You know, originally I thought I would post once a week, but I'm too eager not to share. Plus, it's my birthday, and I do what I want. Here is the last chapter. It's as long as the first, and it's my favorite of all three. Thank you for reading and making my foray into this ship so enjoyable!

She hadn't seen Charlie in four days, which had never bothered her before. Maybe it was because he'd made it clear, in no uncertain terms, what he wanted with her—what he wanted to do to her—or it was possibly due to the fact that Ron had mostly gotten over it. Even though he assumed she and his brother were already together—which they weren't—Ron seemed to have calmed down.

He only shot a heated glare her way once in a while.

Hermione dug through her bag for her wallet, fumbling for her card before realising she'd left it at home on her nightstand after a bout of shopping at three in the morning. "I'm sorry. I forgot my card." She sighed as she closed her purse.

The barista didn't look amused as she held the ridiculously customised drink that Hermione had ordered. "You don't have cash?"

"I have a dollar." Hermione deadpanned, not liking the rude turn the conversation had taken one bit.

"I'll cover it." She recognised Charlie's rough voice, and the tattoos on his arms as he reached over her shoulder, handing out his card. "Ginny said you'd be here."

Hermione exited the shop with him, wrapping her fingers around the styrofoam cup and blowing on it. "It would seem she was right. I'm always here though." The coffee shop was just off campus and the coffee was not only better, but cheaper. "Were you looking for me?"

Charlie dipped his head, nodding, and his hand bumped hers. "I didn't like how we left things earlier this week, without me being serious for a moment, I mean."

Her nose wrinkled. What did that mean? "You're never serious. I'm not sure I would recognise you if you were." Hermione bumped him with her hip.

He hooked his finger through the belt loop of her jeans, and pulled her off the busy path. "I just meant—" Charlie scratched the back of his neck—"I don't know how to say this, so I'll just say it the dumbarse way."

She grinned from behind her cup. "Naturally."

"You know that I want you for more than a vibrator demonstration, right?"

Hermione choked on her coffee. "Charlie!" She stressed his name, looking around them. "Do you know how to use an inside voice?"

His grin was cheeky. "We're outside, sweetheart."

She rolled her eyes and punched him in the shoulder. "Yes, I assumed that you wanted more than that, but I haven't thought about it much." Lie. "I figured we would talk about it the next time you needed to be fixed up."

"I thought I'd come see you since I wanted to anyway. Is there a rule where I have to only see you in the middle of the night?"

Laughing lightly, Hermione said, "I don't know. I think the rules are that I don't fuck my ex-boyfriend's brother, and then you're only supposed to see me in the middle of the night, or when all of you Weasleys hide out in my flat." She clutched her cup as he traced her forearm, looking down at her. "But that's fine. You can come see me anytime."

He arched an eyebrow. "Dangerous words."

She shrugged. "Make me regret it."

Charlie texted her multiple times over the next two days, enough to make her check her phone every few minutes as she wondered if he'd replied yet. As the semester wound down, the assignments piled on. She had mentioned it in one of her messages—how Professor Snape was going to cause her to sleep for the entirety of winter hols—and Charlie assured her that she would probably receive a perfect score on her exam.

She doubted that, but it was nice to hear.

"Where's your popcorn?" Fred asked, flipping through the channels on the telly. "Did you eat the last of it?"

Hermione glanced up from her book. "No," she said slowly. "You did, and then you threw it back up after chugging vodka like it was water."

Fred tapped his fingers against his chin. "I supposed that did happen. Why do you keep vodka around anyway?"

She turned the page, uncapping her highlighter. "Viktor left it, and I never drank it. I never threw it away either."

He spluttered as he realised just how old the bottle must have been. "Is Ron still avoiding you?"

Closing her book after tucking her notes inside, Hermione set it on the table in front of them. It was evident she wouldn't get any studying done so long as there were Weasleys in her flat—save for Ron, and the one she really wanted to see. "He hasn't spoken to me. I'm sure he's upset, but Charlie and I really haven't slept together. Not that it's any of his bloody business anyway."

