"Holy hookers, Batman," Harry said as he looked around the crowds along the brightly lit street. "I have never seen so many prostitutes in one place before."
Hermione shot him a weird look. "When have you ever seen a prostitute before?"
Harry paused. "Well, never. But I stand by what I said."
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Can we stop somewhere and rest for a bit? My feet are getting tired."
Ginny glanced over at her. "But, Hermione! There's still so much to see! And we still haven't found that drag queen competition that one woman was talking about!"
"That wasn't a woman," Charlie pointed out. "And why exactly are we going to a drag queen competition?"
"Because it sounds like fun!" Ginny exclaimed. She turned to Harry. "Don't you think it sounds like fun?"
Harry blinked. "Er…"
Hermione chuckled and shook her head. She had to admit that Las Vegas certainly lived up to its reputation. Harry had won a trip for four to Las Vegas through a raffle held at the Ministry where he worked as an Auror-in-training. Not really knowing who else to take along with himself and Ginny, he invited Charlie and Hermione to go with them. Hermione jumped at the chance to go on vacation, as a bit of rest and relaxation with a side of sightseeing seemed to be in order.
Charlie smiled as he gestured to a fast food restaurant across the street. "You guys go and see the drag queens. I'll be with Hermione getting some food over there."
Hermione smiled gratefully at him as he led her across the street, weaving through the crowd of hookers, drag queens, tourists, and Elvis impersonators. He squeezed her hand and pulled her a bit closer to him protectively as an obviously drunk man streaked down the street, raving like a lunatic. Once they were safely across the street, Hermione let herself meet Charlie's glance and laugh.
The seats inside the fast food restaurant were rather uncomfortable, but Hermione supposed that they were like that for a reason. She'd read somewhere that fast food places would often have uncomfortable seating to dissuade customers from loitering for extended periods of time.
She glanced around while Charlie ordered for them at the counter. She was pretty sure that there was some sort of drug deal going on in one brightly lit 'secluded' corner, so didn't let her gaze linger there for long. Not far from the drug deal, there was a normal looking couple with a little boy who was staring slack-jawed at a female impersonator a couple of tables over. At another table there was a group of Elvis impersonators downing cheeseburgers at a rapid rate. One of them had a giant auburn afro, which she was pretty sure the real Elvis never had. She hoped that her unborn child wouldn't have a similar afro, although with her bushy hair and Charlie's red hair, anything was possible.
Charlie came back to their table, balancing a number of paper bags on a plastic tray. "I ordered to go," he said, setting the tray down on the table. "I figured you'd be hungry, so I ordered one of everything off the menu."
Hermione gaped at him. "Charlie! I can't eat that much!"
He raised an eyebrow and placed a hand on her swollen belly. "You seem to forget that our son is a Weasley. Trust me when I say you'll be thanking me later."
Hermione rolled her eyes. It was true that she was eating a lot more now than she had been before she was pregnant, but that was to be expected. She was eating for two, after all. "I'm fully aware of the eating habits of you Weasley men. However, our daughter is a girl, and does not require enough junk food to feed a small army."
"There's not that much here," Charlie protested, sitting down across from her. "There's only about a couple dozen things on the menu, and that's counting things like fries and onion rings. And our son hasn't had anything to eat for four hours. Even if you're not that hungry, he will be."
"Where are the onion rings?" Hermione asked, looking into one of the bags. "And please tell me there's a milkshake somewhere. Our daughter wants a strawberry milkshake."
Charlie moved a couple of bags on the tray to find a cup of the aforementioned treat. He handed it to her. "I guess our son takes after me, then. Mum told me how she couldn't get enough strawberry milkshakes when she was expecting me."
Hermione scoffed as she pulled the onion rings out of a bag. "You mean our daughter takes after me. My mother craved all things strawberry with me."
Charlie chuckled. "Whatever you say, Hermione," he said as he grabbed a cheeseburger from one of the bags. "And Daniel will need more than onion rings and a milkshake."
Hermione gave him a confused look. "Who's Daniel?"
"Our son," he said before taking a bite of his cheeseburger.
She chuckled. "How deluded you are. Our daughter's name is Elizabeth."
"Good thing we're having a son, then," Charlie said.
"Are you two still on about that?" Ginny asked as she approached their table, Harry in tow. "Ooh, free food!"
