No Angel - 1/1 - Adult - Bill, Charlie/Hermione
Title: No Angel (1/1)
Author: silvernatasha
Rating: Adult
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: As angelic as she looks, Hermione has a bit of a devil in her. Bill, Charlie/Hermione.
A/N: Written for 50_smutlets prompt #17: costumes.
Word Count: 692.
Fleur had always enjoyed putting on nice clothes and dressing up. So, for her birthday, Bill decided to throw a lavish fancy dress party for her. To his immense relief, Fleur had been absolute delighted when he presented her with a princess costume three hours before the party (he knew how long it took her to get ready on special occasions) and, now, watching her swan around the party in her gorgeous gown and tiara, he felt so lucky to have her as his wife.
The guests had come in so many different costumes that, sometimes, it was difficult to tell who was who. The twins, for example, had dressed in identical outfits, and had apparently roped Ron in on their little joke, because, at any one time, there were three versions of Severus Snape around the hall.
Tipping his Stetson in greeting as a work colleague passed, Bill glanced around the room. Where was Charlie? He’d seen his brother earlier, wearing a scarlet devil’s outfit and toting a pitchfork. Somehow, he’d also managed to convince their mother that the dragon tattoo that was on his shoulder was just charmed on as part of his costume.
Bill had held back sniggers as Charlie said that, Charlie glaring daggers at him. Bill had kept quiet, though, knowing that, if he said anything about Charlie’s tattoo, Charlie wouldn’t hesitate to tell their mother about Bill’s ankh tattoo.
He caught a glimpse of Charlie’s forked tail whipping around a corner and headed over in that direction. It looked like Charlie had slipped outside, and so Bill followed. He didn’t get much of a chance to catch up with his brother these days and, seeing as Fleur was otherwise occupied being the glamorous hostess, he thought this would be the perfect opportunity. A bit of fresh air would be nice, too.
Ah. Apparently Charlie was already a little busy.
Bill swallowed as he realised exactly how busy Charlie was. He was kissing his angel hard, her legs wrapped around his waist and floaty white dress pushed up around her waist. He ducked out of sight, spotting a pair of knickers on the floor. Taking another glance back at them, Bill swallowed, recognising the angel as Ron’s friend Hermione Granger.
As he watched, Charlie managed to undo his red trousers and push them down, thrusting into Hermione in a way that was far too familiar to be the first time. Bill could feel himself getting hard, even though he knew that he shouldn’t be watching his brother have sex. That was just wrong.
You’d have to be blind, however, not to see what a stunning picture they made. A devil and an angel and thoroughly debauched. Angels didn’t make that sort of sound, nor did they shag someone up against the side of the house at a party. Hermione Granger was clearly no angel.
Bill smirked slightly, filing away the sight of a tattoo on her hip for future reference, his hand drifting down to his hard cock. He started to rub it through his jeans, too exposed to put his hand inside and stroke his erection like he wanted.
The muscles in Charlie’s arse - yet another tattoo there - flexed as he thrust into Hermione. She was making a whining noise against Charlie’s mouth and Bill couldn’t help but picture himself and Fleur in that position. She would look fucking gorgeous in an angel costume and he couldn’t imagine why he hadn’t thought of it.
Charlie grunted as he came and Bill closed his eyes. A few moments later, he heard breathy gasps from Hermione and dared to look again. They were kissing languidly in a way that had Bill’s mind focused entirely on his wife.
As they started to tidy themselves up, Bill held back a rather unmanly squeak as he realised they would find him there, still rock-hard from watching them. He grabbed his Stetson from his head and held it down in an attempt to cover the sizable bulge beneath the demin.
He walked a little awkwardly back inside, quickly taking Fleur’s arm with his free hand. Time for a birthday present.
Author: silvernatasha
Rating: Adult
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: As angelic as she looks, Hermione has a bit of a devil in her. Bill, Charlie/Hermione.
A/N: Written for 50_smutlets prompt #17: costumes.
Word Count: 692.
Fleur had always enjoyed putting on nice clothes and dressing up. So, for her birthday, Bill decided to throw a lavish fancy dress party for her. To his immense relief, Fleur had been absolute delighted when he presented her with a princess costume three hours before the party (he knew how long it took her to get ready on special occasions) and, now, watching her swan around the party in her gorgeous gown and tiara, he felt so lucky to have her as his wife.
The guests had come in so many different costumes that, sometimes, it was difficult to tell who was who. The twins, for example, had dressed in identical outfits, and had apparently roped Ron in on their little joke, because, at any one time, there were three versions of Severus Snape around the hall.
Tipping his Stetson in greeting as a work colleague passed, Bill glanced around the room. Where was Charlie? He’d seen his brother earlier, wearing a scarlet devil’s outfit and toting a pitchfork. Somehow, he’d also managed to convince their mother that the dragon tattoo that was on his shoulder was just charmed on as part of his costume.
Bill had held back sniggers as Charlie said that, Charlie glaring daggers at him. Bill had kept quiet, though, knowing that, if he said anything about Charlie’s tattoo, Charlie wouldn’t hesitate to tell their mother about Bill’s ankh tattoo.
He caught a glimpse of Charlie’s forked tail whipping around a corner and headed over in that direction. It looked like Charlie had slipped outside, and so Bill followed. He didn’t get much of a chance to catch up with his brother these days and, seeing as Fleur was otherwise occupied being the glamorous hostess, he thought this would be the perfect opportunity. A bit of fresh air would be nice, too.
Ah. Apparently Charlie was already a little busy.
Bill swallowed as he realised exactly how busy Charlie was. He was kissing his angel hard, her legs wrapped around his waist and floaty white dress pushed up around her waist. He ducked out of sight, spotting a pair of knickers on the floor. Taking another glance back at them, Bill swallowed, recognising the angel as Ron’s friend Hermione Granger.
As he watched, Charlie managed to undo his red trousers and push them down, thrusting into Hermione in a way that was far too familiar to be the first time. Bill could feel himself getting hard, even though he knew that he shouldn’t be watching his brother have sex. That was just wrong.
You’d have to be blind, however, not to see what a stunning picture they made. A devil and an angel and thoroughly debauched. Angels didn’t make that sort of sound, nor did they shag someone up against the side of the house at a party. Hermione Granger was clearly no angel.
Bill smirked slightly, filing away the sight of a tattoo on her hip for future reference, his hand drifting down to his hard cock. He started to rub it through his jeans, too exposed to put his hand inside and stroke his erection like he wanted.
The muscles in Charlie’s arse - yet another tattoo there - flexed as he thrust into Hermione. She was making a whining noise against Charlie’s mouth and Bill couldn’t help but picture himself and Fleur in that position. She would look fucking gorgeous in an angel costume and he couldn’t imagine why he hadn’t thought of it.
Charlie grunted as he came and Bill closed his eyes. A few moments later, he heard breathy gasps from Hermione and dared to look again. They were kissing languidly in a way that had Bill’s mind focused entirely on his wife.
As they started to tidy themselves up, Bill held back a rather unmanly squeak as he realised they would find him there, still rock-hard from watching them. He grabbed his Stetson from his head and held it down in an attempt to cover the sizable bulge beneath the demin.
He walked a little awkwardly back inside, quickly taking Fleur’s arm with his free hand. Time for a birthday present.