well deserved my sarcasm.”

“Yes, but if you’d actually answered the question, maybe you’d get paired with a witch you wanted to see again,” said Bill.

“What am I supposed to do? Send them an owl and say, ‘Excuse me, I’d like both. I want a beautiful woman who can think for herself and hopefully, maybe, occasionally put dinner on the table. Not right away, if she needs time to actually learn to cook, I’ll be more than happy to eat burnt up food for a while, but within a couple years, I’d like a meatpie that wasn’t hard around the edges and stone cold in the center. I know I’m being greedy, but warming my bed is just as important as discussing the new charms article in Post Weekly.’ Also, it’d be nice if she could get along with my family, cause there’s a gob of us, and oh! By the way, we are classified as Blood Traitor’s if that’s of any importance.”

“That would have been much better than what you actually wrote. At least then you wouldn’t wail like a child at these functions,” stated Bill.

“I do not wail!” exclaimed Charlie.

“My understanding, if I am allowed any input at all on the subject, is that Charlie uses him time to satisfy his baser need, therefore, making the time he spends having to communicate with these, what did you call them, bimbo’s, worth his while since he is actually gaining something from the experience, you know, alleviating stress. Now, from where I stand, he has only made out with the women he actually was told he had to talk to, so I guess, in that brain of his, whichever one it is he is thinking with, means that he is using his time wisely,” explained Willow.

Charlie looked at her, smiled and added, “Yeah, and my tongue down their throat shuts them up.”

“Charles Weasley,” his mother squealed, “I’ve never been more ashamed of you!”

“For what? Having a sex life or talking about it?” he said as he smiled at her and tucked into his desert. “Ask Bill about his? Better yet, at Christmas hols, let’s ask Percy, no bad example, the twins! Ask Fred and George about their snogging habits!”

The table was chuckling now; “Molly,” Arthur said, “their boys and this is what boys do. Don’t make a big deal out of it.”

“Really, Mrs. Weasley, if they only knew the questions we girls received in the post from the Ministry, they’d blush. Well, Charlie here might beam with pride. They asked us some scandalous questions!” Willow announced.

“They did,” agreed Tonks, “questions that would make you hide your head in public! ‘Your man has come home from a hard day’s work, what do you do? A. run him a bath, B. make certain dinner is waiting on the table. C. nothing at all, he is capable of doing it himself.’ I came close to writing in, D. Shine his knob but I work there and they’d pass out cold.”

The table continued to laugh, each sharing their own personal questions and what they’d say to embarrass the ministry worker who had to sort them. The conversation turned serious at some point when it was mentioned new papers had arrived to fill out.

“I think I’m going to have to actually answer them this time. I don’t think I can stand these last few balls and then all of next season’s balls with the women I have been handed,” said Charlie.

“Bill may not make it to next season,” Shackelbolt said with a smile, “he a Fluer Delacour have been seen together more often than not, and now that he’s transferred here and she took a job at the Ministry, they’ll be married in no time.”

“Bill, you haven’t said a word!” scolded Molly.

“French?” asked Charlie.

“Yeah,” answered Bill.

Everyone was talking at once and Bill raised his hand and said, “I said I met someone that I liked, yes, we are seeing each other outside of the balls. She’s nice. Thanks Kingsley. You’re a good mate.”

“Keeping it real, mate,” smiled Kingsley.

“So, tell us everything!” said Molly.

“Nothing to tell, mum. She is a couple years younger than me, she went to Beauxbatons. She works here. Transferred to improve her English. We get on, that’s about it.”

“She is a Veela,” Willow stated. “Isn’t she?”

Bill looked at her and Charlie could swear something passed through them. It took Bill a moment before he answered quietly, “Yes. She is part-Veela.”

Willow looked at the ceiling, then looked back at the table and said, “Thank you for a lovely evening. I truly enjoyed the company. Mrs. Weasley, would you like some help in the kitchen?”

