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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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Nine

Jealously had soared through Charlie Weasley when he saw his brother standing on the front porch with Willow that afternoon and even after Kingsley explained to him that Snape had been talking to Bill and made arrangements for her to go on an outing, it still did nothing to abate the feeling that was in his chest. Charlie wasn’t real certain why he felt the pangs of jealousy, just that he did.   He didn’t like it at all.

After dinner with Remus and Sirius, Charlie took a shower and dressed himself for a night in Muggle London. Stopping to trade in some gold for pounds, he apparated to the nearest safe point and walked another three blocks to The Grove.

Inside, music filled the air and lights blinked in all different colors. He ordered a drink at the bar and found himself a nice spot to just stand and observe. He briefly wondered what Bill and Willow were doing.

Pushing that thought aside, he spotted the girl who invited him. ‘What was her name again? Abigail? No, that wasn’t it…think Weasley’, he said to himself. ‘Oh, yeah, Alicia’.

Her face lit up when she saw him walking towards her table, “Girls, this is the guy I was telling you about. That I met in the park this morning. Charlie.”

“Have a seat,” said the sultry redhead to Alicia’s right, “we have more than enough room to accommodate you.”

Charlie sat down and made small talk with the girls at the table. Quite frankly, Charlie hated small talk. It seemed pointless, especially with the noise level in the club, but the girls apparently thought screaming at the top of their lungs to say something to him was a good idea and therefore, Charlie played along.

He drank, smoked and danced with more than one woman from the table and when Alicia and the redhead, Vivian, pulled him into a back room, he didn’t object.

“Want something, girls?” he questioned teasingly, as they pushed him down in a chair.

They started to giggle and Vivian said, “Yes, we want you to play with us. It’s a wonderful game. Really feels great. Do you think you might be up to it?” she asked as she stroked her hand over the fly of his jeans.

“I think I might be up for the task,” Charlie replied as Vivian’s mouth descended onto his. Her mouth was cold, like ice cubes, and he determined that she thought this erotic. He took the challenge of warming it up as Alicia started stroking him through his jeans.

Vivian pulled away and removed her shirt, leaving her in a black lace bra that Charlie pushed up roughly and grasped one of her nipples in his mouth and the other in his hand. As he toyed with her breast, Alicia started to undo his pants, pulling out his cock and sliding her tongue over its head. She nipped at him for a few moments, stroking him while every so often taking him into her mouth and running her tongue over the head of his penis. She grasped his jeans and attempted to jerk them down; he raised his hips to help her. Pulling Vivian in for another kiss he whispered to her, “Why not join your friend?”

She smiled and eased down his body. Kicking off his shoes, he let the girls pull his pants all the way off. Spreading his legs wide to accommodate them both, he sat back and watched as they went to work on his cock. One would suck his cock as the other licked his balls and then change places. He grasped the redhead who was taking long licks like she might think him a lollipop and guided her head in the rhythm he wanted. Unconsciously, he closed his eyes and another’s face appeared behind his lids.

‘It’s me you want, Charlie, why not just come to my rooms and find me? If you’re worried about your brother, don’t. I’m getting my fill of him right now. ‘Her words changed from wanting to taunting; ‘He’s stretching me now, Bill’s the one who knows how to make me feel good, Charlie. Bill’s the one who’ll take the chance to come to me. Look at you Charlie, picking up women in a bar, trying to forget about me, when all you had to do was man up and say you wanted in the race.’
With a roar, he opened his eyes and looked at the two working his cock. He had to admit, they weren’t what he actually was craving, but they were talented in ways he needed at the moment.

Alicia rose up on her knees and removed her shirt and bra all at once. Standing, she wiggled out of her tight skirt and panties then placed herself on top of Charlie, her back to his front. She leaned back, and asked, “Do you like to be kinky, Charlie? Something tells me you do? Can you fuck my pussy as my girlfriend here licks my clit? She will be more than happy to rub your balls and slide her tongue over your cock, cleaning my juices off of you, you pump in and out of me every? Is that ok, Charlie?”

Charlie decided he loved Muggles and his father defiantly knew something he didn’t.

A little kink was good for the soul; maybe he could forget those crystal eyes staring at him, with those plump, red lips and that perfect little tongue that ran over those perfect teeth…

Merlin, he needed to stop thinking of her like that.

He raised Alicia up and positioned her slit at his cock, slamming her onto him, she moaned and true to her words, Vivian latched her pretty little mouth onto Alicia’s nub and began pulling and nipping at it. Charlie grabbed a breast and pulled on it. It seemed this girl like rougher better and so he took his frustrations out on her cunny, slamming over and over into her again and again.

Vivian moved down and worked Charlie’s balls, sucking one into her mouth completely and rolling the other she moaned sending a vibration through his body like a bolt of lightning. Charlie took Alicia’s nub between his fingers and rubbed and beat on it. The walls of her cunt were tightening but Charlie’s release was nowhere to be found. She hopped up and down on him while she clinched and tightened and then slowed, enjoying the long slow licks her friend was making from Charlie’s balls to her tight ball of nerves.

Charlie roughly tossed her aside and she fell onto the ground where she stayed. He grabbed Vivian, pulling her near and taking her tits into his mouth.

“What’s your fancy, darling?” he asked.

