A/N: How many Charlie/Hermionefics are there? I meanhonestly, not that many. And mines special becausemine is just that cool.
BTW,Charlie is 24 where as Hermione is 17. I looked it up, I did the math, I hope I'm right. I just felt like mentioning that.
Chemical Reaction
I can't stop thinking about him; I can't stop dreaming about him; I just can't help myself. I'm in love; head-over-heels, take-my-heart-it's-yours, you-have-the-key-to-my-heart love. After all of these years am I finally going to experience the one thing everyone brags about? Am I finally experiencing love?
Of course, who am I kidding? Him? Love me? I thought I was a smart girl but apparently not if I believe those notions.
But I can't help but think that those smiles and winks secretly mean something else.
"You see what I mean?" Hermione Granger exclaimed as she took the diary from her best Muggle friend, Danielle Pembroke.
"Hey! I wasn't done!" Danielle, otherwise known as Dan, said, making a grab for the plain, black diary.
"You aren't reading anything else. I just wanted you to read that one entry so that you fully understand what I'm feeling," Hermione explained as she placed the diary amongst all her other books.
"You're obsessed with him, Hermione," Dan laughed, picking up a brush on her friend's nightstand. She started to brush her long, raven hair as she stared up at Hermione.
"I'm not obsessed with him. If I was obsessed I'd have a lock of his hair and know his exact weight," Hermione retaliated as she sat next to Dan on her bed.
"Please, you probably do have it written down somewhere; that's why you wouldn't let me read the rest of your diary," Dan said sarcastically, rolling her eyes.
"I do not!" Hermione laughed, playfully shoving her friend. "I'm not that obsessed."
Silence filled the room as the two friends got lost in their own thoughts.
"So what's he like?" Dan finally asked.
"He's so sweet and kind. He's really handsome too and is really muscular. His hair is red, shaggy, and I just want to run my fingers through it so bad," Hermione gushed. "He's funny, courageous, and outgoing but looks awkward in certain situations. I could spend all day talking about him."
"Please don't," Dan laughed. "He sounds like a real man."
"Oh he is and so much more," Hermione sighed, leaning back on her bed.
"You are in love Hermione," Dan said in a shocked voice.
"Do you really think so?" Hermione asked, propping herself up on one arm. "You don't think it's a silly crush?"
"Well from what I've read about love in magazines, it sounds like it," Dan shrugged.
"Thanks Dan," Hermione smiled, "that makes me feel much better."
"So how old is he?" Dan questioned.
"He's," Hermione started, looking up at the ceiling of her room, "older," she finally said, feeling that that was the best word to describe him.
Dan looked at her friend strangely as if waiting for her to elaborate but when she didn't, Dan settled for that answer.
"I wish you didn't have to go to boarding school," Dan sighed. "Then we'd be able to do this everyday and not just during the summer."
"Yeah, I miss it too," Hermione said. "But this is going to be my last year so then we'll have all the time in the world."
"Yeah except you aren't going to college like normal people; your stupid school had to offer full college courses and you had to be stupid enough to take them," Dan said.
"Sorry," Hermione blushed. "I'll visit you at college all the time though."
"And you'll go to wild parties with me!" Dan exclaimed as she started to jump up and down on the bed.
"Dan, listen to yourself; me at a wild party? That's like you studying," Hermione laughed. She held up her hands to ward off Dan's playful slap.
"That's mean; I do too study," Dan said defensively. "So when are you going to see this hottie again?" Dan asked, turning the subject away from her studies.
"Next weekend," Hermione said, a smile growing on her lips, "at his brother's wedding."
"You have to let me do your make-up and stuff!" Dan exclaimed. "What are you going to wear?"
Hermione laughed at her friend's enthusiasm. Only she would be excited about getting dressed up, Hermione was only excited about seeing him again.
When Dan was done with Hermione, she was positively glowing. Hermione was wearing at-the-knees, white peasant shirt and a solid reddish-pink tank with lace trimming. Since Hermione didn't wear much make-up, and Dan knew that, she only had a little on which made her natural beauty glow.
The wedding between Bill and Fleur was to take place at the Burrow. It was to be a small wedding in the garden, family and close friends only which included the Weasleys, Hermione, Harry, Remus, and Tonks.
When Hermione reached the house, Harry was leaning against the wall next to the door.
"Harry!" she exclaimed, throwing her arms around him and giving him a peck on the cheek.
"Hey Hermione," Harry said back, hugging her back before letting go. "You might not want to go in there," he warned, gesturing toward the door.
"Why not?" Hermione asked, confused.
"It's a little hectic in there. Mrs. Weasley is enlisting everyone to cook and set up and Fleur can't find her headdress. I slipped out as soon as I could."
"Maybe I'll just stay out here," Hermione laughed. "So how's Bill?"
"He's doing a lot better than the healers said he would," Harry said. "He's got cuts all over him that'll never heal but they aren't that noticeable. The only weird thing is him eating raw meat. Everyone gets sick when they watch him."
"That's good," Hermione said. "Except for the whole raw meat thing."
A loud shout was heard from inside and then the door burst open.
