The dragon reserve was a remote and mystical place, hidden deep within a rugged, untouched part of Romania. Charlie, the dragon expert of the family, had been working there for years, and this summer, he had extended an invitation to his friends as a graduation gift of sorts. Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Ginny Weasley, and Harry Potter had all finally finished their seventh and final year at Hogwarts and had decided they deserved a holiday after everything they had dealt with the last 8 years, and they were eager to reunite with Charlie and experience the wonders of the reserve.
As they arrived at the reserve by international portkey, the breathtaking sight of dragons soaring through the sky greeted them. The dragons were magnificent creatures, their scales gleaming in the sunlight as they danced through the air. Charlie was waiting for them at the entrance, a broad grin on his face as he welcomed his friends.
Hermione couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement mixed with nervousness as she greeted Charlie with a warm hug. She had missed him terribly since their last meeting during Christmas, and their weekly letters had become a lifeline, a way to share their thoughts and feelings across the distance. Their connection had grown stronger, and Hermione knew that there was something more than friendship between them, though they hadn't officially put a label on it.
Charlie, too, felt a rush of emotions as he held Hermione close. He had been longing to see her again, and their letters had only deepened his feelings for her. He had known for some time that he wanted something more than friendship, but he had been waiting for the right moment to discuss it with her.
Charlie led the group deeper into the dragon reserve, introducing them to the dedicated team of dragon keepers and healers who worked tirelessly to care for these magnificent creatures. Each member of the team had their unique skills and expertise, from handling dragon eggs to healing injured dragons.
"Everyone, this is my little brother and sister, Ron and Ginny and my dear friends Harry Potter and Hermione Granger" Charlie said, gesturing with a grin towards the four teenagers.
The dragon keepers and healers greeted them warmly, some with nods and smiles, while others extended their hands for friendly handshakes. They all seemed genuinely excited to meet the famous trio who had played such a crucial role in the war.
Among the dragon keepers and healers, there were a few standout characters who quickly caught the attention of the group.
One of them was a woman named Isabella, a skilled dragon keeper with a deep passion for her work. She had striking auburn hair that cascaded down her back like a fiery waterfall, and her emerald-green eyes sparkled with intelligence and determination. Isabella's confidence and expertise in handling dragons were immediately apparent, and Charlie introduced her with great admiration.
"Everyone, this is Isabella," Charlie said, his voice filled with pride. "She's one of our most talented dragon keepers and healers. Isabella, these are my little brother and sister, Ron and Ginny, and my dear friends Harry Potter and Hermione Granger."
Isabella greeted them with a warm and welcoming smile, her eyes lingering on Charlie for a moment longer than necessary, a fact that did not go unnoticed by Hermione. As Charlie began to explain some of the finer details of dragon care, Hermione couldn't help but notice the subtle glances Isabella cast in his direction. There was an unmistakable fondness in her eyes when she looked at him.
During their tour of the reserve, Hermione couldn't shake the feeling of unease that gnawed at her. She found herself stealing glances at Isabella whenever Charlie was engrossed in conversation with another member of the team. It was as if Isabella's admiration for Charlie was more than just professional respect.
As they continued their tour, Charlie explained the intricacies of dragon care, from the importance of maintaining a safe distance from the more aggressive breeds to the delicate art of dragon healing. The group was fascinated by the dedication and knowledge of the dragon keepers, and they asked questions eagerly.
The highlight was when Charlie introduced them to some of the resident dragons. They met a playful Chinese Fireball, a wise and ancient Swedish Short-Snout, and even a mischievous Ukrainian Ironbelly that delighted in blowing smoke rings into the sky. They approached a massive Hungarian Horntail, which was resting in a peaceful enclosure. The dragon's eyes followed their movements, but it didn't seem agitated.
"This is Goliath," Charlie said with pride. "He's one of the gentlest Horntails you'll ever meet. We've formed a bond over the years."
Hermione, Ron, Ginny, and Harry were in awe as they observed the magnificent creature up close. Goliath's scales shimmered with shades of deep red and bronze, and the sheer power emanating from him was both intimidating and captivating.