“Well, starters is take that cock and pound my pussy, it needs some lovin’ cause it’s a little green with envy. Then maybe you could take my ass? That big dick of yours looks like it’d be a tight fit.”

Charlie complied with her wishes. It felt wonderful; she was tight around him, hot, wet, wanting. But he couldn’t shake the feeling that this wasn’t what he wanted; he couldn’t not see those crystal blue eyes staring at him, he tried to shake them but it wasn’t going to happen.

Charlie grabbed Vivian’s throat and squeezed; “Open your eyes, woman. Look at me!” he demanded.

She did and with great disappointment, he found that they were hazel.

That did nothing to satisfy him. Only pissing him off more, he pulled out and flipped her over, massaging her ass so that he could enter her. Maybe if he couldn’t see her face, he’d be able to get off. Pressing into her tight hole, she moaned and said, “God, yes. Fuck my ass.”

‘Shut the fuck up,’ Charlie screamed in his head, ‘her voice was all wrong, why was she talking?’

Charlie was no stranger to back room sex; he’d been having it since he was thirteen years old. He’d been caught by Filtch more times than any other student ever had at school with his pants down. Even to the point that he had to see the Headmaster about his nighttime activities.

Pumping in and out of this girls arse, watching her moan and fondle herself, was doing nothing for him. Even when Alicia recovered enough to join in, watching her suck and kneed Vivian’s plump tits, having her come around and toy with his balls as he fucked her friend, it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t doing anything but chaffing his cock and pissing him off. When Vivian had her second orgasm, Charlie faked his.

He was so ashamed.

He had never faked it before, but his cock was out to lunch. There was no way he was getting off with these girls. They just weren’t the right girl.

Thanking them for a lovely evening, he pulled up his clothes and walked away, cursing Willow Fucking Scott the entire way home.

…..

Arriving back at the Order was uneventful. He showered, grabbed a snack, talked with the men gathered around the table and drank more than he had in ages. When Bill came in with Willow, his breath hitched and he grew hard. Remembering how her eyes had made a fool of him earlier. He sat silently and watched the friendly exchange between her and Bill and when she left the room he would have followed her, as all eyes were on Bill about his impending nuptials. Bill, however, was looking right at him, gluing him to his seat, as if he knew if he wanted to follow her now, and that it would be a mistake. So, he stayed, and laughed at the table full of men ribbing Bill for joining the married forces and escaping the Courting Balls so quickly.

An hour later, Charlie finally found his release alone in his bed, thinking of those beautiful lips that taunt him in the night.

…..

Charlie slept like the dead for the first time in ages, and awoke to a Ministry owl looking at him with a parchment attached.

Dear Mr. Weasley,

Your questionnaire for the Courting Ball has not been returned as of yet and must be unless you have chosen a mate. Please either submit the proper Marriage Forms or return your questionnaire immediately.

If not received promptly, a fine of 100 Galleons will be imposed.

Wishing you well,

Gayle Semmington,

Senior Undersecretary to Mason Wiggins

“Hold your feather, I’ll get it for you,” he stated.

Getting out of bed he found the missive that he had struggled with for days. Unrolling it once more, he added a notation onto one of the answers, rolled it back up, and attached it to the owl, which disappeared.

Tossing on the nearest clothing he could find, he bound downstairs for breakfast, he was starving.

.....

The next couple of days passed with ease and without incident. The weekend was arriving quickly and Charlie knew his presence at the damned ball would be required. Thursday afternoon presented itself with a welcome surprise. Charlie had been put to work repairing an old Floo that the Order wanted to utilize; he’d been working on it for about an hour when he looked up to find Willow staring at him.

“How long you been standing there?” he asked

“Not too terribly long. Do you always hum while you work?”

“Passes the time,” he smiled. “Hand me that wrench.” He pointed towards a pile of tools and she walked towards them.

“This?” she asked, picking up what she thought to be correct.

“Aye.” He watched her walk back towards him, place it into his hand and said, “Thanks.”

Charlie lay back down under the Floo and went back to work.

A minute or two later, he heard; “I’m here for no reason, really. Just wanted to watch you work. You go right along and finish your business. I’ll just have a seat here and drink my pumpkin juice. Maybe fetch and carry for you.”

He stopped what he was doing, sat up and smiled broadly. “Alright, what’s up?”

“I was wondering if you would meet me in the garden this evening.”

Charlie looked at her, tilted his head, tried to see what she was playing at, but couldn’t really imagine any reason she would wish to be alone with him. He had numerous reasons to want to be alone with her, and his mind started focusing on them, one at a time.

She cleared her throat and smiled, “Well? Men don’t generally keep me waiting this long.”

“Depends. Got any reason to wish to harm or maim me?”

She laughed, “I’m fairly certain you can take care of yourself against little ole me.”

“What time?”

“After dinner would be good, if it’s alright with you.”

“See you then,” he responded.

She smiled at him and exited the room.

…..

From that moment on, it was a long ass day. Charlie couldn’t really imagine what it was that she wanted, so when he excused himself to shower, he ended up standing in the room he shared with Bill for a long time wondering what to wear.

He was being such a girl.

Bill had been wondering in and out of the room for the past half hour and upon his return again, Charlie still standing in the middle of the room with a towel wrapped around his waist, Bill finally had to ask, “What the fuck, man?”

