The Weasleys and the Wild Haired Witch
Hermione Granger, soon to be Weasley, was in the kitchen helping Molly, Padma, Paverti, Romilda, Susan and Fleur, make food for their first party of many parties planed for the span of the next few months. It was June 12th and the Hogwarts train would be returning soon with their friends. It would be so good to see them again and have her two best girlfriends back. Not that she didn’t get along with the other women, she even surprised herself how well she got on with Fleur now, she just missed the easiness of her friendships with Ginny and Tonks. Justin and Luna offered to pick up Neville, Harry, and Ginny while Remus and Tonks would meet them here. Terry’s father would drive Lavender to the house later, she of course needed to be there to help out her best friend Parvati.
She saw the excitement of Molly as she ran to the front door, which could only mean their friends and loved ones arrived. In the excitement, everyone ran to the door leaving her alone. As she removed her apron and was going to join them she felt an arm around her waist and pulls her into the corner of the kitchen where there was a tiny pantry. She felt an erection graze her stomach and saw the twinkling eyes before being pulled into a passionate kiss.
“Hi Honey,” she said, to her fiancée when he pulled back for air, “When did you get home?”
“ Just now Baby. I waited all day to do this,” he replied in a voice thick with lust. He followed the kiss by kissing and nibbling her neck while one hand pulled up her simple tee shirt flicking her nipples and caressing her breasts. She moaned under his loving touch running her fingers through his hair, momentarily losing all thought as he demonstrated his passion for her. Only when she saw the flash of purple colored hair, in a nearby window, did she remember herself.
“Honey, our family and friends will be walking in any moment now,” in a breathless voice.
“I don’t care,” he replied replacing his fingers with his tongue.
“Honey, there will not be a wedding if the groom is killed by the irate mother,” she replied half heartedly.
He groaned into her chest, she was right of course. He kissed each nipple and pulled the shirt back over her.
She gave him another kiss and said, “ Later Love, I promise." Before taking his hand taking him in the foyer where their friends were standing greeting each other.
She smiled and ran to her friends and greeted them with a great big hug, and a kiss, taking them to the kitchen to catch up over butter beer.
***
Bill was going to the burrow to see his family a place he still considered home. He saw his little girl playing in the garden while he landed his broom in the backyard. He saw the women in the kitchen going about their work. He admired their bravery being around his mother at times like this. According to Ron, Hermione and Harry, she was a crazy woman while preparing for his wedding three years ago. Three years, it was hard to believe he was married to Fleur for that long, much less be a father.
He deeply loved his child and his wife, but somehow along the line his feelings of friendship for Hermione deepened.
She had taken a job at Gringotts after going back to finish the year that she spent helping Harry with destroying Voldemort. He was surprised but pleased to see a familiar face at the bank. They had known each other during the war but they didn’t really get a chance to really know each other well. He never intended for it to happen, but eventually the long nights together working on projects, and their lunches together he fell hard for her. He wasn’t sure if it was love or lust that he was feeling for her, he just knew that he wanted her.
She was looking pretty today, her hair up in a ponytail, wearing a pink tee shirt with a black denim skirt and black sandals. Her engagement ring was on the kitchen windowsill, probably there to avoid getting it dirty while working with the dough. The irrational feeling of jealousy, that he has almost becomes used to now, erupted in is stomach. He wanted to hurl that ring down the drain, erase all symbols of her engagement to his brother from view.
He saw his mother get excited and run to the other end of the hall were he sees his friends and family gather from their journey. Tonks was looking as pretty as ever in a sleeveless top and black jeans, little Teddy in her arms. Remus looked as he always did, hair and mustache combed neatly, in a humble pair of brown dress pants, short sleeve dress shirt and tie. He looked over to the form of his sister, now all grown up and looking very beautiful. She was tan and lean and wearing a simple green sundress, her red hair streaked from the sun loose about her shoulders. Neville had his arm around her casually, he had a simple pair of jeans and tee shirt on. Harry didn't change one bit either. He was still average height, dark hair, glasses and lightning scar on his forehead and jade colored eyes. He too was dressed casually, jeans and a tee shirt happy to be back in the place he called a second home.
The great wall of women converged to greet them. His father arrived just behind them, returning from his last few days of work. He suddenly realized that Hermione was not there. He surveyed the room curious where she had ended up when he heard her moan. He followed the sound to the kitchen pantry where he smelled the unmistakable scent of arousal. Charlie’s back was to him, he had Hermione against a wall in the kitchen, in an angle where he could see her clearly. Charlie had his hands all over her kissing her, worshiping her in ways that he wished that he could do himself. She was so beautiful when she was aroused. Her cheeks were pink, her full lips parted, deep lustful sounds coming from them. He had to bite back a groan when his brother pulled her top up exposing her full firm breasts. He didn’t know if he was disappointed or thankful that Hermione told him that they should go to greet their guests under penalty of harm from an irate mother. His brother reluctantly agreed and followed her. Bill put his head against the windowpane, willing his body to relax, to make his breath more normal before going to say hello to everyone.
