Torn by drcjsnider

Category: Harry Potter

Genre: Drama, Romance
Language: English
Characters: Charlie W., Hermione G.
Status: Completed
Published: 2008-08-10
Updated: 2008-08-10
Packaged: 2013-03-17 19:17:10
Rating: M
Chapters: 1
Words: 7,112
Publisher: www.fanfiction.net
Summary: Hermione turns to Charlie
when Ron can't give her what she wants.
Affair fic.

Torn
Title:Torn
Author: drcjsnider
Characters:
Ron/Hermione,
Charlie/Hermione
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 6805
Warnings: language, graphic sex
Summary: Hermione turns to Charlie
when Ron can't give her what she
wants.
Notes: Thanks to kazfeist for betaing
this. Story was written for lj communite
WeasleyFest
as
prompted
by
joeyjames.
Ron and Hermione married exactly one

year and three months after Voldemort's

defeat. Despite being counselled by
everyone from Hogwarts' professors to
older Weasley brothers to not rush into
anything, the two war heroes were
determined to start their life together.
Having just admitted their mutual
attraction and affection, neither had
desired all the attention from the opposite
sex they had received when news of their
role in the defeat of the Dark Lord had
become public knowledge. Therefore, as
soon as Hermione had finished taking her
N.E.W.T.s and the Battle of Hogwarts'
Victory and Memorial Celebrations had
concluded, they'd had their own small
ceremony at the Burrow. They had then
promptly moved into a small flat in
Muggle London right across the hall from

Harry's place.
Both had been deliriously happy.
Hermione had gotten a job at the Ministry
in the Department for the Regulation and
Control of Magical Creatures, while Ron
was finishing up his Auror training and
helping George on the weekends at
Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes. They
spent their evenings with Harry sharing
meals and their nights wrapped in each
other's arms.
Being responsible adults, Hermione and
Ron had discussed briefly matters of
family planning. They had decided,
however, to just allow things to happen
naturally. So much of their lives had been
spent worrying about the future and

making preparations for all possible

outcomes, that they needed this to be
completely different entirely without
expectation or stress or disappointment.
This attitude had made their sex life
amazing. They never worried about when
they should or shouldn't be making love.
They never discussed which positions
were best or worst for couples trying to
get pregnant. And when Bill complained
to his brothers about Fleur losing interest
in sex for months at a time after the birth
of Victoire, Ron just stood there listening
with a grin on his face. The longest he and
Hermione had ever gone without shagging
had been ten days and that "dry patch" had
only occurred because he had been on a
training mission out of the country during

those two weeks.

Although Ron and Hermione had been
more than happy to just let nature decide
when they would have children, after
being married for three years, other
members of the Weasley family began to
discourage the couple's blas attitude. Bill
and Fleur, for example, often remarked
about how much Victoire and Dominique
would like a cousin to play with. Percy
joked that he and Audrey were going to
beat Ron and Hermione to the nursery in
spite of having married after them. Molly,
meanwhile, worried vocally that her
youngest son and his wife were selfishly
focusing on their careers instead of their
family and would one day come to regret
it.

Ron took his family's comments in stride.

Proclaiming that while he'd be thrilled
when a baby arrived, until it did, he was
going to enjoy sleeping late, romantic
holidays, and weekends in which he and
his wife didn't even bother to get dressed.
Although Hermione tried to be as
unmoved by the Weasleys' comments as
her husband, she couldn't help but silently
seethe at the interference. She often ended
up taking a long walk around the Burrow's
pond just to calm down. On many of these
walks, she was joined by Charlie
Weasley.
If anyone got more grief for their life
choices and their personal decisions than
Ron and Hermione, it was Charlie.
Charlie, who lived so far away; Charlie,

who refused to get married or settle down;

Charlie, who had never even brought a
nice girl home to meet the family, was the
most common target of Molly's ire.
"I don't know how you've dealt with her
nagging for so many years!" Hermione
huffed, after one particularly aggravating
meal.
"It doesn't faze me much anymore,"
Charlie admitted. "Although I am
surprised that Harry and Ginny don't get
more of her attention than you and Ron."
"Your mum went after Ginny once a
couple of years ago. She started going on
about living in sin and how she expected
her little girl to settle down and start a