“I can’t decide what to wear.”

“It’s dinner with the family, just put something on.”

Charlie turned to him and ran his hands through his still wet hair, “I was asked to meet Willow in the garden after dinner,” he stated sheepishly.

Bill perused his face and said, “Like a date?”

“I have no bloody clue; it could be so many things; she could want to cast the killing curse on me, and if that’s the case, this is the last time I’ll ever wear whatever it is I put on, or she could just want to go outside and Snape has insisted she can’t go alone, in which if I dress up, I look like a douche bag who thought it was a date, or it could indeed be a date, in which I’d like to look…presentable.”

“So, why don’t you dress dressy casual.”

“What the hell is that?”

“Dressy casual is where you can wear a pair of jeans with a nice shirt. You know, it’s not overly dressy and it’s not too casual; hence the name, dressy casual.”

Bill walked over to Charlie’s closet and pulled out a long sleeve maroon pull over, “Here wear this, with jeans with no holes or dragon burns and your boots. That way, you look as if your just dressed for the weather.”

Charlie shrugged, wasn’t like he had any ideas of his own, so he pulled it on.

“One more thing,” Bill added. “Take a comb and run it through your hair. Believe it or not, it works better than your fingers.”

“Asshole,” Charlie muttered as Bill left the room in laughter.

…..

Willow was in the kitchen helping Molly with dinner. She had been restless ever since she approached Charlie. She kept replaying in her mind what Bill had said, he was a kind man, was a strong man, who would understand better than he had. She really wasn’t convinced, but she knew she had to repay him for the kindness he had shone her.

She had offered to help cook. It was a secret love that she held fairly close to the chest basically so that she didn’t have to do it all the time. Molly seemed to be happy for the help in the kitchen, and treated Willow as an equal in the kitchen.   Finally, everything was ready to put on the table, and the dinner bell rang, and the contents of the house came running.

Willow would never admit it out loud, but the satisfaction of being a caregiver to the people of the home was overwhelming to her. She was bursting with pride as she sat the last bowl on the table and the mumbles of the men digging into the food she provided for them while complimenting her on her efforts. She couldn’t help but find that enjoyable.

She took a seat and helped herself to a plate only after Molly whispered to her to sit down. It was like having family, she supposed. Everyone was joking, talking about their day.

As everyone was finishing up, she helped clean the table and clean the dishes. When she looked around to see what else needed to be done, and found that it wasn’t a lot, she asked Molly, “Would you mind if I excused myself, there are a couple things I need to do.”

“Of course, dear, go. Thank you for all your help tonight.”

She bounded up the stairs, grabbed her cloak and a package. Shrunk the package and placed it in her pocket. Then she walked outside and had a seat in what was fast becoming her favorite place in all of Number 12 Grimmauld Place.

It was a small bench sitting alongside a pond that housed different types of fish. The flowers were hiding in the moonlight, but the cascade of light reflecting off the pond was magnificent.

“Evening,” Charlie said. “This place is nice. You sit here often?”

“Yes,” she said without looking away. “I love to come here in the day and watch the wind blow through the trees and the water ripple… It’s really lovely.”

Charlie sat next to her, pulled out a pack of cigarettes and said, “You mind?”

“No,” she replied, “not at all.”

They sat there for a few minutes just looking at the scenery. Charlie wondered what he was supposed to say, but decided whatever he attempted would destroy the moment, so he waited.

Finally, she said, “I have something for you. The day that Bill was ordered to take me shopping, I found this shop. Well, it took a lot of Slytherin cunning to ditch Bill so that I could enter it by myself, but fortunately for me, Bill is easily embarrassed by the purchasing of feminine products. Anyhow, the night you met me at the lake, at Hogwarts, you left me with your cloak. It was ruined; I apologize for that. I bought you another one. I hope you will accept it.”

She pulled out a package from her cloak pocket and enlarged it for him. He took it in his hands and looked at the packaging. He was shocked, to say the least. No one had ever, besides his mother of course, bought him a piece of clothing.

Opening it, he pulled out a cloak that looked very similar to the one he gave her that night.

“I saw it in the shop; it looked almost identical. This one has different clasps. I assumed you liked the cloak, seeing as it was practically brand new, I deduced you most likely picked it out yourself. Anyhow, I wanted to thank you, and repay you for offering me your warmth…and compassion. It’s not every day a man thinks solely of another.”

“It’s lovely, Willow. Thank you but you really didn’t have too—“

“That’s why it’s a present; no one has to purchase a present. Typically, one wants too.”

He stood up and tried it on, he couldn’t believe how similar this was to his original cloak, did she pay that close of attention to it in that short period of time she was wearing it?

He looked at her, not knowing really what to say, thank you seemed too little. But really there was nothing else, so he took the plunge and said, “Really. Thank you for this. You didn’t have too, but I will always appreciate that you did.” He extended a hand and when she placed hers in his, he pulled her up and asked, “Walk with me?”

They started walking the grounds of the backyard, in comfortable silence until Willow broke it by saying, “You haven’t really seemed to have been on holiday. You’ve been put to work all over the house, cleaning and repairing.   Tell me, most wizards do everything by magic, you do a lot with your hands, why?”

