A/N: Another Tumblr Drabble Prompt Game creation. Hope you like it.
Quiet as a Mouse
Hermione looked up at a light tap on her shoulder, blinking owlishly in the dim light of the library at Grimmauld Place.
"Charlie?" she asked, her eyes settling on the man who'd distrubed her.
"Can I have a word, Hermione?" Charlie asked, though Hermione noted when she glanced around in surprise that everyone else already seemed to have cleared out of the library and the door was closed. They were very much alone.
"I... sure," Hermione said, closing her book and sitting up a little straighter in her chair. "What is it?"
Charlie frowned at her for a moment before sitting in the armchair opposite the one she occupied. Hermione watched him, noting the way the light dancing in the fireplace glinted off the red of his hair and cast his freckled skin in shadow.
"You're not as quiet as you think you are, you know?" Charlie said, cutting right to the chase, as he was so wont to do. Hermione typically admired him for it. His blunt honesty and his unwillingness to pussyfoot around a subject was one of the things she found most attractive about him.
"I beg you pardon?" Hermione asked, frowning in confusion.
"In your room," Charlie clarified. "After everyone's asleep. You aren't as quiet as you think you are, Hermione."
Hermione blinked at him, trying to figure out what he meant. Charlie inclined his head slightly and simply raised one eyebrow at her, watching her with that intense gaze of his that so often seemed to set ablaze to her knickers. Her eyes widened as comprehension dawned and Hermione cheeks flushed crimson. Oh no. He couldn't mean... could he? Surely he couldn't have her heard when all the lights were off and she indulged in easing the heat he so inspired between her legs every day with his general presence. Surely he couldn't have heard her getting off to thoughts of him when everyone else was asleep.
"I... I don't know what you mean," Hermione tried to maintain her compsoure, though suddenly her hands were sweaty and shaking, and her voice wobbled and she had to clear her throat numerous times. All she wanted to do was get up and run from the room.
"Don't bullshit me, Hermione," Charlie argued, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees to stare at her all the more intensely. Damn him and his stare! No one had a right to be able to unravel her so easily with nothing more than a look.
"I'm not... I..."
"Hermione," Charlie insisted, and he raised both eyebrows now, his expression fierce. She knew he didn't like being lied to. She knew alot about Charlie Weasley, actually. "I've heard you. I don't know if you leave your window open, or if you're doing it for my benefit, or if you truly don't realise how loud you are. But when you moan like that and call out my name, it's hard not to hear you."
"Oh my god," Hermione breathed, wondering why it suddenly sounded like the ocean was rushing and crashing in her ears. "Oh my god... You... you heard that?"
"I hear it every night," Charlie said quietly.
Hermione gasped, dropping her book to the floor and covering her face with her hands. She wanted to run. She wanted to get up and run away as fast as she could, and she didn't want to stop running until she would never have to look him in the eye ever again, because how was she every supposed to live something like this down?
"You're embarrassed," he deduced, and damn him to the deepest pits of hell for sounding so reasonable about it all. She couldn't believe he had the gall to even bring it up. This was torturous.
"I am so sorry," she blurted out, unsure what else she was supposed to say, assuming he'd brought it up because it was making him uncomfortable. God, he must imagine her to be the biggest pervert to ever live. What a creep he must think her, laying in her bed at night with her fingers at work inside herself and thinking of him and calling out his name. Dear Merlin, have mercy and strike her down now so she wouldn't have to see his face again.
"I didn't bring it up to embarrass you or shame you, Hermione," Charlie told her quietly and Hermione stopped, her breath catching in her throat as she lifted her face from her hands to meet his gaze.
He had leaned even closer now, and there was a huskiness in his voice that she hadn't heard before.
"Oh?" she asked, terrified to think what other reason he might've had to bring it up, and hoping to hell that it would be something pleasant and nothing embarrassing.
"You always think of me when you do that?" he asked, raising his eyebrows, and there was a seriousness to his tone that made her think he wasn't asking simply for the sake of teasing her.
"Um... I... usually," Hermione admitted, though she stammered over the truth of it and her heart was hammering her ribcage like it was a bookie collecting a debt.
"You ever think about coming upstairs to my room, rather than playing by yourself?" he asked and good Lord, was it even legal for one man to be so intense and so handsome at the same time?
"I... Um... would that have... erm..." Hermione stammered. "I wouldn't have wanted to disturb your sleep, and I didn't think you... erm... were aware of my existence, actually."
Charlie held her gaze in silence for a long, tense minute; his eyes searching her face as though he was trying to figure out if she was being genuine or simply being self-deprecating in her embarrassment.
"Hermione, the only thing better than being woken to the sounds of you moaning my name would be being woken for the sake of causing you to moan my name that way," he told her quietly and Hermione was horrified when an actual whimper escaped her throat at the intensity of his stare and the depth of his sincerity.
"Oh my god," she breathed shakily, squeezing her legs together on the pulse of desire pounding between them like, boom, boom, boom in time with her racing heart. Was she dreaming? She must be dreaming.
"That is," Charlie went on. "Assuming you want company in those moments? Some people don't."
A slightly hysterical laugh escaped her and Hermione clapped her hand over her mouth to muffle it.
"I... um... company would be preferable," she managed after she'd controlled herself.
Sweet merlin, the slow, smouldering smile that spread across his face sizzled through her pscyhe like wildfire.
"Are you busy now?" he asked, leaning back a little in his armchair and reaching for her with one hand, inviting her into his lap.
"Oh my god," Hermione breathed again, and she tripped on the book she had dropped in her haste to accept his hand and climb into his lap, straddling him readily. "Oh my god."
Charlie began to laugh huskily. "Already got you calling out for a deity, and I haven't even laid a hand on you yet, koroleva."
"Oh my god," Hermione repeated and Charlie laughed as he cupped her cheek and tilted her head before claiming her lips for himself.