family. The entire time, Ginny just kept

eating calmly, while Harry was wincing
and turning red in the face. When Molly
finished with her lecture, however, Ginny
just stated that she wasn't ready to get
married and if the only options were
marriage or breaking up with Harry, she'd
break up with him."
"She wouldn't break up with Harry,"
Charlie murmured.
Hermione shrugged. "Of course not, but
that doesn't matter, because the threat
worked. Molly sputtered for several
minutes, trying to explain that she never
wanted Ginny to break up with Harry. She
then told them that they shouldn't rush into
anything if they weren't ready to get

married. It was lovely to watch. Since that

incident, however, Ginny's been granted
some sort of dispensation. She gets no
more grief about her personal life, which
means your mum has more time to focus
on Ron, me, and you. I know Ron tries to
shield me from much of it, but how to do
you stand it, Charlie?"
"Well, she is my mum, so I have some
natural immunity," he laughed.
"I'm sure your disposition helps, too.
Being laid back and easy-going must take
some of the edge off," Hermione
speculated.
Charlie grinned. He reached out and
tugged on one of her curls, watching as it

sprung back into place once it was

released. Not for the first time, Charlie
marvelled at just how well his sister-inlaw's hair embodied her entire personality
vibrant, full-of-life, and crackling with
energy. "I suppose you don't get referred
to as 'laid back' very often," he joked.
Hermione laughed. "No. I don't think that
phrase springs to many people's minds
when they describe me."
"I might have a strategy that will work for
you with Mum. At least it helps me when
she really lays it on thick."
"Is this some sort of secret dragon tamer
skill for calming wild beasts?"

He gave her a lopsided grin. "Naw, those

types of tricks never work on women."
"Why not?" Hermione asked, unable to
rein in her curiosity despite knowing that
he was most likely teasing her.
"Well, women are much more vicious than
your average dragon," he replied in mock
seriousness. "You approach a woman
when she is in the wrong mood and she'll
tear you apart no matter how gentle your
touch or how much raw meat you chuck at
her."
Hermione giggled and shook her head.
"Perhaps you are pursuing the wrong kind
of women."

"It is a horrible personal failing, but I've

always been attracted to the fiery ones,"
he told her with a wink.
Colour flooded her cheeks, but she
laughed. "How appropriate."
It was her blush as much as the slight
twitch in Charlie's groin that caused him
to recognize that he was flirting with his
younger brother's wife the feisty, sexy,
confident, and brilliant wife of his
younger brother. He took a step back. "My
strategy for dealing with Mum is more a
mental exercise. When she gets started, I
try to imagine what kind of response by
me would make her feel the worst."
"You mean like yelling at her?"

"Naw, couldn't yell at my mum. Instead, I

imagine telling her that I've just gotten my
heart broken or that I was dating a great
girl who recently got mauled by a dragon.
Stories that will make her feel like shite
for going off on me. When it gets really
bad, I envision breaking down and crying
at the dinner table because I'm worried
that I'll never find someone who really
loves me."
Hermione giggled. "Oh, she would feel
awful!"
Charlie nodded. "Mind you, I don't plan
on ever tearing up over Sunday brunch,
but just thinking about how I could
respond helps me tune her out a bit."

The brown-eyed girl looked thoughtful.

"I'll give it a try. Can't be any worse than
just sitting there getting angry."
He smiled at her look of determination. "I
should have realized that you were a
woman who enjoyed having a good plan."
"Silly, man," she replied, bumping her
shoulder into his as they returned to the
Burrow. "You've barely scratched the
surface of my hidden desires."
Charlie's advice worked miracles for
almost six months. Whenever Molly
would start talking about children,
Hermione would get a dreamy look on her
face, squeeze Ron's hand, and think about
how regretful her mother-in-law would be

if she burst into tears and bemoaned her

inability to get pregnant. Whenever she
used Charlie's technique, moreover,
Hermione made sure to give him a hug and
a kiss on the cheek the next time she saw
him. "You're my hero, Charlie Weasley,"
she'd whisper in his ear, making him smile
in amusement at her satisfaction.
Hermione liked sharing a confidence with
Charlie. It made her feel like she had an
ally, outside of Ron, in her struggle not to
let Molly drive her mad. She appreciated
his silent support even when during one of
his mum's lectures, he picked up his
napkin and dabbed pretend tears off his
face, causing Hermione to choke on her
potatoes.

