It's Party Time 2
Here's It's Party Time Chapter Two!
I know I know took long enough, right, and there's lots of UST in the chappie, but no smut quite yet. It'll be soon, though!
Here's chapter 1
Disclaimer: I don't own any Harry Potter characters, although if J.K. Rowling wanted to send Charlie my way I wouldn't argue. I'm certainly not making any money off of them, either, or I wouldn't be so broke.
A/N: I'm baaaaack. Here's an update, but like I said with Masked Man, I'm not going to promise regular updates. I'll post what I can when I can. I have quite a bit more free time now that I'm jobless, but there are other stories that are a lot more in need of finishing. Thank you for reading and if you want me to squee like a fangirl leave me a review, even if it to say that you don't like it!
Chapter 2
Hermione plopped down onto the sofa, shot glass of firewhiskey in hand, which she managed to slosh half of into Charlie's lap.
"Whoopsie! Sorry, Charlie!" Hermione giggled as she tried to soak up the alcohol by pressing a napkin repeatedly to his crotch. Charlie grunted with the effort of controlling his anatomy as Hermione repeated her ministrations for several minutes. Charlie placed a large hand on her forearm, stilling her attentions. He grinned lazily at her as he silently pointed his wand at his pants and dried them in a flick. Her attention was diverted from Charlie's intense blue gaze by the snickering of the twins, who were sitting side by side in the floor, Buddha style.
"Why are you two still here?" Hermione asked, one eyebrow raised, a gesture she had picked up whilst studying with Professor Snape.
"We believe..." started Fred, grinning like a maniac.
"...we were promised..." continued George, with his identical grin plastered on his face.
"...a game..."
"...of Truth..."
"...or Dare!"
Hermione, who in her distraction had completely forgotten about her earlier game suggestion, shuddered internally at the prospect of playing the silly game with the Twin Terrors, as their brother had appropriately dubbed them. She had gotten enough of that when they had returned to school, thank you very much! No, she thought to herself as a lecherous grin spread across her features, it's time for a little payback. With that thought, she summoned three more shot glasses and a large bottle of Jose Cuervo from the kitchen.
"I refuse to play anymore Truth or Dare with you two. Maybe some other time, love," Hermione grinned a tCharlie, patting him on the leg, then giggling as she continued, "I think we should try a muggle game: I've Never..."
"How is it played?" Charlie asked, genuinely curious as he watched Hermione pour equal amounts of the amber liquid he didn't recognise into the shot glasses, "And what are we drinking?"
"It's tequila, which isn't very different from firewhiskey, to be honest, but it costs less. Now here's how we play: we go around in a circle and say 'I've never done' such and such, then everyone who has done takes a shot!" Hermione finished her explanation by plunking two of the glasses onto the tables in front of each twin and handing the third to Charlie before picking up her own.
"I think..."
"...we get it." Replied the twins in the bantering way that had taken Hermione months to get used to, always making her giggle girlishly. This time was no exception.
"Good, I'll go first. I've never kissed a person of the opposite sex." They all promptly downed their drink. Charlie raised his brows at her statement, and parted his lips to ask her, when she cut him off, "I didn't say it had to be a true statement, now did I?"
The twins grinned mischeviously at each other. This game just got interesting.
"I've never thrown up while intoxicated." Hermione and Charlie both prompty threw their shots back. Fred grinned, proud of himself, that was a good one, but it was time to start coming up with more interesting questions. He cut his eyes at George, who nodded imperceptibly. He knew what to do, and it was now his turn.
"I've never kissed someone of the same sex." Both the twins and Hermione all threw their shots back. Charlie turned to face Hermione, questions burning in his eyes.
"Uh uh uh..." she giggled in response, "just drinks. No essplanassions." She slurred as she held her glass up and looked through the bottom at Gred. Or was it Feorge? Who cared, they were both hot. "Hey," she giggled, "who drank my shot?"
"The invisible man," Charlie promptly replied, and raised an eyebrow at Fred, who shrugged one shoulder in an attempt to appear nonchalant. Charlie was onto their game, but he was all for finding out the answers. He took his turn.
