Fic: Iced Tea (Charlie/Hermione)
Title: Iced Tea
Author: leogryffin
For: florahart
Pairing: Charlie/Hermione
Rating: NC-17
A/N: Just pure PWP. Hope you like, Flora!!


"This is totally...oh my...holy...where did you get this, Gin?" Hermione and Ginny were in her bedroom with the door shut, giggling over a Muggle magazine full of naked men in various states of undress and lewd positions with each other.

"Seriously?" Ginny laughed, rolling over. "Percy. He has a stack of them under his bed. This is one of the few I haven't seen, but. Pretty tasty, no? I mean they aren't Wizarding, so you have to imagine the movement, but still..." Ginny turned the magazine on its side and fanned herself with another one.

“Percy wanks to ... I can't even ... what about Penny Clearwater?”

“Well, they broke up three years ago, Hermione. He hasn't had any girls around since, but he's had a fair number of blokes as 'friends' all of a sudden. And this! No wonder my mum is always 'cleaning'.”

“Well, you have to admit he's got fabulous taste, even if the whole thought of Percy having sex with anyone gives me the shakes. Look at the pecs on this one. And...” Hermione blushed to the roots of her hair as she turned the magazine back over and flipped the page, eyes wide. “The size of that...have you ever seen a man with that...”

“I'm innocent." Ginny wiggled her arse and winked. Hermione slapped her arm playfully.

“Even if you aren't lying, which you are, you have a lot of brothers. Don't tell me you haven't seen it all.”

'That's just disgusting. I think maybe it would be okay if it were Bill. Or even Charlie, but Ron? Percy? Gah. Hey, what time is it?”

“Erm...well,” Hermione said, trying to follow the shift in topic and consulting her watch, “almost one o'clock.”

“Fuck, I promised to meet Ernie MacMillan for lunch. You be okay here for a while? No one else is home. Mum and Dad are off on Order business.”

“Sure, fine...Ernie won't know what hit him, after reading these.”

“I'm not sleeping with Ernie. He's just a friend.”

“Just keep telling yourself that. And use protection! I'll be fine, really.”

Ginny gave Hermione the finger and Apparated out with a loud crack.

The Burrow was quiet and hot as the summer afternoon wore on. The cooling charms Hermione kept casting really weren't cutting the oppressive heat. She wandered downstairs to find something cool to drink, at first thinking of the butterbeer she and Ginny had bought the day before. She decided on tea rather than something sweet, but instead of having it hot she scooped up a handful of ice in a separate glass to pour the tea over after it was finished steeping in her preferred chipped china cup. She took the lot upstairs to look at another one of the many magazines in Percy's stash.

She touched herself without thinking as she turned the pages, pushing aside her thin cotton blouse, finger idly circling her own nipple; it wasn't until she got to the final page that she saw a picture that made her heart stop. She closed the page. Then she opened it again. Then she blushed and slammed it shut.

“Fuck,” she finally said, opening it and grabbing a piece of ice to chew on as she stared at the incredible picture of – well, it was right there in full colour. She hadn't imagined it. Charlie Weasley in all his – extremely impressive, even more than her active imagination had led her to think before – glory.

Holy fuck.

Not sure whether to be fascinated or horrified, she began rubbing the piece of ice against her right nipple as she traced the line of his body on the page with her other index finger, groaning as the sensation of immediate hardness made her thrust involuntarily against the bed. She sighed, continuing to circle her nipple with the ice, memorizing every curve and angle and piercing and tattoo that adorned the dragon tamer. She unbuttoned her blouse and switched sides, idly thinking of Charlie doing the same with this piece of ice on his tongue.

She was so absorbed in the picture of the beautiful man with the close-cropped red hair and the multiple body piercings and tattoos, and the sensation of the ice, that that she never even noticed the soft footfall, the door opening and gently closing. It wasn't until she heard breathing behind her that she flipped over, flushing in horror when she realized that the man she'd been fantasizing about was right there, in the flesh. She caught a mental image of what this all must look like – hot, sticky, nearly topless, ice melting in one hand... humping the bed.

"This isn't what it...Ginny just left...it's Percy's..." she stammered.

He sat down on the bed next to her. "Shhhh," Charlie murmured, putting a hand to her hair, "it's okay. You've discovered my little secret though. What to do, what to do."