Charlie frowned as Ginny grabbed a bag and looked through it. "Get your own food!"
Ginny rolled her eyes as she sat down at the table. "Please. You're only here because Harry invited you. The least you can do to thank him is give us free food."
"I can get us something, Gin," Harry said, still standing by the table. "It's no problem."
Ginny turned to him. "Since my brother was kind enough to get us food, it would be a shame to pass it up."
Hermione chuckled as Harry reluctantly sat down. "It's fine, Charlie," she said. "Even between us, there isn't any way that we could eat everything here."
"See?" Ginny smiled at Charlie. "Waste not, want not."
Charlie shrugged. "Couldn't find the competition?"
"To get there, we would need to pass some naked guy getting arrested," Harry said. "I get enough of that as an Auror."
Hermione raised an eyebrow. "You have to arrest drunk naked men?"
Harry shook his head. "No. Most of the time they're sober. It still baffles me how someone who's naked can hide a wand, but I'm probably better off not knowing."
Hermione nodded in agreement as she ate her double bacon cheeseburger.
After the group devoured most of the food, the two couples opted to go their separate ways for the evening. That suited Hermione just fine. She wasn't too terribly interested in bar-hopping or checking out the casinos like Ginny and Harry were, preferring instead to just quietly stroll down and see what sort of shops there were.
Hermione smiled as she walked down the street, Charlie's arm around her protectively. She figured that they were in a seedier section of Las Vegas, if the number of gun shops, adult novelty stores, and bars were any indication of. That wasn't all they passed by, though. There were also the usual department stores, jewelry stores, and the occasional florist. She passed by a few bookstores that she wanted to go back to the next day.
"I wonder if there's a magical side to Las Vegas," she mused out loud as they passed a metaphysical store that displayed wares like crystals, tarot cards, and books in the window.
"Possibly," Charlie replied. "A bloke I knew from the reserve in Romania was from America. Texas, to be precise. He'd gone on a road trip across America, and told me that a lot of the big cities had magical sides to them. He said that usually the shops were clustered together in one large building called a 'mall', but sometimes there'd be shops scattered throughout the Muggle city, like in New Orleans. I suppose there might be a few shops here, but I'd say it's more likely that Los Angeles or San Francisco has the bulk of the community for the west coast. Larger populations, as opposed to a bunch of tourists."
"Do you miss it? The reservation, I mean?" Hermione asked as they passed a deli.
Charlie paused. "I don't mind working at the joke shop. It's just…" He let his voice trail off.
"You'd rather work with dragons," Hermione said, not even questioning it. She knew that Charlie had quit his job at the dragon reservation in Romania and moved back to England to be closer to his family after the war had ended. He'd struggled to find a job that held his interest, but came up short. His most recent endeavor was at George's joke shop, taken after he was fired from his job at the Ministry. Hermione supposed that was her fault, as she went to Charlie's office during her lunch break to have sex with him. Unfortunately, his boss had walked by Charlie's office and saw them through the window. Harry had been unfortunate enough to catch them in the act as well.
Charlie nodded reluctantly. "There's a reserve in Wales. It's not as big as the one in Romania, but…" He shook his head. "I don't mind working at George's shop. Well, just so long as I'm not used as a test subject." He paused, looking at a building across the street. "We never did come up with a wedding date, did we?"
Hermione glanced at him. "Not unless 'after our daughter's born' counts."
"Our son, you mean," Charlie said. "And we only said that to get my mum to stop planning our wedding. She's not here, though." He gestured across the street.
Hermione followed his gaze, her eyes widening as she saw he was pointing at a wedding chapel. "Your mother will kill us if we elope."
Charlie laughed. "She's hardly one to talk about eloping. She and dad eloped right out of Hogwarts, and then Bill was born in November. We'll just tell her that we're following in her footsteps."
She looked back at him. "But would it even be legal? We're not even citizens of this country."
Charlie smirked. "All we'd have to do is turn the paperwork in to the Ministry when we return, and it would be viewed as legal. What do you say?"
"I say that you're crazy," Hermione said. She smiled. "But you're crazy in a good way." Taking his hand, she led him across the street.
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For the fifth time since they had stepped into the elevator that would take them back to their hotel room, Hermione admired the sparkling ring on her finger. It was a simple diamond flanked by two smaller diamonds set on a delicate pale gold band. They had taken a detour to a jewelry store to replace the cheap plastic rings they'd been given at the chapel.
