01. New

It had been a movie-star kiss, that's what. Their lips had met, and shivers had broken over her skin. Colors had exploded behind her eyes, and she'd swayed - literally swayed – so that he'd had to steady her with a hand on her waist.

His lips were firmer than Ron's, and at once more yielding when they moved against her own. Maybe that was the reason. Maybe it had something to do with the way he looked at her. Like he wanted to know, like he wasn't afraid. Like he was wide open.

There was just something about him. Something in his silence, his movements, which had all the lightness and grace of a Quidditch Seeker.

And when he'd kissed her –

Oh, be honest, you great big hussy! she berated herself, blushing a little at the memory. She'd kissed him. She'd practically tackled him behind the toolshed in Mrs. Weasley's garden. Really, what in Merlin's name had come over her, taking initiative like that? She couldn't even remember having decided to do it... And yet she had, because she'd known instinctively that he would never make a move on her; in the end, she'd always be his little brother's best friend, and though by all standards a grown woman, she would always be nearly ten years younger than he was.

And so she'd kissed him. And after a night of fretting over what he'd thought of her, of what Ron would say if he knew, of what would happen next...he had Flooed.

And now he'd be here any minute, and the chicken was a disaster – she'd given up on it long ago – and her armpits were drenched in sweat, and the tag on her dress kept scratching at her back, and –

The doorbell!

She opened the door and there he was, one hand casually in his pocket, the other holding a bottle of wine. Some of his dark red hair fell over his eye – it wanted cutting, but she'd loved running her fingers through it, tugging at the hair that fell over his collar as their lips met.

Her cheeks glowed with heat at the memory.

"Hermione," he said, in that deep, low voice that sent shivers down her spine. And then he grinned that slightly crooked, boyish grin of his that must have made girls at Hogwarts swoon in his day.

"Charlie... Hello."


Prompt: New

Word count: 400

Pairing: Hermione/Charlie


Eclectic is a collection of HP drabbles, my entry to the The DG Forum's 100 Days, 100 Drabbles Challenge. Visit The DG Forum for a complete list of the prompts.

As this challenge ended quite some time ago, my intention in completing it is merely to write for the pleasure of it. Most drabbles will be under 400 words, most will feature D/G – but expect variety...and by variety I mean Lucius ;)

Reviews are greatly appreciated!