As they explored the reserve, the group's initial nervousness gave way to a sense of wonder and adventure. They watched as dragon keepers fed the dragons, tended to their wounds, and carefully collected dragon eggs for study and preservation. It also became clear to Hermione that Charlie was a dedicated leader, loved and respected by his team.
Amidst the breathtaking beauty of the dragon reserve and the camaraderie of their friends, Hermione's thoughts continued to swirl with uncertainty and jealousy. She couldn't deny the unease that had settled within her as she observed Isabella's interactions with Charlie.
In the quiet moments, as they admired the dragons and the sun dipped below the horizon, Hermione's internal thoughts grew louder. She knew that she and Charlie hadn't officially defined their relationship. Sure, they had grown closer over the past months, exchanging letters that were a mix of vulnerability, excitement, and the mundane aspects of everyday life. These letters had become a lifeline, a way to bridge the physical distance between them.
In the early days, their correspondence had been filled with excitement about the magical creatures Charlie encountered in Romania, with Hermione eagerly asking for every detail of his adventures. She had shared her own experiences, from her continued work on her healing apprenticeship, to the moments of laughter and camaraderie she shared with her friends.
But as their bond deepened, so did the content of their letters. Hermione couldn't help but admit to herself that some of their exchanges had taken on a more intimate and passionate tone. These were letters she read alone, in the quiet of her room, at night when the world was still and her thoughts (and hands) could roam freely.
In those moments, the words they shared were filled with longing and desire, a silent acknowledgment of the attraction that had grown between them. They wrote about their dreams and fantasies, their hopes and fears, allowing their emotions to flow freely on the parchment. It was a side of themselves they hadn't shared with anyone else, so she thought, a secret connection that bound them even when they were apart.
As Hermione gazed at Charlie, who was now completely absorbed in discussing dragon breeding patterns with Isabella, she couldn't help but think about the Charlie she’d grown to know through those letters. He had never mentioned her in any of his letters.
As Hermione watched Isabella's fond glances toward Charlie, doubts gnawed at her. Why had she assumed that there was something exclusive between her and Charlie when they hadn't explicitly declared their feelings for each other? He was a handsome and charismatic man who could sleep or date anyone he wanted. Hermione's feelings of jealousy made her feel guilty and insecure.
She glanced at Charlie, who was now engrossed in a conversation with Isabella and another dark haired keeper about dragon habitats. His eyes sparkled with enthusiasm as he gestured toward the dragons below, completely absorbed in his passion. Hermione couldn't help but admire his dedication and charm, which seemed to draw people to him effortlessly.
Ginny, who had been observing Hermione's internal struggle, leaned closer and whispered, "You okay, Mione?"
Hermione sighed softly and nodded, "It’s nothing, I'm just being silly.”
Ginny, who had grown to be Hermione's confidante and best friend, looked at her with a knowing expression. She knew there was more to Hermione's unease than she was letting on. "You can tell me what's bothering you. I can see something's not right."
Hermione hesitated for a moment, her eyes darting between Charlie and Isabella. Then, in a low and almost embarrassed tone, she leaned closer to Ginny. "It's just... I can't help but feel a bit insecure when I see Isabella looking at Charlie like that."
Ginny raised an eyebrow as she smirked, her eyes filled with understanding. "You mean the way she's been making eyes at him all day?" She chuckled softly and leaned in closer to Hermione, adopting a teasing tone. "From what I can see, Charlie doesn't seem all that interested in her anyway. He's been more focused on showing us around and talking about these magnificent creatures than anything else."
Hermione's eyebrows lifted in curiosity. "You really think so?"
Ginny nodded, her eyes twinkling mischievously. "Absolutely. Besides, Charlie is a smart guy. He knows what he has in you."
Hermione couldn't help but laugh at the red heads words. The tension that had been building inside her began to melt away. "You're right, I've been overthinking things."
Ginny gave her a playful nudge. "That's the spirit! Now, let's enjoy the rest of this amazing tour and maybe, just maybe, you'll have the perfect moment to talk to Charlie about where you two stand."
