Inimitable - 6/18 - All Ages - Charlie/Hermione
Title: Inimitable (6/18)
Author: silvernatasha
Rating: All Ages
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Summary: What sort of grown man had a fancy dress party for his birthday, anyway? Charlie/Hermione.
A/N: Written for books_freckles weekly challenge #29: Mythology. Sequel to Letting Things Happen.
Word Count: 500.
"My Aphrodite."
Hermione scowled at Charlie, tugging up the neck of her toga. "I'm meant to be Minerva. Goddess of wisdom." She looked at her reflection in the mirror, not sure how Charlie had managed to get her to dress up like this for Bill's birthday party. What sort of grown man had a fancy dress party for his birthday, anyway? And a mythology-themed party at that.
It was probably just an excuse for Fleur to dress up in some ridiculously skimpy outfit.
Charlie shook his head, moving to stand behind Hermione. "Nope. I only see Aphrodite. Goddess of love." His hands came to rest on her hips, squeezing gently.
"And sex."
"Well, yes. But I wasn't going to say that." He kissed the curve of her neck, smiling at her reflection. He frowned, though, and slapped her hand away as she tried again to adjust the toga. "Leave it. It looks perfect. Absolutely perfect."
Hermione shook her head. "I look slutty. Why on earth did you pick this costume?" She adjusted the front of the toga, smoothing down the white material, not that keen on the way that it clung to her hips and breasts.
Charlie seemed to like it, though, judging by the way that he was looking at her. A blush rose up on her cheeks and she tried to squirm away from his embrace, but Charlie just tugged her closer, wrapping his arms tightly around her waist as he nuzzled her neck.
"Because it makes you look slutty," Charlie retorted, looking challengingly at her. When Hermione made a whining, annoyed noise, he kissed her neck again, nipping gently at her earlobe. "Because it makes you look classy and elegant. I don't know anyone else who could get away with wearing this. Completely inimitable."
"I want to make a good impression, Charlie. This is our first Weasley thing as an official couple. I don't want to mess this up."
"Hermione. My family have, at various times, seen you drunk off your face, sleep deprived, sick with the flu and throwing up all over the bathroom." He raised his eyebrows as if to dare her to counter him. "I don't think that they'll mind if you show off a little cleavage."
Charlie turned her around, brushing his lips against hers. He smirked. "I especially don't mind."
She frowned, a crease appearing between her eyes.
"No," Charlie warned her sternly. "Stop thinking about how you could quickly pull together another costume before we leave for the party. I won't let you." He looked thoughtful. "Unless you think you could count Lady Godiva as a mythological figure?"
Her eyes widened. "She doesn't count. And how did you know I was thinking that?"
Charlie grinned, which made Hermione roll her eyes. There was really no-one quite like him. "Just a guess. You are going to wear that costume, Hermione. Then, later, I'm going to show you how you're really a goddess." He kissed her again, more insistently this time.
"My goddess."
C H A R L I E A N D H E R M I O N E
Author: silvernatasha
Rating: All Ages
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Summary: What sort of grown man had a fancy dress party for his birthday, anyway? Charlie/Hermione.
A/N: Written for books_freckles weekly challenge #29: Mythology. Sequel to Letting Things Happen.
Word Count: 500.
"My Aphrodite."
Hermione scowled at Charlie, tugging up the neck of her toga. "I'm meant to be Minerva. Goddess of wisdom." She looked at her reflection in the mirror, not sure how Charlie had managed to get her to dress up like this for Bill's birthday party. What sort of grown man had a fancy dress party for his birthday, anyway? And a mythology-themed party at that.
It was probably just an excuse for Fleur to dress up in some ridiculously skimpy outfit.
Charlie shook his head, moving to stand behind Hermione. "Nope. I only see Aphrodite. Goddess of love." His hands came to rest on her hips, squeezing gently.
"And sex."
"Well, yes. But I wasn't going to say that." He kissed the curve of her neck, smiling at her reflection. He frowned, though, and slapped her hand away as she tried again to adjust the toga. "Leave it. It looks perfect. Absolutely perfect."
Hermione shook her head. "I look slutty. Why on earth did you pick this costume?" She adjusted the front of the toga, smoothing down the white material, not that keen on the way that it clung to her hips and breasts.
Charlie seemed to like it, though, judging by the way that he was looking at her. A blush rose up on her cheeks and she tried to squirm away from his embrace, but Charlie just tugged her closer, wrapping his arms tightly around her waist as he nuzzled her neck.
"Because it makes you look slutty," Charlie retorted, looking challengingly at her. When Hermione made a whining, annoyed noise, he kissed her neck again, nipping gently at her earlobe. "Because it makes you look classy and elegant. I don't know anyone else who could get away with wearing this. Completely inimitable."
"I want to make a good impression, Charlie. This is our first Weasley thing as an official couple. I don't want to mess this up."
"Hermione. My family have, at various times, seen you drunk off your face, sleep deprived, sick with the flu and throwing up all over the bathroom." He raised his eyebrows as if to dare her to counter him. "I don't think that they'll mind if you show off a little cleavage."
Charlie turned her around, brushing his lips against hers. He smirked. "I especially don't mind."
She frowned, a crease appearing between her eyes.
"No," Charlie warned her sternly. "Stop thinking about how you could quickly pull together another costume before we leave for the party. I won't let you." He looked thoughtful. "Unless you think you could count Lady Godiva as a mythological figure?"
Her eyes widened. "She doesn't count. And how did you know I was thinking that?"
Charlie grinned, which made Hermione roll her eyes. There was really no-one quite like him. "Just a guess. You are going to wear that costume, Hermione. Then, later, I'm going to show you how you're really a goddess." He kissed her again, more insistently this time.
"My goddess."
C H A R L I E A N D H E R M I O N E