Hermione
I looked out my office window thinking about how the last 6 weeks at the reserve flew by. I was now eighteen weeks pregnant, and everyone noticed. Since I had a small frame to begin with, my bump has become noticeable, even with my jumpers on. At first everyone congratulated Charlie and I for the pregnancy, keeping a little distance for me to get adjusted. Now everyone was constantly checking in on me.
Some of the older women began to bring me meals throughout the day. Some of them like Carrie, another woman from Britain, has been here for almost 20 years. Her husband, Christopher, works here as well, they’ve been married for 25 years. Apparently, they both decided that everyday life was too boring and needed some excitement. Carrie reminded me a bit of Molly, always needing to feed everyone, except she was taller and blond.
I expected to be a little of an outsider for a while. Instead, everyone was comfortable with me, and some even began helping me with learning the language. Though I was rather horrid at it. They were all patient with me and understanding. They were mostly ecstatic that there would be little ones on the reserve, no one else had children.
It was starting to feel more and more like home. The mountain tops were my favorite part, seeing the green fields that were sprinkled with trees, it almost looked like a fairytale. Though, since I turned eleven, this all seemed like a fairytale. Magic, Dragons, and Villains. It might become a tale that people tell fifty years from now, but it is still reality.
I turned back to my desk and the small stack of papers. They weren’t too bad, nothing like what I dealt with back in the Ministry, but it was more than enough to keep me busy.
I work in an office with three other people, Josh my boss, Heather and Mary who also helped with the paperwork for the Romanian Ministry. Though they handled the papers that were sent to me to review and then sent out to the Ministry. It was peaceful, and calm, nothing like when I worked at the British Ministry.
Charlie and I had developed a system in the last few weeks, we would get ready together, and he would walk with me to the office. He couldn’t be in the field as often, mostly because he needed to be near me for a couple hours. We found that I could go about two and a half hours without him, and then would need to be near him for at least an hour before he could go off again. The more time we spent together the longer we could go without. So, in the morning I could be without him for about 4 hours, before I started to feel too weak.
Today was no different, I spent the better part of my morning organizing papers in my office. It wasn’t big, but it was enough not to feel cramped, there was also a window which helped me get sunlight. I didn’t get that back in Britain. A knock on my door brought me out of my paperwork.
It was Heather. She was a taller brunette woman; she was from the United States. She said she came to escape the city life that was Los Angeles.
“Hey Mi, want to catch lunch with me?” She asked. I didn’t care for the nickname, but it could have been worse.
“Yeah, let me tag these papers and I’ll be right there.”
“So how are you feeling today? Any more nausea?” She her eyebrows lifted.
“No, thank Merlin. Not for the last couple of days.” I told her.
“Awesome, I’ve heard that some women have morning sickness during their whole pregnancy.” She shuddered at the thought, and so did I.
“Well fingers crossed that the worst of it is over.” I told her.
We made our was to the cafeteria. Once we had our food we sat at a table outside, there was an umbrella to block the sun from our faces. I was perfect. I did think there was a better way to spend the afternoon. We chatted away for the better part of an hour before heading back.
On our way back we saw Charlie and he followed us back. He stayed in my office for a little while telling me about the dragon that he was helping to take care of. She was a gentle creature, which made me want to see her, but I didn’t ask, not wanting to worry anyone. He stayed for an hour before heading back out into the field.
Once alone in the office I allowed myself to be emersed in my work, I didn’t even notice that someone was standing in my doorway. I saw the shadow first and thought it was Charlie. Instead, I found my boss.
“Hi Josh. What can I do for you?” I asked.
“I just came by to see how everything was going for the report for the Ministry.” He asked, his Romanian accent wasn’t too thick, but it was there. He grew up in this area. His family moved from Britain to here when he was three years old. So, his accent was a mixture of both languages. He was wearing a white t-shirt and black jeans. Everyone here was so casual.
“It’s almost complete. I need to do one more check to make sure everything is in perfect condition.” I told him, pointing to the folder on my desk.
“How many times have you gone over it?” He moved to sit in the chair in front of my desk.
“Two times.” He reached over and grabbed it off my desk. I went to protest but he cut me off.
“Ah, ah, I am more than sure it is perfect if you’ve gone over it twice. Besides you should probably head home. It’s about five right now.” He pointed to the clock.
“I didn’t realize how late it was.” I was too emersed in my work, it had been about five hours since I last eaten, and I was quickly realizing how hungry I was. “Thank you. Charlie would not be too happy if I skipped another meal.”
“Which is why your kind boss is here to help you remember.” He laughed and stood up from the chair. “Charlie should be back to your cabin in about 30 minutes.”
“Thank you.” I reached next to my chair to grab my bag. If there was one thing, I was happy for was the relaxed dress code here. I could come to work in a t shirt and jeans, not having to worry about my robes holding me down. I only needed them if there was an official visit from any Ministry.
