Got out another story, and should have the third part in my erotica series up by next weekend...until then, here's another story I wrote...more plot, but still hot and steamy.

Dragon Slayer

Charlie was definitely looking forward to his two months vacation time- the first time he'd taken off work since Voldemort's demise. But, before going to his flat in London, he figured he'd pop in on his parents at the Burrow. After a very filling meal where his mother complained he was too thin, he asked what the gang had been up to. Mrs. Weasley told him about Harry and Ginny's engagement, Ron's fabulous job with the Chudley Cannons, and so on down the line.

"But what about Hermione? Last I heard, she and Remus were together."

Molly started wringing her hands. "Oh, Charlie dear, I thought you'd heard. Remus was killed by Death Eaters near the end of the war. Hermione didn't quite get over it. She's pretty much tried to blend in with Muggles the past few years."

"So why hasn't anyone tried to find her? Talk to her?" he asked, confused.

"Well, Harry and Ginny tried, but for some reason, they're not telling where she is. They said she's fine, but didn't seem to really want them there."

"Hmm" Charlie commented, noncommittally.

*****

Determined to put an end to this mystery, Charlie set out for London the next day to design his pan of action from his place. When he took a moment to wonder about his motives for going after her like this in the first place, he saw Hermione at his parents'. She was at the table in the kitchen, her hair all lit up from the sun coming in a nearby window, her eyes were sparkling and her color was high as she argued a point of ethics with Fred and George. He admired her sassy intellect and the way she'd take things without backing down. He wanted to find out what had really made her change so much so fast.

After figuring he had a better chance of finding her with a little more help, he used one of his scrying crystals and it consistently pointed to a section of the warehouse district. Confused, he looked up the information of the area to find that there was a popular club nearby. Figuring it was worth a try, he went out there that night and showed a Muggle photo of Hermione, but nobody seemed to recognize her. Discouraged, he figured he'd have a drink before heading home and trying again tomorrow. But when he went to pay his tab, the bartender told him that the redhead down the bar had paid for it. Intrigued, he wandered over to chat.

"Usually, I find it's the guy who buys the girl a drink. Not that I'm complaining, mind you," he said with a smile.

"No offense taken. You're new here, so that's my way of saying hi. I'm Jae, by the way."

"Charlie. So you must be a regular here then. Me, I just got back home for a couple months of vacation time before I head back to work."

"Oh, what do you do?"

"Animal husbandry, after a fashion. Yourself?"

"I'm more of a chemist," she said with a sad smirk. "It's been one of my favorite subjects since my school days."

"Where'd you go to school?"

Jae smirked. "You'd never have heard of it. It's an elite private school out in the middle of nowhere. So what did you like to do in school?"

"Sports mostly. Er, soccer and such. You know, typical guy stuff," he responded, smiling.

Over many more cocktails and a few dances, Charlie learned Jae was 23, she loved to read, and her best friend was engaged to a school chum.

"So, what about you? Anyone special?" he asked.

She took a sip of her wine, glanced down for a moment, then looked over the table at him. "No. My last relationship ended badly...he was killed."

"Oh, I'm so sorry. That was out of line," Charlie apologized as they called last call.

Jae finished her glass, then smiled at him. "It's okay. I understand. I've got some great wine over at my place. Want to come by?"

"I took a cab here, but that works for me," he said with a grin.

*****

Between the two of them, the wine didn't last too long and they were soon relaxing on the couch, watching the firelight. Charlie turned to say something to feel Jae's lips soft on his. He kissed her back, then pulled away so he could look her in the eye.

"Are you sure about this?"

"Definitely. Not only are you hot, but you're smart and you remind me of a guy I fell in love with when I was younger. Now come back here and kiss me again. I love the way you kiss."

