Special delivery for gelsey Title:Third Time's the Charm Author/Artist: Recipient's LJ name:gelsey Pairing(s):Charlie Weasley/Millicent Bulstrode Rating:NC 17 SummaryWhat started as a summer fling becomes much more over time. Word Count: 4,628 Warnings/Content:None Disclaimer: (optional)I don't own Charlie and Millicent, though I wish I did. Author's/Artist's notes: Thank you to our lovely mod for her patience with me. Thank you to the lovely S. for beta reading for me. Gelsey, I hope you like this. I tried to take several of the elements you listed, and turn them into something. Your prompt about Strawberry Wine helped set the mood for this.
He thought that he would forget about her when he returned to Romania. She was a bit younger than he liked, but aside from that, she fit the description of what he liked. She had a solid, sturdy body, softened by generous curves. Her hair was long and thick, and almost always in a thick plait. She was reasonably attractive with a round face, high cheekbones, and brown eyes. He had always liked brown eyes. She was not beautiful by conventional standards. In fact, those standards would render her rather plain looking. Charlie, however, couldn't give a flying fig about convention. He had always been one to buck the tide.
Charlie had not been overly happy about going to Wales to help the reserve there, but he had no choice. He was one of the best handlers on the Romanian reserve, and the Welsh reserve needed the help brining their facility up to international standards.
She had been there for the summer as an intern. One of her cousins worked on the reserve, and her family thought she would be out of harm's way there, while the decision regarding her seventh year was discussed. The Bulstrodes favoured neither side in the war, and had left the country.
Charlie had been intrigued by her, and small talk in the evenings over dinner became longer walks around the reserve after dinner, and resulted in a summertime romance. They both knew that's what it was – nothing more or less. Besides, he didn't want to lead her into believing that this could ever be anything else.
Millicent had been in agreement about that, which was a refreshing change from the normal birds he dated, who thought that a one-night stand was tantamount to a long-term relationship.
So why was it that every time he shagged someone he thought about her? Why did he wake up with a raging hard on almost every morning after spending the night dreaming about her?
It was only supposed to be a summer fling Millicent thought in frustration as she woke up suddenly from another steamy dream. She had to be careful. She was in Slytherin House and it would not bode well if anyone found out she was fantasizing about a former Gryffindor – especially one with the last name of Weasley. She had to lie to her dorm mates about the identity of her summer love, though Pansy didn't believe that she had one.
With a soft, irritated sigh she turned over and tried to go back to sleep. She tried meditating and clearing her mind, but nothing worked. She tossed and turned to images of red hair and dragon tattoos, hoping that she would be able to forget soon. He was just a summer fling, right?
As the year went on however, she found that she thought about him more and more. It was affecting her ability to keep her Slytherin mask on, as she recalled bits of their late-night pillow talk, and how in reality, she did not agree with the idea of pureblood supremacy. As one who had never fit into the pureblood circles, since she wasn't a pretty and delicate witch like others her age, she had found ways to rebel against it. He told her he admired her for keeping to her true self despite the adversity of the world she lived in.
Those words had a greater impact than she thought they would, and she kept replaying them in her head as she secretly helped those who the Carrows punished. It was a difficult balancing act though, and who knew what would happen should she be caught. Amycus Carrow had been leering at her lately, and she shuddered to think of what was going through his putrid mind. Charlie was no better off. He heard bits and pieces from his family and on the Wizarding Wireless Network about what was going on, and he found that he was as worried about Millicent as he was about his sister. He knew that she had a far more dangerous path to walk. He wanted to see her again, maybe after she graduated. She intrigued him more than any other woman he had ever been with, and he could care less about her house affiliations. His dreams became less sexual in nature and included images of the kind of life they would have – whether in Romania or in England.
He knew that writing her would not be a good idea. Based on what his father had Owled him, letters going to and from Hogwarts were being screened and censored. He decided that maybe over Christmas he could press his sister for information, and maybe she could get a letter to Millicent. He worried what she would think though, since they had both made the decision that their short relationship was better off as a summer fling.
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It was not easy to get Ginny alone so they could talk. Finally, he just asked her to stay downstairs after their parents went to bed.
Ginny sat across the kitchen table from him, a cup of hot chocolate in her hands. "So, what is so urgent and private that it needed to wait until Mum and Dad went to bed?"