He looked at her and smiled, “Well, I like working with my hands, and its therapeutic to me, helps me think. When I was younger, I loved the outdoors, still do, actually, anyhow, seeing as I was always out there and my father was always tinkering with things that were Muggle, I was his partner in crime. Mum hated all the Muggle things dad brought home, but it was great to work with. They build things with gears and bolts, that’s how I figured out how to use the tools. Anyhow, there is something rewarding about making things work using your hands and skill you learned.”

“I can understand that. You work with dragons? Isn’t that dangerous?”

“As long as you keep your head, you’ll be ok, I mean, dragons are extraordinary creatures, very powerful and they can kill you quicker and more ways than most other animals, but, they’re beautiful beings.”

They continued to walk through the grounds, stopping to look at the moonlight, he turned to her and asked, “What have you been doing since you left Hogwarts?”

“Oh, lots of things,” she answered. “Do you think that there are other people out there? I hear that Muggles think, and well, loads of witches and wizards think, that there are people on other planets. In other galaxies.”

He was looking at her as she looked up at the moon as he answered, “I think if we are alone, it’s an awful waste of space. I mean think about it, loads of planets in loads of galaxies, constantly expanding throughout the expanse of space.

“Why do you avoid my questions about what you’ve been doing since school?

“I don’t particularly like talking about myself. It’s no indication about you, just, well, me.”

They’d made it full circle now, and she sat back down on the bench they met on, he followed and lit a smoke.

“Willow, I want to apologize for…”

She cut him off and said, “Charlie, you had no idea that leaving me was going to result in what it did. You have nothing to be sorry for.”

“I should have insisted you went with me. I should not have taken no as an answer.”

This guilt you feel you need to abandon Charlie. I knew the safest thing to do was to go inside with you; it was my choice to stay.”

Charlie listened closely to what she said. His brain was reeling. Did she actually just say she knew it was coming? Did she, she couldn’t have. The confused look on his face must have said something to her because she said, “Charlie, you look as if your brain is going to explode.”
“Are you telling me,” he whispered as he stood up, “that you knew that was going to happen to you? You knew, and you allowed me to leave you, knowing that men were going to attack you?” His voice had turned harsh and volatile. He was visibly shaken and hoped like hell she was going to say, ‘No, you’re mistaking what I’ve said’.

But she didn’t.

“I knew my time was up, and I knew that I had angered many of the suitors that night. Actually, I had been angering suitors for some time. I believed at least one would seek me out; I had not been very kind to them.”

“Why did you not say something? Why did you let me go?”

“It wasn’t your fight, Charlie. Please understand.”

“I don’t. I don’t understand at all, Willow. I don’t see what good came from allowing yourself to get hurt. You could have been killed! Those men, they aren’t the nicest of the lot! You were so injured; I don’t understand at all.”

“I placed myself in the strongest position possible for me to survive and knew Professor Snape would grow worried about me when I didn’t show in his rooms. He didn’t have to look far; he knew I would be by water.”

She looked at him, and the horror on his face let her know that he felt the severity of her decision. “I do appreciate your concern for me and my person. I don’t have much of that in my life. A lot of these men want to possess me, but none of them want to know me. This new Ministry law, it’s difficult. “

“Tell me. Tell me what happen between you and Bill. Tell me what happen that night. Tell me why you obviously think you deserved it, seeing as you didn’t help yourself.”

“That’s not true. I did help myself!”

“No, if you had said ‘Charlie, I have pissed off a bunch of blokes’ I never would have left you! I would have stayed!”

“And what then, huh? What, Charlie? Professed your undying love and devotion? Had a duel or, better yet, a fist fight for my honor? It’s not your place, Charlie. I’m fighting to make my own decisions here, to prove that I am not to be owned by a man. No matter how chivalrous your actions may have been or are now, I am required to marry, just as you, and the pool of applicants for my hand are cruel and only want me for what legend has told them about my heritage!”

“I don’t know anything about your heritage. It doesn’t matter who you are or where you came from. I like you. I like your humor and your kindness, who you are matters not to me!”

“Who I am will matter greatly to you!”

“Why do you and Bill both continue to dodge the question of what happen?” Charlie roared.

“I had a moment of weakness. I told Bill the truth about whom and what I am. He was so concerned about my relationship with the Potion’s Master, buying into the rumors that he and I had a relationship beyond what it actually was and still is. Here Bill was, Lord of the Gryffindors, man enough to date a Slytherin in open public, professing his love and devotion. He didn’t stay long enough to hear my complete spill about my parents. Ran away, told me never to speak to him again. I thought cowards were reserved only to my house.” She finished quietly.

“I suppose you forgot about all his cowardness the other evening you came home with bruised lips. Think no one noticed,” He said to her, “think your tussled hair, your wrinkled clothing went unnoticed? He must have taken your mouth hard and fast.” Charlie closed in upon her, grasping her around the waist, pulling her close to him. He dipped his head down to her ear and whispered, “Tell me, Willow, did you fuck my brother? Did you allow him access once more to your body? Did you suck him off? I have to admit, those lips of yours taunt me, I’d be extremely jealous to know that you willingly went down on my brother—“

Charlie received a slap across the face. It shocked him and he took a step backwards.

