Midnight Swim - 1/1 - Teen - Charlie/Hermione
Title: Midnight Swim (1/1)
Author: silvernatasha
Rating: Teen
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: The sensible thing to do would be to go back in the tent. Charlie/Hermione.
Word Count: 499.
A/N: Written for inell's ficlet request: Charlie/Hermione and skinny dipping.
She wasn’t the sort of witch to do this. It was completely out of character. She was the witch who always had her head in a book and who had earned a reputation for being somewhat prudish.
Apparently, though, reputations could be completely and utterly wrong. Charlie Weasley was starting to realise this as he watched Hermione Granger rise out of the lake wearing not a stitch of clothing. He was meant to be asleep. So was she. More than that, he was supposed to be responsible for his younger brother and sister and their friends on this camping trip to the Lake District. Considering that Ginny had just turned twenty, Charlie didn’t see much point in his being there, but Molly Weasley had bribed him with the promise of doing his laundry for a month and Charlie wasn’t about to turn down an offer like that, especially when he got to go on holiday, too.
With spells to keep them out of site from prying Muggle eyes, they had pitched their tents at the side of a lake. This meant that they were right next to the action as no-one seemed keen on walking or even Apparating anywhere. Now, Charlie was watching some very interesting action as he watched her nude form in the water. Droplets clung to her skin and Charlie had the sudden urge to lick the water from the curve of her shoulder.
He shifted uncomfortably, wishing that he’d been able to put up with Ron’s snoring for a bit longer. Instead, he’d popped outside the tent for some fresh air and to get away from the noise. Just to clear his head. Now, though, his head was anything but clear. Hermione didn’t seem to know that he was there as she dipped beneath the surface of the lake, fully immersing herself and getting lost in her own little world. When she rose, her hair was wet and dripping down her back, begging to be touched.
As she turned slightly, Charlie swallowed. The water hadn’t been particularly warm during daylight hours, but it was clearly even colder now. Her nipples were hard and erect and did Hermione have any idea what she looked like out there? The water was waist-deep and Charlie couldn’t help but think that she looked like some sort of goddess. It even sounded cliché in his head, but he couldn’t help it.
The sensible thing to do would be to go back in the tent, close his eyes and think of something that had absolutely nothing to Hermione Granger. Like brooms or bananas. Or possibly something no quite so phallic. He couldn’t tear his eyes away, especially when she dipped under the water again and resurfaced slightly closer to the shore. The water wasn’t quite so high there, only just covering what was left of her modesty…
She turned to face him directly, lips curving into a teasing smile. Her eye caught his. “Are you coming for a swim or what?”
Author: silvernatasha
Rating: Teen
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: The sensible thing to do would be to go back in the tent. Charlie/Hermione.
Word Count: 499.
A/N: Written for inell's ficlet request: Charlie/Hermione and skinny dipping.
She wasn’t the sort of witch to do this. It was completely out of character. She was the witch who always had her head in a book and who had earned a reputation for being somewhat prudish.
Apparently, though, reputations could be completely and utterly wrong. Charlie Weasley was starting to realise this as he watched Hermione Granger rise out of the lake wearing not a stitch of clothing. He was meant to be asleep. So was she. More than that, he was supposed to be responsible for his younger brother and sister and their friends on this camping trip to the Lake District. Considering that Ginny had just turned twenty, Charlie didn’t see much point in his being there, but Molly Weasley had bribed him with the promise of doing his laundry for a month and Charlie wasn’t about to turn down an offer like that, especially when he got to go on holiday, too.
With spells to keep them out of site from prying Muggle eyes, they had pitched their tents at the side of a lake. This meant that they were right next to the action as no-one seemed keen on walking or even Apparating anywhere. Now, Charlie was watching some very interesting action as he watched her nude form in the water. Droplets clung to her skin and Charlie had the sudden urge to lick the water from the curve of her shoulder.
He shifted uncomfortably, wishing that he’d been able to put up with Ron’s snoring for a bit longer. Instead, he’d popped outside the tent for some fresh air and to get away from the noise. Just to clear his head. Now, though, his head was anything but clear. Hermione didn’t seem to know that he was there as she dipped beneath the surface of the lake, fully immersing herself and getting lost in her own little world. When she rose, her hair was wet and dripping down her back, begging to be touched.
As she turned slightly, Charlie swallowed. The water hadn’t been particularly warm during daylight hours, but it was clearly even colder now. Her nipples were hard and erect and did Hermione have any idea what she looked like out there? The water was waist-deep and Charlie couldn’t help but think that she looked like some sort of goddess. It even sounded cliché in his head, but he couldn’t help it.
The sensible thing to do would be to go back in the tent, close his eyes and think of something that had absolutely nothing to Hermione Granger. Like brooms or bananas. Or possibly something no quite so phallic. He couldn’t tear his eyes away, especially when she dipped under the water again and resurfaced slightly closer to the shore. The water wasn’t quite so high there, only just covering what was left of her modesty…
She turned to face him directly, lips curving into a teasing smile. Her eye caught his. “Are you coming for a swim or what?”