"I've never had sex with multiple partners." All four of them promptly downed their drinks. Hermione giggled at the looks on all the Weasley brothers' faces. She was hardly an idiot, even if she was inebriated. She had caught Fred and George numerous times in broom closets and spare classrooms during their impromptu seventh year. She also knew about some of Charlie's escapades, having Ginny for a best friend really did have it's benefits, especially since Ginny was small enough to fit into closets in her brothers' bedrooms to hide and gather blackmail information. The only one she couldn't seem to get any info on was Percy, and that was only because Percy never did anything.
Charlie poured the last of the tequila into the glasses before stating unnecessarily, "I think this is going to be the last question. Make it a good one, Hermione."
Hermione grinned lasciviously as she made a show of thinkng out her next statement. "I've got it. I've nevvveerrrr..." she drug the word out, slurring a bit and waving her arms, letting out a small "whoops!" as she sloshed some liquor over the edge of her glass. "I've never wanted to sleep with three brothers at once!" She let out a chuckle as she down her shot, hearing the sound of three shot glasses falling on the carpet. "Hey, alcohol abuse!"
Charlie rolled his eyes before he turned toward the twins, brow quirked questioningly. He was game if they were. They looked at each other, then shrugged. They had been trying to get Hermione to have a romp with them for months, but she always declined their advances. It was no skin off their noses if Charlie joined in.
"Hermione, are you being honest, or is it the..." Charlie held the bottle up to his eyes to see the label "tuh..kwill..ya.. talking?"
Hermione attempted to reply, but she couldn't get a word out for laughing so hard. Charlie groaned out loud while pointing his wand at himself and whispering sobrietus, then doing the same to her. In her drunken state, there was no way she would give him straight, honest answers. He noted with approval out of the corner of his eye that the twins were performing the same charm on each other. Charlie noticed with some disconcertion that Hermione hadn't stopped laughing. Had the charm not worked?
"I...I..I'm all right...Charlie...even sober...the charm worked...thanks." Hermione panted in between laughs, steadily catching her breath as she plopped back onto the sofa, then continued, "What's so funny is there's an old muggle song that's called 'it's just the tequila talking', and muggles often refer to the drink as 'to-kill-ya' because that's what the hangover the next morning is trying to do. And before you ask," she interrupted him as he started to talk, grinning like a maniac and with a glint in her eye, "Yes, I was being honest. I'm game if you guys are. But I think there should be some ground rules. Everyone agree?" She asked, cocking a brow at the twins.
"Ground rules..."
"...are always..."
"...a good idea..."
"Especially with..."
"...troublemakers such as..."
"Ourselves." The twins finished together on the last word, then smiled identical lascivious smiles at her, then stood and walked over to the couch, one of them banishing the table to the far corner of the room. Fred sat on the couch next to her, opposite from Charlie, and George sat on the floor in front of her, facing her, his arms resting in her lap. "About time you decided to take us up on our offer, 'Mione. We thought if we brought the Weasley you actually had the hots for you'd finally agree." Hermione's eyes grew wide at George's soft statement, how did he know?
"We're the Weasley twins, Herm. We can figure out anything." Fred answered her unspoken question as he traced designs on her left leg and noticed with approval that Charlie was doing the same to her right leg. He continued, "Now, what are these ground rules?"
"Ground rules, right..." Hermione shook herself. The sensations the boys, No! These are definitely men! her subconscious supplied, were causing to go up her legs had distracted her, "First is that this is a one night thing."
"I think we can live with that," Charlie mumbed againsed her neck, then licked the soft spot below her ear causing her to whimper.
"Second...Second is that no one gets their feelings hurt." She almost moaned as George took one of her feet in his strong hands and rubbed it, then kissed it, slowly working his way up her leg. He looked up and replied, "I think we're all adults here. No hurt feelings. Anything else?"
"Um...yea...I want all of you. Don't be afraid of hurting me, I can handle it. All of you get a turn, but I want Charlie to be first." Hermione finished with a small moan as Fred ran his hand under the hem of her shirt and cupped her lace-covered breast. He looked down at her and smiled softly before replying,
"Whatever you want, love, but you have to do something for us."
"What's that?" She asked, looking between the three of the most handsome, in her opinion anyway, Weasley brothers. Fred gently turned her face towards Charlie, who pressed his lips to hers in a heated kiss.
"Don't talk. Don't think. Just enjoy."
End notes: Alrighty, so that's chappie two. No smut just yet, but things are heating up nicely, non? I'll probably work on the next chapter over the weekend, ya never know what's going to happen!
