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Taking Advantage – 1\/1 – Adult – Charlie\/Hermione<\/strong><\/em><\/span>
\nTitle:<\/strong> Taking Advantage (1\/1)
\nAuthor:<\/strong> \"[info]\"<\/a>silvernatasha<\/strong><\/a>
\nRating:<\/strong> Adult
\nDisclaimer:<\/strong> This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
\nSummary:<\/strong> Hermione decides to get Charlie out of her system. So to speak. Charlie\/Hermione.
\nA\/N:<\/strong> Written for \"[info]\"<\/a>coiled_iris<\/strong><\/a>‘s \"[info]\"<\/a>sexy_brilliance<\/strong><\/a> request.
\nWord Count:<\/strong> 2233.<\/p>\n

<\/a>Sometimes, it was quite remarkable just how different the Weasley brothers were.<\/p>\n

Bill was tall and lean, strangely vain and modest all at the same time. He liked to describe himself as \u2018slightly flawed\u2019, the scars left from Fenrir Greyback\u2019s attack never having hindered him. He loved adventure and excitement, and his current adventure was probably the most exciting of them all: he had just become a father. Bill was the ideal doting father, never letting his little princess out of his sight and a complete soft touch when it came to his daughter. Fleur complained that she was supposed to be the one who went all soft around the baby, but she did so with an adoring smile on her face.<\/p>\n

Ron was the youngest son, a tag that he was never going to be able to shake. Despite his fears that he would never live up to the expectations that his older brothers had created, he had become an amazing man that Hermione was grateful to be able to call her friend. A failed romance aside, they were probably closer now than in their teens.<\/p>\n

Still something of an outsider, Percy epitomised hard work and ambition. Even as a young child, he had always been a little distant from his brothers but, now that the war was over and he had been reconciled with his family, things were warming up and he seemed more comfortable in his brothers\u2019 company.<\/p>\n

The twins, Fred and George, were just as ambitious as Percy, although they funnelled their talents into their thriving business rather than politics. There were differences between them, too, albeit subtle ones to the uninitiated. Fred was slightly more outgoing than his brother, but George preferred to wear bright colours. Their sexual preferences also varied but, these days, no-one really thought anything of that.<\/p>\n

And then there was Charlie.<\/p>\n

Charlie. The Weasley that made Hermione\u2019s stomach flutter and make her feel so much younger than her twenty-two years. He was pure masculinity, with muscled arms and legs. His freckles almost made him looked tanned and, when he moved, it was surprisingly lightly, probably borne from years of studying dragons in Romania. You had to be quick on your feet when dealing with dangerous creatures.<\/p>\n

\u201cStop staring.\u201d<\/p>\n

Hermione blinked, bumped from her thoughts by the sound of Charlie\u2019s voice. \u201cExcuse me?\u201d she asked.<\/p>\n

He looked at her from the other side of the buffet table, his gaze intense. Charlie\u2019s eyes were as brown as Ginny\u2019s, but Ginny\u2019s eyes didn\u2019t make Hermione\u2019s stomach feel as though it was flip-flopping all over the place.<\/p>\n

\u201cStop staring at me,\u201d he ordered. \u201cOr ogling or perving or under dressing me with those big brown eyes of yours.\u201d Charlie\u2019s lips quirked into a smirk. \u201cIt\u2019s never going to happen.\u201d<\/p>\n

Hermione scowled. \u201cI don\u2019t know what you\u2019re on about,\u201d she retorted primly, reaching for a sausage roll.<\/p>\n

\u201cEvery time I\u2019m around, it\u2019s like your brain shuts down and you become some mindless little girl.\u201d<\/p>\n

She gaped at him, scarcely believing what he had just said. \u201cHow dare you talk to me like that!\u201d<\/p>\n

Charlie grabbed her wrist, his eyes meeting hers. \u201cIt\u2019s true though, isn\u2019t it? I bet you\u2019re standing there right now, knickers getting wet and nipples getting hard as you think about fucking me.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI haven\u2019t been staring at you,\u201d Hermione insisted, even though it was a blatant lie and they both knew it.<\/p>\n

He narrowed his eyes, and asked, \u201cWhat colour is my tattoo?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhich one?\u201d Hermione asked without thinking, knowing that he had two, both dragons. One stretched out along his lower back, just visible when his t-shirt rode up, and the other rested on his bicep, curled close to his heart and only visible when he was topless. Her cheeks flushed red as she realised her mistake.<\/p>\n

Charlie grinned wickedly. \u201cI think that answers my question.\u201d<\/p>\n

He let go of Hermione and she rubbed her wrist, feeling a slight ache from his grip. \u201cWhy is it never going to happen?\u201d Hermione challenged, not really able to lie now.<\/p>\n