Everything changed, however, once Ginny

got pregnant. After ascertaining that she
and Harry were finally going to get
married, Molly was inspired by the
pregnancy of her only daughter to begin a
new campaign to get Ron and Hermione to
also have a child. "Wouldn't it be
wonderful if both Ginny and Hermione
could have babies at the same time? The
children would end up at Hogwarts
together and be best of friends as well
was cousins!"
While Ron was able to laugh about his
mother's comment, claiming that he didn't
want his child being dragged into trouble
by Harry's kid, Hermione was unable to
imagine crying and Molly's reaction to it,
because this time she really did want to

cry. For the first time since she and Ron

decided to let children just happen
naturally, Hermione felt like a failure. It
had been almost four years and still she
hadn't gotten pregnant. What if something
was wrong?
Excusing herself, Hermione scurried into
the kitchen in an attempt to get a handle on
her emotions. Staring out at the dark yard
through the window over the sink, she
took several deep breaths in an attempt to
calm herself. When she heard someone
enter behind her, she shut her eyes tightly.
No one spoke, but Hermione felt a person
place a hand on her shoulder. Suspecting
it was Ron, she released her breath and
leaned back against his chest. When she
felt him jump slightly, she opened her eyes

and saw in the window's reflection that

Charlie was the one who'd come after her.
Pulling away from him, she turned and
gave him a wobbly smile. His eyes
searched her face. "You okay?"
Hermione bit her lip and shook her head
slowly, tears filling her eyes. When
Charlie opened his arms to her, she
walked into them and buried her head in
chest. He rubbed small circles on her
back. "I really do want a baby, Charlie."
"I know you do, luv."
"What do I do now? I don't think I can sit
through many more family dinners
pretending it doesn't bother me that I'm not

pregnant."
Charlie was silent for several minutes.
When he finally spoke, Hermione was
surprised by his suggestion. "Why don't
you and Ron come to Romania? The
dragons will be breeding in a few weeks."
"And you think watching a bunch of
dragon's humping might inspire Ron and
me?" she replied, attempting to laugh.
"Stranger things have happened," he told
her.
Hermione pulled back. Her eyes were red
and she was still sniffing, but her lip was
no longer trembling. "Thanks for the offer,
Charlie. I'll talk to Ron about it."

-0-0-0Hermione and Ron arrived at the Dragon

Reserve in early April. According to
Charlie, breeding season was one of the
most interesting and exciting parts of the
year. Male dragons were at their most
dynamic and aggressive, flying higher than
usual, performing aerial stunts, and
clashing with one another, as they tried to
attract a female. Because of the increased
activity, it was common during this period
for Dragon Keepers to work thirteen and
fourteen hour days. In fact, Charlie was so
busy that he had put Ron and Hermione to
work the moment they arrived in Romania,
doing necessary but fairly non-dangerous
tasks. Too exhausted to even kiss each
other goodnight, the two Ministry

employees had fallen into bed without

shagging.
Their second day at the Reserve had also
been busy. Charlie had taken Ron with
him to round up some rogue Ridgebacks
that were causing havoc in a nearby sheep
pasture, while Hermione had spent the day
shadowing the Reserve's director. Besides
trying to learn about the everyday tasks for
which he was responsible, she asked him
several
questions about funding,
protections for older dragons, and future
expansion plans.
She joined Charlie, several other Dragon
Keepers, and Ron in the commissary for
dinner. She listened avidly as they relayed
the day's adventures, even laughing

indulgently when a petite, but boisterous,

female Keeper begged Ron to describe
what it felt like to ride the old, blind,
Gringotts' dragon out of the Goblin bank.
When they made their way back to
Charlie's tent that night, Ron had again
succumbed almost immediately to sleep.
Hermione, however, felt much more
restless. She'd tossed and turned for
almost an hour before deciding to sneak
into the kitchen to read. As she neared her
destination, however, she heard voices.
Peering around the corner, she saw the
petite Keeper sitting on the kitchen counter
with Charlie standing between her legs,
his hands massaging her exposed limbs.
"I don't see why I can't stay the night," she

complained.
"Annie, I told you that it would make
breakfast too awkward," he murmured,
leaning in and pressing his lips against her
neck.
"I suppose," she commented, before
groaning softly. "Oh yeah, Charlie right
there."
Hermione pulled her head back around the
corner, after seeing her brother-in-law's
hands slip inside the girl's shirt. Blushing,
she turned to return to her room, but halted
when heard the woman mention Ron.
"I really like your brother. He's good fun."
Unable to hear Charlie's response,

Hermione looked around the corner of the

door once more. The girl's knickers were
now hanging from one ankle and Charlie
was undoing his belt.
Leaning back on her arms, the girl sighed
deeply. "His wife is an uptight swot,
though. I mean, seriously, what kind of
stick-in-the-mud would choose to hang out
with Burlington all day when she could be
working with the dragons?"
Hermione gasped in surprise, but luckily
any noise she made was drowned out by
Charlie's reply. "She's not uptight not
really. She's just interested in a diverse
number of issues, including how things run
behind the scenes, as well as on the
ground."