Fred kicked his shoes off and crossed his legs beneath him. "He's jealous."

"That's not my problem. He's jealous for the sake of being jealous, and we all know it. Being friends is feasible, but we're not compatible."

"So you're compatible with Charlie though?"

The memory of being pulled to his chest while they laid in her bed crossed her mind, shortly followed by the conversation over breakfast immediately afterward. "Yes," she swallowed. "I would say we are."

Her phone vibrated on the sofa cushion next to her.

Fred and George are there? You're not going to get anything done. There was a laughing emoji that followed his text.

Fred's asking about you, and whether I think we're compatible or not. You didn't put him up to this, did you?

I didn't, but let me know what he says. I'll come kick them out for you to study if you want before I go to work.

She told him it wouldn't be necessary, and pocketed her phone.

Fred settled on a cooking show that made her stomach growl. "It's a shame he couldn't come by tonight. Whatever he's got going he could have put off."

Her brows drew together. "What do you mean? I thought he had a shift tonight at the pub." An uneasy feeling settled in her stomach. She knew that Charlie had lied, for some unfathomable reason, before Fred replied.

"No, he's picking up his wages when the doors open, but he said he had somewhere to be after that."

Hermione's stomach twisted as the information sunk in. There was no reason for Charlie to lie to her, none that she could accept as a viable excuse. "Oh, that's strange," she said softly. "He told me he was working tonight."

Fred's eyes narrowed, and it was rare that his amusement slipped from his face. "I'm sure it's nothing." His tone relayed that he didn't think that at all. "He's been rather busy in the last few weeks. Mum said this morning how she called him last night, and it went straight to voicemail. Ginny called him in the middle of the night last week to bring her ice cream—which was hilarious considering it was two in the morning—and he answered. She said it sounded like a crowd in the background, and he hung up without saying anything."

The man had been acting strange for weeks, since just before the Weasleys started taking over her flat. Stranger than normal, and he showed up on her stoop after being beaten up more times than he had in months. And that was no exaggeration. Something was going on, and Hermione decided she was going to get to the bottom of it.

"Do you know what time he picks up his wages?"

Fred grimaced. "I don't want to be in the middle of this."

"I'm not asking you to rat on whatever he's up to, Fred. I just want to know when I can catch him for a chat," Hermione argued, poking him hard in the shoulder.

He rolled his eyes. "If that were the case, you would just call or text him. God knows how much you've been doing that recently."

"I'll buy you the popcorn you like if you tell me, and I'll give you remote privileges for a week," Hermione offered, knowing he wouldn't tell her no.

"Fuck," he groaned. "Fine, fine. He'll be there at ten, I'm sure."

She debated calling Charlie instead. After all, that was the mature, level-headed thing to do, but when she thought about it for a moment longer, she wrote that option off. Clearly, he'd already wormed his way out of every question she had, and asking him directly would get her nowhere.

Hermione left Fred, George, and Ron sitting on her sofa while Harry sang a horrible rendition of a pop song in her shower. True to her word, she'd also purchased popcorn, which Fred dumped into the biggest bowl she had.

It was freezing outside.

Hermione stepped off the curb, slowly making her way through the parking lot while wrapping a scarf around her face. She waited the necessary ten minutes for her car to warm up while rubbing her hands together. From the driver's seat, she could see that the boys had left every single light in her flat on.

Typical.

Hermione uncapped her bottle of water and took a drink before pulling away from the parking lot. The Shrieking Shack wasn't far, perhaps a fifteen minute drive, but she made it in ten. There was something about spying on Charlie that made guilt turn to lead in her stomach. For a brief moment she considered just going back home and waiting for him to decide when the time was right to tell her, if he really did want to tell her.