Having been enjoying it himself, Charlie had no problem picking up where he'd left off. He nibbled on her plump bottom lip then slid his tongue in when she sighed. He framed her face with his hands and set about to seduce her thoroughly. Her moans and sighs only encouraged him and reclining her back against the couch, he propped himself up on one side of her and continued kissing her senseless. Her nails scraped up and down his back, grazing over his tight ass then back up, taking his shirt with her. Taking a moment to pull it off, he lay back down by her side. She admired the nipple ring that he had a dragon's tooth dangling from. Jae scraped her nails across it, sending the tooth swinging, then pulled her own top off, revealing coral tipped breasts that looked to be just the right size to fit in his palm. He decided to test that theory and was rewarded by her eyes closing and her head rolling back on a moan. He played with one nipple while his head lowered to suck and nibble on the other.

With his other hand free, he glided it down the outside of her leg, then back up on the inside. He trailed the back of his fingers up and down her cloth covered slit until she started to wriggle and press herself against his hand. He took his hand away for a moment then both hands returned, sliding her thong down past her skirt, which was on the way to being bunched around her waist anyhow. Charlie then slid down until he was nestled in between her legs, both of which were now atop his shoulders.
He lay there, on his stomach, and began licking up and down her pussy, nibbling on her throbbing clit. He then began fingering her in earnest, not laying off his oral ministrations until she came, flooding his mouth.

While she lay there, recovering, he assisted her in the removal of her skirt while he took off his jeans and shoes. At a word from her, he picked her up and carried her into her bedroom, which he saw was done in a black and gold motif. After laying her back on the mattress, he crawled onto the bed after her. Ranging over her, he looked down, smiling, then kissed her hard while sliding into her hot wet sheath. He groaned at the liquid velvet engulfing him, but was determined to last more than a few

moments...he wanted to enjoy this. He stroked slowly and firmly until Jae started thrusting her hips up at him, demanding more. Obliging, he started fucking her hard and fast, then pulled out and flipped her over onto all fours. He slid back in and gripped her hips, while pushing her legs out a bit more for a deeper angle. He kept slamming in and out until she came with a cry and he followed soon afterwards. After laying there for a bit to recover, Jae got up to go clean up in the bathroom, and Charlie took the respite to mutter a quick cleansing spell. She came back, her hair soft around her face, but there was sadness in her eyes.

"Thank you for a lovely night, but I don't think I'm ready for overnight guests just yet."

Charlie kissed her on the cheek. "I get it. Just give me a call sometime, if you'd like."

"I'll be sure to do that," Jae replied softly, as she walked him to the door.

Chapter 2

She didn't. In fact, when Charlie went by her apartment sometime later that month, her landlady told him Jae had moved out with no forwarding address. So, having no luck finding either her or Hermione, he just decided to go back to enjoying the rest of his vacation. He came back to work to find one of the Hungarian Horntails had decided to trash her habitat, so he was busy from the moment he got back. He quickly got back into the swing of things, not really noting the passage of time until one
day when he got a surprise owl from his mother. She informed him that Hermione had recently been seen back in the Wizarding World again. She apparently had married at some point, since she had a small son now. Interested in seeing how she'd been, since he'd been unable to find her three years ago now, Charlie made arrangements to come home for the holidays for this year.

The first person he saw when he got home was his baby sister, now big as a house with her first baby with Harry. She gave Charlie a big hug and told him about how she'd been.

"Oh, and Harry and I ran into Hermione and had her come by with her son for dinner tonight," Ginny said with a smile. "Draco's just the cutest tyke!"

Charlie had visions of a towheaded youngster. "She married Malfoy? I thought they hated each other."

Ginny laughed, eyes shining. "No, silly. Draco's with Ron. I thought for sure we'd told you when they got together."

"Er, no. So, why name him Draco then?"

"Dunno. She wouldn't tell me. Maybe you can ask her later."

"I'll be sure to do that."

*****

He forgot to when Hermione came in leading the toddler by the hand, looking, if anything, more luscious. Motherhood obviously agreed with her; it had given her more curves to offset her curls that now bounced around her shoulders. She greeted everyone in turn with kisses and hugs, introducing her son, who was goggle-eyes at all the new people. But her smile dimmed when she caught sight of Charlie.