After a day filled with awe-inspiring encounters with dragons of all shapes and sizes, the group settled down around a campfire for the night. The sky was ablaze with stars, and the crackling of the fire provided a comforting backdrop to their conversation.
Hermione and Charlie stole glances at each other throughout the evening, their hearts racing with unspoken desires. Finally, as the others became engrossed in a spirited discussion about Quidditch with some of the other keepers, Hermione slipped away from the group, and Charlie discreetly followed her.
They found themselves in a secluded area near the lake, away from the prying eyes and ears of their friends. Hermione turned to face Charlie, her cheeks flushed with a mixture of nervousness and anticipation. Charlie reached out to cup her face gently, his thumb caressing her cheek, "It’s so good to see you.”
In the quiet seclusion of their chosen spot, Hermione and Charlie found themselves away from the watchful eyes and prying ears of their friends. The soft glow of the campfire cast a warm, flickering light that danced upon Hermione's features. Her chestnut hair, cascading in loose waves around her shoulders, framed a face flushed with a mixture of nervousness and anticipation. She wore a simple yet elegant ensemble, a comfortable pair of fitted jeans and a deep blue blouse that complemented her eyes.
Charlie, a rugged and handsome figure in the dim moonlight, reached out to cradle her face gently in his calloused hands. His tall, broad-shouldered frame towered over her, creating a noticeable height difference that seemed to emphasize their connection. His attire, a well-worn pair of jeans and a fitted, dark-colored shirt, reflected his practical and adventurous nature.
Hermione's gaze, brown eyes filled with a shimmering vulnerability, locked onto Charlie's emerald orbs. She inhaled deeply, her heart pounding beneath the fabric of her blouse. "I've missed you so much," she confessed, her words barely a whisper.
Charlie, gaze unwavering, leaned in closer, his lips hovering just inches from hers. His warm breath brushed against her skin, "I've missed you too," he murmured, his voice a tender caress, before closing the distance between them.
Their kiss was filled with longing and desire, a culmination of the emotions that had been building between them for so long. It was a kiss that spoke of unspoken words and silent promises, a kiss that left no room for doubt.
When they finally pulled away, their foreheads pressed together, Hermione felt a sense of relief wash over her. The doubts and insecurities that had plagued her earlier in the day had faded into the background. In that moment, all that mattered was the two of them.
Charlie caressed her cheek with his thumb again, his eyes filled with tenderness for the witch in front of him. The moon cast a silvery sheen on the tranquil waters of the lake as their lips met once more.
As the kiss deepened, Charlie's strong arms encircled Hermione's waist, pulling her closer until she was seated comfortably on his lap, near the water's edge. Her chestnut tresses framed her flushed face, cascading like a waterfall of silk as she leaned into him. The height difference between them was more pronounced in this intimate position, emphasizing the physicality of their connection.
With Hermione now seated on his lap, Charlie held her close, his strong arms wrapped protectively around her. They sat in a wordless embrace, feeling the ebb and flow of their emotions mingling with the gentle lapping of the lake against the shore.
Charlie broke the silence, his voice a soft caress against her ear as he spoke, "I'm so happy to have you here with me, Hermione." His breath, warm against her skin. He rested his chin on her shoulder, gazing out at the moonlit waters as he continued, "How long will the four of you be staying?"
Hermione's fingers lightly traced circles on Charlie's chest as she replied, "We haven't set a specific date yet, but we plan to stay for a while. We wanted to spend some quality time together and explore the reserve. It's been quite an adventure so far."
Charlie nodded, his fingers tracing absentminded patterns on her arm as he considered her words. “I'm looking forward to sharing this place with you," he said, his tone filled with quiet contentment. "I've been looking forward to this for so long, Hermione."
Reluctantly, Charlie and Hermione eventually made their way back to the crackling campfire where their friends were still engaged in animated conversations and laughter. The night had been magical, but reality beckoned in the form of an early morning. Charlie cleared his throat to get their attention.
"Listen, everyone," Charlie began, his voice carrying a hint of regret. "I hate to break up the fun, but it's going to be an early day for me tomorrow. I need to head back to the cabin and check on the dragons. You all are welcome to stay here and enjoy the fire, but I'll need to get some rest."
