Title: Going Down On Love
Author: ragdoll
Characters/Pairings: Charlie Weasley/Nymphadora Tonks
Rating: NC-17
Kinks/Themes Chosen: cunnilingus, menstrual taboos, hand jobs
Other Warnings: suggestion of blow jobs, two horny sixteen year olds
Word Count: 3825
Summary/Description: Charlie Weasley is a normal red-blooded sixteen year old wizard, and a week without his girlfriend is driving him spare. He's intent on going to great lengths to show his appreciation when she comes back.
Author's Notes: What it says on the tin. Contains no blood play! I swear!
Thanks to r_grayjoy for the help and support.



Charlie Weasley was desperately and unbearably horny. Not that being desperately and unbearably horny wasn't the normal state of affairs for him — after all, he was a normal red-blooded sixteen year old wizard — but currently, he was more randy and frustrated than usual. It was all his girlfriend's fault, of course. Well, if she was even still his girlfriend, that was. Dora had been acting very oddly the past week, not to mention avoiding Charlie as if he'd come down with a virulent case of the Dragon Pox. And without a girlfriend, Charlie was forced to wank, at least wank more than he had been since gaining said girlfriend.

It was driving him spare. Not to mention sore.

"I don't know what the hell is wrong with her," Charlie said to his older brother, Bill, in hushed tones over breakfast in the Great Hall. "She's acting dead mental. She won't let me near her, she's either taking m'head off or starts to snivel when I try to talk to her, and she seems more interested in stuffing her face with crisps or buns than doing anything important."

Bill cocked an eyebrow and continued eating his porridge. At eighteen, Bill was a man of the world in Charlie's eyes, and his greatest source of advice and reassurance.

"I'm beginning to reckon she's gone off me," Charlie said with a sigh. He cast a wistful glance over at the Hufflepuff table where Tonks sat, seemingly engrossed in a book, and her toast and jam. She'd barely acknowledged him when he'd tried to speak with her earlier.

"Well," Bill washed his porridge down with a mouthful of pumpkin juice, then continued. "Have you tried asking her, Charlie?"

"Of course. She just gets all weepy and runs off."

"And how long has this been going on, then?"

"For about a week. She was right as rain before that." Charlie picked at his fried egg, moving bits of it around the plate in frustration. This whole situation had made him lose his appetite.

"Hmm." Pursing his lips, Bill considered Charlie's predicament. "Is it possible she's on?"

"On?" Charlie echoed, blinking in confusion.

"Yeah, little brother. On." When Charlie gave no further response, Bill rolled his eyes, then said sotto voce, "On her period, dolt. You do know what that means, don't you?"

Blushing, Charlie blurted, "Of course I do!" He wasn't a complete plank when it came to biology, even the feminine kind. He'd had to sit through the same interminable lecture given by Professor Flitwick as all the other fourth years, the one about sexuality and reproduction and their changing bodies. Not to mention the crude jokes his dorm mates had been telling for the past two or three years. "I suppose it's possible."

"She's a girl, Charlie. Of course it's possible."

"Well, why is she acting so daft then? It's not as if I'm going to go running in terror just cos there's a little blood, am I?"

"Some blokes might. Besides, girls are weird," said Bill. "Look, if she's on, well, she's probably not feeling too well. Don't take it personally. Give her another few days and see if she comes round. You could also try and be a good boyfriend and offer up some tender loving care. Birds go mad for that sort of thing."

"How?" Bill was far more experienced with girls in general and Charlie deferred to his brother's superior knowledge with regularity.

"Bring her chocolates or flowers. Offer to give her a back rub if she wants one. Anything to make her feel better." Bill's face lit up into a sly smirk. "Or you could give her a good seeing to once she's better."

"Seeing to?"

"Yeah, you know, make it all about her when you're messing about." Bill paused, taking in Charlie's blank look. "Go down on her, you dozy git. You have done that before, haven't you?"

