I do not own anything. I wasn't sure about the ending. I might add more chapters if you reeeeally want me to.
Hermione sat in the heat of her tent in nothing but running shorts and a sports bra, she sighed throwing the huge book she had been reading onto the floor and stretched out on her bed. She was in Romania with Charlie. After the war she had decided she wanted to be away from it all, and this was almost as close as falling off the face of the earth as you could get. The dragon camp in Romania knew about the war of course. But they didn't make a fuss about her like everyone in the rest of the wizarding world did. Just then Charlie walked into her tent, "Sorry to bother you 'Mione, I would've knocked but…" He gestured toward the tent flap.
"It's fine, what's up?" Hermione didn't mind the intrusion at all, people at camp were like one big family and there was hardly any privacy. Besides, she had developed a crush on Charlie over her stay at the camp.
"I was wondering if you could heal this burn." He lifted up his shirt to expose a long jagged burn that spread down his chiseled chest and abs. Oh Merlin why did he have to tease her like this.
Hermione cleared her throat and walked over to the desk to pick up her wand. "This'll sting a bit…" She whispered as she put the edge of her wand next to the gash and murmured a spell, slowly dragging it up the wound. Charlie hissed in pain, "I'm sorry."
"No… no it's okay." He pulled his shirt back down to Hermione's dismay and sat down on her bed. They had gotten extremely comfortable around each other during their close proximity, he laid back and picked up the book she had been trying to read, "What's this?"
"I don't know some boring book Harry sent me. He thinks just because it's thick and long I'll want it." Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Well usually when something long and thick is offered to a woman she's ecstatic." Charlie chuckled.
Hermione wrinkled her nose at the joke and sat on top of Charlie, "Well it's just to bad this book is the only long thick thing around here." She teased.
He lifted her off of him and placed her next to him on the bed, sitting up, "I assure you Hermione there are definitely others…" He laughed. He stood to get up, "Tomorrow we're taking a break and the lot of us are going to the beach. Are you in?"
"Yeah sounds like fun." Hermione smiled. When he left she slammed back down on her bed with a huff. Would he ever see her as more than the gangly little fourteen year old he had met so many years ago?
The next day at the break of dawn Charlie came into Hermione's tent to wake her, it had gotten particularly hot that night so she had shucked her bra and shorts off in discomfort, only a thin sheet covered her. Charlie cleared his throat and tried not to look at her body, "Erm… Hermione?" He mumbled uncomfortably.
She woke up and clutched at her sheet, "What?"
"Er… just wanted to tell you we're getting ready to go down to the lake." Charlie mumbled, rubbing his neck. It had never occurred to Charlie Hermione slept nude.
"Oh… Well I'll be out in a minute." She sat up and wrapped the sheet around herself. Charlie nodded and left her to get dressed.
When she came out she was in a rainbow knitted bikini top and black sweat shorts that barely covered her butt. Her hair was braided in pig tails and she was wearing bright orange flip flops. "Ready." She smiled.
Every guys jaw had dropped, Hermione was the only woman at the camp and that was the most of her skin they had ever seen. "Um… yeah…" Charlie stammered then turned to everyone else and told them where to Apparate.
Once they had all arrived at the beach Hermione laid a blanket down on the sand and kicked off her flip flops. She laid down on the blanket and rubbed tanning oil on her arms, chest, stomach and legs, "Charlie… can you get my back?" She asked, handing him the bottle and flipping over.
"Um… yeah." Charlie nervously tipped the bottle and poured lotion into his hands, calm down it's only Hermione! He rubbed her shoulders and back thoroughly. "There… There you go." He stammered, setting the lotion bottle down and lying next to her, subtly shifting his swim trunks.
"Aren't you gonna put something on?" Her voice sounded muffled because her face was snuggled into the blanket.
"Nah… my skin is used to it by now. I don't burn anymore, just get a deeper brown."
"I'm completely jealous." Hermione laughed. She reached behind her and untied her strings, "I hate tan lines." She sighed.
Charlie gulped hard before standing up, "I think I'm gonna join the guys in the water." A couple minutes later he came running up on the beach soaking wet and stood over Hermione, shaking cold water all over her stomach.
She gasped and sat up, "Charlie Weasley!" She stood up and pushed him. He laughed and wrapped his arms around her, pressing his cold stomach against her, she wailed out in shock and pushed him away, "Charlie!"