Harry, Ron, Ginny, and Hermione exchanged knowing glances. They were well aware of Charlie's responsibilities and his dedication to the dragons. They nodded in understanding.
Hermione couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment. She had been looking forward to spending more time with him, but she knew how important his work was. Suppressing her sigh, she focused on Charlie as he provided them with directions to the cabin.
"It's not far from here," Charlie explained, pointing towards a winding path that led deeper into the reserve. "You'll find three rooms inside. Harry and Ron, you can take one room, and Ginny and Hermione, the other. I've already got everything prepared. Just make yourselves at home."
As they bid Charlie goodnight, Hermione couldn't help but feel a mixture of emotions. She had enjoyed every moment of their time together tonight, and now, the prospect of being separated from him, even if just for the night, filled her with a sense of longing.
Harry and Ron nodded in acknowledgment, their attention already turning back to the animated discussion they were having with some of the dragon keepers. Ginny and Hermione shared a quick glance, knowing they would be sharing a room.
As they made their way to the cabin, the night air was filled with the sounds of the dragon reserve, the distant rumblings and calls of the dragons creating an eerie yet comforting environment. Inside the cabin, Charlie showed them the rooms and ensured they were settled comfortably.
After settling into their room with Ginny, Hermione changed into her nightclothes and climbed into bed, her thoughts drifting to the room next door where Charlie would be sleeping. She stared at the wooden door, her heart yearning for the man on the other side.
Hermione sat on the edge of the bed, her thoughts drifting back to the passionate kiss she had shared with Charlie by the lake. She knew she should get some rest, but her eyes kept flicking towards the door behind which Charlie was sleeping.
Ginny, who had changed into her pajamas and was now sitting on her own bed, noticed Hermione's restlessness. She gave her friend a knowing look and teased, "Thinking about a certain dragon keeper, are you?"
Hermione blushed, unable to hide her longing. "Is it that obvious?"
Ginny chuckled softly. "Well, let's just say, Charlie doesn't seem to be the only one who's missed someone." She winked playfully at Hermione.
Hermione sighed and lay down on her bed, her gaze still drifting toward the door. "I just wish..." She trailed off, her voice filled with unspoken desire.
Ginny, understanding the depth of Hermione's feelings, patted her on the shoulder. "I know, Mione. But we'll have plenty of time here, and who knows what tomorrow will bring?"
With a sigh, Hermione turned onto her side, her thoughts filled with the memory of their kisses by the lake, the feel of his strong arms around her, and the warmth of his lips against hers. The night was quiet, and the only sound that reached her ears was the gentle rustle of leaves in the breeze.
Closing her eyes, Hermione tried to push aside her desires and focus on getting some rest. But as sleep slowly claimed her, Charlie's image lingered in her mind, and she couldn't help but hope that their shared moments under the moonlight were just the beginning of something deeper and more profound.
***
Over the next few days, Hermione, Ron, Ginny, and Harry delved deeper into the wonders of the dragon reserve. Under Charlie's expert guidance, they learned about the various dragon species, their behaviors, and the delicate balance required to care for these magnificent creatures.
Each morning, they would rise early and embark on exploratory journeys through the reserve, observing dragons in their natural habitats, watching hatchlings take their first flight, and assisting dragon keepers with feeding and maintenance tasks. They were in awe of the dedication and knowledge of the reserve's staff, who worked tirelessly to ensure the well-being of the dragons.
The days were filled with moments of excitement and wonder as they encountered dragons of all shapes and sizes. They marveled at the graceful movements of Peruvian Vipertooths, the majestic presence of Norwegian Ridgebacks, and the fiery breath of the Hungarian Horntail. Charlie's passion for these creatures was infectious, and his friends couldn't help but share in his enthusiasm.
The dragon keepers and healers generously shared their knowledge and experiences, answering the group's endless questions and allowing them to assist with tasks like feeding and egg collection. It was a hands-on education like no other, and the four friends soaked it all in with enthusiasm.
