Chapter 1 - Charlie

Hermione woke troubled. She'd had another one of those silly dreams. What was wrong with her? This kind of thing wasn't supposed to happen to witches. Wizards maybe, not witches. And not her. She was too intelligent. She had learned to control her emotions years before. Well, somewhat controlled. At least she had been fine at her old muggle school. She had been teased since she started school, mainly about her brains or her hair. She didn't care if she was smarter than everyone else. As for the hair, well she hated it herself. Since coming to Hogwarts her control had gradually loosened. Maybe it had something to do with her magic? Did learning to control her magic decrease her control on her emotions? That could be an interesting hypothesis to explore. Not that she had the time right now. Anyway, it was only a couple people who she really cared about when they teased her. Ron and Harry. She had hated them at first, but there was also something that drew her to them, starting with that first trip on the Hogwarts Express. After the troll, they were forever friends. That didn't mean the two of them didn't annoy and exasperate her to no end some days. She supposed she could annoy them as well. Now these damn dreams.

The dreams began at the start of the summer, when she returned home to her parents for a couple short months. At first the dreams were brief and she would wake with no memory of them. Then she would wake remembering a boy reaching for her, leaning in to kiss her, but with his face obscured and no way to tell who it was. A month ago the dreams had strengthened and now the boy trying to kiss her had a mop of ginger hair that she was all too familiar with. It was maddening. As maddening as Ron could be most of the time. If she was honest, she'd had feelings for Ron for a couple years. After waking up from her petrified state in second year and finding his hand on hers in the hospital wing, she admitted to herself that his touch made something in her flutter. It was entirely illogical, but she couldn't help it. She understood the biology of what was happening, but the books never explained the emotions. She had started her menses the second month of second year and with it came the start of new emotions. She was more prone to cry or just run out of the room at certain times of the month. She understood it was all part of puberty, but had hoped it would pass after she adjusted a bit. Lately though it was worse. The dreams were becoming more frequent and she finally had to admit she was having very womanly desires. If Ron would ever look at her with the same passion he did Quidditch, she might just melt and give herself to him, but that was unlikely. She was fifteen now and had only been kissed once by a boy when she was eight, so it hardly counted. As she lay in bed, analyzing her feelings and trying to forget the dream, Hermione finally conjured the one word she had tried to deny: horny. She was most definitely horny. She was tempted to help herself out, but there was no way she was doing that in a dorm with others sleeping nearby. She wondered if the other girls ever had these problems.

Eventually Hermione fell asleep again. The next morning she was tired and cranky as she stumbled downstairs to find Harry and Ron. When she reached the common room, just Harry was waiting. Ron had apparently gone on ahead to breakfast and Harry was still mad at him. Hermione couldn't blame him, Ron still insisted that Harry somehow put his name in the Goblet of Fire. The two of them hadn't been speaking for two weeks and Hermione was stuck in the middle. She felt like whacking them both upside the head. Sighing, she followed Harry down to breakfast.

The rest of the day didn't get any better for Hermione. Charms was fine until Seamus accidently set her desk on fire. Then Dean had cast an aguamenti and completely drowned her. The time she took to dry herself off meant she was late to potions and Snape took ten points from Gryffindor. Lunch was another trial of playing the middle woman between her two best friends. Then there was arithmancy, which went fine, but was her most challenging subject. Finally, she had retreated to the library, only to find a group of Slytherins who spent the entire time whispering small insults at her. She gave up and left the library in a huff and managed to literally run into Ron in the hall. He was still in a surly mood and barely apologized. Despite his mood, when he held her elbow to steady her after their collision, Hermione's stomach flipped at the feel of his fingers. How could he do that to her even when he was being a complete arsehole? She and Ron separated their different directions, and Hermione went to Gryffindor tower. The place was a madhouse and Hermione needed quiet. She dropped her books off in her dorm and decided to go for a walk before dinner.

Hermione set a fast pace as she strode out of the castle and across the courtyard. She had no idea where she was heading. She wanted to go someplace quiet where the other students didn't usually go, so she headed south past the kitchens. She had been walking about ten minutes when she came to something strange. It was some kind of magical barrier. She didn't remember anything on this side of the castle. Definitely nothing that required that kind of security. Skirting the barrier, she followed the tree line around a small valley. When the trees cleared, the sight that stood in front of her took her breath away. A hundred meters away was a brilliant red dragon chomping down on a full grown cow. The sight was a bit disgusting, but also fascinating. The security barrier suddenly made sense. Then Hermione looked over and saw there more dragons in the distance. Four dragons. Four champions. All the pieces clicked and Hermione knew what Harry would be facing for his first task. She had to tell him. But she couldn't tell him. But how could she expect her best friend to face a dragon unprepared? Hermione decided to continue along the edge of the barrier and try to get a better view. She was so focused on the dragons, that she didn't see the man step out from the trees until she walked right into him.

