First Kiss of a Dragon. Theme first kiss. Word count. 896

The intoxicating scent of the Burrow filled Charlie Weasley's senses, as he apparated into the backyard of his childhood home. Charlie looked up at the crooked structure and smiled, before slowly making his way up to the back door.

"Hello! Is anyone home?" he called out as he entered the kitchen.

"Oh, Charlie. Welcome home. I am sorry, but everyone is out for the night. It is valentines day." 20-year-old Hermione Granger said as she entered the kitchen to investigate the noise.

"Damn, how did I forget that?" Charlie said looking confused. "If it is Valentines Day, then why are you still here and not out painting the town?"

"Oh, unfortunately, I am alone this year. Harry and Ron did invite me out with them, but I would have been the 5th wheel, so I told them I had some paperwork to go over."

Charlie looked at the young witch. She had certainly grown up since the last time he saw her three years ago at the Battle of Hogwarts. For once frizzy hair was no paper. It fell in soft ringlets around her shoulders and looked like a waterfall of chocolate.

"Well, then, since my family is all out and I have no one to spend tonight with, why don't you and I go out and grab something to eat," Charlie said, still looking at the witch.

Hermione blushed. "You want to take me out on Valentines Day?" she asked skeptically.

"Don't think of it as a valentines date. Think of it as a Non-valentines dinner. An anti-valentine if you will." Charlie responded.

Hermione laughed. "Anti-Valentines, I think I can handle that. Wait here one moment while I change into something else," she said as she pulled on her pajama top.

Ten minutes later, Hermione and Charlie were out in Muggle London. Charlie told Hermione he knew of a great Indian restaurant he had last time he was visiting.

All throughout dinner, Hermione could still not believe she was eating dinner on Valentines Day with Charlie. They had never been as close as she was too, say the twins. But there was still something there she could not figure out.

After dinner, Charlie asked if Hermione was up for a walk. Smiling, Hermione nodded.

As the two walked along the Thames, they never ran out of things to talk about.

Hermione told Charlie about her work in the Department of Magical Creatures, including a bill she introduced that would make Dragon hunting illegal.

Charlie thanked her for her work. He told her about how often they would come across a dead Dragon on the reserve that had been killed by poachers.

"The most I have ever seen a poacher get is a fine, that they take care of with the money they earned by selling off parts of the Dragon they killed," Charlie said bitterly.

"That is what I was finding as well. So in the new laws, if you are found hunting a Dragon at all, it is an automatic six months in Azkaban. While the Dementors had been removed, it is still not a fun place to visit. After that if you are caught it goes up to two years, and then ten, and then finally 50 years. Hopefully, this will stop them from doing it." Hermione said as she rubbed her arms with her hands. While it was not very cold yet, it was still getting chilly.

Charlie noticed this and quickly pulled off his jacket and swung it around Hermione's delicate shoulders.

Hermione smiled as she pulled the jacket closer around her. She could make out the woodsy smell that she had come to identify as Charlie.

They were having so much fun talking neither of them noticed the time. That is until Big Ben rang out ten times.

"Oh shit. Is it really ten already." Hermione said with a small pout. "I have to be getting back. Everyone will already be there and will notice I am not there."

Even though she had said the words, she really did not want the night to end.

"Alright, hold on to my arm and I will take us back," Charlie said, also, with a small amount of sadness the night had to end.

Soon the smells of the Burrow were thick in the air, as the two arrived in the same space Charlie arrived earlier.

Hermione went to walk up to the house but stopped when she noticed Charlie had a hold on her arm.

"Charlie…" Hermione said.

Charlie decided it was now or never.

"Hermione, I had a wonderful time tonight. You are smart, and beautiful. I know I said this was going to be an anti-valentines dinner, but I really would like to do just one thing before you go back inside." He said as he stepped closer to her.

Hermione looked up into his crystal blue eyes. "What's that Charlie?"

Charlie gently raised his hand to cup Hermione's face and ran the pad of his them across her jawline.

"This."

Slowly, as to give her enough time to back out, Charlie lowered his face and gently pressed his lips to hers.

Charlie could not believe it when she moved her arms to circle his neck and started kissing him back.

Even though he did not want to, slowly Charlie pulled his head away from Hermione.

"Happy Valentines Day Hermione."

Flash-fic Fridays are something that happens on a site I am on called bewitching-fiction. Com just with UT the spaces. It is an amazing site! This was my first submission last Friday. The rules were simple. You are given a theme and you then have 30 minutes to complete a story.