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Magic Hands- ever since I was a young girl I wanted a man with magic hands. Like my Grandfathers, he had been a carpenter by trade- making his large hands rough and calloused, strong working hands. He died after my fourth year; I had never found anyone with hands like his.
Victor's hand were large but smooth, Ron's were not quite magic and slightly delicate. I had almost forgotten about my dream of magic hands, until I felt them
I was in the kitchen preparing for Bill and Fluer's wedding reception. The kitchen crowded, full of anyone not involved in the ceremony. I levitated potatoes out of the boiling pot, drying them at the same time. Then I felt them- magic hands.
I felt large rough hands hold my hips, the fabric of my blouse brushing up just slightly; I could feel them on my skin. A shiver ran up my spine- the hands pressing me to move slightly to the left. I felt the body attached to the hands as it slid close past me. Not as tall as Ron but muscular with a broad chest. I glanced down at the hands- freckled with a burn on the right thumb. The hands left my hips. I turned belatedly to see a head of red hair- Charlie- I should've known.
"Alright Hermione?" asked Tonks.
I looked to her- did she see? Did she know? Did she hear my breath grow shallow? There was no way to tell- I nodded swallowing the lump in my throat.
When the Preparations were finished I retreated up to Ginny's room getting ready- nodding and agreeing at the right moments with Ginny, attempting to tame my wild hair. Remembering Charlie's hands, he was single, or he would've brought someone to the wedding wouldn't he? The thought of asking Ginny briefly crossed my mind- that would be too obvious- I would just have to see.
"Hermione? Did you hear me?"
"Pardon?"
"Your dress- it's the perfect color for your complexion."
I thanked Ginny and gushed about her make-up and hair. I left Ginny to Fleur and walked down the stairs as gracefully as possible.
I sat in the second row sandwiched between Ron and Harry, waiting for the ceremony to start. Bill looking slightly impatient, conversing with his best man- Charlie, I watched Charlie's hand gestures- entranced- imagining those hands on my body again. Chills coursed through me. Harry gave me an odd look, but was unable to question me as the ceremony started.
It proceeded beautifully as meticulously planned- though I might have stared more at the best man's hands rather than the bride and groom. The final words spoken, the kiss proceeded. The reception started.
The Weasleys, The Delacours, Harry, Luna, Lupin, Tonks and Myself sat at the bride and grooms table- however crowded, filled with laughter and smiles. I scanned the table- there was no date hovering near Charlie. Though many girls could be seen glancing and possibly even drooling in his direction. He paid them no mind, attending to his family rather than his "fans".
The dance for the bride and groom began, Molly, Arthur and the Delacours joined them on the floor goading everyone from the table to join them, everyone who brought a date willingly agreed. I however did not bring a date- I sat feeling depressed and alone for a minute till I saw that Charlie stood before me with his hand extended toward me. I took his magical hand, feeling the callous' and burns. He pulled me into his arms and onto the dance floor. I broke out into a toothy smile.
"Thank you."
"Anytime Hermione, anytime"
Charlie's hand around my back was firm and confident; I reveled being in his arms, and in his hands.