I said goodbye to everyone as I left the office, most of them offered to walk me back to the cabin, but I turned them down. I enjoyed walking alone. Smelling the scent of the forests that surrounded us and the grass. It felt like I could smell spring. The walk to the cabin wasn’t long, at most ten minutes.
The cabins were spread apart from each other, no real road just dirt paths connecting them. Ours was on the outer edge, still a way from the wards and forest. The front was just grass and some plants, seasonal flowers. A porch swing in the front, which I’m guessing is a new attachment since no one else has one. The back had a small fire pit, it was a metal box that held the wood, and it had a cover for when not in use. There was a small garden, which included the roses that I received from Molly as well as some other ones and an apple tree.
I finally made it to the cabin, it didn’t look like Charlie was back yet. I took my trainers off and hung my bag up. Charlie had argued with me last week about bringing work home. He insisted that I didn’t need to do anything here and I said that was ridiculous.
“Why do you need to bring it back home?” He asked.
My patience was wearing thin. “Because it has to be done by a deadline, and I am not going to fall behind.”
“That doesn’t even make sense, why would it not be finished in the six hours you’re at the office?”
“Because I need to make sure that the files are done right. Which means that I have to look them over several times.” I told him. Trying hard not to roll my eyes.
“Doesn’t Josh go over them again before they go to the Ministry?” His face looked like he was done with this conversation, but so was I.
“Yes.” My tone was clipped.
“Then you should rely on him to tell you if it needs to be looked over several times. That is part of his job as the person who runs the Reserve.”
“But-.” He cut me off.
“Try leaving it at work for two weeks and if it doesn’t work then I won’t say anything again.” He reasoned. I rolled my eyes and agreed.
I hate to admit it, but he is right. Even without bringing it home, I still got everything done before the deadlines. I wouldn’t dream of telling him that until after the two weeks. I still had my pride.
I went to the kitchen and grabbed some water before heading up to the room to change out of these clothes. I hated to stay in the same clothes all day.
Once in the bedroom I got undressed and put on a pair of shorts and one of Charlies shirts. When he wasn’t home it was the most comfortable because it had his scent. I laid down in the bed. I was supposed to grab something from the kitchen to eat but I didn’t feel like going down again. Instead, I was feeling something else.
I had read that during the second trimester of pregnancy you begin to feel hornier, but I thought it was just something that would rarely happen to people. I, however, found myself like this every couple of days.
I sighed and went to the floor to look for my box that I put under my side of the bed. It was the one that Charlie had seen on the day I was supposed to move out of my flat. I looked through it and found my vibrator. I did a quick time check, Charlie wasn’t supposed to be back for another 15 minutes, which was more than enough time for a quick orgasm.
I went to remove my shorts and knickers, leaving on Charlie’s shirt. The vibrator that I chose was the thick one. This one reached in just enough. Luckily for me I was already wet from just Charlie’s shirt, his scent has driven me crazy during the last week.
I laid down on the bed again and opened my legs. I reached down to touch my clit and used my fingers to widen myself before putting the dildo in. I was already half there, my sunt was already pulsing with the little attention I gave it.
I put some lube on the dildo and slowly moved it in. I hadn’t used it since moving in with Charlie, I had only been using my hands. Today the need was too much. Each time I moved it in further I felt myself opening up, by the time it was fully inside, I could almost imagine that it was Charlie. I started to move it faster, moving it to continuously hit my g-spot.
I started to lose myself, I was calling out his name. His shirt was covering my mouth and nose so I could smell him while I was fucking myself with a dildo. I was so close to orgasm when I heard the door open.
He looked like he was worried, until he saw the position, I was in. Then his face was straight, his pupils growing bigger. I pulled out the dildo and tried and failed to cover myself.
“I, um, heard you calling my name. I thought something happened.” His lips turned into a smirk.
“I… I can explain.” I couldn’t find the words. There were none, it looked exactly like he thought it looked like.
He began to walk towards me, my eyes were going up and down his body. He was wearing a tight white t-shirt and some faded blue jeans. His jeans looked tight around the waist. By the time he made it to the bed my mouth was dry and my ability to talk was nearly gone.
“You see, because it looks like you were making yourself come, with a dildo, screaming my name.” He looked down at the shirt that I was pulling down to cover myself. He raised an eyebrow. “While wearing one of my shirts.”
I flushed even more. There was no denying it. “You might be correct.”
I looked away, trying to disappear into nothing. I felt his fingers under my chin, he moved my face to look at him. His eyes were almost entirely black, only a sliver of blue shown through. He was turned on by me.
“Hermione.” He said my name so sweetly, I leaned forward and kissed him. He returned the kiss and it deepened, his tongue against mine, practically swallowing me. I climbed into his lab straddling him, I could feel his cock through his pants, it made me want him more.
