Where the Wild Things Are

Chapter 9

Hermione was panting as they parted and Charlie chuckled. "Bok jente, what is going on? You are usually timid," he grumbled and gazed down at the claw marks she left.

The witch licked at his neck and he moaned and tried to get out of the cloud of passion she was trying to keep them in. "Hermione," he murmured and she glanced at him with a smirk.

"I just needed to reaffirm that you were a good shag, Charlie," she teased and nipped at his neck.

His face contorted between delight and trying to focus on the warning signals his witch was sending. "Hermione, stop a moment. I cannot keep shagging you if you are telling me something different with your body."

She pulled away and growled, "please, just fuck me, Charlie. I don't want to think, I just want to shag." Her voice was a bit hollow and she straddled him.

Hermione was so skilled at making the man distracted, he was encompassed and she rocked on him, "Please?" She pleaded and he cleared his throat.

He sat up and nibbled at her neck before speaking, "Bok jente, we cannot shag forever," he moaned over her skin.

"Why not, then there is no talking," she whimpered and arched into him.

She dug her nails into his back and he growled at her, "Hermione if you keep marring my skin I am going to fuck you into the ground," he warned and she giggled through a stream of moans.

He flipped her to the bed and took her roughly. His body ached roughly when they had completed and he flopped down with a groan. "Bok jente, I am spent. My bones hurt," he told her and she nodded with a big sigh.

"Thank you for tolerating my surprise attacks," she murmured and curled up next to the Weasley.

"We need to talk about this," he announced and she moaned.

"I don't want to, Charles. I don't want to conclude that this is all we are." She confessed and he exhaled heavily.

"It isn't, I am absolutely crazy about you," he told her.

She gazed up at him and frowned, "we both can't have what we want."

He waved her off, "then what, bok jente? I throw away three years of pining for you because you told me things I would never forget? No, I am not simple like that. You confessed how much you wanted complexity in your life, how you needed more, well, here I am, Hermione Granger. You spoke of beauty in the heart of all things. How much my life dedicated to my dragons was endearing and how you wished someone felt that way about you. I have been sitting here three years wondering why I couldn't get you out of my head or at least find someone I could shag that would sate my need to see you."

Hermione sat up and covered her mouth, "Charlie..." She leaned over and gave him a tender kiss.

They parted and he pressed his forehead to hers, "Hermione, I don't know what is going to happen, but I just don't see me letting you go. I tried for three years and then you show up all twitchy and cute. Once you let me in... I was a goner."

She kissed him deeply and ran a hand over his cheek, "Charlie, you are the most exciting thing in my life," she whispered with a bright smile.

He ran a hand over her cheek and grinned wolfishly, "on top of being this pure-hearted witch, you are the best shag. You really think I want to hear about you shagging someone else?" He asked and she laughed, casting her face to the ceiling.

"You are pretty good yourself," she snickered and he growled and tugged her to the bed.

He pinned her and smiled down at her, "I am the best bloody shag of your life," he retorted and she beamed and nodded.