wl_mods (wl_mods) wrote in wizard_love, @ 2009-03-16 10:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | *fic, charlie, hermione |
Special Delivery For: silvernatasha
Title: The Misadventures of Hermione Granger
Author: abusing_sarcasm
Recipient's IJ/LJ name: silvernatasha
Rating: R
Pairing(s): Hermione/Charlie, extremely minor mention of past Hermione/Ron
Word Count: ~2000
Warnings (if any): Sex and some silliness. Maybe a teensy bit of Ron-bashing if you squint. Hard.
Summary: When Hermione gets an idea in her head, she can't seem to shake it, even if Charlie isn't exactly pleased.
Author's notes: Huge thanks to the mods for being wonderful and my beta, S, for also being wonderful. To silvernatasha, your prompt mentioned a new location or trying something new, and I sort of ran with that. I know you said you didn't want Hermione/Ron, but it was sort of necessary to the set-up. I hope you enjoy this!
"Charlie, please?" Hermione wasn't whinging. She wasn't a woman who did that, and she would hex anyone who implied otherwise. But she was most definitely supplicating and pleading and even wheedling, because she was bored out of her skull. They never made love anywhere except in bed. And yes, that could be blamed on the fact that they were staying at the Burrow for the summer, but sill. It wasn't as if there was nowhere else to go. Hermione also was not a woman who required whips and chains or latex and feathers to be happy, but honestly. Variety is the spice of life, as they say.
And Hermione was feeling very bland.
"Oh, you want to beg, do you?" Charlie said with an impish grin, leaning to nibble on her earlobe. "Say 'please' again. Tell me you want it."
"Be serious! I want to try someplace new."
Charlie sat back on the bed and looked at her. "You do realize this is my parents' house, right? And your ex-boyfriend, my brother, is also staying here. Not to mention, a whole host of other people. I think my room is the only place we're safe from prying eyes, and trust me, those eyes wouldn't just be prying – they'd be shocked and then they'd start yelling. You know how I hate to get yelled at in the middle of sex. We've talked about that."
Hermione swatted him on the arm. "Stop joking around! I've never yelled at you during sex. After, maybe. And certainly before. But never during. Anyway, what about outside? We could go behind the garden wall. It's a beautiful night," she said, well aware she was whinging this time, but beyond caring.
He sighed. "If I don't agree to this, I'm not going to get any tonight, am I? Fine. Let's go. But if we see anyone on the way down, the deal's off."
Hermione smothered her grin. She didn't want him to know how thrilled she was with her victory. They walked down the stairs and out to the yard. At this late hour, there was no one around.
They hopped over the wall, Charlie gallantly helping Hermione, and cast charms on the ground so they wouldn't get dirty. Charlie immediately pulled Hermione to the ground and began kissing her. She loved his kisses so much. They were so forceful and powerful, much like Charlie himself. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her breasts to his chest. He stroked her arms, moving closer to her chest, and lifted her shirt over her head. He brushed the back of one hand across her nipple and she moaned.
Then there was a cough.
Hermione whipped her head around and saw Harry perched on the wall. She shrieked and turned her back, pulling her shirt back on. "What are you doing?"
"I just came out for some air and I wondered what all the garden gnomes were looking at," he said, his voice full of laughter.
Hermione and Charlie looked up, and sure enough, there were at least twenty of the little creatures sitting on the wall, staring at them.
Charlie looked cross. "Gnome voyeurism? See, Hermione, this is what you get when you want to try something new."
"This isn't my fault!" she protested, but Charlie was already boosting her over the wall. She glared at Harry on the way by, but he merely shrugged.
Hermione trudged up the stairs and fell into bed. Charlie looked at her plaintively. "No chance of finishing what we started?"
"I think that ruined my mood," she snapped, turning her back.
He muttered something about it being her bloody idea in the first place, but she chose to ignore that. She didn't feel like doing anything at that point, anyway. She rolled on her side and cursed boyfriends who weren't adventurous when it mattered and best friends who were always there when you didn't want them.