"When did you get back? Last I heard, you were wrestling dragons by the Russian steppes," she asked him.

"I just got back. So how are things for you? Married?" he queried, looking for a ring.

"No, just me and Draco. He's strong and so am I," she responded, her chin high in defiance.

After dinner, Hermione put Draco to bed under Ginny's watchful eye and went out for a walk. Charlie soon caught up to her with the explanation that Molly hadn't wanted her to wander alone, what with the way the forest around the Burrow had grow in the past few years. This was partially true- his mother had shoved him out the door with hissed instructions to find out what was going on with Hermione. But Charlie wasn't foolish enough to think she wanted to hear that.

"So, how long have you been back?"

Hermione glanced over at him momentarily then looked up at the stars. "I came back just before Draco was born, so about two years or so."

"So where's the father then? Don't you think he might care?"

"I doubt it. That and I lost contact with him by the time I knew I was pregnant," Hermione replied.

"I was actually meaning your son. How could I know about his father?"

Hermione smirked, then jumped when a nightflyer came out to feed. She stumbled back into Charlie, who grabbed her by the shoulders to steady her.

"Hermione, don't you-" he began as something on her wrist started flashing.

"Oh, that's Draco. This indicator means he's awake again. I've got to get back; he probably wants his nappy changed."

"I can help if you want. As second eldest of seven, I do believe I've had a little practice."

Hermione chuckled and agreed.

*****

It was while helping her change her son that Charlie started noticing things, like the way Draco would tilt his head to the side to look at the nappy in Charlie's hand. When he held the boy up so Hermione could clean him up, Draco grabbed a hold of Charlie's earring. As he went to extract his jewelry from the tiny fist, he noticed a tiny star shaped birthmark on the back of the child's hand. He went to ask Hermione about it, but she smiled, took Draco, and thanked him for his help.

"I really should be going. Thank your mother for a wonderful meal, but I really need to get Draco home," she said and apparated home.

*****

He stuck around the Burrow for a couple more days, but Hermione sent to reply to his owl. At this point, he asked Ginny for Hermione's address. He apparated a few blocks away from her house, mainly to give himself time to organize his thoughts. He knocked on the door, but when Hermione saw it was him, she tried to slam the door, but he wedged his foot in the door, and put his palm up on the door jab for good measure.

"Hermione, we need to talk."

"No we don't," she said, finally giving up on the struggle, letting go of the door and running towards the stairs.

Charlie was across the room in two strides and had her by the arm. He pushed her up against a nearby wall, and stood over her, fire in his eyes.

"Why didn't you fucking tell me? Did you think I wouldn't be able to tell?"

"I was hoping-"

"Hoping what? That I would stand by and not lift a hand to help MY SON?!?" he stormed.

"Why not?" Hermione shot back, matching him for volume. "You left me alone after Remus died! I asked you to come visit, but you were BUSY!"

"So, because I care about my dragons, you think I wouldn't take care of the woman I love and any children we might have?" Charlie yelled, then stared at her, unable to process what he'd just said.

Hermione was shocked too, but recovered enough to grab his head and kiss him hard. The floodgates unleashed, Charlie slammed her back against the wall again, attacking her body with tongue and teeth. Where the last time between them had been warm and gentle, this time they were both fierce and on fire. Her head rolled back and his mouth found her pulse, sucking on her neck like candy. He bit it lightly as her nails scratched along his back. Wasting no time with pleasantries, he muttered a spell that got rid of their clothes. He braced her legs on his hips and plunged in, pleased to note their heated words had had the same effect on both of them. She clung to him as the frenzied pace increased until they came, their cries mingling.

Hermione dropped her head onto his shoulder, then, noticing the still open door, waved her hand to close it. Draco began to cry upstairs as Charlie leaned his head against the wall and waited for his heartbeat to calm.

"So, what do you say we go upstairs and start the rest of our lives together?"

"Sounds like a great idea," Hermione said with a smile.