“No. Not that you deserve to know, but no, Bill and I have not been together since high school.” She turned to leave him. Stopping, she turned around, and said, “Thank you, for a…lovely evening.”

She left him outdoors, beating himself up for opening his big mouth.

…..

Willow returned to her rooms. Her argument with Charlie weighed heavily on her mind, she enjoyed his company and did not want to alienate him; however, there was nothing at all to be done about her circumstances. She knew that he found her attractive, she thought he was beautiful, but the jealousy that rolled off of him when he asked about her and Bill. Well, that was the only reason she wasn’t totally and completely offended at his words.

She thought that being a Gryffindor, Charlie would understand facing problems head on.

That was all she did. Or, at least that was all she told herself she did.

“Deep in thought after your date with Mr. Weasley?” purred Snape.

“Oh, shut up, you great bat. It wasn’t a date and you know it.”

“Then what else do you call a trip around the garden under the moonlight?”

“It was friendly. At one point, then it became hostile, kind of like every other trip I’ve ever taken in the moonlight.”

Snape smiled. “We need to talk. Seriously, about your marriage prospects.”

“I’m not in the mood, Severus.”

“Too bad. Several more petitions were sent to the Ministry this week. You have to look them over, and choose one. Or, not. If you want life to continue in this vain. The simplest thing to do would be to choose a husband. I have a list; we are going to go over it.”

She looked at him incredulously; did he really think she was going to play along with this nonsense?

“Yes, I do think you’re going to play along. And I’ll tell you why. It will be more prudent if you allow me to help you choose a man who—“

“Who what? And get out of my head.”

“Whose sole wish isn’t to harm you.”

She turned and walked towards the window; the moon shown so bright and she remembered just an hour or so ago looking at it with wonder and beauty. Sitting way up there, many millions of miles away, alone, unharmed, untouched.

“So, who’s on the list?”

“Theodore Guttymyer. Davies Yarbrough. Ansel Witsome. Steven Avery. Those four are new.”

“And all the sons of known Death Eaters. No, thank you.”

“Theodore would not be a bad husband. He is one you could marry and at least know he would offer protection.”

“Ha!” she laughed, “Protection. Yes. That’s what I need, protection.” She turned away from him once more and just stood, watching the outdoors. Maybe escaping wouldn’t be so bad.

“Planning on running?”

She turned and looked at him, the flames in her eyes told him she was angry and a tongue lashing was coming, but it didn’t matter. She had nowhere to go and no one to house her. She wouldn’t get a hundred miles away before she would be hunted down like the rest of the wizarding society that had attempted to escape and forced to abide by the law under the choosing of a spouse by the Ministry.

Instead of yelling, she stormed out. Severus sighed and walked after her. He finally caught up with her as she entered the foyer of the home; “Where the bloody hell do you think you’re going?” he called.

“Out. I don’t care where, and I really don’t care if I ever return! I want out! I need to breathe and this place is suffocating!”

“Do you fully understand the ramifications of this—“

“Do you? Do you really Severus? I am the one who will have to marry them! I am the one who will have to bed them night after night! I am the one who will get caught in a web of playing to the Dark Lord’s fancy! Is that what you want for me, Severus? Huh? Is it really? For all the time and effort you put into raising me to be better than my status. To disregard the sins of my father and not be prejudice towards anyone or anything. Answer me!” She roared.

He answered slowing, calculating every word, and it pissed her off even further, “You know that all I want for you is a life worth living.”

“Take it off, Severus.” She demanded.

He looked at her startled.

“Drop the glamour Snape. I want to see in your own eyes if what you’re saying is true. It is so much easier for you to lie with that damn shield of yours. So take it off.”

Snape was aware there were others gathering to listen to the commotion, staying far enough away as to pretend to be doing other things. Never had he been seen by this lot without some form of glamour.

“Drop it, or I’ll drop it for you,” she hissed as she pointed her wand at him. “I’ll be more than happy to duel you, you know I’m a worthy opponent, you did train me yourself.”

Severus sighed and muttered the counter spell. Slowly, his features became slightly softer. The pallor of his skin less sallow and more iridescent, his eyes, instead of the black, inky pools she looked into each day, were pale to the point of white but shown the truth behind his statements.

“I want you to choose a husband. Soon. So this will all be a distant memory.”

“That won’t happen, Severus. Don’t you see? Whomever I end up with, I will have to live with that decision forever. Forever is such a long time. I don’t want to be scared anymore. But I also want what every other woman wants; friendship, admiration, love. Don’t scoff! I do want love. I want love with abandon! Like others I have observed have.

“I want a man that will do for me like I will do for him, and I don’t want to always be looking over my shoulder for the Dark Lord to make a surprise home visit and tell me what I have to do, or who I have to do! I don’t want a Death Eater marriage. I don’t want an evil wizard marriage or even a sketchy wizard marriage. Why can’t I have what you told me as a little girl I could have? You can’t raise a girl to want everything good in a man and snatch it away!”

Severus moved closer to her, placed his hand on her shoulder and looked at her for a long moment. He sighed and then said, “Child, I want that for you, I really do. But given the turn of events with the Ministry and the rising of the Dark Lord, and your father who from his jail cell is trying to sell you to the top bidder, I’m just doing all I can to keep you out of Hans Rosiar’s grasp.”