Charlie felt his blush deepening. "Well, not yet." Like most Hogwarts students, privacy was difficult to come by, and the majority of his time with Tonks had been furtive sessions of snogging and groping, snatched wherever and whenever they could manage. "Besides, if she's on —" he pulled a face. "I'm not a ruddy vampire, am I?"

"Wait till it's over and done with, Charlie. Although some guys do like to do it while a girl is...you know." Bill shrugged. "Not my cuppa, though."

As much as he wasn't that interested in his older brother's sex life, Charlie was strangely relieved to hear it. "Not mine either, thanks."

"Just be patient. I'm sure she'll be back to normal in no time."

Charlie could only hope so — he was starting to develop cramp in his wrist from all the time alone.

~*~

Tonks had spent most of their Herbology lesson trying to catch Charlie's eye. Professor Sprout had been hovering over her class of assorted fifth-year Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs, checking their work as they repotted fanged geraniums with great caution, thereby making it impossible for Charlie to talk to his girlfriend at all. Given the coy looks Tonks was giving him, he assumed she was feeling better and that he was back in her good graces. That made him feel much better, although he'd yet to have opportunity to tell her.

As soon as class was over, he grabbed up his things. Potions class was next and the last thing Charlie wanted was to be the target of Professor Snape's wrath.

"Charlie!" Tonks called, catching up with him as he headed out of Greenhouse Number Five. "Wait!"

"Can't, love," Charlie said, although he came to an abrupt halt. "Snape'll skin me alive if I'm late for class, and I don't fancy having to suffer through one of his detentions, do I?"

"All right, Just—well, here." Tonks thrust a folded piece of parchment into his hands. "See you later. Love you." She kissed him swiftly on the cheek, then ran off in the direction of the Astronomy Tower.

Charlie waited until he was settled in Snape's dungeon to look at Tonks' note, opening it carefully while hiding it on top of his Potions notes.

Can I see you tonight after your Quidditch Practice? I've missed you and hope you've missed me too. I promise I'll make it worth your while.

xxxx
Tonks

Just the thought of being alone with her was enough to send Charlie's hormones surging. He squirmed in his seat as he felt his cock starting to twitch. Immediately, he did his best to focus all of his attention on Snape's lesson rather than dwelling on what he and Dora might get up to once they were alone. If anything could rid Charlie of an painful and unwanted stiffie, it had to be Severus Snape droning on about how to concoct a perfect Draught of Peace.

~*~

"Good work, everyone!" Charlie called as his players shambled out of the Gryffindor changing rooms. Tonight's practice had gone well and with any luck, they might actually be able to beat Ravenclaw in their upcoming match. Right now though, Charlie couldn't wait for them all to bugger off, the sooner the better. He'd caught up with Dora briefly at dinner, just long enough to tell her that yes, he wanted to see her, and that she should meet him here once practice had ended. With any luck, they'd have the place to themselves for several hours.

"That was a good'un, wasn't it?" Oliver Wood exclaimed, his bag slung over one shoulder. He looked at Charlie expectantly, watching while Charlie pulled a jumper over his head. No doubt Oliver wanted to walk back to Gryffindor Tower with Charlie — he was a great new addition to the team and enthusiastic as the day was long. Unfortunately, Wood had developed a case of hero worship and tended to cling to Charlie like a burr given any opportunity.

Usually Charlie was tolerant of the kid — he was a brilliant Keeper and keen on the game — but not tonight. The last thing he wanted was for an annoying little second year to hang about and spoil his evening. "Yeah. Things are definitely looking up. I think we've got a decent chance at the Cup this year if you lot keep it up." Charlie looked at his watch, hoping that Wood would get the hint.

"I've never seen anyone pull off the Plumpton Pass before," Oliver continued. "I know it was just in practise, but you did it really well, Charlie."

"Thanks, Wood."