Johnny, one of the other dragon trainers came running up to them laughing, "Wish I could get Hermione to scream out my name like that." He winked. Being the only girl at camp had its drawbacks, not only did Hermione get made fun of for being girlie and having 'her time of the month' but every bleeding guy at the camp hit on her.
"I'm sorry Johnny my heart belongs to Norbert." When Hermione had first arrived at the camp she was introduced to each dragon, Norbert was of course Hagrid's pet dragon they had given to Charlie to look after in her first year, and she had grown quite fond of him.
Johnny laughed, "We're gonna play Volleyball, coming?"
Hermione nodded her head and Charlie followed suit, at around sundown they built a bonfire and someone brought out a bottle of firewhiskey. They all passed it around taking swigs in turn, all sharing from the same bottle. When the bottle reached Hermione she took a long swig and wiped her mouth, belching loudly before handing it to Charlie, "Classy." He snorted before taking a sip.
"Sipping's for pansies Weasley." She laughed nudging him. This was about her third turn at the bottle and she was feeling a bit tipsy. Liquid courage was helping her openly flirt.
Charlie smiled down on her and handed the bottle off to someone else, "Why… if I didn't know any better I'd think you were hitting on me Miss Granger." He smirked, draping an arm over her shoulders.
"Naw… Granger's wound tighter than a pocket watch." Langston laughed, another dragon trainer at their camp.
"Well if I didn't have to spend so much time with you prats I might get a good shag now and then," She stood up and turned to walk away, "I doubt any of you could satisfy me anyway."
"Sounds like a challenge." Charlie smirked.
Langston laughed, "Come on mate, since when have you been attracted to her. She's like seven years younger than you anyway…"
"To be perfectly honest, I've been attracted to her since the day I met her. I just never acted on it because I assumed it wasn't mutual… and kind of wrong, I mean she's one of my little brother's closest friends and like you said seven years younger than me."
Langston laughed again, "Go for it mate. One of us has to get with her, it's like a rule. And she's only interested in you, I can tell."
Hermione was down by the water, she was laying down at the waters edge with her toes digging into the sand, Charlie walked up to her and knelt down, "Time to go home." He laughed grabbing her hand and lifting her up, she turned to Apparate but he grabbed her shoulder, "No no… friends don't let friends drink and Apparate. I made a portkey… come on."
Once they were home Charlie helped Hermione into her tent, okay maybe this is completely unnecessary but… Charlie thought to himself. He sat her down on her bed and moved to the kitchenette to make a kettle of tea, "Tea?" He asked her.
"Mmmm yes… sounds wonderful." Hermione yawned and laid down on her bed.
Charlie laughed, "You're sloshed aren't you?"
"Not at all… just a little tipsy… enough for you to take advantage." Hermione laughed.
"Don't joke about stuff like that, I might take you up on that offer." He handed her a mug of tea and sat down by her feet on her bed. She sat up and sipped the tea.
"You know… I'm not really that drunk…" She sighed, standing up and walking to her cabinet, taking out a bottle of Mescal, "But I could be." She smiled, "Care to join me?"
Charlie nodded and got two shot glasses from the cabinet, "Wanna make a game out of it?"
Hermione turned the chair backwards and straddled it, "Sure… what kind of game?"
A devilish grin crept across Charlie's face, "It's called 'I've Never'. For instance, I say something like…. 'I've never worn a pink tutu' and if you have, then you drink and vice versa… Get it?"
"Yep. Got it. Who goes first?"
"I will… I've never…. I've never read a book that wasn't required for school." He grinned.
Hermione slammed the shot back and frowned, "Not fair…" She crossed her arms in thought, "I've never failed a test."
Charlie sighed and took his shot, he slapped his cheek after swallowing it, "Okay… I've never baby-sat a giant." He laughed.
"How do you know about that?!" Hermione exclaimed, a shocked look on her face.
"Just drink Granger." He smiled.
Hermione eyed him suspiciously and drank her shot, "You know a lot more about me than you let on."
"Just stick to the game." He grinned.
"Okay… I've never slept with a woman." Hermione smiled.
"Well… neither have I." Charlie shrugged.
"Bullshit!" Hermione's eyes grew wide and her mouth gapped open.
"I bullshit you not… I've never actually slept with them, I usually leave afterward."
"Oh just drink, you knew what I meant!" Hermione huffed.