She forced herself to stay inside her car when he pulled in, emerging from a shiny black two-door. He wore his leather jacket, and a fitted pair of jeans that really shouldn't have made his arse look as good as they did.

Gripping her steering wheel so tightly that her knuckles turned white, Hermione sank into her seat. It would just be her luck for him to notice her, and she knew how likely she was to instigate a fight if he did.

Her mind continued to come back to the fact that there was no reason for him to lie. Hermione didn't care what Charlie did in his spare time, but after the discussion outside of the coffee shop, she couldn't say she cared for secrets.

He'd said he wanted more, and she imagined that would have included more truthfulness.

Still lost in her thoughts, she nearly didn't see when he pulled away from the curb.

Hermione followed him carefully, working to stay two to three cars behind him. Not that he would have noticed her anyway. From what it looked like—which was exactly what it looked like—Charlie was busy hosting a one person concert.

She laughed loudly.

Traffic thinned as he made his way into a seedy part of town. She recognised it. There were several abandoned warehouses—none of them with ample security to keep anyone out—and she'd been in one of them with Harry and Ron before.

Was Charlie going to a party?

She sincerely doubted it, but it was all she'd ever seen in the area. Hermione let her car idle on the side of the road, hoping he didn't notice the identifiable bumper sticker Fred had given her for WWW on the back of her car.

Since he continued on, she breathed in relief. He parked outside of a warehouse, climbing out and following a crowd.

Hermione bit her lip before grabbing her purse, and locking her car as she crossed the street. The air whipped past her, the chill meeting her face as she put her head down. Right after Charlie, she lingered behind a group of men talking loudly.

She passed them, glancing up at the line that had grown sparse. Hermione walked directly past the man standing at the door with his arms crossed, and he yanked her backward. "Where do you think you're going?" His breath fanned across her face and she winced. "Admittance is ten pounds."

Fuck! "Um," Hermione whispered nervously. "Do you take card?" She joked.

He sized her up, his eyes lingering a bit too long on her chest for her comfort. "You've never been here before, have you?"

Hermione shook her head. Honestly, she didn't even know what this was.

The man sighed, grabbing her wrist while drawing an X over her hand. "Don't worry about it this time, but don't let me catch you here again without paying."

"Okay." Hopefully there wouldn't be a next time.

She pushed her way through the dense crowd, and was elbowed several times while receiving glares. The industrial lights were bright overhead, nearly blinding, and she did well to keep her head down. From the center of the room, Hermione could hear a crack that echoed, followed by cheering.

What in the fuck?

As she came to the front of the crowd, her stomach dropped, and she knew why Charlie was showing up beaten bloody all of the time. It was clear why he hadn't told her. Hermione would have done everything to talk him out of it, and she could be quite persuasive.

In the middle of a makeshift ring—which was created with paint dragged around the sides—Charlie pivoted from one foot to the other while a dark-skinned man lunged at him. Charlie caught him by the throat, punching him in the jaw before the other man went down.

Blood was spit across the concrete.

Charlie only wore sweatpants that rested low on his waist, revealing a dark patch of hair leading down. She supposed he was also wearing trainers, but she hadn't dwelled on them. A necklace hung around his neck, shining beneath the fluorescent lights, and Hermione was rooted to the spot.

Her jaw must have been open since a man nudged her and yelled, "You'll catch flies," over the deafening cheering. "Have you never been here before?"

"Is everyone going to ask me that? Should I have it stamped across my forehead?" Hermione shot back.

He grinned, running his fingers through blond hair. "No, I was just behind you in line. If you've never been here, why start?"

She swallowed, looking back to Charlie. "He's my—" Hermione didn't even know what he was at this point "—something," she finished lamely.

"Yeah? He's a fucking monster in that ring. I've never seen anyone beat him." He cupped his hands over his mouth when Charlie decked the other man, blood dripping from his mouth as a tooth fell from it. "See that?"