Hermione ripped her gaze from the dragons and looked up, startled. The man she had walked into grabbed her arm and kept her from falling. She goggled at him, unable to say anything. For a split second she had thought it was Ron, but then she realized this man was a good couple inches taller and much broader in the chest. A chest that wore nothing but a rough dragon hide vest that exposed muscular arms laced with scars. She took a minute to catch her breath and analyze the situation. Dragons, and an older, ginger haired man who looked much like Ron. 'Charlie!' she blurted. The man laughed.

"Aye, Charles Septimus Weasley at your service milady."

Charlie did a low bow as he spoke and looked up at Hermione. He had the same sparkling blue eyes as his brother. Eyes that sucked Hermione in like ocean waves. She took a moment to collect herself as Charlie spoke again.

"I see my reputation proceeds me, but I'm afraid that I have no idea who the lovely lass in front of me is?"

Hermione choked and responded, holding out her hand.

"Um, sorry, Hermione Granger. I'm a friend of your brother Ron. You two look a lot alike."

"Ah, the famous Miss Granger. Yes, I see now. You are just how my mother described. I've heard a fair bit about you. Brightest witch of your class. I suppose that means we have a bit of trouble since you've probably deduced what we have here and what the beasts are for?"

"Oh, well, yes, but the secret is safe. I'll be quiet. Really."

Hermione was a bit scared, afraid that she had somehow broken the rules of the contest and might get herself or Harry in trouble. She looked at Charlie, pleading with her eyes that he understand. His smile suddenly faded and he looked concerned.

"Now why the look of fear Hermione? I'm really quite harmless. Well, unless I'm asked to be otherwise. Anyway, you don't need to worry about me saying anything. Truth told, I'm fairly certain you're about the sixth person to wander this way and take a peek. How did you hear about them?"

"What? No. I didn't know. I was just out walking. This direction out of the castle is usually quiet and I've had enough of everyone for today. And then I hit the barrier and well, my curiosity got the better of me. I'm sorry, really."

"Well, nothing wrong with curiosity. Having a bit of a hard day huh?"

Hermione sighed and let Charlie take her elbow and lead her to a fallen log nearby. They sat and he peered at her once again with his impossibly blue eyes.

"So, care to talk about what caused you to want to escape the castle and everyone in it?"

Hermione kept staring at him and caved. Suddenly she found herself pouring out all her frustrations from the day and the past couple weeks. Charlie just listened, letting her flush out all her emotions. When she finished, Hermione was in tears. Charlie reached out and pulled her close as she suddenly found herself crying into his strong chest. As her tears subsided, she began to take in the scent of him. He smelled of heather, soap and a strange muskiness that she thought may be from the dragons. She felt much better after her purging and even better being held in his strong arms. She relaxed into them further before Charlie suddenly pulled her up and they were standing once again.

"Come, let's walk. You got a good look at the Chinese Fireball, but down closer to the camp you can see the Welsh Green. She's my favorite."

As they walked, Charlie continued talking about the different dragons. He was quite knowledgeable and Hermione peppered him with questions. He reveled in the opportunity to discuss his favorite subject with someone of her intellect. Before they realized it, they had reached the dragon tamers' camp and Charlie led her down one side to a rock outcropping. The rocks were just on the other side of the magical barrier and the Welsh Green's nest was not more than ten meters away. Hermione had glimpsed her across the valley, but seeing her up close was spectacular.

"Wow Charlie. She's beautiful. I never imagined."

Charlie looked down on the small witch and tightened an arm around her. Hermione saw the Welsh just like he did. Most people would be terrified being this close, but she looked enthralled. As he looked down on her, Charlie gave himself a mental slap and pulled his arm away. Yes she was amazing, but she was just fifteen. Legal in the wizarding world, but still, he had no right having such thoughts about her. Then Hermione turned away from the dragon and looked up at him. The mutual look of appreciation couldn't be denied. Then she reached up and wrapped her arms around his chest, continuing to stare at him. Charlie finally gave up and leaned down to plant a small kiss on her beautiful lips. He had planned on making the kiss brief, but then she responded and suddenly the kiss was fire. Charlie was well experienced, but the youthful, untrained exuberance that Hermione responded with took him by surprise. He found himself pulling her closer, longing to feel her against his body. He traced his tongue on her lip and she opened for him. She obviously had little experience, but it didn't matter. Charlie focused entirely on training her just how to be kissed and kiss in return. As the kiss continued for an eternity, their hands began to wander. Charlie felt her impossibly small hand reach into his vest and start to trace the muscles of his chest. He knew she was young, but she certainly seemed willing.

