Where the Wild Things Are

Chapter 5

The darkness had crept through the windows as the firelight grew and flickered. The witch was lounging on the couch with one of his notebooks and sipping a strong liquor he had. Charlie was in the armchair reading some of his more tattered notes and sipping his glass. She drained her glass and poured herself another one, making Charlie raise an eyebrow without looking at her.

"Well on your way to getting sloshed, bok jente," he warned her and she giggled and waved him off.

"I can hold my drink now, Charles," she retorted and he chuckled.

She flicked her wand at her clothes and ended up in a loose t-shirt and plaid pajama pants, "that will do for now. Bugger, propriety," she growled and settled back down on the couch.

He tilted his head and a smirk was playing on his lips, "if you are getting comfortable, should I?" He inquired and she waved him off.

"It is your house, I am a guest," she told him and he shrugged at her.

"Alright," he said simply and peeled his shirt off.

She did not look up from her book but noted the smug posture he took as he was reading. Hermione would not let him distract her. She took a large swig from her glass and set it down as she felt the heat building. The witch turned on her stomach away from him on the couch and bobbed one of her feet as they were crossed at her ankles above her thighs.

The Dragon Keeper glared at her and was slightly frustrated with her. She was a siren and it was irritating him today. They worked well together, but she would give him moments of inspiration only to pull them away. He cleared his throat and she gazed over at him as he finished his glass. "Charlie?" She asked and he glowered at her.

"Come here," he growled and she blushed at the feral sound in his voice.

She sat up and gulped as she stood, taking a few paces toward him. He raised an eyebrow at her, "are you going to continue to flirt with me or are you going to finish what you start, bok jente?" He snapped and she blushed.

"Charlie," she pursed her lips and he shook his head. "We talked about this..."

"You are coquettish and it is driving me bloody mental." He said and she chewed on her lips. "We need to end this now, come here."

"Charlie, I wasn't trying, it wasn't what we agreed on," she murmured and he chuckled and shook his head as he erected himself from the chair.

"Well, I changed my mind. I am going to kiss you and if you still feel the same way you can tell me to stop," he told her and her eyes grew.

One of his arms embraced her lower back and she responded to his touch, he leaned down and met her lips. It was electric and she lost her breath as his other hand ran through her hair as she let him lead her into a deeper snogging. Her arms coiled around his neck and he moaned as she pulled him closer.

He pulled away from her lips and started to nuzzle her neck, "Hermione, you best tell me to stop if you don't want me to shag you until you are sated," he murmured and she gasped ran her nails over his back.

"Charlie, we shouldn't," she whimpered but lacked any conviction.

"I really don't fucking care," he snarled and she pulled herself into his arms.

He supported her as she kissed him again and sighed as he clawed at her through her clothes. She pulled away with a gasp and he smirked at her, "bedroom?" He muttered and she nodded.

Charlie placed her on the ground and took her hand, leading her up the stairs to his bedroom. When he opened the door and brought her inside he started peeling her shirt off. He groaned appreciatively as he saw she was lacking anything underneath. Hermione grew bold when she realized how badly she wanted to shag him; she unbuttoned his jeans as he nuzzled her neck.