“Yes,” she whispered, “he is particularly evil, isn’t he?”

“We have to find a formidable wizard to keep him at bay. Theodore would be that man.”

She nodded her head and thought for a moment, “I’m not agreeing to a match, but I will meet with him after the ball.”

Snape nodded his head and said, “Anna Beth is waiting for me at home. I have to go, for now. Promise me you will stay here. Promise me you won’t snap your wand and leave.”

Slowing she agreed.

Snape exited the home.

Willow collapsed onto the floor of the foyer in a fit of tears; it had been a trying day. Hopes and dreams of happiness were becoming a distant thought as time wore on. Kind hands were on her hair stroking it; they pulled her into their arms and rocked her gently as she cried, humming softly in her ear.

“It’s all going to turn out, dear. Don’t you worry. It’s all going to be just fine.”

“It won’t,” she cried. “It won’t work out for me. I’ll lose everything soon. Everything.”

“Hush, now dear, it all looks bleak now, but it will work out.”

Through her tears, Willow wondered if Molly Weasley ever saw things to be less than fine.

…..

The following day, Willow stayed in her rooms, taking meals there also. When the time came to go to Hogwarts, she descended the stairs and walked out the front door without telling anyone she was leaving. Upon arrival at Hogwarts, she handed the official her wand and then stowed it in her cloak pocket.

It was unfortunate that the women were not aware of their dance partners the way the men were. The Ministry was under the impression that since women did not normally take the lead in the meeting suitors that there was no need in their being aware of the goings on in their lives.

A half hour into the ball, Hans Rosier approached her. She performed her obligatory dance and return mostly untouched her chair in the corner. Hans was not giving up easily; after each return from the dance floor he would arrive in her presence to remind her that he did, indeed, wish to marry her and that he did, indeed, have her father’s blessing, unlike the rest of the lot.

She was waiting on her last dance so that she could leave, but the wizard was taking his own sweet time with her.

As she sat at her table, sipping her drink, Charlie Weasley walked over to her.

“Excuse me, madam, can I have this dance?” he asked.

She looked up at him, surprised and asked, “Am I on your list?” she whispered.

“Yes,” he answered, “I’ll prove it if you’d like.”

“No need.” She stood up and allowed him her hand as he escorted her to the dance floor.

“Well, I am required to ask questions of you, seeing as this is our first dance, they are rather simple.”

She raised an eyebrow as if to say, ‘Get on with it, Weasley.’

“Do you wish to have children?” he asked.

She sighed, “I tell everyone that I dance with no, but mainly because so far the men whom I’ve been paired with I wouldn’t want to procreate with.”

He took a chance, “And me? Would you want to procreate with me?”

“Possibly.”

He took that as a positive step. “Next, do you have any ideas on the type of life you want to lead? For example, is gold important to you?”

“No,” she answered flatly.

“That doesn’t seem truthful. All women are interested in how their future mate is going to support them.”

“I am concerned with his attending work each day and doing the best he can. I am unconcerned on living in a big home with loads of gold building in a vault. I much more concern myself with the silly things like happiness and compatibility.”

Charlie took in those words; he couldn’t help but think she was telling the truth. She was emphatic about it to the point of rudeness.

“OK, then. Have you ever been unfaithful in a relationship?”

She stopped moving, looked at him aghast and asked, “Have you?”

Charlie studied her and then answered, “I’m not proud of it, but yes, I have.”

“Hum,” she answered, “people do call you a whore.” She stated with a grin as she began dancing again. “Tell me; will you cheat on your wife?”

“No,” he stated. “I won’t ever cheat on my wife.”

“How can you say that when you cheated on a lover?”

“There were circumstances in that situation that I would never allow to happen again.”

“Aha.”

They danced through the song playing and when the band struck again, he didn’t escort her back to her chair, he continued to hold her closely and sway to the music.”

“I want to apologize, for my actions last evening. My temper flairs sometimes, I am still trying to control that.”

“It’s the red hair,” she stated in a matter of fact manner. “People with red hair are supposed to have a trigger temper,” she smiled at him.

“Forgive me?” he asked.

“Yes,” she stated as she looked into his eyes.

They continued to dance and numerous songs later, most of the people whom had attended had vacated the premises.

“Walk home with me?” he asked.

Looking up at him, she nodded slowly.

…..

The trip back to Number 12 Grimmauld was cold. Upon arrival, Charlie escorted her up the stairs and to her rooms.

“Would you like to come in?” she asked.

He didn’t answer; he didn’t trust his voice. He just stepped inside and shut the door. She traveled across the bedroom and poured two glasses of whiskey and waved one over to Charlie who downed it in one gulp and summoned the bottle to refill it for himself.

“Been needing a drink since my first dance, some woman named Peggy Clearstone who asked me more questions than anyone should be allowed.”

She smiled at him, placed her glass down and removed her cloak. Hanging it in the closet, she took his from his person and hung it up as well.

Charlie looked at her for a long time while she was across the removing her jewelry. She was wearing robes the palest of blue, almost the color of her eyes, her sleeves were long and silky in appearance, and her white dress clung to her body revealing the curves that he most wanted to explore. She reached down to remove her shoes from her feet and sighed in relief when she pulled them off.   Her long curled hair hung down her back and she rubbed at her neck like she was offering it to him to nip and graze with his teeth.

