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Wankfest Fic: Charlie Weasley at The Burrow with Dragonhide Gloves
Welcome to Day Two of HP Wankfest 2011 posting! We have two delicious fics for your enjoyment today, so if you're at work, well... you might want to save these for your lunch break. ;)

Title: The Option for More
Author: alisanne
Character: Charlie Weasley
Location: The Burrow
Prop: dragon hide gloves
Other Characters: Hermione Granger
Rating: R
Warnings: None
Word Count: +/-2000
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to J. K. Rowling, Warner Brothers, Scholastic Books, Bloomsbury Books, and all other entities involved in the Potterverse. Nothing you recognize is mine.
Author's Notes: Endless thanks to my beta reader, who shall remain nameless for the moment in the interests of anonymity, and to our wonderful wanking mods, who provided us all with yet another fabulous opportunity to practice some self love. *g*

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The Option for More

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“It’s so good to see you, dear.”

Hermione smiled, surrendering to Molly’s embrace before finally pulling back. “I wasn’t sure I’d still be welcome,” she said softly.

Molly rolled her eyes. “Ron is an idiot. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to him.” She sighed. “Still, I suppose he won’t know what he’s missed until it’s too late.” She patted Hermione’s shoulder. “Come in. I’m getting everything ready for dinner. You can help me.”

Hermione followed and was quickly put to work peeling potatoes. The Burrow was quieter than she remembered and she kept looking around, expecting random redheads to descend on the place.

“Ginny and Harry will be here later,” Molly said, correctly interpreting Hermione’s look. “Ron said something about bringing that girl; I hope that won’t make you uncomfortable?”

Head bent over her task, Hermione shrugged. She’d had weeks to get used to the idea of Ron and Lavender. Seeing them together wouldn’t bother her, although being without a ‘date’ for dinner would probably result in smirks from Lav. “I’ll be fine.”

“Well, Charlie’s visiting, and he’s single.” Molly smiled. “You can sit by him if you like.”

Hermione blushed. She wouldn’t mind spending time with Charlie, who would? She’d always had a bit of a crush on him, but naturally she could never have acted on it, not while she’d been with Ron, but now that she was single....

“Molly?”

Arthur came in and upon seeing Hermione, he smiled, then kissed Molly on the cheek. “Hello, Hermione. Mm, something smells good.”

“Roast and potatoes, your favourite.” Jumping as he patted her on the arse, Molly blushed. “Arthur!” She glanced at Hermione, who made sure to keep her face averted. “We have a guest,” she hissed.

“Who, Hermione?” Arthur caught her eye and winked. “Why she’s practically part of the family.”

“Still, keep your hands to yourself,” Molly scolded.

“If you insist.” Snitching a roll, he ate it, chuckling as she shooed him out of the kitchen. “I’ll just go and putter about in my shed then, shall I?”

Hermione smiled as they bantered, then sighed, wondering if she would ever have that sort of relationship with anyone.

Once Arthur was gone, Molly glanced at Hermione. “You know, I think Charlie may be planning to nap all day. Would you go and tell him that I need him?”

“Of course.” Putting down the potato, Hermione wiped her hands and started for the stairs.

“Thank you, dear. He’s using the last room on the second floor.” Molly turned away to stir some gravy. “He’s a sound sleeper, you may need to knock several times.”

Once she was at the top of the stairs, Hermione slowed down. She knew the way to Ron’s room of course, and to Ginny’s, but she’d never stepped foot into any of the other Weasley bedrooms. All the doors on the second floor were open except for the one at the end, which was open a crack.

She approached quietly, not wanting to surprise him. Who knew how a dragon tamer would react if startled? As she got closer, she could hear creaking, so she laid her hand on the wood, peeking inside as the door swung open.

Hermione’s mouth dropped open at the sight before her.

The creaking had been the bedsprings. Charlie, naked, was up on his knees, one hand gripping the headboard, the other between his legs. Although Hermione didn’t have a clear view, it was obvious what he was doing, even without the sounds he was making, or the rhythmic flex of his arse. His very shapely and biteable arse.

Biteable? Hermione covered her mouth with her hand. I should go. I really need to go!

And yet she stood there, rooted to the spot, looking her fill as Charlie Weasley wanked in front of her.

Even her deepest fantasies hadn’t had him looking like this, though. He was all muscle, not a spare ounce of fat on him, and his bronzed, freckled skin made Ron look like a pale wimp.

Hermione licked her lips and, without conscious thought, stepped back, pulling the door back into its original position in the hopes that he wouldn’t see her and stop. Wish he would turn around so I could see more, though.

As if he’d heard her, Charlie grunted and, releasing his death grip on the headboard, rolled onto his back, his eyes closed, his legs spread wide as he continued stroking his erection with his other hand. His other hand on which he was wearing a dragon hide glove.

That one detail tantalised Hermione and, mesmerised, she stared, her breath coming in shallow pants as she finally got a clear look at him.

He had a dragon tattoo: a Welsh Green on his chest that seemed caught in the throes of pleasure just like its owner. Every few seconds the tattoo lashed its tail, flicking it over the base of Charlie’s cock.

