Changing Charlie Weasley

Chapter One

Hermione Granger sat in her tiny bed in her tiny dorm room, looking down at the Muggle contraption that would ultimately decide her fate.

It had been nearly half an hour since she'd sealed her fate by buying it. It had been another twenty before she decided to actually take it out of the box. And another eight since she took it into the bathroom. And here she sat, waiting.

And waiting.

And waiting some more.

The timer next to her bed rang. She nearly jumped out of her skin, she wasn't expecting that. With a gulp, the young witch raised her trembling fingers holding the pregnancy test to her face.

One word. "Yes."

Shit.

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Ginny screamed. Hermione cried. And Lavender looked just plain shocked.

"Hermione Jane Granger!" Ginny yelled. "How in the bloody fuck could you be pregnant?"

"Why didn't you tell us you had sex?" Lavender asked with pure confusion. "I thought it wouldn't have happened for ten more years."

"Shut up, Lav," the twenty two year old ginger haired witch snapped. "Hermione, do you even know whose baby it is?"

Hermione nodded, the tears running down her face. "Well, then, who?" Ginny asked in a quieter voice.

Hermione tried to speak, but the words were stuck in her throat. She tried again, but barely made a sound. She closed her eyes, took a small breathe, and, barely audible, whispered, "Charlie."

Ginny's face grew from anger to shock. Lavender had to suppress a scream. "Charlie Weasley? My brother?" Ginny said in a small voice.

Hermione nodded again.

"Why didn't you tell me you slept with him?" Ginny whispered.

"It was only one time," Hermione squeaked.

"God damn it Hermione, it only takes one time!" Lavender nearly yelled. Ginny hit her with a pillow. "Sorry," Lavender said in a smaller voice. "But Hermione, do you know what this means?"

Hermione gulped. "It means I'm having a baby, Lav."

"Not only that, you might not be allowed to finish your Healer schooling." Ginny nodded and added, "This is serious, Hermione. Have you even told Charlie yet?"

Hermione shook her head. "He's not back from Wales yet." Charlie Weasley was a well-known Quidditch player for the Caerphilly Catapults in Wales, and came back for monthly visits at the Burrow, though he hadn't been back in about two months, which was the last time Hermione saw him.

Which was when she became pregnant.

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Charlie Weasley groaned as he sat up in bed. The pretty blonde witch next to him was snoring softly, her golden locks splayed all around the bed. His owl had woken him up, carrying a letter marked, Charlie Weasley-Urgent.

He stretched and sighed as he slowly made his way over to the owl. He snatched the letter from the unfamiliar pretty brown owl, which nipped at his fingers. Sighing, he found a treat in the messy room and fed it to the owl. The owl hooted at him and nudged his finger, telling him to open the letter.

Charlie scowled at it. He carefully ran his finger along the thick top and grabbed the letter. It read,

Charlie,

I hoped this reached you in time before you went back to Romania for the off season of Quidditch. Something extremely urgent has come up. I need to see you immediately, and I mean immediately. This is an emergency. Please meet me at the café in Diagon Alley for lunch at 12:30 today.

Hermione.

Charlie groaned. "Shit," he muttered to himself. The young witch probably thought they were together after their little one night stand two months ago. He had to break it to her immediately that he just needed a nice shag, and she was the only one around at the time. Charlie ran a hand through his messy hair and looked at the clock. 11:30.

Shit.

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Hermione nervously ran a hand through her smoothed out hair. Her normally wild auburn curls had been tamed down to soft ringlets, thanks to Lavender. Her makeup was minimal, mainly because she usually had allergic reactions to it. She wore a cowl necked white sweater and dark straight legged jeans paired with a pair of black ballet flats. Her fingers twisted nervously underneath the small table in the café.

She heard the door chime. Her head snapped up, and she immediately drew in her breathe. Charlie stood in the entrance, wearing a white button up shirt and a pair of faded blue jeans. He said something to the pretty hostess, who giggled and pointed in Hermione's direction. Hermione looked down and gulped as he sat down in the chair across from her.

"Hello, Hermione," he said in a soft voice. She looked up.

"Hello, Charlie."

A middle-aged waitress stopped by to get their drink orders. "I'll have a bourbon," Charlie said gruffly.

The woman made a note with her quill. "And for you, ma'am?"

"Water with lemon, please," Hermione said quietly. The witch nodded and walked off.

"No drink?" Charlie said in a low voice with a raise of eyebrows. From what he remembered, she quite liked her wine.

She glared at him. "No," she said in an abrupt voice, which caused Charlie to raise his eyebrows even more.

"So to what pleasure do I owe this lovely visit?" Charlie asked.

Hermione reached into her purse and pulled out a small box. Charlie stared at it quizzically. She slid it across the table to him. He opened it and held up the small pregnancy test.

"What the bloody hell is this?"

"What do you think it is Charlie?" Hermione snapped. "It's a pregnancy test."

"And whose is it?"

"Who do you think? It's mine."

Charlie wordlessly glanced down at it. It had one word on it. 'Yes.'

"Are you shitting me?" His blood was beginning to boil.

"Why would I lie about a pregnancy, Charlie?" Her voice was quiet.

"So you're seriously pregnant?" Charlie's voice was much louder than hers.

A tear trickled down her cheek. "Yes."

"Whose is it?"

"Yours."

Charlie was speechless, except for one word. "Shit." He took out a twenty, slammed it down on the table, and stormed out, leaving Hermione and her unborn baby alone at the table.

Author's note: Well, that was nice, wasn't it? Yes, I know, Charlie is a bit of an arse in this one, but he needed to be for the plot plan. But don't worry, Ginny and Lavender approach him about it in the next chapter, which will hopefully be up in a few days.

Thanks to all who read, and please leave a review!

P.S. Chapter Title taken from Carolina Liar's 'Show Me What I'm Looking For.'