\u201cBecause you\u2019re the sort of girl who wants a relationship. Who wants romance and cuddles and long slow screws on Sunday mornings. All things that make me feel a little nauseous. You\u2019re not the sort of girl who just wants a quick fuck, Hermione.\u201d<\/p>\n

She raised her eyebrows, feeling both insulted and turned on by his words. \u201cA quick fuck?\u201d she repeated. \u201cGood job you warned me off, then. I\u2019d at least hope it would last longer than a minute.\u201d With a bright smile and pleased with her retort, Hermione turned on her heel and walked quickly away from the table.<\/p>\n

It was Ginny\u2019s twenty-first birthday party, a bright, loud affair in the Burrow\u2019s garden that was taking advantage of the August sunshine. When she\u2019d got the invitation, Hermione had hoped that Charlie would be able to make it and she hadn\u2019t been disappointed.<\/p>\n

However, now that he had clearly caught on to what she had thought was discreet ogling, Hermione felt a little deflated. It wasn\u2019t her fault that she wanted some sort of relationship, nor that Charlie found the idea of being attached to someone completely abhorrent but, as she poured herself a drink, Hermione wondered if having that \u2018quick fuck\u2019 with Charlie wouldn\u2019t be so bad, after all. Perhaps, it would even get him out of her system.<\/p>\n

Seeing as he had approached her, she had a sneaky feeling that he was interested. If he hadn\u2019t, he would have just laughed it off or ignored her, like he did to girls she\u2019d seen in bars. Hermione glanced around the garden, trying to spot Charlie. She saw him talking to Bill, who was holding the baby as though it was second nature to him; the baby seemed to be playing with the end of his ponytail.<\/p>\n

Hermione smiled slightly and slipped into the house. The weather was so nice that everyone was out in the garden, so Hermione had privacy when she tugged off her knickers. They were a little damp from her conversation with Charlie, and she thought it might be a little easier to tease him if she wasn\u2019t wearing them. The material in her hand, Hermione felt a little nervous, and wondered what she should do with her knickers. She grinned suddenly when she had an idea, strolling back out into the garden and hoping that no-one noticed that she was knickerless beneath her sundress.<\/p>\n

Going over to Bill and Charlie, she smiled brightly, moving in behind Charlie with the knickers balled in the palm of her hand. \u201cAfternoon, Bill.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHermione, hello.\u201d He smiled at her, looking a little surprised to see her.<\/p>\n

\u201cHi.\u201d Charlie\u2019s answer was practically a monosyllabic grunt.<\/p>\n

\u201cJust thought I\u2019d come and say \u2018hello\u2019 to you and the little princess.\u201d With one hand, Hermione reached out, stroking the baby\u2019s cheek with a finger as the other hand slipped her knickers into the back pocket of Charlie\u2019s jeans. For good measure, she gave his arse a quick pinch, trying not to smirk when he jumped slightly. Charlie turned a dark look on her as Bill started to speak for the baby, telling Hermione just how they both were in his proud, fatherly tone.<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, it\u2019s lovely to see you both,\u201d Hermione told him when he had finished. \u201cShe\u2019s growing so fast, isn\u2019t she?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes,\u201d Charlie agreed, sounding as though he was clenching his teeth, \u201cshe is.\u201d<\/p>\n

Hermione gave the baby a quick kiss and bade them goodbye. As she walked away, she wondered just how long it would take Charlie to react and find her. There was no way that he could have missed her putting her knickers into his pocket, the jeans practically moulded to his arse and showing it off to perfection.<\/p>\n

It took less than five minutes for Charlie to track her down to the kitchen, a dark look on his face. He held her knickers out, the material dangling accusingly from his fingers. \u201cLose something?\u201d he asked, raising his eyebrows.<\/p>\n

Smiling, Hermione said, \u201cYou can keep them.\u201d<\/p>\n

Charlie threw them at her. \u201cI don\u2019t want them.\u201d He paused for a moment, then looked at her with widened eyes. \u201cYou\u2019re\u2026 not wearing any knickers.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDid it really take you that long to figure it out?\u201d<\/p>\n

Charlie growled and moved quickly, pinning her up against the table. \u201cI don\u2019t really know what you\u2019re playing at, Hermione, but it\u2019s really<\/em> not funny.\u201d<\/p>\n

She drew her tongue slowly along her bottom lip. \u201cI\u2019m not playing any games.\u201d Breathing in, her chest pushing against his, Hermione smiled. Her hand crept between them, cupping him through his jeans. \u201cFeels like you wouldn\u2019t mind playing a game, though.\u201d Hermione grinned, his interest starting to feel rather obvious against her hand.<\/p>\n

Charlie jerked back, glaring at her. \u201cI work with dragons, Hermione,\u201d he warned. \u201cI know better than most that you shouldn\u2019t play with fire.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cFire?\u201d she repeated. \u201cConsidering how long it took you to realise I wasn\u2019t wearing any knickers, it\u2019s more like a damp squib.\u201d<\/p>\n