Reluctantly pulling back, Charlie took her by the hand and led her toward his tent. He was glad now that his tent was on the edge of the camp. Once they were in the tent, he started kissing her again while her hands resumed their explorations. Charlie carefully reached forward and began to unbutton her robes. As the robes fell and he started working on the rest of her uniform, he paused for a moment.

"Hermione, are you sure? I just met you, but I feel a connection I can't deny. I want you, but I want to make sure you want this."

"Yes Charlie."

Then she reached up and pulled his head down to start kissing him again and the last of Charlie's reserve left him. Soon his vest was gone and she was fumbling with the buttons on his pants. He meanwhile had finished uncovering her chest and had begun to worship her breasts. As his mouth found a nipple, Hermione jumped and forgot what she was doing. Then she recovered and finished with his pants. Charlie kicked off his boots as his pants fell. He was now in just his trunks as he reached to finish undressing Hermione. While he worked on her pants, he trailed small kisses all over her, causing her to mewl in appreciation. As her pants fell, she found herself standing in front of Charlie's appraising eye in nothing but her knickers.

"Gods you're beautiful."

Charlie took the moment to draw his wand and cast privacy charms and a contraceptive spell on himself. Hermione blushed as she looked him over. He was all man and she needed him desperately. He wore tight trunks that bulged and looked like they were about to split. She reached out a hand tentatively and touched him. Charlie thrust his hips forward as Hermione tightened her grip. Suddenly the pressure was too much as he yanked his trunks down. As his manhood sprung toward her, Hermione gasped.

"Wow."

"You can touch it you know."

Hermione wrapped her hand around his shaft, causing Charlie to hiss. She seemed to be unsure, but also fascinated. Watching her, Charlie came to a realization.

"Hermione, have you ever been with a man before?"

Hermione shook her head and looked up at Charlie questioningly. He pulled her close and kissed her gently. He should have guessed. She really was young. He pushed her back and smiled at her.

"Alright, let's take this slow and I'll teach you a few things, alright?"

Hermione nodded.

"Okay, first you can hold it tighter. When I'm as hard as this, I like a lot of pressure. Then you can move your hand up and down the shaft like…unhh yes... like that. Now, look at the head. You've already made me come a little. Here, take your hand and spread the come down the shaft. That will make it easier to move. Alright, keep going, you can stroke me some more."

Charlie moaned as Hermione kept working him. He felt himself getting close and pulled his mouth away from Hermione's breast for more instructions.

"I'm close to coming Hermione. It's fine, it's actually a good idea for me to come first. I haven't been with a woman in over a week, so letting me release now will make me last longer later. Gods, fuck, you're a quick study. Ok, take your other hand here and rub my bolloc..fuck yes. See, that really gets me…oh gods, faster Hermione, yes, fucccckkkkk…"

Charlie released, shooting his load on Hermione's stomach. She looked a bit surprised, then smiled.

"So I did okay Charlie?"

Charlie cast a quick cleaning spell and then replied by diving back into her mouth. As their tongues dueled, he reached down and gently lowered her knickers. Without releasing her mouth, he guided her back toward his bed, lowering her with great care. When they came up for air, he looked down on her with eyes darkened by lust.

"Alright Hermione, your turn now. I want to touch you first. You tell me if anything doesn't feel good."

Charlie's fingers separated her folds and began to explore. He was pleased to see she was already quite wet. Hermione was moaning and encouraging him to continue. Then Charlie grazed one finger across her clit and Hermione thrust her hips toward him.

"Yes Charlie! That feels amazing."

"Well, I think since you like this so far, I'm going to try something else."

Charlie dipped his head down and continued his explorations with his tongue. When he reached her clit, he began swirling around it before sucking it gently. He had barely gotten started when Hermione came undone.

"Bloody hell, fuck, yesssss…"

Charlie watched Hermione come and reached down to stroke his reawakened cock. Watching a woman come was always amazing to him. As she settled and looked at him, he pulled her up for another long kiss, before she pulled away and looked deep in his eyes.

"Charlie, I'm ready. I want you all the way."

Charlie smiled and kissed her again, gradually lowering her back to the bed. As he nibbled her neck, he aligned himself with her entrance and gradually started to push in. She was tight, but dripping. As he continued to slowly push in, she moaned but gradually gave way to him. Then he reached her maidenhood and stopped. He looked at her and Hermione nodded. He plunged his mouth into hers at the same time he finished his entry and made her a woman. She let out a small yelp that was drowned in his mouth. Once he was buried in her, Charlie remained still until Hermione started thrusting her hips, encouraging him to move. He started slow, pulled back to watch her face as he moved. The pain was gone and she was moaning, grabbing at his thighs, trying to pull him in closer. Taking the hint, Charlie picked up his speed. He was desperately trying to hold back, wanting her to come first. Then it happened, Hermione threw her head back, screaming into a massive orgasm. As her muscles became impossibly tight on his cock, Charlie gave in and filled her with his seed.