"You have to promise not to say anything to anyone about it," Charlie replied.
Ginny hesitated for a moment but agreed. She adored Bill and Charlie, more than her other brothers, and since they had kept her secrets, she figured she owed Charlie one. "Alright," she agreed.
"What can you tell me about Millicent Bulstrode?" he asked. "Aside from whatever drivel Ron and Harry have spewed about her and the rest of the Slytherins."
Ginny's eyebrows shot up. "Why are you interested in Millicent Bulstrode or any Slytherin for that matter? Unless…." She trailed off, as she put the pieces together. "She is the girl you met in Wales, isn't she?" She nodded in understanding.
"I don't want Mum knowing. I don't know how she would feel about it. I mean, her family is not involved with You-Know-Who."
"Honestly, I think Mum would just be glad you found a girl. Well, she isn't as bad as Ron and Harry say she is. It's true that she is large, and yes, she used to be a bit of a bully, but I also notice that she has a protective streak, especially towards the younger students. She seems to hate the Carrows as much as we do, but she tends to keep to herself, which is probably the safest thing for her; though she tries to help the younger students as much and as discretely as possible. I also notice that she sits off by herself, away from most of the Slytherins. Sometimes Blaise Zabini sits with her, but she's pretty much a loner."
Charlie nodded. "It makes sense." He took a sip of his hot chocolate and pulled a flask out of his pocket and poured the contents in. "I think I need something stronger than chocolate." He was silent for a moment as he pondered his sister's information. "It was only supposed to be a summer fling," he said. "We both agreed to it, but I can't stop thinking about her. I worry about her as much as I worry about you," he admitted.
He looked at Ginny carefully for a moment. "If I were to give you a note, do you think you could give it to her, or at least get an idea of how she feels about me?"
"I don't talk to her that much, but I imagine I could find a way to do so. You really like her, don't you?"
The look on Charlie's face confirmed it.
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He was a damn fool for writing to her, and even more foolish for having his sister give the note to her. She was pleased that he did write, since she was beginning to realize how deep her feelings ran. She pushed those thoughts to the back of her mind. It was dangerous to think about any Weasley in a favourable light. Besides, if this stupid war didn't end, she probably wouldn't get to see him again for a very long time. Regardless of family alliances, she was still a Slytherin and his family wouldn't want him to be with a Slytherin – not even a neutral one.
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The battle was going full force. The older students were fighting side by side with the teachers and Aurors to defend the castle. Several of her house mates had left, presumably to join the Death Eaters in their fight, though she knew that some just fled to get away from the fighting. Self-preservation? Or was it cowardice?
Millicent focused on the Death Eaters more so than those around her. She threw her anger at the Carrows and their tortures, her anger at her arrogant housemates into each spell she cast. She was a force to be reckoned with.
Charlie had just gotten off his dragon, leaving it to go after the creatures coming out of the forest under Voldemort's command. He weaved through the battlefield, trying to pick out the Death Eaters and avoid those who were fighting with the Light. His heart nearly stopped when he saw her fighting. She was amazing to watch as she ducked and dodged curses and hexes, her robes flying around her. She moved quickly and with a certain amount of grace.
He fought his way over to her, taking out several Death Eaters along the way, including one who was about to hex her from behind. "Look out!" he yelled as he pulled her out of the line of fire and shot a stunner at the man.
"Thanks," she said, not fully realizing who it was that saved her. She was glad to have someone at her back, though, and the two of them fought their way back into the castle. Once inside, she put her back to the wall and took a deep breath. She was getting tired, but she knew that they needed to keep going. "Thanks again for saving me," she said turning to get a look at her saviour. Her eyes widened when she saw who it was. "Charlie?" she asked tentatively.
He opened his mouth to respond only to have her push him to the side and pull her wand. He turned to see another Death Eater on the ground. "He was casting the Killing Curse," she said. "Now we're even." She turned and ran back down the corridor to get back into the fray. After several more hours, it was over. Harry Potter had defeated Voldemort. Everyone who was not injured was going around collecting the wounded and the dead and bringing them into the Great Hall. Charlie and Millicent had gotten separated at some point, and now he found himself looking around the hall for her.