The girl laughed, before reaching forward

and pulling Charlie's cock from his
boxers. "I didn't realize you liked the
bookish types, Weasley."
Biting her lip as she watched the muscular
redhead slowly push himself into the girl,
Hermione shivered slightly at his
response. "I would have thought by now,
luv, that you'd know I enjoy all types of
women." Hermione's mouth went dry as
she watched him begin to fuck the woman
on his counter.
Quietly returned to her room, Hermione
stripped off her night clothes. She woke
Ron by straddling him and demanding a
shag. Blinking the sleep from his eyes,
Ron gave her a lopsided smile and eagerly

complied with her command.

-0-0-0Charlie wanted to kick himself for
perhaps the hundredth time for inviting
Ron and Hermione to the Reserve. He'd
figured out months ago that he was
attracted to his younger brother's wife.
Although he had no intention of ever
acting on his feelings, being near her for
an extended period of time was torture.
Moreover, it didn't help that he hadn't had
a good shag since the night that Annie had
appeared in his kitchen. If he hadn't been
so overwhelmed by the sight of Hermione
running around dressed for bed in a cami
and soft shorts, he probably would have
turned the petite Keeper away. Instead,

however, he'd used her to ease his tension.

It had been a selfish decision, but he'd
damn well needed it. Especially since his
little brother was apparently pants at
performing Imperturbable charms.
For the last three evenings, Charlie had
been unable to sleep due to listening to
Hermione's moans and whimpers as Ron
made love to her. Tonight, just like every
night before, Charlie found himself
wanking to the noises coming from the
other room as he imagined Hermione
crying out due to his touch, imagined his
cock buried deep inside of her.
He knew he should cast a silencing charm
and respect his guests' privacy, but each
night he made excuses for not doing it,

telling himself that it hurt no one. Charlie

knew, however, that the real reason he
listened was because he did not want to
stop. The sounds Hermione made while
shagging were one of the most erotic
things the Dragon Keeper had ever heard.
In spite of his conscience flaying him
every morning, the redhead continued to
listen to her cries of pleasure every night.
On the final day of Ron's and Hermione's
trip, Ron went off with a group of Keepers
to move a Romanian Longhorn from one
end of the Reserve to the other, while
Hermione joined Charlie in tending to the
wounds of an older Welsh Green. The
Green had been injured during a sparring
match with another dragon while
attempting to gain the favours of a female.

Despite the flying reptile's pain, Charlie

had declared it safe for Hermione to join
him in the dragon's enclosure while he
spread a medicinal salve on the beast's
wounds.
"Does this happen often?" Hermione
asked, as she watched him work.
"It occurs fairly regularly during this time
of year. It is usually hard, however, to get
close enough to even examine their
wounds let alone tend them. But, this old
guy has been quiet for several days and
will probably be left without a mate this
year," Charlie informed her.
"Why?"

"He had his mind set on the same female

that he was with last year, but he failed to
successfully attract her. She's breeding
with a younger Welsh."
"That's sad," Hermione noted. "She
shouldn't have just tossed him aside
because he's getting a bit older."
Charlie laughed at her. "It's natural, luv.
The females are programmed to seek out
mates that are the strongest and most
virile. The female from last year didn't lay
an egg, so she needed to find another
male."
"Perhaps, but I don't like it."
Before he could respond, the Green Welsh

stood, stretched out his wings, and roared

into the sky. Hermione was so startled that
she didn't move; instead she turned her
face upward to see what had drawn the
dragon's attention.
As the Green shifted and began to pace
agitatedly around his enclosure, Charlie
jerked Hermione out of the way before she
was crushed. He forced her into a small
crevice in the wall and then pushed in
beside her. Hermione was so startled by
his actions, that she did not immediately
notice how tightly her brother-in-law was
pressed up against her. "What's
happening?!" she cried.
"Look," he responded, lifting his eyes
upwards.