As they explored the reserve, they encountered magical creatures beyond dragons, such as Hippogriffs and Thestrals.
Nights were spent around the campfire, sharing stories and laughter.
Throughout their time at the reserve, Hermione couldn't help but notice the way Charlie continued to focus on his responsibilities as their host and guide, rather than pursuing any romantic interests. Her feelings for him only grew stronger, but she was uncertain about whether to broach the topic of their relationship.
One evening, as the group gathered around the campfire, the dragon keepers shared stories and experiences from their work. Among them was Ivan, a tall and charming Russian dragon keeper who exuded an air of confidence and charisma. His perfectly tousled chestnut hair framed a strong jawline, and his striking blue eyes seemed to sparkle. Ivan had been friendly with everyone, but his attention seemed to linger a bit too long on Hermione, his gaze a magnetic pull.
As the conversations flowed and laughter filled the air, Ivan leaned in closer to Hermione, his tall frame casting a shadow over her. His voice, a rich baritone, took on a low and suggestive tone as he said, "You know, Hermione, I've always found intelligent witches to be quite fascinating."
Hermione, ever polite, offered a friendly smile and replied, "Thank you, Ivan. I find your work with the dragons here to be equally fascinating."
Charlie, who had been engaged in a conversation with Ron about the breeding habits of the Norwegian Ridgeback, noticed Ivan's advances toward Hermione. His protective instincts kicked in, and he couldn't ignore the uneasy feeling that crept over him.
With a subtle shift in his tone, Charlie turned his attention away from Ron and fixed his gaze firmly on Ivan. His rugged and handsome features took on a serious edge. "Ivan," he said in a low, assertive voice, "I think it's important to clarify something here."
Ivan raised an eyebrow, his interest piqued. His tall and broad-shouldered stature seemed to loom over the scene. "Clarify what, Charlie?"
Charlie took Hermione's delicate hand in his larger, calloused one and pulled her gently towards him. The height difference between them was evident, with Charlie's tall, broad-shouldered frame creating a protective shelter for Hermione. "Hermione and I," he continued, his voice firm and unwavering, "are together."
The atmosphere around the campfire seemed to shift as the others fell silent, watching the interaction between the two dragon keepers and Hermione and Charlie. Charlie's declaration left no room for misinterpretation, and it was clear that he was staking his claim.
Ivan, though momentarily surprised, offered a gracious nod. "Ah, I see. My apologies, Charlie. I meant no offense."
Hermione couldn't help but feel a sense of reassurance as Charlie's protective gesture. She squeezed his hand gently and offered him a grateful smile. It was a small moment, but it solidified the unspoken understanding between her and Charlie, a connection that had grown stronger amidst the dragons and the wild beauty of the reserve.
After Charlie's protective declaration, he couldn't help but grin as he gently pulled Hermione away from the campfire, their fingers entwined. Hermione's laughter rang through the night air, a sweet sound that tugged at Charlie's heartstrings.
As they walked away from the group, hidden in the shadows of the reserve, Charlie couldn't contain his own chuckles. "Sorry about that," he admitted, his voice a low rumble. "I didn't mean to go all 'alpha male' on you back there, but it's true. You're mine."
Hermione's laughter continued, and she leaned in closer to him, their shoulders brushing as they strolled. "I don't mind at all," she replied, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "It's rather endearing, actually. But… I do wish you’d asked me to be yours before telling everyone else."
Charlie chuckled softly, his eyes locking onto Hermione's with a mixture of playfulness and affection. The moonlight bathed them in its gentle glow, casting long shadows as they walked further away from the campfire. "You're absolutely right," he admitted, his voice laced with warmth. "I got carried away there, didn't I?"
Hermione's lips curled into a fond smile as she squeezed his hand again. "Just a little," she teased. "But it's sweet, really. I appreciate you standing up for us like that."
His emerald eyes glinted with a mixture of desire and determination as they continued their secluded walk through the reserve. The distant sounds of laughter and chatter from the campfire were gradually replaced by the soothing rustle of leaves in the gentle breeze.