He complied then looked at Hermione, maybe it was the tequila but she was still wearing only her bikini and shorts and he wondered what was beneath the scant material, "I've never shaved my bits." He blurted out.
Hermione laughed, "Well that's good to know." She smiled and picked up her glass knocking it back again.
Charlie felt a fire in the pit of his stomach that he was almost positive wasn't the tequila, "You mean… you…"
"Nuh-uh, it's my turn. I've never grown up knowing about magic." She laughed… it was kind of an obvious fact, but a guarantee drink for him.
"Now whose not playing fair." He laughed as he drank down his shot. He leaned his head back in thought, "I've never… kissed someone of the same gender." Hermione's cheeks turned bright red and she slowly picked up her shot glass, taking the drink and hiding her face.
"What?" Charlie felt a jump in his pants as he pictured her kissing another girl.
"Well all girls experiment when they're young okay?" She spat defensively.
"Who was it?" Charlie's curiosity getting the better of him.
"No one… okay back to the game now." She reached for the tequila bottle only to find it empty, "Damn."
"There's still the worm." Charlie laughed.
"The worm? No thanks I'd like to remember at least a little bit of tonight." Hermione laughed.
Charlie shook the worm out of the bottle and cut it in half, popping one of the halves in his mouth, "You sure?"
"Positive… I'm bored, let's do something…"
"Ah... Drunken adventures…" Charlie leaned back in his chair and smiled. "Like what?"
"Are the guys back from the beach yet?" Hermione asked.
"No, we took the portkey so they are camping out there for the night."
"Hmm… Let's go dragon tipping!" Hermione jumped up and down, stumbling a bit.
"Oh no… that's suicidal on so many levels." Charlie chuckled, "I think it's time for bed."
Charlie woke up with a throbbing headache, something warm laying up against his body, he turned over and bushy hair fell into his mouth, "What the bloody…" He sat up to see Hermione sprawled next to him on his bed… naked. What in the name of Merlin's beard happened last night. The last thing he remembered was playing 'I've Never' with Hermione in her tent. He looked around, they were in his tent that he shared with Langston. He covered her up with the sheet that was kicked to the bottom of his bed and got up, throwing on a pair of shorts.
The rest of the guys were at the wooden table they used as a dining area eating breakfast. "Morning." Langston smirked.
"I guess you came into the tent then?" Charlie grumbled, taking a plate and loading it.
"I did… good job mate."
"Nothing happened… well actually… I don't know what happened. I can't remember much of last night."
Hermione came running out of the tent in one of Charlie's shirts, "CHARLIE WEASLEY WHAT THE HELL?!" Her hair was disarrayed in anger and she was clutching the bikini top in her hand.
"Don't 'what the hell' me I don't know any more than you!" Charlie stood up and faced her.
She pushed the hair out of her face and crossed her arms, "Can I speak to you in my tent please." She asked. As they walked away to her tent there were whistles and cat-calls coming from the rest of the guys. She closed the flap behind her and turned to him, "What happened last night?"
"I honestly don't remember Hermione… did we… I mean if we did I'm--"
"Relax you didn't take my virginity or anything." Hermione rolled her eyes.
"So we didn't?"
"Well that I don't know about."
Charlie's jaw dropped, he had always assumed Hermione was a virgin. But then again he learned a lot of things about her last night, "I remember playing 'I've never', I remember finishing the bottle of tequila, and then I remember your crazy ass wanting to go dragon tipping of all things." Charlie chuckled.
"Well I remember after that. You told me it was time for bed, so you left and I laid down… but I couldn't sleep so I came into your tent… and then I have no idea." Hermione frowned.
Charlie put his face in his hands and rubbed his eyes. When he looked up Hermione was inches away from his face, "But let's forget about last night. Let's start out fresh right now." She leaned in and kissed him, it was a soft but passionate kiss. Charlie pulled her closer and deepened the kiss.
After a couple minutes they broke away for breath, "Well if we're going to a couple type thing… I've got to know some things." Charlie laughed.
Hermione eyed him suspiciously, "Like what?"
"Well… who was that girl you kissed?" Charlie grinned.
Hermione shook her head, "Men…" She rolled her eyes and kissed him before turning to put on some pants and a bra.
"You're not going to answer me?"
"Ginny…" She laughed before leaving the tent for breakfast.