"Hermione!" Ron exclaimed, shocked to see her.
"Hermione's here?" Mrs. Weasley said from inside the house. Mrs. Weasley's head popped out of the door and soon her plump body followed. "Hermione, dear! I'm so glad you could make it," Mrs. Weasley exclaimed, enveloping Hermione into a tight hug. "Come in, come in, no need to stand out here." Mrs. Weasley ushered the three teens inside and to the living room where Remus and Tonks were sitting. "Just sit here, we'll all go outside in a little bit, wouldn't want all of you to sweat to death before the wedding has even started," Mrs. Weasley laughed as she walked out of the living room and upstairs.
The living room was quiet as Hermione sat between Harry and Ron, too close to Ron for comfort. Remus and Tonks were caught in their own little world, looking at each and smiling. Hermione suddenly felt very uncomfortable.
"I'm going to go get a glass of water," Hermione said, standing up from her seat on the couch.
"I'll help," Ron exclaimed, a little too quickly. He popped off the couch and led Hermione to the kitchen. Reluctantly Hermione followed him.
In the kitchen Ron reached up and took a glass out of the cupboard. Just when he was about to fill it with water for Hermione, he was stopped. The glass was frozen in mid-air. Ron wrapped his hands around in an attempt to dislodge it.
"Let go!" Ron exclaimed, pulling on the glass harder.
"Bill wants to talk to you."
Ron and Hermione turned around to see Charlie leaning against the doorway, smirking with his wand raised.
"I'm helping Hermione right now," Ron said, letting go of the glass.
"I'm sure she can get a glass of water by herself, little bro," Charlie said, flicking the wand. The glass moved towards Hermione, bumping her on the arm. She took it, blushing.
Ron left the room, muttering under his breath which left Hermione alone in the room with Charlie. Awkward silence filled the room.
"So," Hermione started, breaking the silence, "are you excited about the wedding?"
"I don't know. I guess I never thought Bill would be first to be married. He's too wild; I always thought it would be me, personally," Charlie laughed as he walked past Hermione to get a glass of his own. "Are you excited?"
"I've never been to a wizard wedding. I don't know what to expect. What's it like?" Hermione asked.
"Well, you know how Muggles have wedding rings as a sign as being together? Well we don't have that. They're bonded by a spell, though some couples will use rings just as a symbol. It's also a lot shorter than a Muggle wedding," Charlie explained.
"Are Bill and Fleur going to have rings?"
"Yeah; at first they weren't going to but then Fleur found these rings that she decided she couldn't live without, so now they are. Bill's such a pushover," Charlie laughed.
"Do they have receptions like at a Muggle wedding, with food and dancing?" Hermione asked.
"Usually they do, but this is small wedding so we'll just eat and talk," Charlie said, filling his glass with water. "Ron's disappointed because he won't get to dance with someone," Charlie said, glancing at Hermione who blushed and rolled his eyes.
"He's not much of dancer. He'd probably break my toes," Hermione said sarcastically. "Of course, I'm not too good either."
"Aw, you can't be that bad, not as bad as Ron anyways," Charlie laughed, leaning against the counter.
"Mm, I'm not sure about that," Hermione said, blushing again.
"How would you describe slow dancing?" Charlie questioned.
"Swaying back and forth," Hermione said sheepishly. Charlie laughed.
"Maybe you do need some help," Charlie laughed. He pushed himself away from the counter and came up to Hermione.
Hermione bit her lip in an attempt to keep from smiling too big. The butterflies in her stomach that had been acting up so much lately suddenly went into overtime.
"Put your left hand on my shoulder," Charlie instructed, putting his right hand on the curve of her hip and grabbing her right hand with his left. Hermione looked up to see Charlie's brown eyes staring into her own. She suddenly realized he was only a little bit taller than her; not like Ron at all. His big, calloused hands felt rough in her small, smooth ones. Before she could help herself, Hermione let out a small sigh.
"Dancing is more than swaying. It's about feeling the music and moving with it. You and your partner are one, if you aren't in sync, then the dance is off," Charlie continued as he slowly started to rock back and forth and move in a circle.
"I didn't know dancing was so complicated," Hermione laughed quietly.
"A lot of people don't realize it," Charlie whispered.
The unlikely couple slowly turned on the spot, their eyes never leaving each other. Slowly the noise from the room subsided until nothing was heard except the other's breathing. The room disappeared before them until all that was seen was the other's face and sparkling eyes. Without even realizing it, the two had stopped moving and just stood there.
And ever so slightly, without even realizing it, they moved closer.
The world came rushing back, though, when a small cough sounded from the doorway.
Hermione and Charlie quickly pulled away and saw Ron at the door with a hurt expression on his face. He glanced between Hermione, the love of his life, and Charlie, his older brother that he had always looked up to.
Ron saw us and flipped out. He'll just have to understand that I like Charlie, not him. But does Charlie like me? The way he acted in the kitchen sure made it seem like he likes me. I'm too scared to talk to him and he didn't even look at me after that 'moment'.
I just don't want to get hurt.
A/N: So? Is it good? Tell meee!