I know I know took long enough, right, and there's lots of UST in the chappie, but no smut quite yet. It'll be soon, though!
Here's chapter 1
Disclaimer: I don't own any Harry Potter characters, although if J.K. Rowling wanted to send Charlie my way I wouldn't argue. I'm certainly not making any money off of them, either, or I wouldn't be so broke.
A/N: I'm baaaaack. Here's an update, but like I said with Masked Man, I'm not going to promise regular updates. I'll post what I can when I can. I have quite a bit more free time now that I'm jobless, but there are other stories that are a lot more in need of finishing. Thank you for reading and if you want me to squee like a fangirl leave me a review, even if it to say that you don't like it!
Chapter 2
Hermione plopped down onto the sofa, shot glass of firewhiskey in hand, which she managed to slosh half of into Charlie's lap.
"Whoopsie! Sorry, Charlie!" Hermione giggled as she tried to soak up the alcohol by pressing a napkin repeatedly to his crotch. Charlie grunted with the effort of controlling his anatomy as Hermione repeated her ministrations for several minutes. Charlie placed a large hand on her forearm, stilling her attentions. He grinned lazily at her as he silently pointed his wand at his pants and dried them in a flick. Her attention was diverted from Charlie's intense blue gaze by the snickering of the twins, who were sitting side by side in the floor, Buddha style.
"Why are you two still here?" Hermione asked, one eyebrow raised, a gesture she had picked up whilst studying with Professor Snape.
"We believe..." started Fred, grinning like a maniac.
"...we were promised..." continued George, with his identical grin plastered on his face.
"...a game..."
"...of Truth..."
"...or Dare!"
Hermione, who in her distraction had completely forgotten about her earlier game suggestion, shuddered internally at the prospect of playing the silly game with the Twin Terrors, as their brother had appropriately dubbed them. She had gotten enough of that when they had returned to school, thank you very much! No, she thought to herself as a lecherous grin spread across her features, it's time for a little payback. With that thought, she summoned three more shot glasses and a large bottle of Jose Cuervo from the kitchen.
"I refuse to play anymore Truth or Dare with you two. Maybe some other time, love," Hermione grinned a tCharlie, patting him on the leg, then giggling as she continued, "I think we should try a muggle game: I've Never..."
"How is it played?" Charlie asked, genuinely curious as he watched Hermione pour equal amounts of the amber liquid he didn't recognise into the shot glasses, "And what are we drinking?"
"It's tequila, which isn't very different from firewhiskey, to be honest, but it costs less. Now here's how we play: we go around in a circle and say 'I've never done' such and such, then everyone who has done takes a shot!" Hermione finished her explanation by plunking two of the glasses onto the tables in front of each twin and handing the third to Charlie before picking up her own.
"I think..."
"...we get it." Replied the twins in the bantering way that had taken Hermione months to get used to, always making her giggle girlishly. This time was no exception.
"Good, I'll go first. I've never kissed a person of the opposite sex." They all promptly downed their drink. Charlie raised his brows at her statement, and parted his lips to ask her, when she cut him off, "I didn't say it had to be a true statement, now did I?"
The twins grinned mischeviously at each other. This game just got interesting.
"I've never thrown up while intoxicated." Hermione and Charlie both prompty threw their shots back. Fred grinned, proud of himself, that was a good one, but it was time to start coming up with more interesting questions. He cut his eyes at George, who nodded imperceptibly. He knew what to do, and it was now his turn.
"I've never kissed someone of the same sex." Both the twins and Hermione all threw their shots back. Charlie turned to face Hermione, questions burning in his eyes.
"Uh uh uh..." she giggled in response, "just drinks. No essplanassions." She slurred as she held her glass up and looked through the bottom at Gred. Or was it Feorge? Who cared, they were both hot. "Hey," she giggled, "who drank my shot?"
"The invisible man," Charlie promptly replied, and raised an eyebrow at Fred, who shrugged one shoulder in an attempt to appear nonchalant. Charlie was onto their game, but he was all for finding out the answers. He took his turn.