He broke away from our kiss. “Are you sure you want this?”
I nodded. He shook his head. “I need a verbal answer.”
“Yes, I want you. I want this. Please.” The please came out almost like a whisper. His lips crushed me once again. His hands were underneath my shirt, I wasn’t wearing a bra. I could feel his smile on my lips when he realized this.
He pulled the shirt over my head and his mouth went for my breast, biting on one nipple and twisting the other one in his hand. I moaned his name, under me, I felt his cock twitching. I clenched my insides against him. I grinded against him.
He flipped us over on the bed, I was fully underneath him. He gave me a quick kiss and then sat up to take his shirt off, then he went to take off his jeans and my mouth went dry again. His cock was bigger than I thought it would be. I felt it against me in the mornings when we woke up, but I didn’t think it could be that big.
He smirked watching my response. He moved to suck on my neck, his cock brushed against my cunt, the combination had me moaning his name. He moved slowly down my body kissing as he went. Until he reached my hips, then he began to kiss my legs and around my cunt, but not there directly. It was torture.
“How much do you want me to kiss you down here?” He asked from between my legs.
“Very, very much.” My voice came out as no more than a whisper.
When his mouth made contact with my clit I moaned his name. His tongue moved in circles around the center. Then slowly up and down from my entrance to my clit. His tongue kept moving and he was sucking on my clit, then I felt his fingers enter. I was already loose from earlier, but this was a new sensation. His fingers curled and continuously kept hitting the spot that made me see stars.
I was so close to orgasm, calling out his name and he pulled away. I whined in disagreement. He chuckled and moved back up my body, once again claiming my neck. His cock touching my entrance once again.
“If I give you this, will you moan loudly for me?” He asked, nudging me with his cock and moving it away.
“Yes, please give it to me.” I begged.
He moved his had to align his cock again and slowly pushed in. It felt so hot and thick, I was moaning the entire time he moved into me. I felt full once he was in all the way, I had never experienced it like this before. It felt like too much and not enough all at once. I could die and be happy in this moment.
He moved me so that my hips we at an angle and began to thrust. Gaining speed, every time he moved, he hit my g-spot. I closed my eyes and began to moan his name. I felt his hand grip my face.
“Keep them open love, look at me.” He told me, I did so. His expression was full of lust. It drove my excitement further, to see him so undone by me. His hand moved between us and rubbed my clit. The sensation began to drive my orgasm it was closer, I felt my insides coil up.
“Charlie!” I cried; my voice was already hoarse. There were tears coming out, it was too much.
“Go ahead, cum for me.” His hands and hips picked up the pace.
I felt the orgasm come hard and fast. He followed soon after, the warmth of his cum filling me up. His lips found mine, crushing them, tongues fighting for dominance. Both of us were covered in sweat, coming down from our orgasms. My legs were still twitching, insides still twitching against his cock.
He pulled out and our mixed fluid followed. He collapsed next to me pulling me into his chest.
I looked up at him, he was just as flushed as I was. A smile crossed my face. I pulled myself up to kiss him.
“I’ve been wanting to do that for years.” I whispered.
Shock crossed his face, for a moment I think that I might have just messed this up. I moved to get up, then he wouldn’t see the tears that were threatening to fall. He gripped my body and kept me next to him.
“I’ve wanted this for a while too.” He said. “Why didn’t you say anything?”
I cleared my throat. “Because I didn’t think you would ever see me as anything but Ron’s friend. And if things ended badly then it would be awkward. Why didn’t you say anything either?”
He kissed my forehead. “Because I feared the same thing. I didn’t think you would see my as anything but his older brother. Who is also seven years older than you.”
I sighed. This was a mess, if we had the same feelings about each other, then why was it so complicated to say this from the beginning. Of course, I knew it was the fear that kept us quiet. This was all complicated.
“We should shower and then have some dinner, because I’m guessing that you haven’t eaten since you left the office?”
I bit my lip. “You would be correct.”
He helped me out of the bed, and we moved to the shower. It was big enough for the both of us. He helped me to wash my hair, his fingers in my hair felt amazing almost like a massage. I got out of the shower first and got dressed, I opted for my shorts and another one of his shirts. I waited for him before leaving the bedroom. He saw what I was wearing but didn’t comment.
When we made it downstairs, we settled for leftovers from yesterday. Neither one of us brought up what had just happened. I wanted to say that it was not just something that happened, that I meant it as more. But the words did not come from my lips.
I was thoroughly exhausted and told him that it was time for bed. He agreed and went ahead of me to clean the sheets before we slept. We slept in our normal position, me curled into his chest.
“Goodnight love.” He told me and kissed my forehead and moved one hand to my belly. “Good night babies.”
“Goodnight, Charlie.” I murmured back, before sleep took me.