"Do you think you could show me again? It was really cool—"

"Not tonight, mate. All the gear's locked up and the last thing I want to do is go chasing the Snitch about until all hours if it goes wrong. Besides, McGonagall will have our hides if we don't get back to the Tower soon. Well," Charlie glanced down at his watch again, "if you don't get back. I've got Prefect rounds to deal with." That wasn't really the truth — he'd convinced Glenister to cover for him tonight, with the promise to take over for her on another night. But he was hardly going to tell Wood that.

Oliver's expression of dismay made Charlie feel worse than if he'd kicked a puppy.

"Look, mate, I'll do it next time. I promise. Just—not now." Charlie leaned over and patted Wood on the shoulder in an attempt at mollifying him. "Go on, then. I'll see you later, yeah?"

To Charlie's great relief, Wood complied, hurrying off back to the castle before Dora showed up. This gave him just enough time to finish packing his training clothes into his rucksack, and taking out the things he'd brought with him.

He had taken Bill's advice and brought both chocolates and flowers. It had cost him dearly, but Charlie had managed to convince one of his dorm mates to part with a fresh bag of Honeyduke's Best for the occasion. A quick stop into Greenhouse Number Seven had provided him with a small bouquet of brightly coloured daisies. Hopefully, Professor Sprout would never notice that any bellis perennis were missing from her precious stock given how much of it was grown for use in assorted potions and remedies for the hospital wing.

"Wotcher?" Tonks called, making her way into the changing room. "Charlie, you in here?"

"Right here."

Tonks dashed across the tile floor of the changing room and threw herself into Charlie's arms, kissing him in greeting with great enthusiasm. Charlie had had some vague notion of playing hard to get given how she'd treated him for the past week, but now that she was here, pressed up against him, her arms wound around his neck, her mouth hard against his, he knew it was futile. All he wanted was to be with his girl, especially now that she was so keen on being with him again.

She tasted like strawberry lip gloss and smelled like spicy candyfloss, and her kisses were sending Charlie reeling. It felt wonderful to have her in his arms again. Finally he broke it off, gulping for air as he relaxed his hold on her.

"Nice to see you too," he wheezed.

"Well, I told you I missed you," Tonks replied with a mischievous grin. "I'm sorry I haven't been around, love, but I wasn't feeling well." She gave him a knowing look, blushing furiously as she spoke.

Bill had clearly been right.

"Poor love." Charlie kissed her lightly on the brow. He knew better than to press her for details. Hearing about a girl's period was hardly a subject he wanted to discuss. "You're feeling better now, though?"

"Indeed." Tonks wriggled against him as if to prove her point. "I hope you're not too exhausted from your practice."

"Not in the least."

The bouquet of daisies caught Tonks' eye and she bounded away from him to grab the flowers. "Oh, are these for me then? They are for me, aren't they, Charlie Weasley?"

He laughed. "You're the only girl I had plans to meet here tonight, Dora. You just didn't give me a chance to give them to you. Or this." With a grin, he scooped up the brown paper Honeyduke's bag and presented it to her.

Tonks immediately tore it open, her eyes lighting up with delight as she saw the contents. "You're spoiling me terribly, you know." She kissed him again. "Thank you, love."

Charlie shrugged, feigning nonchalance, although inside, he was more than relieved to know she was happy with the gifts. "I reckon you're worth it."

Popping a chocolate in her mouth and grinning wider, Dora nodded.

"There, erm..." Charlie shuffled in place, feeling a bit nervous. "There's something else I want to give to you."

"Oh?" She cocked her head in curiosity, still savouring her chocolate.

"Yeah." He approached her slowly, drawing her into his arms for another impassioned kiss. This time she tasted like chocolates, especially when she slid her tongue into his mouth. Somehow they wound up against the wall, Tonks' back pressed firmly into the line of locker doors. Gingerly, Charlie placed a hand on her breast, closing his fingers over the soft mound and squeezing until a low moan escaped her lips. He loved it when she made those noises; he was already hard from the sound.