"Yeah," she whispered under her breath. Hermione wasn't a stranger to violence, but this felt different. "Oh, fuck." She turned to walk away, but Charlie had already seen her, his mouth dropping open.

Panic was written across his face.

His opponent took advantage of it, but even still Charlie caught his fist.

Hermione didn't have the heart to watch as Charlie finished the fight.

He followed her into the alley behind the warehouse, shouting her name so loud it echoed in the empty space. "Hermione, goddammit, stop running away from me!"

"I'm not running away from you. I'm going home," she shot back, while raising her hand into a rather rude gesture over her shoulder. "You should probably get back to whatever it was you were doing."

Charlie snorted from behind her. "Sweetheart—"

That's all it took.

Hermione whipped around, glaring at him as she marched up to him. "Don't call me that. Don't think you can just sweetheart me and everything will be okay because it's not." She shivered, realising she'd lost her scarf somewhere, but it didn't really matter at the moment. "You know what? It doesn't matter. It's your business."

He nodded. "I mean, yeah."

She wanted to punch him in the face. "But don't come to me when you get yourself fucked over."

Charlie reached for her, and she smacked his hand away. "Please don't be like that."

She huffed. "Fuck you."

"Alright." He put his hands up. "I know that you're mad because I lied to you—"

"Several times." She deadpanned. "You've had the chance to tell me several times. That's why I'm angry. Or maybe it's because you told me you were working and it was fucking Fred who told me you were lying to me." Shite. She wasn't supposed to have let that slip, and judging by the way Charlie's nostrils flared, Fred would probably hear about it later.

"I knew you'd be upset."

"Yeah, I think that's understating it."

Charlie shook his head. "Hey!" He caught her wrist, tugging her back to him. "Just let me talk, alright?"

"Then make it quick because I'm discovering that I'm not all that interested," Hermione spat.

"Just—have you ever wanted to just hit someone?"

She blinked. "What? No, that's fucking ridiculous. There are much better ways to channel your anger, Charlie."

He dragged a hand down his face, his frustration clearly written across his face. "Look, this is probably going to make you angrier, but I don't know how else to make you understand."

Her blood boiled. "I understand perfectly fucking fine, thank you."

"No," Charlie shook his head. "You really don't. You've never wanted to hit something, or someone? That's bullshite and you know it, Hermione."

"Oh? And you would know so much about me!"

"Yeah," he growled. "I would, considering I've been watching you since you dumped my fucking brother. So you've never wanted to hit someone? What about when Ron fucking cheated on you? You can't tell me you didn't want to hit him, because I know I did."

Her eyes narrowed. Bringing up Ron was a low blow and he knew it. It was why he'd done it. She was proud her voice didn't waver when she hissed, "Not even then."

Charlie took a step back from her, crooking his finger and beckoning her toward him. "Don't lie, Hermione. You wanted to, and if you were angry before, you're furious now. Just fucking hit me."

She didn't need to be told twice. Hermione shot forward, and punching him in the jaw. His head jerked to the side as she cradled her hand, muttering beneath her breath. "Fuck you." And then softer, she added, "Your face hurts."

"Yeah," he laughed. "You don't have to tell me that. You've got a mean right hook."

So she'd been told. "I'm still angry."

He nodded. "You're probably not going to give me an ice pack this time, are you?"

Hermione burst into laughter. "Not bloody likely. I think I'll let you suffer this time. Charlie… you have to know that this is a bad way to let out aggression. Not only is it illegal, you're going to get hurt."

Charlie rolled his eyes, and her anger returned. "If you're so fucking smart, then what do you suggest?" The barb wasn't even hurtful considering they had always joked when he said that.

Lifted her head, she snapped, "I don't know, Charlie! Have you ever just tried rough sex instead of beating the shite out of someone?"

He grabbed her by her arms, and she was pinned to the wall of the warehouse before she could blink. "You are so goddamned bossy and it makes me fucking crazy. You never shut up."