She followed his lead and saw another

dragon circling above them. "Is that the
female?"
Charlie nodded.
"But I thought..." Hermione's question was
interrupted as the other dragon dropped
down into the enclosure and issued her
own loud roar. Startled, Hermione
pressed herself even more tightly against
Charlie. Her eyes widened as she watched
the female confidently approach the
wounded male. As she tried to turn to get
a better view, Charlie placed his hands on
her hips to still her movements.
"Easy, luv," he said softly. "There's not
enough room."

Hermione blushed as she realized how

close to him she stood. Shifting slightly,
she couldn't prevent a jolt of pleasure
from shooting through her body as her
breasts moved against his chest. She
looked up into his face and bit her bottom
lip. She wanted to say something clever,
something that would remove some of the
tension between them, but her mind
refused to work.
"Hermione," Charlie groaned, tightening
his grip. "Stop looking at me like that."
"Like what?" she responded, her tongue
darting out to lick her lips.
She watched him swallow. He then bent
his head toward her, but stopped before he

reached her lips. His eyes were scanning

her face, silently asking for permission.
Trembling slightly, Hermione reached a
hand behind his neck and pulled his face
down toward hers. Their lips touched
lightly and then she was pressing herself
into him, pushing toward him until there
was not a single portion of her body not in
contact with his. She could feel his
erection; feel how much he wanted her.
Merlin, help her, but she wanted him too.
His
hardness,
confidence,
and
determination were so attractive, so
captivating that she could not break away.
She could not think of anything except how
good he felt.
His hands slipped down to grab her ass,

as he ground himself against her. He heard

her moan loudly, before she broke away to
catch her breath. Charlie dropped his head
down to her shoulder, lightly biting her
shoulder.
"You're delicious," he whispered to her.
His words seemed to wake her up. Ron
was always telling her how good she
tasted and how much he loved to run his
tongue over her body. Hermione put her
hands on Charlie's chest and pushed
herself away. "We have to stop."
He looked down into her face and nodded
slowly. "I'm sorry. I never intended"
"Me either," she smiled sadly, tears filling

her eyes. She couldn't discuss it with him.

She did not want to talk about it. She
looked back toward the enclosure where
both dragons still remained and watched
as the male appeared to nuzzle against the
female. "Can we Disapparate from here?"
He shrugged. "Let's find out." He grabbed
a hold of her arm and then turned quickly,
causing both him and Hermione to
disappear.
-0-0-0Charlie and Hermione were able to avoid
each other until Christmas Eve. Charlie
missed Ginny's and Harry's hastily
arranged wedding and the birth of baby
James by claiming that emergencies at the

Reserve made it impossible for him to get

away. When he did visit his parents,
Hermione made excuses for not attending
family events. Only Molly's desire to be
surrounded by her family during the winter
holidays brought the two together again.
The last to arrive at the Burrow on the
24th of December, Charlie's family
greeted him with a great roar of welcome.
Bill, Arthur, and Ginny all hopped up to
embrace him. He then crossed the room to
give his mother a kiss on the cheek. As he
glanced around the room he noticed Percy,
Audrey, George and a very pregnant
Angelina sitting squashed together
uncomfortably on the Davenport. Harry sat
next to Fleur on a loveseat and watched as
she tickled James' tiny feet.

His quick examination of the room had

initially missed Ron and Hermione, but
the sound of Ron's laughter eventually
drew his eyes toward them. Charlie saw
that on the floor next to the tree sat
Hermione. Behind her, with his arms
around her waist and his chin resting on
her shoulder was Ron. They both smiled
at him brightly when he glanced in their
direction.
Charlie caught Hermione's eye and was
surprised to see that she appeared
genuinely happy to see him. She looked
away only when Ron reached for a present
causing her to slap his hand. She then
laughed at her husband's disappointed
pout.

Dinner was a boisterous but enjoyable

experience. Hermione sat across the table
from Charlie and conversed with him so
pleasantly and without any awkwardness
that he seriously wondered if she had
removed from her memory their encounter.
Later that evening as Charlie stood alone
in the kitchen trying to rock James to
sleep, Hermione sought him out. She came
up from behind him, laid a hand on his
arm, and peered at the baby. "He's
beautiful, isn't he?"
"Yeah, much better than a hatchling."
Hermione giggled. "And here I thought
dragons were your first priority."