Charlie caressed her gently, playing with her breasts for a few minutes before letting his hand glide lower, down her ribs and stomach to her hips, and then finally, between her legs. He didn't know what had possessed Tonks to wear a skirt tonight, but he gave a silent prayer at his luck. It was so much easier than negotiating with trousers....

Tonks let out another noise of approval — Charlie had expected her to slap him or pull his hand away, but instead, she parted her thighs, allowing him further access. His breath caught in his throat as he pushed his fingers forward, rubbing along the crotch of her cotton knickers. They were damp and warm. She'd never let him go this far before, and that thought alone was enough send another jolt of excitement through his body and straight to his groin.

For a scant moment, Charlie wondered just how much he could get away with. Like most blokes his age, he was obsessed with losing his virginity, but Dora had been adamant that she wasn't ready for that yet. Charlie had had to put up with plenty of ribbing about that, mostly by his mates (who probably hadn't even got as far as he had), including the suggestion that as a Metamorphmagus, Dora could stay a perpetual virgin if she wanted, so why ever was she holding out? Charlie had punched Theseus Wilkinson so hard that he'd broken his nose over that one. Still, Bill had said to make it all about Dora, so Charlie pushed all thoughts of shagging out of his mind, focusing on touching his girlfriend and making her feel good.

It seemed to be working. Dora shifted, pushing her hips forward, rocking slowly against Charlie's hand. He glanced up — her eyes were closed and she was biting at her lower lip, her expression rapturous. It made him feel incredible to know he was having that sort of effect on her, and that emboldened him to continue.

Twisting his hand, Charlie slipped his fingers beneath the elastic band of her knickers, groaning as he came into contact with warm, wet flesh. Tonks gasped, grabbing at his shoulder and digging her nails in. Taking that as consent, he continued, dragging his fingertip along her slick folds, awed by what she was letting him do.

He began to range his kisses lower; first her chin, then over her throat to the bare stretch of skin at the top of her blouse. He moved down the swell of her breasts, and the line of her taut stomach, dropping to his knees as he reached the waistband of her skirt, touching her all the while. He stared in amazement as she grabbed the hem of her skirt, bunching the material up in her free hand as she pulled it up, revealing her thighs and a pair of cotton knickers. They were white and covered in multicoloured polka dots: red, pink, purple, blue.

"Go on then," she urged in a husky whisper.

Withdrawing his hand with great reluctance, Charlie reached up to tug her knickers down over her hips and down to her knees. Tonks helped him with the rest, peeling her panties off entirely while he sat back on his heels, savouring the sight of her. He suppressed the urge to giggle at the triangle of magenta pubic hair between her legs, only slightly darker than the hair on her head. So, Scarborough's speculation about that hadn't been wrong after all.

Charlie closed his eyes and drew in a deep breath, considering what to do next. Tonks squeezed his shoulder in encouragement as he scooted forward between her legs, inhaling her scent. It was sweet and earthy and intoxicating all at once, and like nothing he'd ever imagined.

Moving forward, he began to kiss along the line of her inner thighs, nipping at the soft flesh and then dragging his tongue in slow arcs as he worked his way upwards. Tonks moaned again, bracing herself against the wall as she spread her legs farther apart for Charlie's benefit. When he reached the top, he buried his nose in her pink curls, marvelling at how soft they were.

Tonks tilted her hips forward, stroking Charlie's hair and whispering words of encouragement. Smiling to himself, Charlie spread her nether lips apart with his thumbs before sticking his tongue out and swiping it experimentally along the centre. This set of lips definitely did not taste like bubblegum or chocolate. They were wet and warm with a tang of musk.

Moving in closer, Charlie first teased her with the tip of his tongue, then began to lick her in earnest. He'd never done this before, but she seemed to be enjoying what he was doing, undulating and moaning in approval. That gave him a great sense of pride in his work, making him lick harder as he worked his way in deeper inside. His ministrations seemed to pay off; her cries grew louder, her writhing more frenzied as he went on, reaching a fevered pitch as he discovered the swollen bud of her clit and began to suck.