***
Later that night
Ginny, Harry, Neville, Remus and Tonks had settled in their rooms for the night. With Fred, George, Bill,Percy,Ron and Charlie having their own flats and homes, the Weasleys had plenty of room to accommodate. Everyone else went home to rest up for the following day’s events.
Bill was putting away the last of the dishes when he heard a sound behind him. He turned to see Hermione.
“Sorry Bill. I didn’t mean to startle you. I just came back for my ring." She went to where it was and slipped the pear shaped diamond ring back on her finger.
Fuck it she smelled so good. He was in, what was it Hermione called it? Oh yes Hell, he was in hell. All he wanted to do was throw her against the wall and finish what Charlie started earlier in the day.
“See you tomorrow,” she said obviously oblivious to his agony and returned home to her flat with Charlie.
***
He returned home two hours later, his wife and daughter were already asleep. He kissed his daughter’s forehead and pulled the sheets around her before going to his own room. He was going to his own room when he smelled something odd, Hermione’s perfume. Confused and curious he followed the scent to his room where a rather unexpected and rather arousing sight met his eyes. His wife was in a silk nightgown, her hair down looking radiant. Hermione was lying on their bed hands tied together and to the headboard. Her shoes were off her skirt was pulled all the way up to her waist, the material of her panties were pushed to the side. Her top was pulled up to her neck exposing her beautiful breasts to him. His wife was teasing her with her fingers and a feather. He could smell how aroused how both the witches were, making him feel painfully tight and incredibly turned on.
When Fleur looked up and smiled at him then said “‘ello Beel. I ‘ave a present for you”
Hermione turned at the sound of his name showing the lust he always felt for her in her own eyes. He approached the bed removing his clothes as quickly as he could manage. He was not going to waste his time wondering how he was blessed with such luck. He could see the way that Hermione raked her eyes over his body and seemed to approve. He was tall lean, well muscled with small flicks of red on his chest. A body he was always proud of until he was mauled by Greyback and had scars on his face and back. He sat down on the edge of the bed and kissed the beautiful blond before kissing his “present.” She tasted sweet, like apples and cinnamon most likely from the tea she loved to drink. She moaned in his mouth from either his kiss or Fleur’s pleasurable caresses, quite frankly he didn’t care. In his passion, he ripped off her shirt and took a hard nipple in his mouth. She moaned again, louder this time, this time it was his name he heard. Fleur had since moved to the chair next to the bed, watching Bill at work. Her skin tasted like candy that your parents deny you, making it twice as sweet. He worshiped her until she moaned in frustration “Fuck me Bill, please.”
He impatiently unzipped her skirt and removed it fully before he ripped off her panties, the last barrier to her. Fleur had pushed down the top of her nightgown and pushed the other half up to her waist. She was touching herself trying to relieve the arousal from the scene in front of her. Bill’s senses were on overload from the smell of arousal and need coming from the two women in the room. He grabbed Hermione’s hips possessively he thrust himself into her, over and over again. It did not take much before he felt her walls clamp around him and make him mad with desire to push her into completion. She came fast and hard screaming ‘Yes, Fuck, yes! He saw her body convulse with tremendous orgasm. He could not hold out any longer and thrust one more time before he spilled his seed inside her. He could hear his wife reach her climax after him falling back on the chair exhausted. “Bill”
“Bill!”
He was startled awake by the sound of his sister’s voice.
“ Hard day at the office I guess. Go home Bill, Fleur must be wondering where you are.”
before she went upstairs.
He looked around and realized that he had fallen asleep on the couch. He groaned and punched the pillow. Damn that lucky bastard who is most likely fucking his wild haired goddess' brains out.
***
Charlie was lying in bed waiting for Hermione to finish getting ready for bed in the bathroom. He certainly was the luckiest bastard alive when she accepted his proposal.
He felt almost guilty at first for hurting Ron. He knew that he had feelings for her for years that he never acted on, and regretted it. He never really got over her, but he accepted his relationship with Hermione because in the end she was his friend and he wanted her happy. He was happy for him when he fell in love with Susan and was happy. His brother could be an idiot sometimes but he was a good guy at heart, and deserved happiness.
He was not surprised when he saw looks of unresolved lust from him from time to time, but what really threw him was the look of lust he could have sworn he saw from his father, his brothers, and even his sister. He knew that he had to be imagining things but today, he had the powerful feeling that they were being watched. He didn’t mind if his privacy was invaded but he was angry for her. Thankfully, she was so busy with catching up and the party preparations she did not notice. Someone was trying to get at her, well they would be up for a fight to get the love of his life away from him.