His eyes narrowed and he pinned her down again, arse pressing against the tabletop. \u201cWhat did you just say?\u201d His face was close to hers, breath hot on her skin.<\/p>\n

She was careful to enunciate properly. \u201cDamp. Squib.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou don\u2019t know what you\u2019re talking about,\u201d he told her. Charlie\u2019s hands groped for the bottom of Hermione\u2019s skirt pushing it up and a finger thrusting into her in one motion. Hermione whimpered, gripping the table. \u201cSo wet,\u201d Charlie said, sounding surprised. \u201cYou want me?\u201d<\/p>\n

Hermione nodded. \u201cYes,\u201d she hissed.<\/p>\n

A strange look crossed Charlie\u2019s face and he seemed to scowl at her for a moment before quickly unbuttoning his jeans and pushing them down again, along with his underwear. Hermione bit her lip. They were in the kitchen<\/em> where anyone could walk in on them and there was his cock, hard and ready and pressing against her thigh. \u201cYou want me? If you want me, you\u2019ll have me right here, right now.\u201d<\/p>\n

Licking her lips, Hermione looked down, and then up at Charlie\u2019s freckled face. \u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n

With a frustrated growl, Charlie grabbed her arse and lifted her, thrusting into her cunt without hesitation. Hermione screwed her eyes shut, trying not to cry out at the feel of being filled. She buried her head in the crook of his neck, smelling aftershave and something deeply masculine.<\/p>\n

\u201cSomeone could walk in,\u201d Charlie whispered roughly. He grunted. \u201cFind me inside you. Hear you whining for more.\u201d<\/p>\n

The thought that they could get caught at any moment was strangely thrilling for Hermione. It was adrenaline and lust; there was something about Charlie, too. He was hitting her clit with every thrust of his hips, burying himself in her deeply, and making Hermione bite her lip and grip at his t-shirt to stop herself from crying out.<\/p>\n

Their joining felt almost desperate and Hermione could feel the familiar tightening that signalled the start of her orgasm. Charlie was unrelenting in his thrusts, and Hermione fell apart with a cry, clenching tightly around him and feeling limp as pleasure washed over her body.<\/p>\n

Another half-dozen thrusts and Charlie was coming, teeth raking at the exposed skin of her shoulder. \u201cFuck,\u201d he growled. \u201cBeen wanting that for so long.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat?\u201d Hermione asked vaguely. She blinked, trying to clear her head. \u201cWhat?\u201d she demanded a little more sternly. \u201cYou wanted me? But you said\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

Charlie kissed her soundly to shut her up, fingers tangling in her hair. \u201cWanted to make sure you really wanted me,\u201d he murmured. He pulled out of her, both groaning at the loss. \u201cBeen fucked around by too many girls who just wanted a quick shag.\u201d<\/p>\n

Incredulous, Hermione\u2019s eyes widened. \u201cYou wanted me to seduce you!\u201d<\/p>\n

He gave her a sheepish grin. \u201cEr, yeah. Something like that. Hey! Don\u2019t look at me like that,\u201d he protested, spotting the dark look that was brewing on her face. \u201cI thought you\u2019d get me drunk or something, not shove your knickers in my pocket.\u201d Charlie shrugged. \u201cIt got the job done, I suppose.\u201d<\/p>\n

Hermione pulled her skirt down so that she was covered. As Charlie pulled up his jeans, she asked, \u201cSo you relationships don\u2019t make you nauseous?\u201d She felt as though her heart was beating faster now that it had been when he was inside her.<\/p>\n

His grin was more cocky now. \u201cOnly when I have to watch various brothers sticking their tongues down girls\u2019 throats and I\u2019m always single.\u201d<\/p>\n

As he tenderly brushed a lock of hair form Hermione\u2019s face, she scowled. \u201cThis still doesn\u2019t change the fact that you tricked me.\u201d<\/p>\n

Charlie hummed and reached for her hand, taking it in his and squeezing. He winked. \u201cLet me make it up to you?\u201d he suggested.<\/p>\n

\u201cHow?\u201d she asked, narrowing her eyes.<\/p>\n

He smirked before leaning in and whispering, \u201cI want to taste you. Forget about party food. I want to bury myself in you and drink down every drop like champagne as you come for me. Then, when you can\u2019t take any more, I\u2019m going to make you come again with my name on those pretty little lips of yours.\u201d<\/p>\n

Charlie pulled back, looking at her innocently. \u201cDoes that sound acceptable?\u201d<\/p>\n

Hermione swallowed; her mouth suddenly felt dry. \u201cYes, that\u2019ll do,\u201d she said in slightly strained tones as Charlie started to lead her upstairs to somewhere more private. \u201cFor now.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n

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