Hermione laughed, leaning her head back. "Suppose I don't. What are you going to do about that?"

Charlie grabbed her from the backs of her knees, and slammed her to the wall. His mouth was hard against hers, unforgiving while she yanked his hair. His tongue traced the seam of her lips, his pelvis grinding into hers, and then he bit down on her lower lip. "Jesus fucking Christ, are you always like this? All teeth, and yanking hair?"

She gasped, "I think it's you."

His hand slipped between their bodies, sliding down her stomach as his thumb brushed across her clit through her jeans. Charlie's other hand cupped her cheek, his thumb tracing her jawline while he kissed her so thoroughly she couldn't breathe.

"Would you like a crash course in anger management now?" Hermione laughed. "I don't fancy shagging outside in the middle of winter."

He dipped his head, his hair tickling her jaw as he kissed down her throat. Charlie left a mark, encouraged by that weak whimper that left her when he gripped her hips. "I don't know if we'll make it back to your flat."

"I think we'll manage, but my car—"

"Leave it. We'll get it in the morning." Charlie set her on her feet, smirking when she wobbled. His hand slid into hers as he led her to his car, opening the door for her in a small gesture that made her laugh. "Which is closer, mine or yours?"

"Mine," Hermione answered. She crawled across the center console, tugging the collar of his shirt down while pressing her lips to his throat. "Focus on the road," she muttered.

His hand slid up her thigh as he drove, and Charlie groaned when she palmed his cock through the fabric. As he pulling into the parking lot of her complex, Hermione suddenly remembered that her flat wasn't empty.

"Um," Hermione wanted to smack herself. "Everyone is in my flat right now. I was a bit too preoccupied to tell you that."

He chuckled. "It's fine. I'll throw them out."

"I mean—we could—"

"If you're about to tell me to just fuck you in my car, the answer is no. I want you in a bed where I can have you every way I want."

She was about to ask him what those ways were, but he stepped out of the car. Hermione hastily followed him. They barely made it up the stairs because he kept swatting her arse, his hand lingering just as the sting did.

"So, Ron will probably—" All Hermione wanted to do was remind Charlie that there might be a confrontation, and maybe he should let her handle it.

He pushed her up against the door, his hands framing her face while he kissed her. "Could fuck you out here in the open."

A moan left her, as weak as it was, and she slumped against the door. "I'd rather not be on my knees on the concrete."

Charlie's eyes narrowed. "Fucking minx." He reached behind her, twisting the doorknob, and found it was unlocked. His arm locked around her when she stumbled backward, giggling. "Everybody out." His tone left no room for discussion.

Ron's face immediately grew red, but she suspected it was due more to embarrassment than anger. "Uh," he spluttered.

Fred and George stood without ceremony. "I'm taking the popcorn." Fred pointed out.

She laughed. "Just get out." As the four men frantically fled her flat, Hermione grinned. "I expected that to be more difficult." Hermione was struck silent as it sunk in that they were completely alone. She swallowed, tilting her head up. "You said that you watched me."

"You want to talk about that now?" He arched an eyebrow.

"Not really, no." Shutting up, she grabbed his hand and led him into the bedroom. Turning to Charlie, she lifted the hem of his shirt, and he pulled it over his head. Hermione squealed as he hoisted her up, his palms on her arse as he picked her up. Idly tracing the tattoos that were inked across his shoulder, leading down his bicep, a short gasp left her when he tossed her on the bed.

Charlie climbed onto the bed, hovering over her with his hands planted on either side of her head while he nudged her legs apart with his knee. "How much do you trust me?" His lips moved along her clavicle, his tongue darting out. "I promise you'll like it."

She shuddered. "Yes."

He clicked his tongue. "Grab your vibrator, the one we discussed."

Hermione's eyes popped open. She wanted to question him, but the anticipation was enticing. She rolled over, pulling it from the drawer. Before she could speak, Charlie unbuttoned her jeans, and quickly pulled them down her legs.