Charlie shook his head; his eyes did not

leave James' face. "Never."
"That's good to know," she replied in such
a serious voice that he turned to look at
her.
"Hermione?"
"I've volunteered to return to the Reserve
for two weeks at the beginning of March
to conduct the Ministry's biannual
inventory."
Charlie's stomach clenched at the same
time his heart began to thump wildly.
"Why?" he whispered, noticing that James
had drifted off.
"I've had some tests done by a Muggle

doctor," she informed him, her brow

furrowed. "There is no medical
explanation for why I can't get pregnant."
He was confused. If she was okay, why
wasn't she happier? What did she hope to
accomplish by telling him about the test
results? Charlie looked down as James
sighed and shifted in his arms. He was
amazed by just how much the child looked
like Ginny the same fair skin, the same
shocking red hair, and the same big brown
eyes. Yet, the boy had Harry's nose. He
was a wonderful mixture of the two. And
suddenly Charlie realized why Hermione
was so upset. "So is there a medical
problem with Ron?"
She shrugged. "I don't know. I don't want

to know. I haven't told Ron about the

tests."
Charlie wasn't sure how to respond. He
didn't know what he could say that would
ease her obvious concern.
"I'm going to have a baby," she told him.
"You're pregnant?" he gasped.
She shook her head. "Not yet. But I could
be with your help."
He couldn't turn away from her.
Hermione's eyes were flashing not only
with the desire, but also with a
determination that he'd never seen before.
"Fuck," he exclaiming, barely refraining

from shouting. She wanted him to give her

the baby Ron hadn't provided.
"Don't say no, tonight," she quietly begged
him. "Think about it for a few weeks. I'm
determined to have a baby and last spring
proved we already have a connection."
"Yes, we do," he growled, trying not to
wake up James. "I'm your husband's
brother."
"I know, but maybe that means something.
Genetically, any child between me and
one of Ron's brothers might as well be his.
Maybe we shouldn't have stopped
ourselves last April."
Charlie saw red. He had been so ashamed

of his earlier actions toward her that he

had cut himself off from his family. He
had been determined to do penance,
determined to kill his longing for her. And
now after months of chastising himself, of
feeling that he'd pushed her into a situation
she didn't desire, Hermione wanted him
only for what he could give her and Ron.
"You are willing to risk your marriage for
this?" he asked her in clipped tones.
She blanched and shook her head. "Ron
wants a b-baby, too," she stammered.
"Bullshit, Hermione," he stated harshly,
glad that James lay in his arms since it
kept him from throttling her. "When Ron
comes and asks me to fuck with his wife,
maybe then I'll consider it." Charlie then

brushed past her and headed up the stairs

to put the baby in his crib.
-0-0-0Hermione arrived at the Dragon Reserve
the first week of March. She immediately
began working in the main supply room
cataloguing all of its materials so that she
could report the findings to her
department. Charlie successfully avoided
contact with her for the first three days she
was there. On the fourth day, however,
Director Burlington ordered Charlie to
escort her to the Reserve's off-site
processing plant.
The processing plant was in charge of
harvesting all magical and useful parts

from dragons that had died naturally, in

accidents, or from more nefarious means.
Because of the value of dragon products,
the Ministry was concerned with
maintaining a strict accounting of the
plant's production. This had become
especially important within the last few
months because a group of Aurors had
recently raided a warehouse in London
that contained dozens of items of black
market dragon merchandise. In fact, the
only reason Hermione had been allowed
to go on what was typically a simple
inventory mission was so she could
investigate the plant's procedures and
make sure that all precautions against theft
were in place.
She had not really expected to discover

anything amiss and was surprised when

the books did not match up with the
inventory. Hundreds of pounds of dragon
hide, almost twenty vials of blood, and an
entire barrel of claws were missing. A
few diagnostic spells revealed that a
cleaning closet had been magically
expanded to serve as a hiding spot until
smugglers could remove the contraband
from the premises. A revelio spell
indicated that several items had yet to be
removed from the plant.
By the time Hermione finished the
investigation, she had devised a plan to
identify the thief. She intended to
Disillusion herself and stake-out the closet
until someone tried to remove the illegal
products. However, when she told Charlie

he could return the camp without her, he

refused to leave.
"I can't let you stay here by yourself."
"Yes, you can."
"I'm quite certain that abandoning one's
sister-in-law in the face of possible
danger breaks some sort of proper code of
behaviour."
"Breaking brotherly behaviour codes has
never bothered you before," Hermione
glibly replied. She didn't regret her
words, even though they caused Charlie to
turn and stalk several feet away. Yet, he
did not leave her by herself. Instead, he
followed her into the plant and sat

Disillusioned next to her as she waited for

a suspect to appear.
They sat in silence for several hours.
Close to 8 p.m., he pulled a thick piece of
jerky out of his bag, tore it, and handed
her half. Hermione chewed on it quietly,
grateful to have something to keep her
stomach occupied. The atmosphere
between her and Charlie was tense.
Hermione still wanted him, still believed
that he was the best hope of her ever
having a child. But she was determined
not to throw herself at him again. He'd hurt
her horribly and she didn't know if her
heart could take another rejection. So she
made no overtures or attempts to reopen
even a friendly relationship. Charlie also
seemed content to allow the awkwardness

between them to continue.