She was helping Madame Pomfrey when he finally saw her, but his mother's mournful cries stopped him from going to her. He stayed close to his family, mourning the loss of one of his siblings. When he finally had a chance to look for her again, he couldn't find her. Madame Pomfrey informed him that she had left the grounds that morning, to go find her parents.
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It was two years after Voldemort was defeated. Charlie was with his family in Diagon Alley shopping for Christmas presents. He had written Millicent several letters, but she never replied. Through several discrete inquiries, he found out that she lived in Dover, but had a rather successful Apothecary in Diagon Alley. However, that day, there was a sign on the door indicating that it was closed.
Charlie, Ron, Harry and Ginny went into Flourish and Blotts to buy gifts for Hermione. She had mentioned a set of law books that she wanted, and the latter three agreed to buy the set for her. Charlie went along to see if the new book on Welsh Green dragons was out yet.
He found the section of the shop that had the books on magical creatures and began looking through the shelves, not paying attention to the fact that there was someone in his way. He only looked down when he heard a thud and a startled cry.
"I'm so sorry," he said as he turned to offer his hand to the woman. "Here, let me help you," he said as he looked down into Millicent's face.
"Thank you," she said, taking the offered hand and getting up before realizing who was helping her.
"How are you?" Charlie asked softly, taking in the sight of her. She was still rather striking, but something seemed…different about her. He couldn't figure out what.
"Not too bad," she said casually, trying to keep the emotion out of her voice. "You look good," she said, giving him a slight smile.
"So do you. I hear you are doing rather well for yourself," he said. "How are your parents?"
"I'd like to think I've made something of myself," she said softly. "My parents decided to stay in France. They have made a life for themselves there. They seem happier there than they were here."
There was an uncomfortable silence between them. "Did you get my letter?" he asked.
"I did."
"Why didn't you reply?"
She looked at him for a moment, thinking about her answer. "Because I didn't think it would work. Your family wouldn't accept me. I was a Slytherin and most of my friends wound up being Death Eaters."
"I don't think they would care, really," Charlie said defensively. "You fought alongside us, and everyone knows it. Your house at Hogwarts isn't an indication of whether you are good or evil."
"That's probably true," she said softly. "However, I know that certain members of your family hate everything that is or was Slytherin, and group all of us as Death Eater wannabes." She shrugged. "I don't want to be a reason for dividing your family. Besides, wasn't it just a summer fling?" She was shaking as she said that.
"Initially I thought so too. But, Millicent, I couldn't stop thinking about you. After a while, I decided that it was becoming more than that and if I ever got another chance with you, I'd take it."
Millicent sighed sadly. "I couldn't stop thinking about you either," she admitted. "But, I don't think your family would approve."
"To hell with my family," Charlie whispered angrily. "I don't think they'd have a problem with it. I've told my mother about you and she wants to meet you. So does my dad."
Millicent was about to retort, but stopped when she saw Ron and Harry walk towards them. "Charlie, what are you doing talking to her? She's not worth your time," Ron said.
"Hello to you too, Weasley," she said coldly. She turned back to Charlie. "I have to go. It was good to see you again, Charlie. I'm sorry." She walked around him and left the shop.
"Thanks, Ron," Charlie said angrily.
"What?" Ron asked. "Why would you waste your time on Bulldog Bulstrode?"
"Her name is Millicent." Charlie pushed past Ron, and stormed out of the shop.
"What's up with him?" Ron asked.
Harry just shook his head. It would be no use explaining it to Ron.
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Charlie walked quickly towards the apothecary, nearly running into his mother who was leaving George's shop. "Charlie, where on earth are you going in such a hurry?" Molly called after him.
Charlie turned around when he heard his mother's voice. He had an idea. "Can you come with me, Mum?" he asked.
"Where are we going?" Molly was curious to know what had her son so riled up.
"You'll see. I have to prove a point to someone."
He entered the apothecary with his mother and rang the bell at the counter.
"Can I help you?" Millicent came out from the back and froze when she saw Charlie.
"Millicent, I want you to meet my mother, Molly Weasley." He turned to his mother. "Mum, this is Millicent, the girl I told you about."
"It's nice to meet you, Mrs. Weasley." Millicent gave her a small smile.
"Likewise, Millicent, but please call me Molly. Charlie has told me a lot about you."