Minutes later she finally released her hold on him and Charlie slid out of her. He stayed on top of her, peppering her face with small kisses as he spoke.

"Hermione, you're amazing. Thank you."

"Same Charlie. You were an incredible first lover. I suppose it's getting dark and I should get back to the castle."

"I'll walk you. Gives me a chance to spend a few more minutes with you."

They cleaned, dressed and exited into the twilight of the camp, circling around the back to avoid any of the other dragon keepers. Walking arm in arm, they proceeded slowly, discussing school and the tournament. When they reached the trees near the courtyard, Charlie pulled Hermione in for a last kiss.

"So, I'll be here until the first task is over. We'll need to rest the dragons after as well. Probably another six days before we return to Romania. I work the night shift, seven in the evening until seven in the morning. You'll find me around camp during the day. That is, if you want to see me."

"Of course Charlie. I'm not foolish enough to think this is going to last long, but I wouldn't mind spending some more time with you. I'll see how classes go for the next couple days and come see you when I can."

Charlie smiled and reluctantly released her, watching Hermione turn and enter the school. She was a few minutes late, but was glad she hadn't missed dinner. Harry had saved her a seat and thankfully didn't question where she had been all afternoon. She felt certain that something on her face would give her away, but Harry had his mind elsewhere. When she returned to the Gryffindor common room after dinner, she went to her dorm and sat back on her bed to study, not wanting to be out with everyone else. A few minutes later, Parvati came up and joined her.

"Alright Hermione, what's up? We haven't seen you around all afternoon and now you're sequestered up here when you normally would be downstairs telling the guys how to do their homework."

"Nothing's up Vati. I just wanted some quiet for a change. Same reason I went for a walk this afternoon."

Hermione tried to keep her expression neutral, but when she thought of where her walk had led her, she couldn't help but have a small bit of a smile on her face.

"Ha! I see that look Hermione. Okay, who is he? A girl only looks like that when she's been with a guy. And don't deny it, you know you're a horrible liar."

"Fine, Vati, yes I was with someone. No, I won't tell you. Or anyone else for that matter. I have my reasons. Now, can you please just let me study."

"Hmmpf, fine. I'm glad that you finally got away from those two prats who don't appreciate you. I hope whoever he is is good to you."

As Parvati left, a smile returned to her face. 'Oh yes, he's quite good to me' Hermione thought.

Two days later, Hermione found herself with several hours free after Transfiguration. Ron and Harry were off to Quidditch practice, which was on the opposite end of the grounds from the dragons, leaving her an opportunity to return to the camp. She made the walk quickly, then circled the camp carefully, looking for Charlie. She found him busy by the kitchen tent and whistled from behind a nearby tree. He looked up and almost whooped when he saw her bushy hair sticking out from behind the tree. Tossing aside the last of his dishes, Charlie darted for the woods. He took Hermione in his arms and kissed her breathless. They walked a bit further in the woods and talked for a few minutes before circling back around to his tent. Two hours later, he walked her back to the school.

The first task of the Tri-Wizard tournament was the next day. Hermione and Ron watched with terror as Harry summoned his broom and did what he did best, flying. Once the task was complete, they ran down to the champions' tent to congratulate Harry. Ron finally came around, admitting that Harry could not have wanted his name in the stupid Goblet and that he himself had been quite a prat. With the boys reunited, Hermione breathed a sigh of relief. As they joined the crowd heading back to the school to celebrate, a voice whispered to Hermione from the side of the tent. Looking over, she saw Charlie staring at her. Figuring no one would notice her missing with the crowd, she ducked through the flap and found herself in an enclosed space between a rock wall and the back of the tent.

"Hermione! I'm glad I saw you. I wanted to say goodbye. The Ministry has decided that the dragons need to get out of England as soon as possible. Truthfully, I never thought they needed to rest. What they did today was nothing. So, we pack up and leave in a few hours. I just wanted to say that I'll miss you. Will you write me?"

Instead of answering him, Hermione pulled his head down and began kissing him. As they kissed, Charlie's hand found her breast and Hermione moaned, pushing into him. Feeling her need, Charlie was happy to find that she was wearing a skirt under her robes. She quickly undid his pants at the same time he pulled her robes aside, lifted her skirt, and lost her knickers. A minute later Hermione was pushed against the wall with her legs wrapped around Charlie as he entered her. They went fast and rough, with Hermione biting into Charlie's neck to stifle her noise when she came. When he emptied himself into her for the last time, Hermione claimed his mouth and the noise he made. As they cleaned up after, Hermione looked at Charlie with a bit of regret.

"I'll miss you Charlie. Of course I'll write. We will probably see each other at the Burrow some day as well."

Charlie smiled and gave Hermione one more kiss before she said goodbye and returned to the party at the castle.