She finally came out of the bathroom in a short cotton nightgown. She had lust in her eyes. She must be remembering that she had a promise to keep.
Unbeknownst to them there was a magical eye hidden in the shade. This someone vowed to attain this goddess for themselves as they touched themselves while watching the couple make love.
She saw the excitement of Molly as she ran to the front door, which could only mean their friends and loved ones arrived. In the excitement, everyone ran to the door leaving her alone. As she removed her apron and was going to join them she felt an arm around her waist and pulls her into the corner of the kitchen where there was a tiny pantry. She felt an erection graze her stomach and saw the twinkling eyes before being pulled into a passionate kiss.
“Hi Honey,” she said, to her fiancée when he pulled back for air, “When did you get home?”
“ Just now Baby. I waited all day to do this,” he replied in a voice thick with lust. He followed the kiss by kissing and nibbling her neck while one hand pulled up her simple tee shirt flicking her nipples and caressing her breasts. She moaned under his loving touch running her fingers through his hair, momentarily losing all thought as he demonstrated his passion for her. Only when she saw the flash of purple colored hair, in a nearby window, did she remember herself.
“Honey, our family and friends will be walking in any moment now,” in a breathless voice.
“I don’t care,” he replied replacing his fingers with his tongue.
“Honey, there will not be a wedding if the groom is killed by the irate mother,” she replied half heartedly.
He groaned into her chest, she was right of course. He kissed each nipple and pulled the shirt back over her.
She gave him another kiss and said, “ Later Love, I promise." Before taking his hand taking him in the foyer where their friends were standing greeting each other.
She smiled and ran to her friends and greeted them with a great big hug, and a kiss, taking them to the kitchen to catch up over butter beer.
***
Bill was going to the burrow to see his family a place he still considered home. He saw his little girl playing in the garden while he landed his broom in the backyard. He saw the women in the kitchen going about their work. He admired their bravery being around his mother at times like this. According to Ron, Hermione and Harry, she was a crazy woman while preparing for his wedding three years ago. Three years, it was hard to believe he was married to Fleur for that long, much less be a father.
He deeply loved his child and his wife, but somehow along the line his feelings of friendship for Hermione deepened.
She had taken a job at Gringotts after going back to finish the year that she spent helping Harry with destroying Voldemort. He was surprised but pleased to see a familiar face at the bank. They had known each other during the war but they didn’t really get a chance to really know each other well. He never intended for it to happen, but eventually the long nights together working on projects, and their lunches together he fell hard for her. He wasn’t sure if it was love or lust that he was feeling for her, he just knew that he wanted her.
She was looking pretty today, her hair up in a ponytail, wearing a pink tee shirt with a black denim skirt and black sandals. Her engagement ring was on the kitchen windowsill, probably there to avoid getting it dirty while working with the dough. The irrational feeling of jealousy, that he has almost becomes used to now, erupted in is stomach. He wanted to hurl that ring down the drain, erase all symbols of her engagement to his brother from view.
He saw his mother get excited and run to the other end of the hall were he sees his friends and family gather from their journey. Tonks was looking as pretty as ever in a sleeveless top and black jeans, little Teddy in her arms. Remus looked as he always did, hair and mustache combed neatly, in a humble pair of brown dress pants, short sleeve dress shirt and tie. He looked over to the form of his sister, now all grown up and looking very beautiful. She was tan and lean and wearing a simple green sundress, her red hair streaked from the sun loose about her shoulders. Neville had his arm around her casually, he had a simple pair of jeans and tee shirt on. Harry didn't change one bit either. He was still average height, dark hair, glasses and lightning scar on his forehead and jade colored eyes. He too was dressed casually, jeans and a tee shirt happy to be back in the place he called a second home.
The great wall of women converged to greet them. His father arrived just behind them, returning from his last few days of work. He suddenly realized that Hermione was not there. He surveyed the room curious where she had ended up when he heard her moan. He followed the sound to the kitchen pantry where he smelled the unmistakable scent of arousal. Charlie’s back was to him, he had Hermione against a wall in the kitchen, in an angle where he could see her clearly. Charlie had his hands all over her kissing her, worshiping her in ways that he wished that he could do himself. She was so beautiful when she was aroused. Her cheeks were pink, her full lips parted, deep lustful sounds coming from them. He had to bite back a groan when his brother pulled her top up exposing her full firm breasts. He didn’t know if he was disappointed or thankful that Hermione told him that they should go to greet their guests under penalty of harm from an irate mother. His brother reluctantly agreed and followed her. Bill put his head against the windowpane, willing his body to relax, to make his breath more normal before going to say hello to everyone.