He watched her pull her shirt over her head, and reach for the bra clasp resting against her spine. "Don't," he said. "I want to do it."

She couldn't argue with that.

Charlie moved closer, laying next to her as he lay on his side. He reached down, parting her thighs with a calloused hand, and pressed the head of the vibrator against her clit. He noticed when her breath caught, watched when she raised her hips, desperate for any type of friction.

He started with a low speed. "How long can I keep you like this?"

Her head fell back to the pillow as she pressed her hips up again. A soft whimper fell away from her, and she buried her face in his chest. "Charlie,"

He pulled the cups of her bra down, her breasts spilling from them. "Fucking hell." Not moving the toy, he lowered his head, and captured one of her nipples, flicking his tongue across it.

The speed increased, and Hermione was almost certain she was close to an orgasm. She moaned his name, her back arching. "More, more, Charlie, you have to give me more."

He sniggered against her skin, and he might have muttered how bossy she was as he increased the speed.

"Oh, my God." Hermione writhed below him, balling up the sheets in her hands. No one had ever done this for her before. In truth, no partner she'd been with had been willing to use toys with her since it offered nothing to them. "Oh, fuck." The expletive was dragged out, and she whined in protest as Charlie turned the vibrator off, discarding it amongst the sheets.

"Your knickers are soaked." Charlie rasped, his eyes darkening as he slid down the curve of her body.

Knowing what he was about to do did nothing to prepare her for it.

Her body jerked as his tongue traced her slit, a ragged moan leaving her as Charlie held her legs apart. He licked her clit, circling it with slow, even strokes as he pumped two fingers inside of her.

She was unable to control how her legs clamped down on his head, and Hermione buried her fingers in his hair as she began to fall apart. "Charlie, Charlie—Jesus fucking Christ—"

He was smirking, she was certain of it.

When his lips closed on her clit, and his fingers curled inside her cunt, Hermione came over his mouth with a loud shriek.

Still panting, she fell to the bed. "Come here."

She grappled for him, pushing him onto his back immediately after he discarded the rest of his clothes. Hermione straddled his waist, gripping his cock before sliding down his length.

His hands squeezed her hips as she slowly took him, her head falling back as he stretched her. Charlie growled that her little cunt was tight around his cock, and heat pooled in her lower belly.

"Fuck, this is better than I imagined."

She'd comment on that later. Hermione braced her hands against the headboard, bracing herself as she rode him. "Imagine this often? I might have."

His eyes screwed shut. "Yeah, I did. I wanted to bend you over everything in this flat everytime I came over."

"Then do it."

Hermione's stomach met the cool sheet, and he pulled her onto her knees. She spread her legs, bracing her arms on the bed as she arched her back. She shivered as his nails slid down her back, digging into her skin and making her moan despite the pain.

He slammed into her, pushing her forward as he fucked her. It was better, deeper, than when she'd been on top. Charlie groaned over her, pumping into her roughly. "Play with your cunt, Hermione. Make yourself come on my cock."

He might be the death of her.

Hermione listened, reaching down between her legs to rub her clit. Her eyes fluttered shut, and she couldn't catch her breath while he took her so hard that she would be sore the next morning. She found herself hoping she would be sore, that she'd feel it with every step she took, that—

"You take my cock so fucking well," Charlie growled, and he spanked her.

She begged for it again, and Hermione silently counted the strikes in her head. Her pace quickened as she sought another orgasm, greedily wanting to come over his cock. It hit her without warning. "Oh, Charlie… yes, yes… I'm coming."

He fucked her even harder, pressing her into the mattress roughly. Seconds later Charlie spilled inside of Hermione, and he fell to the bed beside her.

Still laying on her stomach, she smiled at him. "Tired?"

"Give me twenty minutes."