At nearly one in the morning, three men
entered the facility. Hermione's stomach
leapt in anticipation, while Charlie jerked
to attention next to her. He had apparently
recognized at least one of the suspects.
She reached over and grabbed his hand,
giving it a quick squeeze. She then quietly
drew her wand, watching as the men
entered the cleaning closet and began to
remove the contraband.
"Why do we have to do this so late at
night?" one of men complained.
"I told you," replied a shorter, thinner
man. "A Ministry representative was
poking her nose around here today. We

need to move this stuff in case she comes

back tomorrow and wants to inspect the
closets."
The largest of the three men snorted. "If
the Ministry hasn't figured out what's up
before now, I doubt some no-name
bureaucrat is going to uncover our
operation."
It was the man's last coherent thought of
the evening, as Charlie and Hermione
stunned and bound all three smugglers
before they even realized they'd been
caught.
It took until 5 a.m. before a group of
Aurors and the Reserve's director were
done questioning Charlie and Hermione

about the capture. As Hermione signed the

last affidavit, she turned to discover that
Charlie was waiting for her. "Let me
accompany you back to camp."
She walked next to him, but a mulish look
was plastered across her face. As they
neared the Disapparition point, Charlie
moved to take her arm. Hermione jerked
away from his touch and informed him that
she didn't need any help returning to her
quarters.
"Merlin, Hermione," he growled, pulling
her towards the woods so that their
conversation wouldn't be overheard.
"What's your fucking problem?"
She turned on him immediately, pushing

on his chest, backing him further into the

woods, until his back struck a tree. The
pain he had caused her quickly broke
through her faade of indifference.
"What's my problem? What's my problem?
It shouldn't be any big mystery that my
problem is you!"
Charlie recoiled slightly at the vehemence
in her voice. He knew he had reacted
badly to the situation that had developed
at Christmas. Nevertheless, he had forced
himself to stay away from her so that he
wouldn't do anything stupid, wouldn't do
anything that might further jeopardize his
relationship with his younger brother.
However, being near Hermione tonight
had reawakened all of his old feelings of
lust and longing. The rage in her eyes was

exciting. He wanted nothing more than to

drag her back to his tent and fuck her until
she forgot all about her husband.
She poked him in the chest. "What? You
have nothing to say now? No more selfrighteous pronouncements?"
When she moved to poke him again,
Charlie grabbed her hand and pulled her
roughly against his body. "And what about
you, luv?" he ground through clenched
teeth. "You still want to cuckold Ron?"
"Shut up!" she growled, trying to struggled
out of his grasp.
He snaked his arm around her waist and
held her to him tightly. "Settle down!" he

commanded. When his words made her

react even more violently, he crushed his
lips against hers in desperation. For
several seconds she continued to try and
free herself. Just before Charlie released
her, however, she melted into his
embrace. Her mouth relaxed against his
and her tongue pushed through his lips.
Charlie turned her around quickly, so that
her back was now against the tree. He
captured both of her wrists in one of his
large hands and held them up above her
head. "Tell me this is more than just
making a baby for you and Ron," he
demanded.
"It is," she gasped, her eyes dark with
desire, flashing with passion. "I want you,

Charlie. I've wanted you for months!"

That was all he needed to hear. His mouth
captured hers again and his free hand
ripped open her blouse. Once he had
pushed up her bra, Charlie dropped his
head to suckle at her breasts. Hermione
moaned at the feeling of his teeth upon her
nipples. She attempted briefly to free her
hands, but he only pressed them against
the tree trunk more tightly.
Charlie removed his mouth from
briefly to focus on pushing down
slacks. As his tongue re-entered
mouth, his fingers delved between
legs, stroking her folds, and rubbing
clit.