"I've never had sex with multiple partners." All four of them promptly downed their drinks. Hermione giggled at the looks on all the Weasley brothers' faces. She was hardly an idiot, even if she was inebriated. She had caught Fred and George numerous times in broom closets and spare classrooms during their impromptu seventh year. She also knew about some of Charlie's escapades, having Ginny for a best friend really did have it's benefits, especially since Ginny was small enough to fit into closets in her brothers' bedrooms to hide and gather blackmail information. The only one she couldn't seem to get any info on was Percy, and that was only because Percy never did anything.
Charlie poured the last of the tequila into the glasses before stating unnecessarily, "I think this is going to be the last question. Make it a good one, Hermione."
Hermione grinned lasciviously as she made a show of thinkng out her next statement. "I've got it. I've nevvveerrrr..." she drug the word out, slurring a bit and waving her arms, letting out a small "whoops!" as she sloshed some liquor over the edge of her glass. "I've never wanted to sleep with three brothers at once!" She let out a chuckle as she down her shot, hearing the sound of three shot glasses falling on the carpet. "Hey, alcohol abuse!"
Charlie rolled his eyes before he turned toward the twins, brow quirked questioningly. He was game if they were. They looked at each other, then shrugged. They had been trying to get Hermione to have a romp with them for months, but she always declined their advances. It was no skin off their noses if Charlie joined in.
"Hermione, are you being honest, or is it the..." Charlie held the bottle up to his eyes to see the label "tuh..kwill..ya.. talking?"
Hermione attempted to reply, but she couldn't get a word out for laughing so hard. Charlie groaned out loud while pointing his wand at himself and whispering sobrietus, then doing the same to her. In her drunken state, there was no way she would give him straight, honest answers. He noted with approval out of the corner of his eye that the twins were performing the same charm on each other. Charlie noticed with some disconcertion that Hermione hadn't stopped laughing. Had the charm not worked?
"I...I..I'm all right...Charlie...even sober...the charm worked...thanks." Hermione panted in between laughs, steadily catching her breath as she plopped back onto the sofa, then continued, "What's so funny is there's an old muggle song that's called 'it's just the tequila talking', and muggles often refer to the drink as 'to-kill-ya' because that's what the hangover the next morning is trying to do. And before you ask," she interrupted him as he started to talk, grinning like a maniac and with a glint in her eye, "Yes, I was being honest. I'm game if you guys are. But I think there should be some ground rules. Everyone agree?" She asked, cocking a brow at the twins.
"Ground rules..."
"...are always..."
"...a good idea..."
"Especially with..."
"...troublemakers such as..."
"Ourselves." The twins finished together on the last word, then smiled identical lascivious smiles at her, then stood and walked over to the couch, one of them banishing the table to the far corner of the room. Fred sat on the couch next to her, opposite from Charlie, and George sat on the floor in front of her, facing her, his arms resting in her lap. "About time you decided to take us up on our offer, 'Mione. We thought if we brought the Weasley you actually had the hots for you'd finally agree." Hermione's eyes grew wide at George's soft statement, how did he know?
"We're the Weasley twins, Herm. We can figure out anything." Fred answered her unspoken question as he traced designs on her left leg and noticed with approval that Charlie was doing the same to her right leg. He continued, "Now, what are these ground rules?"
"Ground rules, right..." Hermione shook herself. The sensations the boys, No! These are definitely men! her subconscious supplied, were causing to go up her legs had distracted her, "First is that this is a one night thing."
"I think we can live with that," Charlie mumbed againsed her neck, then licked the soft spot below her ear causing her to whimper.
"Second...Second is that no one gets their feelings hurt." She almost moaned as George took one of her feet in his strong hands and rubbed it, then kissed it, slowly working his way up her leg. He looked up and replied, "I think we're all adults here. No hurt feelings. Anything else?"
"Um...yea...I want all of you. Don't be afraid of hurting me, I can handle it. All of you get a turn, but I want Charlie to be first." Hermione finished with a small moan as Fred ran his hand under the hem of her shirt and cupped her lace-covered breast. He looked down at her and smiled softly before replying,
"Whatever you want, love, but you have to do something for us."
"What's that?" She asked, looking between the three of the most handsome, in her opinion anyway, Weasley brothers. Fred gently turned her face towards Charlie, who pressed his lips to hers in a heated kiss.
"Don't talk. Don't think. Just enjoy."
End notes: Alrighty, so that's chappie two. No smut just yet, but things are heating up nicely, non? I'll probably work on the next chapter over the weekend, ya never know what's going to happen!