Unable to resist the magnetic pull between them, Charlie stopped and gently pressed Hermione against a sturdy oak tree. His tall, broad-shouldered frame leaned in, and he lowered his lips to her ear.
His hand, calloused and warm, moved up to cup her cheek, his thumb tracing the line of her jaw. With a slow and deliberate motion, he reached up and gently tugged at the pins that held her chestnut curls in a messy bun. Her hair cascaded down like a silken waterfall, framing her face in a tantalizing curtain.
Charlie's voice, husky with a mixture of longing and yearning, broke the silence that enveloped them. "Will you be mine?" he asked, the words carrying a weight of vulnerability and hope.
Hermione's heart raced as she looked up into Charlie's eyes, her own filled with a mixture of longing and anticipation. Her voice, barely above a whisper, held a hint of playful hesitation. "Well, I suppose I should consider my options." She teased, her fingers tracing a gentle path along his jawline. "What's in it for me if I say yes?"
His lips curled into a sly smile, his emerald eyes never leaving Hermione's. The moonlight bathed them in its soft glow, casting shadows that danced upon their faces as they stood in their secluded haven within the reserve.
"Well," Charlie began, his voice a husky murmur that sent a shiver down Hermione's spine, "if you say yes, you get the privilege of being the witch who holds my heart." His fingers continued to trace her jawline, igniting a trail of sensations wherever they touched.
Hermione's laughter, a melodious sound that seemed to harmonize with the rustling leaves, filled the night air. "And what does that entail, exactly?"
"Oh, I can think of a few enticing incentives," Charlie replied, his voice a low, seductive murmur. He leaned in closer, his breath warm against her ear as he continued, "First, you'll have the privilege of being the one who gets to make my heart race every time I see you." His lips brushed against the shell of her ear.
Hermione's laughter filled the night air as she leaned into his touch, her fingers lightly tracing patterns on his chest. "That does sound tempting," she admitted, her voice filled with affection.
Charlie's grin widened, his lips trailing a path from her ear to the curve of her neck, planting gentle kisses along the way. "And," he whispered against her skin, "you'll have a lifetime supply of kisses like these."
With each whispered word, his lips brushed against her skin, sending a delicious shock through her body. Hermione's heart fluttered in her chest, and she closed her eyes, savoring the sensation of his touch and the promises he made.
Charlie lifted his head, his thumb brushing her cheek gently, and his eyes locked onto hers with an intensity that made her breath catch. "The catch," he murmured, his voice a warm caress against her lips, "is that you'll have my heart, completely and unconditionally. And I'll have yours in return."
Hermione's heart soared as she gazed into Charlie's emerald eyes, her fingers tangling in his dark locks. With a soft, affectionate smile, she whispered, "In that case, Charlie Weasley, I'm already yours."
Their lips met once more in a passionate, lingering kiss, sealing their unspoken commitment beneath the moonlit canopy of the dragon reserve. In that secluded moment, amidst the ancient trees and the secrets of the night, they embraced the magic of their love, knowing that their connection would continue to grow stronger with each passing day.
Eventually their kisses deepened, each one filled with a hunger that mirrored the longing they had held back for so long. Charlie's hands began to explore the contours of Hermione's body, igniting a fire of desire that blazed between them. Their hands moved with a delicate urgency, undressing each other.
Charlie's fingers traced every curve and contour of Hermione's body, leaving trails of warmth in their wake. His lips followed suit, planting soft kisses along her collarbone and trailing down to the swell of her breasts until he drew a nipple into his mouth.
Hermione's breath quickened as she explored the expanse of Charlie's muscular chest and strong shoulders. She let out a sharp gasp as he lifted her, her legs wrapping easily around his hips. There was little foreplay needed as he entered her, his cock had been throbbing for half of their conversation and now buried inside her for the first time in months, it felt like coming home.
She knew she would have scratches on her back tomorrow from the way the tree dug into her skin but she was far too immersed in the way Charlie was fucking her to care. His thrusts were far from loving right now, both powerful and primal, all the desperate longing he had held for Hermione over the last few months culminating right now.
They came together, Charlie groaning as he filled her. “Fuck, princess.” He whispered into her ear, holding her tightly to him and pressing her further into the tree.