her
her
her
her
her

Hermione arched her hips against his

large hand, encouraging him to press
against her more forcefully and to tug at
her womanhood with more vigour. Soon
she was shaking and crying out into his
mouth, as all her nerve endings exploded.
Before she had regained full control,
Hermione heard Charlie undoing his belt.
She quickly kicked off away her slacks
and knickers before spreading her legs to
him. He released her mouth just as his
thick cock entered her body. They both
shook slightly at how good it felt at how
tight and warm she was around him.
Charlie then began to thrust into her,
pushing himself between her legs,
claiming her with his body. He growled

deep in this throat when she rubbed her

breasts against his chest. Hermione then
raised herself up onto her tiptoes to meet
his hips as he continued to plunge into her.
"Oh Merlin, you feel so good!" she
exclaimed, as he increased the speed of
their coupling.
For several moments, nothing else in the
world existed but the two of them. He was
infused with her surrounded by her
essence. Then with a roar, he was coming
inside her, thrusting, three four times,
before he released her wrists and rested
his head upon her shoulder.
She stroked his back, murmuring
nonsensical phrases until he recovered.

He waited for her to claim it had been a

mistake. He waited for her to pull away
with tears in her eyes, but she just
continued to hold him. It finally occurred
to him that she was giving him the
opportunity to back out. She was going to
allow him to put an end to any further
contact. Suddenly, Charlie knew that he
did not want out. He would take what she
was offering and would be satisfied with
whatever she bestowed upon him.
Charlie and Hermione spent every night
after that together. They teased each other,
laughed, and made love. The relationship
for Charlie was a glimpse into the world
in which his brothers lived besotted by a
woman, willing to do whatever he could
to make her happy a world he never

thought to experience for himself. He did

not allow himself to think about how it
was only temporary, how it wasn't real.
For Hermione, the experience was
bittersweet. When she was caught up in
the moment, nothing but Charlie existed.
His hands, his mouth, his body consumed
all of her senses. But as soon as he drifted
off to sleep, she was rackedwith
misgivings and thoughts about Ron. It was
then that the tears she swore to never shed
over her marriage would silently course
down her face.
Two months after she left the Reserve,
Charlie received an owl from his Mum
informing him that Hermione was pregnant
and that the entire family was delighted

with the news.

-0-0-0Charlie kicked the covers off the end of
his bed. Despite having opened the tent's
flap earlier to the rainy night, he was still
hot. He should get up, find his wand and
cast a cooling charm, but he couldn't be
arsed to do it. His heart clenched a bit as
he though about how she would have
called him lazy and nagged him until he
rose. Or, she might have teased him about
being a dragon tamer who could not stand
the heat. They were both perfectly logical
responses, but at the same time polar
opposites in their outcomes. It made her
unpredictable. It was the thrill of knowing
her, while at the same time being victim of

her capriciousness, that had kept Charlie

attracted for so long. But now that he
understood her appeal, he could break it.
At least he hoped he could.
It has been eleven months since Hermione
had given birth to Rose, a fair skinned,
redheaded girl, who had the loudest cry of
any of the Weasley grandchildren. Charlie
would never know whether or not the
beautiful baby was his. It tore his heart
when he thought about how the two girls
he loved more than anything else in the
world belonged to his brother.
Before he could drift off to sleep, Charlie
heard movement in his front room and the
sound of footsteps coming down the
corridor. He drew his wand, but quickly

set it down again when he saw her in his

doorway. Feelings of despair and joy,
disgust and want, consumed as he sat up to
see her more clearly. Although her face
was in the shadows, Charlie could tell that
her robe dripped with water and her wet
hair was plastered to her head and neck.
For a moment, he had an overwhelming
desire to hurt her, to turn her away, to
force her to experience just a modicum of
the pain and misery he'd gone through; he
wanted to force her to acknowledge what
he could do for her that his little brother
could not. But another part of himself, the
stronger part or the weaker part, he didn't
know any longer, wanted to bury himself
in her, to wrap her in his arms until she
cried out his name.

He swallowed slowly, his eyes tracing the

familiar curves of her body. "Why are you
here, Hermione?"
She stepped into a patch of moonlight and
moistened her lips. Her eyes gleamed with
a familiar fire that Charlie had never
figured out whether was meant for him or
Ron. She tossed her head, ran a hand
through her hair, pushing it off her face,
before finally admitting the reason for her
visit.
"Ron wants a son."
The End

The gift request: Charlie/Hermione,

Outdoor!sex, first time (together, not in

general), light bondage. Couple or

threesome in the process of getting
together. No fluff please! Oh, and I like a
bit of angst and sexual tension.