Molly looked at her and smiled a sad smile. With all the time they have spent together Molly has grown fond of Willow and wanted her to regain her strength while enjoying the company of the house.

“No, dear. There isn’t much left to do and I know you have better things to do that spend time in the kitchen. Isn’t Professor Snape stopping by to bring you some items later?”

“Yes, thank you.” Willow rose from the table and smiled at the people surrounding her. “Again, this was lovely.”

Charlie watched her leave and as soon as the door swung shut behind her he said, “What the hell, Bill?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Charlie,” said Bill as he took his plate to the kitchen.

“Fucking bastard”, Charlie said under his breath.

…..

Willow sat in a rocking chair in the room that she had been placed in over a week ago. She let her mind wonder back all those years ago when she was residing at Hogwarts, back to a time that was relatively simple under the tutelage and ever so watchful eye of Professor Snape. For a while, her life was as simple as any other students; nothing to worry about but classes and homework.

Lost in the thoughts of her childhood, she didn’t hear Severus come in. He stood in the doorway and watched as a tear rolled down her face. Immediately, he was once again by her side. He conjured a chair, sat next to her, and reached for her hand. He allowed her to silently shed her tears, not asking what the problem was. After some time, she leaned her head over and placed it on his shoulder, “I’m sorry, I know how you hate tears.”

“Want to talk about it?” he asked.

“It’s stupid,” she sighed. “There’s nothing to be done and therefore, you would deem it as a wasted effort.”

Snape laughed, “You know me so well, don’t you?”

“Yep.”

Snape sighed and shifted his position to where he was facing her, “Tell me. Don’t make me ask again. I’ve respected your silence and I do not want to invade your privacy but I will go snooping through your head.”

“Bill is involved with a Veela. Well, a part-Veela, like that matters.”

“Ah, and one of his reasons for leaving you, if memory serves me correctly, is that he didn’t think he could become seriously involved because you were not all witch. “

“Yes.” She said flatly.

“You do understand that men mature. I’m not taking his side, mind you. But he has grown and has had a chance to look at his mistakes. Really, if given the opportunity, would you seek him out again?”

She thought about this. Would she want to see Bill again? Thoughts of them together in school came to her mind, how kind he was, and what a tender lover, how the more they were together the better they got at being one. Inadvertently, images of Bill morphed into images of Charlie. His broad shoulders, his boyish smile, his easy laugh; the way her body sparked as she got close to him.

“No. I guess not.”

Severus sat with her for a while more. He wanted to talk with her about the attack but wasn’t really certain how to approach the subject. He settled on, “I overheard a conversation with several men the other day. They were talking about how you had turned down all of them for your hand in marriage.”

“Yes, well. I have turned them all down. And will continue to do so as long as they want me in their bed more than they want to take care of me.”

“You do realize that the probability of you finding a man that wants you for your brain is going to be small, correct? Most men are visual creatures; we tend to at least like what we look at.”

“I’m not asking for a man who only wants me for a conversation. I would just like not to be looked at like piece of toffee! I want what my parents had; love and respect.”

“Your father was a Death Eater; one of the worst loyal to the Dark Lord, your mother was loyal to your father. It will not do for you to over romanticize your roots, girl.”

“He may have been an evil git, but he loved her. Loved her with all his being, and she loved him. That’s all I ask. Love me. Wanting me isn’t enough. Many men want me. I’ve been in the bed of men who just wanted me. I was in the bed of a boy who thought he loved me and that was far more passionate and satisfying to me than all of the wanting men combined.”

Snape sighed; he was not in the mood for an argument with the girl and didn’t want to upset her even more. If truth be told, he just didn’t want to see the tears, so he let it go. They’d have to talk seriously about her being married off soon anyway. Day after day, men were owling the Ministry requesting her hand. Complaints of her shunning them all were growing and more and more men were going to become mean if she didn’t make up her mind. He looked over at her and decided it was time to just do what he came to do. He stood up and glared down at her, letting his annoyance of her be known.

“I have to check your wounds; on the bed, strip.”

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