“Do you have any idea how incredibly beautiful you are?” he asked while he stared at her, still leaning against the door.

She walked to where he stood, taking her fingers she lightly ran them over his face, down his neck, to the top of his tie, where she pulled it loose and said, “Those can’t be comfortable.”

No, they weren’t and Charlie took the gesture as permission to remove it.

He gathered her behind the neck and pulled her close to him; slowly his lips touched hers and he took his time exploring her mouth, savoring the taste of the whiskey on her tongue. He moved his lips to softly kiss her eyelids, her cheek, her throat. His hands found her sides and he lightly ran his fingers down her body until he rested upon her hips, moving around to her arse pulling her into him. When contact was made, he moaned into her mouth, “You fit me perfectly,” he stated, momentarily removing his lips from hers, lingering his eyes over her face. He cupped her face and brought her back to him, not wanting to miss a single moment with her before her sanity returned and she threw him out.

Unable to control the wandering of his hands, and needing her to feel his need for her, feel what she did to him, make her understand that he wanted her like he wanted no other; he pressed her closer to his sex; she moaned, melting into his arms. Raising his hands, he ran them up the back of her dress until he found her zipper. Slowly, he lowered it, pulling on the dress until it fell into a puddle on the floor.

“You are the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen,” he said to her. “How the gods made you so perfect…”

She pushed his robes off his shoulders and started undoing the buttons of his shirt. As she stepped out of her dress and kicked it aside, she took a step back to allow herself to look at him; his chest was broad, with a dragon head resting atop one shoulder, its body wrapping around to his back; it was crimson, with gold horned spikes growing out of his face. Its bulging eyes stared at her, like he could see her, hear her thoughts. The dragon was fierce looking, but had a quality of beauty as he perched upon that perfectly muscled shoulder, as if it was keeping watch for his owner.

She placed her hand palm flat on his chest and moved it downwards, feeling every ripple of every muscle, stepping forward, she placed her lips on his chest, licking a nipple, running her tongue down the plains of him until she stopped at the top of his pants.

His fingers were exploring whatever they could reach, fingering a curl in her hair, brushing over a cheek, his thumb running over her lips.

She was on her knees in front of him. He had wanted her in that position for so long and now that it was here he was damn certain he was going to enjoy every minute of it.

She was wearing a white lacey bra and underwear to match, the garments were virtually see through and Charlie thought with one good gasp, her breast could spill over, toppling out. He wanted to hold those perfect breast; weight them against one another, determine what made each of them taunt.

As she slid his zipper down, she looked him in the eyes, grasping onto the hooks of his pants she pulled them over his thick thighs and her breath hitched with his cock jutted out. She was not expecting him to be without undergarments.

She studied him. He was thick, soft and smooth in texture, warm to the touch. Much too long for her to take him all into her mouth without choking, but willing to make an effort, she licked the head of his penis. It was weeping pre-cum and she wanted to see what he tasted like. On her knees before him, she opened her mouth wide and took as much as she could of his cock while stroking it in long continuous motions.

Charlie relaxed back against the wall, staring down at her; he opened his stance a bit, ran his fingers into her hair and helped guide her on her rhythm.

“That feels so good, woman,” he said, “if you only knew how long I’ve wished to see you in this position.”

She looked up into his face, still loving his cock with her mouth and grazed her teeth over the soft skin of his member, just hard enough to elicit a groan from him.

He pressed her back and then picked her up, ravishing her mouth with his; he walked over to her bed and laid her down in front of him.

She was a sight to behold, laying there, her body surrounded in nothing but white lace; he took her panties by the sides and pulled them off of her.

Her pussy was trimmed so short he thought it better to just shave it. It was a lovely sight; plump and pink, he couldn’t wait to taste her.

Running his tongue up her legs, teasing her, watching her grow wetter and more aroused for him, his reached his hand up and cupped her breast, running his thumb over her nipple, watching her body arch to his touch. She pulled him towards where she needed him most and latched onto her clit and laved it with his tongue. Her body contracted more, her hips firmly in his hands, holding her in place but her back curved, giving his a restricted view of her luscious breast. He muttered something and she realized he removed her bra wandlessly. She brought her hands to her breast and kneaded them, pulling on her nipples, rolling them between her fingers. Charlie watched her with ever amount of attention he’d given a snitch. She was breathtaking. She was all his.

‘For this moment,’ a cruel voice sounded in his head.

Her hips bucked upwards and she moaned his name softly, taking his hair into her hands and caressing his scalp, pulling him closer and closer to her core.

He could take no more, he needed to possess her and make her scream his name, he needed her to scratch her nails down his back to remind him this was not another dream of fantasy; he was not wanking in the shower again, this was indeed real, and Charlie wanted to remember it always.

He rose up above her, taking his hands around her body to pull her flesh to flesh, placing kisses on her neck, her face, capturing once more her lips.

He pulled her backwards by the hair until her tits were closer to his mouth and he latched onto one and then the other, working them with his mouth, his tongue, all the while rocking himself closer and closer to the hot, dripping core she was offering him.

“Please, Charlie, I need you inside of me.”