***
Later that night
Ginny, Harry, Neville, Remus and Tonks had settled in their rooms for the night. With Fred, George, Bill,Percy,Ron and Charlie having their own flats and homes, the Weasleys had plenty of room to accommodate. Everyone else went home to rest up for the following day’s events.
Bill was putting away the last of the dishes when he heard a sound behind him. He turned to see Hermione.
“Sorry Bill. I didn’t mean to startle you. I just came back for my ring." She went to where it was and slipped the pear shaped diamond ring back on her finger.
Fuck it she smelled so good. He was in, what was it Hermione called it? Oh yes Hell, he was in hell. All he wanted to do was throw her against the wall and finish what Charlie started earlier in the day.
“See you tomorrow,” she said obviously oblivious to his agony and returned home to her flat with Charlie.
***
He returned home two hours later, his wife and daughter were already asleep. He kissed his daughter’s forehead and pulled the sheets around her before going to his own room. He was going to his own room when he smelled something odd, Hermione’s perfume. Confused and curious he followed the scent to his room where a rather unexpected and rather arousing sight met his eyes. His wife was in a silk nightgown, her hair down looking radiant. Hermione was lying on their bed hands tied together and to the headboard. Her shoes were off her skirt was pulled all the way up to her waist, the material of her panties were pushed to the side. Her top was pulled up to her neck exposing her beautiful breasts to him. His wife was teasing her with her fingers and a feather. He could smell how aroused how both the witches were, making him feel painfully tight and incredibly turned on.
When Fleur looked up and smiled at him then said “‘ello Beel. I ‘ave a present for you”
Hermione turned at the sound of his name showing the lust he always felt for her in her own eyes. He approached the bed removing his clothes as quickly as he could manage. He was not going to waste his time wondering how he was blessed with such luck. He could see the way that Hermione raked her eyes over his body and seemed to approve. He was tall lean, well muscled with small flicks of red on his chest. A body he was always proud of until he was mauled by Greyback and had scars on his face and back. He sat down on the edge of the bed and kissed the beautiful blond before kissing his “present.” She tasted sweet, like apples and cinnamon most likely from the tea she loved to drink. She moaned in his mouth from either his kiss or Fleur’s pleasurable caresses, quite frankly he didn’t care. In his passion, he ripped off her shirt and took a hard nipple in his mouth. She moaned again, louder this time, this time it was his name he heard. Fleur had since moved to the chair next to the bed, watching Bill at work. Her skin tasted like candy that your parents deny you, making it twice as sweet. He worshiped her until she moaned in frustration “Fuck me Bill, please.”
He impatiently unzipped her skirt and removed it fully before he ripped off her panties, the last barrier to her. Fleur had pushed down the top of her nightgown and pushed the other half up to her waist. She was touching herself trying to relieve the arousal from the scene in front of her. Bill’s senses were on overload from the smell of arousal and need coming from the two women in the room. He grabbed Hermione’s hips possessively he thrust himself into her, over and over again. It did not take much before he felt her walls clamp around him and make him mad with desire to push her into completion. She came fast and hard screaming ‘Yes, Fuck, yes! He saw her body convulse with tremendous orgasm. He could not hold out any longer and thrust one more time before he spilled his seed inside her. He could hear his wife reach her climax after him falling back on the chair exhausted. “Bill”
“Bill!”
He was startled awake by the sound of his sister’s voice.
“ Hard day at the office I guess. Go home Bill, Fleur must be wondering where you are.”
before she went upstairs.
He looked around and realized that he had fallen asleep on the couch. He groaned and punched the pillow. Damn that lucky bastard who is most likely fucking his wild haired goddess' brains out.
***
Charlie was lying in bed waiting for Hermione to finish getting ready for bed in the bathroom. He certainly was the luckiest bastard alive when she accepted his proposal.
He felt almost guilty at first for hurting Ron. He knew that he had feelings for her for years that he never acted on, and regretted it. He never really got over her, but he accepted his relationship with Hermione because in the end she was his friend and he wanted her happy. He was happy for him when he fell in love with Susan and was happy. His brother could be an idiot sometimes but he was a good guy at heart, and deserved happiness.
He was not surprised when he saw looks of unresolved lust from him from time to time, but what really threw him was the look of lust he could have sworn he saw from his father, his brothers, and even his sister. He knew that he had to be imagining things but today, he had the powerful feeling that they were being watched. He didn’t mind if his privacy was invaded but he was angry for her. Thankfully, she was so busy with catching up and the party preparations she did not notice. Someone was trying to get at her, well they would be up for a fight to get the love of his life away from him.
She finally came out of the bathroom in a short cotton nightgown. She had lust in her eyes. She must be remembering that she had a promise to keep.
Unbeknownst to them there was a magical eye hidden in the shade. This someone vowed to attain this goddess for themselves as they touched themselves while watching the couple make love.