Hermione gazed affectionately at her new husband, who wore a matching band of pale gold. "Do you think Harry and Ginny are back at the room yet?"
"Who cares?" Charlie said as he held her in his arms. The elevator dinged, and the doors opened. They stepped out, walking towards their room.
Their hotel room was more like a suite. Upon entering the room, one passed through a foyer into a 'common room' with leather couches, armchairs, a giant television set, and a small refrigerator and mini-bar. On either side of the room, there were doors that led to the bedrooms.
Charlie stopped in front of the door, pausing only to unlock it and open it slightly before turning to her. "Shall we?"
Hermione smiled and leaned in to kiss Charlie. "Unless you want to take me here, let's go in," she murmured against his lips.
Charlie smirked. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Before waiting for a reply, he bent down and picked her up.
"Charlie!" she squealed. "What are you doing?"
"Carrying you across the threshold," he said matter-of-factly as he nudged the door the rest of the way open with his foot. "It's tradition."
"I'm too heavy!" Hermione protested as he held her in his arms bridal style.
Charlie smirked. "Hermione. I worked on a dragon reservation for nine years. Trust me when I say that you're nowhere near as heavy as some of the people I've had to carry to the closest medical tent."
Hermione decided that her protests were useless as he carried her inside their hotel room. She supposed that he might have a point, as his muscles indicated that he'd done quite a bit of heavy lifting on a regular basis in the past.
Charlie kicked the door closed behind him, and walked through the foyer to set her down on one of the couches in the 'common room' of their suite. He barely had the chance to sit down next to her before she practically crawled into his lap.
Hermione pulled at the hem of his shirt, trying to pull it off him. "You know what else is tradition, don't you?"
He smiled as his shirt found its way to the floor. "Making birds explode?" he asked, already working on unbuttoning her blouse. As she paused to give him an odd look, he chuckled. "I heard that's what happens if they eat uncooked rice."
Hermione just shook her head and slowly kissed a trail down his chest. "Guess again," she murmured, trying to unzip his jeans with one hand. Charlie's eyes fluttered closed as she lightly sucked on one of his nipples while she used her free hand to play with his other nipple.
"Unfair," Charlie protested. "You're still fully dressed, and you'll have me naked soon."
Hermione picked her head up slightly and smiled. Since he was unable to reach her blouse to continue unbuttoning it, she decided that to make things a bit more fair, she would help him out by removing it herself. It barely had the time to hit the floor before she was licking at his chest again.
Charlie moaned as she unbuttoned the top button of his jeans. She reached her hand into his pants, massaging his bulge through the fabric of his boxer shorts.
"I thought you hated foreplay," Charlie murmured.
She picked her head up again. "Now who's impatient?" She was about to start sucking at his nipple again when she noticed what was printed on his boxer shorts. "Spongebob," she said flatly. "You're wearing Spongebob Squarepants boxers."
Charlie smiled widely. "For now. I'm sure my boxers will be joining my shirt on the floor soon enough."
Hermione sighed and shook her head, tickling him with her hair. She smirked as he squirmed under her. "While I could worry about you longer, I do have to agree that I am rather anxious for you to perform your husbandly duties. I suppose I'm wearing far too many clothes for that, though."
Charlie quirked an eyebrow. "'Husbandly duties'?"
"Hopefully of the multi-orgasmic kind," she replied, smiling.
Charlie smirked. "You really are insatiable." He shifted under her, moving his hands along the waistline of her shorts. "But who am I to complain?"
Hermione kissed him, moving to let him pull down her shorts. She wanted to ask him whether they should move to the floor or remain on the couch, but didn't really want to break their kiss. As Charlie's fingers teased her along the edges of her wet knickers, she found that it wasn't really that important where they were, just so long as he was inside her. She made sure that he knew that, reaching a hand into his boxer shorts to stroke his length.
Charlie moaned with pleasure, pausing slightly in his ministrations to pull down her knickers. He tried to pull back to say something, but Hermione placed a hand behind his head to keep him from doing so. Sometimes he just talked too much.
Her knickers were soon kicked off onto the floor, and Charlie's fingers began moving inside her. Hermione moaned, wanting more. She moved her hands to pull down his boxer shorts, letting his erection spring free from the confines of the fabric. She held his hard cock in her hand, lining it up with her opening as she straddled his lap.