This woman didn’t have to ask twice. He positioned the head of his penis at the opening of her weeping sex and pressed forward. It was a tight fit, enough to make him doubt his self-control.   When he was completely inside of her, he froze, looked her in the eyes, and allowed the both of them time to adjust to his girth inside her slender passage.

After what seemed like a million years, he pulled out and plunged back into her. She grasp his face, pulled him close, so that their bodies had more touching than not and looked deep into his eyes. He watched the pleasure cross her face each time he sank into her, watched the ecstasy run throughout her. Their bodies were so close he could feel her heart pounding; never had he felt this intimate of an act with a woman, and wondered momentarily if this was making love, for it had to be. This had to be the act that brought about marriages and children and wars between friends. This was an ecstasy he could be a part of every day of his remaining life.

Joining his with every thrust; a sheen of perspiration coated both of their bodies. He could feel the tightening of her inner walls; she was gripping him with a tightness that was suffocating. He knew she was close.   Wanting to come with her, he released her body and allowed her to lie back onto the mattress and he stretched her legs wide and continued to pump in and out of her while he massaged her clit. When she fell over the edge, he allowed himself to go with her. With a roar, he exploded into her waiting womb.

Steadily, he stroked her body with his massive hands, she was so lovely to his eyes, and he wanted to memorize each and every mark upon her body. Memorize each and every curve.

“That was beautiful,” she said to him, “thank you.”

“No, thank you. Means I didn’t have to wank off again tonight,” he said with a smile.

She giggled at him, tracing the dragon sitting upon his shoulder, “What a strange tattoo, seems almost life like, with those big eyes and bright red and gold body. Did you get him because of Gryffindor?” she asked.

“No, although most people do make that assumption. This is a Chinese Fireball. When I first went to work in Romania, an egg had been abandoned by its mother and I took it home and kept it alive, when it hatched I got my Fireball. Took care of him as long as I could and then had to let him go to the reservation; he’s three now, just got his first foot long spike on his head. I got the tattoo as a reminder that hard work and perseverance pays off if you want it too.”

They lay there, tangled in each others arms quietly. Charlie was amazed that he wasn’t ready to escape, he saw no reason to jump up and flee. They talked. Talked about all kinds of things; just getting to know each other better, learning as much as possible about the tiny things that make up a person.

Willow had her head on his chest, slowing drawing imaginary circles atop his stomach, enjoying the feel of his skin beneath her fingers. He, Charlie, doing the same on her shoulder, her back.

Soon, Charlie’s brain became fuzzy again with lust. He attempted to control it; not wanting to ask for too much too soon. She either knew, or wanted him in the same fashion, because she began making more determined movements with her hands. Slowly easing them down to her half awake manhood, she grasp it gently, stroking him as she listened to him talk about he and his brothers Saturday afternoons growing up in the Weasley household.

Once she had him at full attention, she rose onto her elbow and kissed his face, his neck, and eventually his lips. His mouth was so hot, his tongue danced with hers and she felt free for the first time ever to do whatever she wanted to with a man.

He wrapped his hands about her head and pulled her closer, deeper. He wasn’t sure what it was about this woman but he couldn’t get close enough to her; if he could crawl inside her skin, he still would want to be closer.

He pulled her atop of him, positioned himself at her core and started to slide within. Pushing her up to where she was sitting, he studied her, “You,” he said, running his hands all over her chest and stomach, “are a magnificent creature.”

She rocked her hip forward, slowing moving. Finding a slow, rhythmic grind that brought her the most delicious tingle. He let her set the pace, enjoying the view. Her heavy breast swaying and bobbing with each movement, the way her hips rocked back and forth as she rode him, the muscles in her legs that contracted and stretched with each tiny bounce.

“This has to be heaven,” Charlie said. “Watching you ride me.”

“You act as if no other woman has ever ridden you Charlie Weasley. And I know for a fact that you have been ridden a lot.” She teased.

Charlie sat up and gathered her in his arms, slamming his hip up to meet hers, she let out a moan that filled the room, “I have never been ridden by a more intriguing woman. I have never been with a woman that I wanted to pleasure as much as I want to pleasure you,” he whispered in her ear and he rammed himself into her, over and over, in quick succession.

He moans were growing louder and more primal; he flipped her over, turned her around and entered her from behind. Here, he was able to pull her back to his front and make love with his hands to her body. As he pounded into her, he ran his hands over her, pulling on her tight nipples, rolling her pulsing clit.

Holding her in his strong arms, he pressed her upper body onto the mattress, pulling her arse further in the air, giving him a crystal clear view of her tight bum as he pounded away on her. His release was coming fast, and her spasms didn’t help. Grasping onto the headboard of the bed, he used it as leverage to unrestrainedly pump into her. Feeling his organ being milked by her channel, his grip so tight on the piece of wood that it slammed against the wall each time he pulled out of her, only for him to bring it back to him when his body made a full connection with hers.

“Oh, Merlin, Charlie. Damn, that feels good. No. Right there, yes, Yes, Yes!” She screamed as he finally gave in and allowed his own release to flood forward.

A string of expletives spewed out of his mouth, unconscious words that somehow conveyed to her that she had done her job; and well. He was spent, completely satisfied.

Falling beside her, he pulled her close, hiked up the sheets, kissed her as lovingly as he knew how, and fell asleep.

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