DRABBLE: Charms (Hermione/Charlie)

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Title: Delicious
Pairing: Charlie/Hermione
Prompt: ink blots
Rating: PG-13 or T? For lots of heavy snogging!
Word Count: 210
Summary: Hermione and Charlie get a moment alone…
Author's Notes: So it has been a while, I had to take time off because classes were really getting tough and taking up all my time, but it’s break now!

…we left off with Hermione and Charlie just having gotten together, somewhat fifth year… I think that’s all you need to know for now. And also, not book compliant.

I hope I’ve established enough little hints in each one to keep track of time passage…. In case it’s not so clear, Hermione is in her seventh year at Hogwarts now. And, as mentioned earlier, this is not book-compliant. I think this is my favorite… or one of. I had lots of fun writing it lol *wink*. Hope you have fun reading it! Had to really resist from going into higher rated stuff… REALLY resist. Haha. Maybe that’ll be another story someday.

I know it’s really short, but I haven’t had a chance to write much!! I promise I will get out the next one ASAP. After that though, I’ve got the rest finished already :). I’m just stuck on #7.

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Hermione’s back collided with the door, though she brushed it off with a mumbled “Ow” and continued kissing Charlie, one hand in his hair, the other unbuttoning his shirt frantically. His delicious lips caressed hers and his arms gripped her waist, tugging her close to his body.

They spun around, now with Charlie against the wall, and Hermione angled her head back to allow him easy access to her neck. He suckled softly on the skin, sending shivers down her spine, and – like a lustful tango – she roughly twisted their positions once more… her hand knocking over a small, glass bottle in the process.

Hermione broke the kiss abruptly. “My Charms notes! Oh no…” Breathless, she reshuffled her papers – all covered in ink blots.

“How am I supposed to study for N.E.W.T.’s if – Charlie! Not… mmhm...” He’d crept behind her, tugging her to him and caressing her neck again.

“Charlie…” she gave in and turned around in his arms, resuming their secret escape and Charlie’s enticing assault on all her senses.

Hermione slid one hand up and down his arm, feeling the muscles with an animalistic satisfaction, and – after sigh of bliss from Charlie – she pushed away from the wall and shoved him onto the bed, lips never breaking contact.