She didn't know how to reply to that. She was surprised at how accepting Molly was. "Alright, Molly."
"I don't know if you have plans for Christmas, but you are welcome to join us for dinner."
Molly gave her a smile and turned back to her son. "I'll see you later, then?" She asked.
Charlie nodded. "I'll probably miss dinner."
"Alright then. It was a pleasure to meet you, Millicent."
"You too, Molly."
After his mother left, Charlie went to the door and turned the sign so that it read CLOSED. "Not everyone in my family is as pigheaded as Ron, you know. Please Millie." His voice grew softer. "Please give me--no, give us a chance. We were good together; you have to admit there was chemistry."
"Yes, there was," she replied. "I didn't stop thinking about you either, but I figured that nothing more would come of it – I was just a fling, and too young for you. I didn't think you would ever want to settle down with one woman."
"Until now, I hadn't thought of it."
She nodded. "Come upstairs. I'll make us some tea and we can talk."
He followed her into the back of the shop and up the stairs to her flat. He took a seat on the couch while she went into the kitchen to make tea.
She came out several minutes later with a tray and some teacups. She poured for both of them.
"I looked for you after the fighting stopped," he said. "But you were already gone."
"Your family needed you, Charlie. I could hear your mother sobbing across the hall. It wasn't the time or the place. I was also scared to meet your family."
"I still don't see why." He took her hand. "Forget Ron. My mother will lambaste him and Harry, too, if they try to sabotage this. Please, Millie, don't turn me away again."
She started trembling when he took her hand. She had wanted this for so long, and she didn't think she could push him away again. Slowly, she nodded at him. "Alright," she said softly. He was the only one who called her Millie.
He leaned in and put his arms around her and kissed her softly. "I've missed you," he murmured.
She put her arms around his neck and kissed him in response. She pulled back for a moment to look at him. "It's been too long. I figured you'd move on to a more mature woman, someone closer to your own age, and far better looking."
"You are a beautiful woman, Millicent. You were a beautiful young woman when I met you." He kissed her again, and was pleased to feel her mouth open to deepen the kiss.
Millicent ran her hands over his back as they kissed. This was exactly what she wanted; exactly what she had imagined. She moved her hands through his hair, enjoying the feel of the thick waves between her fingers.
Charlie moaned. He liked it when women ran their fingers through his hair. She obviously remembered that fact. Slowly he ran his hands over her sides, and then up to cup her face in his hands. "I need you, Millie." It came out as a whisper.
She kissed him again and pulled him down onto her as she lay down on the couch. "Then take me," she replied.
He needed no further invitation. He leaned over her and slowly unbuttoned her blouse, revealing a black lacy bra. He kissed her lips and began to work his way down to her throat and her chest. He nuzzled one breast through the lacy material and ran a finger around her other nipple, teasing them into peaks.
Millicent moaned softly as Charlie fondled her breasts arching into him slightly. She pulled on his hair slightly as she felt the heat start to pool between her legs.
He reached between her breasts and unhooked her bra, pushing it open slowly so that the lace scraped across her over sensitive nipples, making her moan again. He began to suck on one nipple, flicking his tongue over it before moving to the other one. He slid his hand down her stomach to the waistband of her skirt, tracing circles on her skin as he left a trail of kisses down her stomach.
He stopped and smiled, taking in the sight of her. She was more attractive to him now than she had been that summer. He pulled her skirt off and began to remove his clothes slowly and deliberately. In his fantasy, she removed them, but he was rather eager to please her, and his clothes were feeling incredibly uncomfortable at that moment in time.
Once he was naked, he picked her up off the couch. "I imagine the bed would be bigger and more comfortable?"
Millicent pointed down the hall as she rested her head on his chest. She couldn't really believe that this gorgeous man was in her flat making love to her.
Charlie gently put her down on the bed and lay down next to her. He kissed her deeply and ran his hand down to her damp black silk knickers.
He kissed his way down her body, nibbling at her as he reached her abdomen. He could smell her arousal as he kissed her through the silky material, eliciting another moan from her. Slowly he removed the last bit of her clothing and started kissing her inner thighs, grazing over the dark curls, but not quite touching.
He sat up to look at her naked form. The full breasts, with large, dark nipples, her very soft, white skin, the flare of her hips. He loved her hips, they were firm and full. She was a real woman, solid, yet soft at the same time. She had the type of body he could squeeze, and touch, without worrying that he was hurting her.