"I won't tell anyone!"

"I know. I'm glad I'm finally outed, really, to tell the truth. It's nice to think that someone I know other than my idiotic brother is wanking to me."

"Charlie, I'm. God. So..." she wasn't sure what she was. She'd just been caught – well, almost masturbating, and Charlie Weasley was kneeling next to her, touching her hair and what the hell was happening, and... "so. Want you."

She clapped her hand over her mouth, horrified. "I'll just get my foot out of my mouth and run along home now," she groaned, standing, "Merlin, if you can look me straight in the eye next time you see me I'll be really impressed. I won't be able to."

"Hermione," Charlie said as if he was chiding a small child, “you don't get to leave without. You liked what you saw. You wanted to touch. You wanted more, yes? Didn't you?"

"I..." Fuck!

"So. I have a cup of ice and you, Hermione. Whatever shall we do with ourselves?" His hand curled possessively around her shoulders and he leaned close, sucking her bottom lip into his mouth and worrying it with his teeth before releasing her to admire the swollen lip he'd left behind.

"G..Ginny went to lunch with Ernie, and..." Her nipples were starting to warm and lose their peaks, which he noticed and smirked. "We have to fix this, at least." His hand lowered to cup her breast, and then he took a piece of ice.

“You're beautiful, Hermione.”

“You don't have to lie to me to ensure my silence, really, Charlie. I won't tell your parents...” Her mind was desperately trying to be rational about the situation, to distance herself and not take what was right there. There had to be a logical reason why it was a bad idea, though that reason was escaping her.

“I'm not mercenary. There's this remarkable young woman with a cup of ice in my house.” He put a piece in his mouth and then lowered his mouth to hers, sharing the ice with her as their tongues intertwined. “Better?”

She didn't trust herself to say anything; she weighed the odds in her head that anything drastically bad would happen if she followed his lead. Very quickly, Hermione found that there was a high probability that if she scooped out another piece of ice and cooled her tongue, then licked a trail from his earlobe to his neck to the hollow just below his Adam's apple, he would soon be fucking her legs off. She had run out of brain processing power after that. She tried doing exactly what she'd imagined, and soon found herself pinned to Ginny's bed, with him teasing her breasts and belly and throat mercilessly with an icy cold tongue. "I suppose I could let you put on a display...after all, the picture doesn't move, and my imagination only goes so far," she whimpered.

"You want to watch me?" Charlie said, intrigued, and let her up. "How about we both watch each other? Only fair..."

She handed him the cup of ice, then unbuttoned his jeans, and was surprised when his thick cock popped out. "No underwear?" she asked, catching herself before she could giggle, pushing his pants down around his ankles so he could step out of them. She pulled his t-shirt off and made him lie down on the bed, pulling out the picture again and laying it next to him to compare it to the real thing. "So perfect," she murmured, turning him on his side so she could touch the outline of his large tattoo of a Welsh Green dragon that started on his right arsecheek and ended up mid-back. Then she pushed him back on his back and took a piece of ice to his body, rubbing it over the nipple rings he had. "These are incredibly sexy," she murmured.

"Oh," he moaned, "and getting them cold is really. Fuck, Hermione, you're evil. If I'd had any idea before..."

She grinned and leaned down to mouth them gently, warming them. "Better?"

"Mmm," he said as she crawled down to inspect the piercing at the base of his rock-hard prick. She grabbed another piece of ice and put it in her mouth, cooling her tongue again before she licked around the piercing, causing him to clutch at the sheets. "Does it do anything interesting?"

"Heightens pleasure, of course," he said, "haven't had an opportunity to use it lately, but..."

"It's not in this picture," she said, consulting the magazine again.

"Had it done a month ago."

"Any other new body modifications, then?" She pretended clinical detachment as she took another piece of ice and rubbed it against her own nipples again, waiting for his answer.

"You're killing me."

"I don't think I started this. That's not my picture." she said smartly, and he grinned.

"There's a tattoo on my left ankle that wasn't in that picture. That's it."

She moved down to inspect it. "Oh, a moon! Does it change with the phases?"