And speaking of his cock-- Hermione swallowed hard, committing the details to memory for her own future wanking sessions. He was big, of course, proportional to the rest of him, uncut, and as he ran his gloved hand up and down the shaft, clear fluid oozed from the tip. Every third or fourth stroke his thumb would collect the fluid and spread it over his flesh.

At that moment, Hermione realised she was wet, her cunt aching from watching him. I want him.

Slowly, quietly, feeling daring, she slid her hand down her thigh and under her skirt. Her knickers were damp and, biting her lip against the moan that threatened, she managed to shove the cloth aside and begin fingering herself.

Meanwhile, Charlie was arching up, fucking his fist with his cock, his face almost as red as his erection. He was moving faster and the bedsprings protested the abuse with loud screeches. “Fuck--” he gasped, his feet flat on the mattress. “Yes, God, yes!”

Her hand clenching the doorframe, Hermione barely managed to stay upright as her fingers circled her clit. She had to see him orgasm before she could come, but she wasn’t sure she could make it. “Come now,” she mouthed soundlessly, her vision beginning to grey out. “Please--”

With a low, inarticulate groan, Charlie did, his seed shooting out of his cock to cover his hand and glove, spattering against his stomach. His body shuddered as, eyes closed, he milked the last few drops before allowing his legs to fall onto the bed and his hand to release his prick. Breathing hard, he finally smiled, tracing patterns in the come covering his body. “’Mione,” he whispered, the word almost inaudible.

When what he’d said registered, Hermione gasped and, hoping his harsh breathing had covered the noise, she spun, dashing into the loo down the hall. Leaning over the sink, she tore her knickers getting them off before, with a few swipes of her thumb and a high-pitched gasp, she brought herself off, her body shaking as she came.

When she finally looked at herself in the mirror, Hermione groaned. She looked like she’d been thoroughly shagged. Even splashing cold water on her face didn’t cool the flush on her cheeks.

After ditching her ruined knickers and doing her best to tame her hair, she took a few deep calming breaths and prepared to leave the loo. I’ll just tell Molly I couldn’t find him. Or maybe I’ll say I couldn’t wake him up and suggest someone else go and get him. I can’t go back to that room. In fact, she wasn’t sure how she could ever look Charlie in the face again.

Opening the door, she glanced once more towards the room, exhaling when she saw it was still opened just a crack. Perhaps he didn’t hear me-- Exiting, she almost screamed when she ran smack into a male chest. A broad, male, muscled chest attached to a compact body. She almost moaned aloud. At least he’s wearing clothes now. “Charlie?”

Openly amused, Charlie smiled down at her. “That’s me.” He raised an eyebrow. “You know, this house is funny.”

“Oh?” Hermione licked her lips and tried hard not to make it obvious that she was doing her best not look at him.

“Mmhm.” He moved closer. “It’s hard to sneak up on people. It’s the floorboards, you see. They make a lot of noise if you know what to listen for.”

Oh God! Horrified, she met his gaze. “You knew I was there?”

He shrugged.

“That’s why you said my name.” Humiliated, she started to move past him. “I have to go--”

“I said your name because I was hoping you’d join me.” Charlie stepped in front of her. He cleared his throat. “Although you should know, I’ve said your name before while I wank.” As she digested that, he continued, “It’s a shame you didn’t join me. If you had, you might not have needed to use the loo to take care of yourself.” He tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear. “It would have been my pleasure to help you take care of...things.”

Hermione was looking at the floor when her gaze shifted to his pocket, from which the corner of his dragon hide glove could be seen. Her mouth went dry.

“Oh God,” Hermione whispered, knees suddenly weak. She stumbled.

Charlie caught her by the waist, hauling her close. “Mum said you and Ron broke up. Is that true?” he asked.

Still reeling from the jolt of desire his touch had inspired, Hermione looked up at him. “Yes.”

He smiled. “Then, if you’re not tired of Weasley men, maybe we could go out for a cup of tea sometime.” Charlie was watching her closely.

“Tea?” Hermione couldn’t help it, she laughed. “If that’s all you want, I bet we could get some downstairs.”

Throwing back his head, Charlie laughed. “Touché.” He licked his lips. “You have me at a disadvantage, since, as you saw, that’s not all I want. Obviously.”

It was nice to be wanted. Hermione tilted her head. “I...may be interested in more than hot beverages as well,” she murmured, blushing.

“Well then.” Charlie bent his head, but at that moment, Molly called up the stairs.

“Charlie? Hermione? Are you two coming?”

Charlie leaned his forehead against hers and laughed softly as Hermione bit her lip. “I don’t think I should answer that, do you?” he whispered.

She snorted. “Not if you ever want more than tea from me,” she said.

He leaned back, his gaze sharp. “I think you know exactly what I want from you, but for now I’ll settle for tea with the option of more later.” Offering his arm, he inclined his head. “Shall we?”

Hermione had all but made up her mind that she was taking Charlie up on his offer, but when she got downstairs and saw Harry and Ginny chatting with Ron and Lavender, her hand involuntarily tightened on Charlie’s arm. The look of sheer envy that Lavender sent her way warmed her to her very toes.

“Good, we’re all here,” Molly said, eyes dancing. “And I see you found him, Hermione.”

Charlie smirked. “I’d say we found each other, Mum.”

Molly nodded, winking at Hermione. “Just as I hoped. Time for dinner!”

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Fin

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