He could feel her trembling and knew that she was holding back. He ran a finger lightly over her, teasing her folds as she bucked against him.
"For the love of Merlin, stop teasing and do something, dammit," he could hear her muttering.
That was all the prompting he needed. He began to tease her clit, lightly sucking on the tiny nub, while he slid one finger and then two inside her.
She bucked her hips against him as her breathing grew heavier. Colours swirled behind her eyes as her body shook with her release.
"That…was nice," she whispered as he kissed his way back up her body, ending with a passionate kiss on her lips. She smiled at him and ran her hand down his chest to his cock. She lightly stroked him, her hand lingering in the more sensitive spots.
He fell back onto the bed with a groan as she stroked him harder. He bucked into her hand as she leaned over him and began covering his face and neck in warm, wet kisses. He thought he would go out of his mind as she sucked on the skin at the juncture of his neck and his shoulder, right along his jugular. That was one of the most erotic spots on his body, and she knew it.
She worked her way down his body, tracing patterns on his torso and teasing his nipples. She nipped at his collar bone, and kissed his chest, down to his stomach, tracing one of his tattoos with her tongue, down to his well-muscled abs, and to the red hair at the base of his cock.
She looked up at him with a slight smirk and began to tease him with her tongue, as if she were eating ice cream. She ran her tongue over the head before moving to the underside. She enjoyed listening to the sounds he made as she pleasured him.
His hands tugged at her hair as she took him in her mouth, tracing letters on the underside of his erection. It took almost every ounce of self-control he had to not climax. He wanted to be inside her. "Ugh…Millie," he groaned, "please…"
She stopped for a moment and looked up at him. "Please what, Charlie?" Her voice sounded incredibly seductive at that moment.
"I need you…now," he growled. "Ride me. I want to watch you on top of me."
She smirked and slowly crawled up his body, positioning herself before she slowly sank down, nearly climaxing as he entered her.
She held her breasts as she moved on top of him, slowly at first, but moving faster as he grabbed her hips. She threw her head back as one of his hands began rubbing against her, increasing the friction between them. It was sweet and hot and felt almost too good. She moaned as she felt the heat pooling in her core, moving over her body. Her legs felt heavy and twitchy. It had been way too long since she had experienced this.
He was incredibly turned on watching her move above him, her breasts bouncing, her face reflecting the ecstasy she was in. Merlin, she was beautiful in that moment. He moved faster, slamming himself into her, his moans mixing with hers. Faster and harder, they moved almost in sync, and as he felt her contract around him, he exploded inside of her. "Millie," he whispered harshly. "My Millie."
She rested her head on his shoulder as her orgasm subsided. That was even better than the last time they had slept together; far more intimate as well.
She slid off him and snuggled up against him. "I think I need a nap," she murmured, a smile on her face. "You wore me out."
He laughed softly. "No round two?" he teased.
"Maybe later," she said softly, giving him a smile.
He nodded and pulled her closer to him as he dozed off as well.
~*~*~*~
It was dark when he woke up. He looked around but found the bed empty. He thought she had run off, but thought better of it when he heard dishes clinking and could smell something wonderful cooking.
He grabbed his boxers and put them on, before transfiguring his undershirt into a dressing gown. He went into the kitchen to find Millicent cooking. She smiled when she saw him. "I thought you might want something to eat," she said. "I worked up quite an appetite."
Conversation was light as they ate. They stayed away from terms of endearment. This reunion was a little too new, and a little too raw to really know what they were feeling aside from the fact that he wanted to be with her.
As they washed the dishes together, he spoke. "Are you going to come home with me for Christmas?" he asked.
"I don't know," she said honestly. "Your mother is lovely, and, while I know she seems alright with the thought of us, I don't really want to make waves. Your brother will just glare and make snide comments, and Merlin knows what Granger--I mean Hermione might say. I don't want to cause problems."
"Ron will keep his mouth shut. I'm sure by now, Ginny has told Mum what happened in the book shop, and I imagine she's giving him a lot of grief over it. Please, Millicent. It would mean a lot to me if you did."
She didn't say anything for a moment. "Alright." She smiled at Charlie. "However, I'll only do it if you come home with me afterwards."