Ahh, the joy of another challenge. This time it is a chaptered one guys! Be excited because I sure am!

I am also nervous though, I hope you all like it!

This one is written for the Nine Months of Murder Challenge, challenged by Dream-Like-State.

Disclaimer ~ I own nothing, I hardly even own the plot idea as it was a challenge. JK Rowling owns the characters. Dream-Like-State owns the challenge. I own the creativity? :)

Enjoy!

Did You Know I Am A Witch?

"Another bottle of firewhiskey," The brunette who sat at a stool in an emptying bar drawled. She was of an average height and body weight, nothing about her seemed special. Her hair was bushy and seemingly unmanageable. Her facial features were of the average standard. Her eyes were a plain brown color, utterly dulled and clouded with the alcohol that ran through her system. She was completely inebriated.

The bartender looked at her through sorrowful bright blue eyes. What had happened to such a brilliant young witch to make her turn to bottles of firewhiskey to rid her problems of her for at least a night? The war was over, she should be at home, hosting a dinner for her best friends in celebration and in the hope of the newfound futures they shared.

"I'm going to have to cut you off for tonight Miss Granger, you've had one bottle too many." He said. "Do you have anyone to take you home Miss Granger? I don't think it is wise for you to apparate by yourself in this condition."

He watched as she stood on shaky legs, "No, nooooooo Mr. Aberforth, sir, I'll get home juuuuuuust fine." She fell over onto the floor and began to laugh uncontrollably, "I just fell on me bum!" She began to sing about landing on her bum in a terribly high-pitched voice that imitated a pirate accent.

He walked out from behind the bar and gently grabbed her arms to assist her with the task of standing up. He walked her outside, all the while she was still singing. He locked up the bar for the night, she had been his last patron anyways, and apparated to the only place he could think to take her.

The Potter household was out; he knew that the Potters were out on a honeymoon, celebrating their new union. Therefore, the only logical place to take her was her red headed friend's home; the Burrow.

He walked the girl up to the front door and knocked upon it loudly. He heard shuffling feet inside and heard a gruff voice say, "Who is it?"

"Aberforth and the Granger girl." He replied.

"Okay, answer me this, Aberforth, what is Hermione's favorite book?"

"Granger, what's yer favorite book?" He nudged her.

She giggled shrilly and screamed, "HOGWARTS, A HISTORY!" She began to giggle again and said breathlessly, "Hey, hey, did you know, I am a witch? I can do magic. I learned it at Hogwarts. It's a school you know. They teach magic." She whispered the last part, conveying the utmost secrecy.

"Oh really, Granger? What a concept!" He said sarcastically then yelled at the door, "Weasley, let us in. Granger is smashed out of her mind and she needs a place ta stay, she can't stay in my bar all night, she'd just drink all of my firewhiskey." He said rapidly, wanting to dispose of the drunken girl and go to sleep.

He heard several locks click and the door was opened. Warm light spilled out of the room onto himself and Hermione. He grabbed her arm again and started to walk her into the room. When they got through the doorway, the Weasley boy locked the door again and turned to face them.

Charlie realized that it truly was Hermione and Aberforth and quickly unlocked the locks to let them in. Even after the war there were Death Eaters about, the need for protection was still present. After they stepped inside, he quickly locked the doors again. He turned around to Hermione giggle and say, "You know, he dumped me. Just dumped me. All because of some other woman. He had another woman." At this point she was screeching and tears began to leak from her eyes.

"Imma take myself down to Ginbo's room and just crash there, kay?" She said, tears still streaking down her face. She turned a bit too suddenly and she began too fall. Stepping forward quickly, Charlie caught the too frail woman in his arms. Instead of allowing her to stand, he gathered her in his arms and said, "Thanks for bringing her here Aberforth. If you hear from Ron in the next few days, please don't tell him about tonight. You can use the floo if you'd like."

"Not a problem, Charlie. Let's make sure she doesn't make a habit of nights like these, hmm." Charlie watched Aberforth step into the fireplace, announce Hog's Head, throw down a handful of Floo Powder, and he was gone.

Aberforth walked out of his fireplace, dusting the soot off of his robes. He thought back to how Charlie had been holding Hermione; bridal style. They would make a good couple, he thought, blue eyes twinkling. He began to get ready for a hearty night of sleep, knowing he made a good decision with entrusting Miss Granger to the steady hands of Charlie Weasley.

Charlie looked down at the now sleeping Hermione Granger. What had happened? He remembered her saying something about someone dumping her. Surely not Ron, he thought, Well who else would it be, you idiot?

Realizing it must have been Ron, he knew he couldn't keep Hermione at the Burrow that night. Tomorrow would be hell if Ron walked into the Burrow looking for Hermione. He walked outside of the Burrow, making sure to lock the for once quiet house up.

He walked outside of the anti-apparation wards and apparated to his house.

Hermione felt the terrible feeling of being squeezed; the feeling of being side-along apparated. She felt herself fall back into unconsciousness. That is, until she felt herself hit a bed gently and her shoes being removed. She looked around and noticed the forest green walls that surrounded her. She looked up and saw stars. She looked down at her feet to see Charlie Weasley removing her shoes.

"Charlie, whatcha doin?" She asked, confused.

"I am removing your shoes so you can sleep Mione."

"Don't call me Mione, he called me Mione." She felt tears well in her eyes.

She didn't realize Charlie had come closer, but suddenly he was sitting at her side on the bed. His calloused hands gently wiped away her tears.

"Mia, if he gave you up for another woman, he is definitely an idiot and you should forget him." He said passionately.

"Thanks." He heard her say softly as she lay back onto his bed.

"Not a problem, Mia." He got up to leave, but felt a jolt of electricity run up his arm, he looked down and found that Hermione was holding it with her small one.

"Charlie, stay." She said commandingly, but he saw the pleading in her eyes.

Did he even have a choice?

"Alright, Mia."

I know the main part was in Aberforth's point of view, but I think he is going to be a fun character to pull into this story!

SO let me know what you think, REVIEW!