"I want you now," she whispered breathily as she broke the kiss. Breathing was necessary, after all. She closed her eyes as he slid his hands along her body, teasing her hardened nipples with the pad of his thumbs.
She slowly slid down on him, taking his engorged member inside her. She moaned at the feeling of fullness within her. Slowly, she rocked her hips against his while moving her hands along his chest.
"You wanted to take me right there in the street, didn't you?" Charlie murmured as he thrust inside her most delightfully. "Maybe take you in the alley like I did that one time."
Hermione moaned, feeling the pressure begin to swell within her. "It was more than just that one time," she reminded, moving down to feel as much of him inside her as possible.
Charlie chuckled, thrusting inside her deeply. "I'm going to take you to a crowded restaurant sometime. Somewhere nice and fancy. I'll take you on top of the table where everyone can see us. I know what a naughty exhibitionist you can be."
"Gods…" Hermione panted. "Charlie…"
"We'll get kicked out," he continued. "And then I'll take you right in front. You'll scream my name for the world to hear, because you like being loud."
Their bodies moved together in rhythm. Behind her closed eyelids, Hermione could see stars as he kept hitting her in just the right spot. Charlie moved one of his hands between them, teasing her clit with his thumb. It was getting to be almost too much…
"We might be arrested," Charlie murmured, increasing the speed of his thrusts. "If we are, you'll straddle me in the back seat of the police car. Give the officers quite a show, I expect." He started kissing her along the side of her neck. "Maybe I should get a uniform like that someday. Arrest you for being such a kinky, naughty girl."
She cried out his name as the pleasure she felt became too much and she went over the edge. "Charlie!" she screamed, her muscles contracting around him.
"That's right, scream my name," he said, continuing to thrust inside her as she climaxed around him. "It sounds ever so sexy when you scream it like that."
Hermione kissed him again as he continued to move inside her. She moaned into his mouth as he continued to hit just the right spot with careful precision. She could sense that he was getting close to the edge by the way his muscles were tightening underneath her. She moved her arms around him, clinging on to him as he continued to thrust inside her.
"Come with me," he murmured against her lips. He gently rubbed and teased her clit with fingers that felt far too good to be legal, and Hermione could feel another climax building inside her. As he teased her nipples with the fingers of his other hand, she knew she wouldn't be able to hold out much longer.
"Charlie," she moaned as his thrusts became more desperate. Her muscles clamped around him tightly as she came to her second climax, calling out his name as he spilled his seed inside her.
She held onto him as they rode their orgasms together, lightly kissing the side of his neck and taking in his masculine scent. They remained in the same position once their orgasms came to an end, spent and not wanting to move.
"Are my 'husbandly duties' up to par in the esteemed former Miss Granger's eyes?" Charlie murmured as he held her close.
Hermione smiled. "They are," she said. "But I think we need more practice."
Charlie chuckled. "I'm sure I can oblige you."
Hermione just smiled as she held on to him, not wanting to move from where she was. As content as she was, though, her eyes quickly widened as she realized that they weren't the only ones in the room.
"Do either of you want anything to drink?" Ginny asked as she stood near the bar, looking through the bottles of various alcoholic beverages. "Harry and I always get thirsty after sex, and I think there's some non-alcoholic stuff in the mini-fridge."
Hermione flushed red as she got off Charlie, searching for her clothes on the floor. "We're good. How long have you been there?"
"Long enough," Ginny said, grabbing a few bottles. "Do either of you know if you're supposed to drink the worm in the bottles of tequila, or is it just there for decorative purposes?"
Hermione quickly put her shirt on as Charlie pulled on his boxers. "I'm not quite sure…"
Ginny shrugged and walked towards the door to her room. "Oh, well. Maybe I'll have Harry drink it and see what happens. 'Night, you guys. Mum's going to kill you for eloping, but you probably already knew that." She went back into her room, closing and locking the door behind her.
Hermione exchanged a glance with Charlie, who shrugged.
"We've still got a few days of vacation left," he said. Pointing to the door to their room, he smiled. "Shall we practice?"
Hermione laughed. "And you accuse me of being insatiable."
He smirked. "Just fulfilling my duties, ma'am."
Not bothering to gather her clothes, she led him to their bedroom.