"Er...yes. I take care of Remus now, since Snape and Sirius both have...well. You know. Since no one is around to make the potion now. Um. It reminds me of when I need to be available for him. Not that I'd ever forget, but."

He flipped her over, grabbing her wrists and throwing them up against the headboard, straddling her again, the cup of ice sent flying. "Did I pass inspection? Because you said something about putting on a display."

She shivered at the strong touch and the feel of his cock against her own groin. "Would it be selfish of me if I made myself come? While you watch?"

"Yes, it would be unladylike," he grinned, "but I'm not partial to ladies, really. Women, yes. Sexy women who know what they want." He let one of her wrists go, keeping her other hand clasped in his own as he bent down to kiss her again.

"And you're saying I fit the bill?" she asked breathlessly when he pulled away

"I don't know about Bill, but me. Yes."

"Very funny," she said, throwing her piece of ice at him before she pushed up her short skirt and kicked off her knickers, then spread herself wide, inviting him to see. Charlie released her other hand go, slithered down her body, trailing kisses, and sat between her knees to watch. He found the piece of ice she'd thrown and handed it to her.

"Hermione?" Charlie said, his voice shaking as he watched her fingers. He licked his lips as she threw her head back over her shoulders, surrendering to her own ministrations and the ice. When she didn't respond, he started to reach for her, but she nudged him away gently. "Watch, and be quiet," she whispered.

She continued gentle circles with the ice. She was stroking herself slowly with the other hand at first, but the hungry look in Charlie's eyes drove her to quicken the pace. She could see him physically restrain himself with his hands clasped behind his back, which made her a bit wild. "You'd like to touch, wouldn't you?"

"Hermione. You're making me crazy."

"That's the idea..." She moaned as the ice melted, and licked her lips. "Kiss me," she whispered. He crawled up her body to plant a deep kiss on her mouth, drowning out her cries as she made herself come. He sat back up, smiling at her. "My turn?"

"Please," she said, pushing herself up on one elbow.

He lay back on the bed. She moved down so that her mouth was ten inches from his cock. "I'll just lie here and watch, then. Unless you need help."

"Well," he grunted. "Perhaps a little help?"

Hermione had always been a quick study. She took him into her mouth and lubricated him nicely with her tongue. "Wet enough for you?" she said, smiling, as she straightened up.

"Nice is an understatement," he said as his hand took up where her tongue had left off. He began to move up and down with his hand as she watched intently, almost as if she were taking notes. As he worked, she inspected his tattoos again and held up the magazine a few times, pretending disinterest in the actual act of self-pleasure taking place.

"You're bloody killing me, Hermione. Watch me."

She winked. "Keep going."

"I don't think so."

"Oh?" Her smile grew wider and she grabbed a piece of ice and rubbed it over his balls, winking as she did so.

"Minx," he groaned, rolling her over. "You've seen enough, if I can't keep your interest and you insist on torturing me."

She spread her legs willingly, pulling him closer. "I'm done teasing you then."

"Good." He entered her in one long, hard thrust without preamble, groaning as he nearly collapsed on top of her. "You have no idea how aroused I am right now," he said in her ear.

"Oh, I think I do..."

"But the ice!"

"Less talking." She kissed him to shut him up and ground her hips against him for good measure, causing him to thrust wildly and without rhythm. "Mmm," she said, moving around experimentally and putting her hand - still cold from the melted ice - against his balls. He responded by losing all control and crying out, "Hermione...fuck...you are making me..."

She grinned to herself as he spilled inside her. "Making you what?"

"You're horrible," he whispered as he rolled onto his back, pulling her on top so that he didn't come out of her.

"I'm not the one posing nude for Muggle money."

"Point," he said, kissing her. "So glad I came home today."

He straightened up her clothes, casting an industrial-strength cooling charm on the room. "That should help for when Ginny returns," he smiled into her hair. "Are you going to tell her about..."

"No, I think I'll rip out this page and take it with me,," she said, looking innocent – as much as one could after being well-shagged. "Just for reference, you understand. I can't see Percy telling, so your secret's completely safe. But if I ever get the urge to reveal anything; or if I'm just hot, I'll let you know. Fair?" She turned to pick up her tea to pour it over the remaining little bit of ice in the glass while she watched him from beneath her lashes.

With one quick kiss, he murmured in her ear, "I believe so."