Charlie let his tongue flutter against the hard nub, snaking one finger up to circle around her entrance, then finally slide inside her. Tonks cried out again as he moved his hand in shallow thrusts while sucking harder on her clit. She grasped at his hair, yanking hard as her hips began to buck wildly. He added a second finger, twisting as he thrust in.

"Oh, sweet Helga— Charlie, don't stop! Don't you care stop!" Tonks keened and thrashed, trapped between him and the wall behind her.

He had no intention of stopping. Not when he was eliciting such an incredible response. He hummed and moaned against her skin, sucking even harder on her clit until he began to feel her starting to quake beneath him.

"Oh, Charlie—-oh, Charlie!" Dora was wracked by violent tremors, her grip on his hair so tight that Charlie half expected it to come out in clumps. Her words broke into unintelligible cries as she gave one final shudder and came. Charlie could feel her cunt pulsing around his fingers — and could only wonder what it would be like to experience that around his cock.

He held onto Dora, not coming up for air until she slumped back against the wall, panting heavily. Thankfully she relaxed her hold on him, caressing the back of his head as she fought for breath. Charlie pulled back, raising his head before resting his cheek against her thigh to gaze up at her. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes bright and she had the most euphoric expression he'd ever seen.

She was beautiful.

Tugging at his shirt, Tonks pulled Charlie to his feet, giving him just enough time to wipe his mouth on his sleeve before she was kissing him again, hungrily, urgently, intensely. She seemed to know just how aroused he was, her hands delving beneath the edge of his denims and inside his pants, grabbing his aching cock and squeezing tight.

Groaning, Charlie barely managed to get his jeans open, suddenly clumsy and all thumbs. Dora was already stroking him as he shoved his clothing down, pumping into her hand as soon as his cock was free from its confines. It was only a matter of seconds before he was coming in a surge of hot spunk, splattering Dora's skirt and legs as well as his jeans and stomach.

Dora started to giggle, making it impossible to continue kissing her.

"S-sorry," Charlie managed, half-laughing, half-gasping for air.

"That's what Scourgify is for," she reminded him, loosening her grip on his now flaccid and dripping cock. It led Charlie to the realisation that the aftermath of sex was not particularly pretty. She kissed him again, brushing back his hair with her free hand. "You were fantastic, Charlie. No one's ever done that before." She was blushing to the roots of her hair, suddenly and uncharacteristically shy now that it was over. "To me, I mean."

He beamed at her, reaching for his wand. They both knew he was far better at cleansing charms than she'd ever be. "I've never done it before. To you. Or anyone else. Just you."

"Do you know how much I love you?" Dora murmured. "Flowers, chocolates, and oral sex — you're the best boyfriend a girl could have. I don't know what I've done to deserve you."

"You're just you. And I love you," Charlie replied. He stole another kiss, then began to tidy up. His work was interrupted as Dora leant over to retrieve her knickers, her skirt riding up to expose her pert arse. He froze, groaning audibly at the sight. "You know," he managed, his tongue thick in his mouth, "if you keep doing that, we won't make it back to the castle until morning."

She turned her head, smirking at him over her shoulder as she wiggled her arse. "Is that right then?"

Slowly he nodded; he could feel his cock already starting to stir. Even amongst his peers, Charlie's powers of recovery were notorious.

"We-ell, if that's the case, then perhaps this time, I could do something for you...?" Charlie swallowed as she left the rest of the implication hang, just licking her lips suggestively.

Charlie crooked his finger, beckoning her over. He could hardly turn down such a incredible —and exciting — invitation. As Dora came to his side and wrapped herself around him, Charlie came to the conclusion that he was more than willing to go without her one week a month if the outcome was more incredible nights like this.