They didn't sleep for most of the night, and not just because they were too busy shagging to think of anything else. He made pancakes at two in the morning while she sat on the kitchen island. Shortly after they started a horror movie that didn't scare Hermione in the least, but she sunk to her knees in front of him and it was forgotten.

Taking his cock to the back of his throat, Hermione watched Charlie groan, felt him fist his fingers in her hair before he came down her throat. He muttered that she was fucking perfect.

Stumbling back into bed, Charlie slid into her easily after putting her legs over his shoulders, and fucking her while sitting on his knees.

There was yelling inside of her flat.

Hermione threw her arm over her face, groaning. "What time is it?"

Charlie fumbled with her alarm clock, dropping it. "Eight."

"That's too early. Do you think if we fuck loud enough that we'll scare them off?" Hermione asked, peeking over at him as she lifted her head.

He grinned. "I think it's definitely worth a try."

Her door slammed open. "Uh," Harry trailed off. "Are we interrupting anything?"

Charlie laughed. "We were sleeping."

"Tire yourself out last night?" That was Fred.

"Get out," Hermione groaned. "Just go somewhere else or I'll fuck Charlie on the sofa."

She was pretty sure it was Harry that choked. "Alright, well, we're taking your keys then, Charlie. Molly found out who the father is, and she's on the warpath. She wants someone to have a relationship that she gets to meddle in."

"Leave my car keys. Take the one to my flat." Charlie dragged a hand down his face.

"Also, Ron threw both of you under the bus. So Mum is mostly off our backs now; we just came by to warn you."

"You couldn't have warned us at noon?" Hermione snapped. They backed out, vacating her flat, and she was finally left in silence. "Do you mind that she knows?

Charlie ducked under the sheets with her, propping his head up on his hand. "No. Why would I?"

"It's not like we've established what this is. I know you said you wanted more than..." Hermione's cheeks flushed as she remembered the vibrator that had been knocked into the floor. "I don't want you to feel pressured into anything."

His laugh was muffled. "I thought I made myself clear last night when I said I've watched you. Hermione, I've wanted you for a long time. I'm surprised you never called me on it when I started showing up in the middle of the night for you to patch me up."

Hermione inched closer to him. "I wanted you to come by. Honestly, everyone knew I was infatuated with you, and I was hoping you wouldn't notice. Can you imagine how mortifying it would be if you hadn't reciprocated?"

"I don't think that was much of a problem. If you'd just said something sooner…"

She shrugged. "I didn't expect you to look at me twice since I was younger than you, and also the ex of your little brother. I wouldn't have blamed you for that either." She pressed her body to his, only a sheet separating them. "When you saw Ron and I that night while we were talking about the rule, if you had been there even a minute later, you would have overheard him reminding me that I've been gagging for you since I was fifteen."

"Fifteen?" Charlie echoed.

"You've always been hot, Charlie. Anyway, I pushed it to the back of my mind until you were around more, dropping by, and I'm getting off track. I told Ron I would rather gag on you to make him angry, not that it was a lie."

He shook with laughter. "You've got a smart mouth on you, sweetheart." Charlie pulled the sheet down, tracing the curve of her breast. "You were right. This is preferable to fighting when it comes to venting anger."

Hermione crawled on top of him. "Yeah?" She breathed, tilting her head to the side. "I'm happy to hear it."

"But… I might be over quite often if it's anything like the last few months," Charlie said softly, and it sounded like a promise.

She rubbed herself against him. "Oh, I'm eager to help in any way I can."

His cock slid against her slick folds. "I'm taking you to lunch with my come running down your thighs," Charlie growled and flipped her onto her back. "Probably finger your pretty cunt under the table."

"Maybe we should just go to dinner instead. I'm rather insatiable."

He pounced.

*snaps fingers.*

That's a wrap. Thank you for reading, and I would be so grateful if you would leave me your thoughts! I'm sure I will write this pairing again, but I have a fremione oneshot brewing in my head, and a jamione, so...I'm not sure when that will be.