Hermione's cheeks were flushed in the afterglow of her orgasm, and Charlie couldn't help but smile tenderly at her as he carefully lowered her to the ground. His lips sought hers in a deep, passionate kiss, pouring all of his longing for her into it, a silent promise that they would share many more moments like this.
After their lips finally parted, Charlie's hands gently helped Hermione dress, his fingers tracing every curve with a lingering touch, as if committing her form to memory.
Once they were dressed, Charlie held her hand tightly in his as they made their way back to the cabin.
***
The remaining days of summer passed by in a blur. The shifting room arrangements seemed to happen seamlessly, as if it were meant to be.
The soft morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room where the two lovers lay entwined in each other's arms. Hermione was draped in a sheet, the delicate fabric accentuating the curves of her body, while Charlie wore only a pair of jeans slung low on his hips.
Their lips met in a slow, languid kiss, a tender exchange of affection that spoke of the deep connection they shared. Charlie's rough fingers traced delicate patterns on Hermione's bare skin, sending a quiver of desire through her.
Hermione's fingers found their way into Charlie's tousled hair, holding him close as if trying to meld their bodies and souls into one.
She had spent the last 7 months since christmas wanting to be in his bed, in his arms again and now that she was, the reality was even more intoxicating than her wildest fantasies. All that mattered was the warmth of their bodies pressed together, the taste of each other's lips, and the way his fingers spread her open to find her clit.
Charlie's hands roamed her body with a gentle urgency, exploring every curve and contour as if he were discovering her anew. Hermione's soft sighs and whispered moans filled the room as he slipped a thick finger inside her, and then two.
Their kisses became more urgent, their tongues dancing together in a sensual tango of desire. Hermione's fingers moved from Charlie's hair to trace the contours of his strong back, her nails lightly grazing his skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.
Charlie's movements grew more deliberate as he continued to explore her with his fingers, his thumb expertly working her clit. Hermione's gasps and moans filled the room, her pleasure building wildly. With a husky whisper, He murmured against her lips, "Come for me, princess.”
Hermione's response was a breathless, "Charlie..." as she surrendered to the waves of pleasure that washed over her. His touch, both tender and urgent, sent Hermione spiraling as he continued to explore her with skilled fingers. Charlie's words, husky and filled with desire, were the final push she needed. The dam broke, and a wave of pleasure surged through her body. She arched against him, her body quivering as she reached the pinnacle of her pleasure as she cried out his name.
He held her close, his lips finding hers in a searing kiss as she rode out the waves of pleasure. He slowly fucked her with his fingers as she came, relishing in the way her cunt clenched around him. He couldn’t wait to be buried inside her but right now was about her. Their bodies pressed together, feeling her like this was a moment of pure, unadulterated intimacy, and he adored the way she clung to him.
As the tremors of pleasure gradually subsided, Hermione's breathing slowed, and she nestled against Charlie.
Charlie's voice, husky with desire, murmured words of love and devotion against Hermione's lips. "I’m falling in love with you," he confessed between kisses, withdrawing his fingers to cradle her face in his hands.
Hermione, still catching her breath from the intense pleasure she'd experienced, gazed deeply into Charlie's eyes, she wasn’t sure how to tell him yet that she was sure she was in love with him. She had had a lot of time to dream about him since Christmas and she was so sure of him. But maybe she'd keep that a secret for just a bit longer.
His thumb caressed over Hermione's cheek with tender strokes. He looked into her eyes, and his gaze intense, "I'm serious, you mean everything to me, Hermione," he whispered, his voice carrying the weight of his feelings. "I've never felt this way before."
He could see the emotions dancing in Hermione's eyes, her hesitation was palpable, but he sensed that she had something important hiding behind those brown eyes and that she’d tell him when it was the right time. With a soft, reassuring smile, he whispered against her lips, "You don't have to say anything now, love. We have all the time in the world."
Their lips met once more, a soft and lingering kiss that sealed their shared emotions. In that moment, words were no longer necessary. Their actions spoke louder than any declaration of love ever would.