A/N: Hermione's pov. i need a beta by the way... so if you like the story tell me via review or pm or mail. please rview me! it's my first charlie hermione so i'm kinda worried i'm totally gonna suck.

Fire Breathers and Quidditch Jerseys

Chapter 1

"Morning 'Mione!" There was that voice she heard every morning next to her, waking her up. It was Charlie, she'd know his voice anywhere. She was staying with him in Romania, doing research of course. She was offered the job of Care of Magical Creatures professor at Hogwarts and wanted to spend sometime abroad doing research on different and foreign animals.

"Your cheerfulness makes me sick." Hermione opened her eyes and looked at him.

"I'm hurt by that." Charlie did a mock heartbroken pose. The war really had changed her she used to be so polite, now she was just honest. Losing her parents, although they hadn't been killed like the rest of the people that were lost, they were still lost to her, they didn't even know it. Even her relationship with Ron suffered. Ron just didn't know how to handle all her emotions and his at once, Ron had never felt that much emotion in the first place.

"Oh, shut up Charlie. You of all people should know I'm not a morning person." Hermione rolled over on to her back and sat up.

"And you of all people should know I am." Charlie smiled and pulled off his shirt to change.

"Charlie! Could you atleast wait 'til I close my eyes before you began to strip?" The fact that Charlie had grown comfortable enough around Hermione to change his clothes infront of her made her a bit uncomfortable. She'd always had a bit of a crush on him, but she was positive the feeling wasn't mutual.

"Oh Hermione you just don't let me have any fun. Fair warning. I'm changing my pants now." He pulled off the sweat pants he slept in.

"Charlie! You haven't even put a shirt on yet!" Hermione covered her eyes with her hands.

"Come on Hermione you know you like it when I strip for you." Charlie gave her a mischievous smile.

"Charlie!" Hermione looked offended.

"Sorry, I was only joking." Charlie made a pouty face because she had ruined his fun.

"Sure…" Hermione still covered her eyes with her hands.

Charlie walked over and grasped her hands pulling them away from her eyes. "I have pants on now."

"Oh god put on a shirt will you?" 'I mean you don't have to if you don't want to…' God he had a nice body, every muscle in his chest and stomach slightly sticking out from being used so much, she could count his abs. Her eyes drifted over his perfectly chiseled stomach. 'And there are his pecs… god those are nice, why can't he just put on a shirt…'

"Hermione are you ok?" Charlie was looking at her like she was getting sick all over the bed.

"Just a bit hungry is all. Now if you don't mind I'd like you to leave so I can change." Hermione gathered her composure and she stood up.

"I'll just be out side." Charlie said motioning to the tent door.

"Ok." Hermione nodded for him to leave.

Charlie left and stood out side the door.

Hermione pulled off Charlie's old Quidditch jersey she had taken to sleeping in then pulled on her favorite jeans and a tank top.

She walked out the door and smelled the fresh air, she may not be a morning person but she always loved the smell of the dew on the grass and the moist air.

"Boo!" Charlie jumped from around the corner.

Hermione screamed. "Charlie! Bloody hell! You scared me!"

"That was the intent." Charlie smiled at her.

"Charlie!" she slapped him playfully on the arm.

"What?" he tried to look innocent.

She let out a frustrated sigh. "Nevermind. Let's go get breakfast."

"Works for me." His stomach growled.

"You are always hungry aren't you?" Hermione turned to him as they walked.

"No… not always only when I haven't ate." Charlie smirked at her.

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Charlie you are very strange."

"Thanks you." He slipped an arm around her, he had been doing that a lot lately, especially when they were walked alone. 'Maybe he's starting to like me…'

"Charlie…" Hermione started.

"Yeah?" Charlie answered feeling like she was about to say something he'd been wanting to hear for a while.

"Nevermind." 'Oh! You chicken! Just tell him you like him!'

"No what is it?" Charlie wasn't about to give up that easily.

"Nothing really just some random thought." Hermione tried to brush it off.

"Well then you can tell me." Charlie was hoping it was what he wanted.

"Well no not really actually… one of those random girl thoughts." Hermione tried yet again to drop the subject.

Charlie looked deep into her eyes, like he was trying to read her mind. "Ok 'Mione what has you all smiley?"

"Smiley? What are you talking about I'm not smiling." Hermione had no idea what he was talking about.

"Your not with you mouth, your eyes give you away love." Charlie stopped and stood infront of her with his hands on either of her shoulders.

"My eyes? I didn't know eyes could smile." Hermione joked hoping he'd forget the previous topic.

"Hermione you know what I mean." Charlie was being serious for once.

"Yeah…" Hermione admitted.

"So what is it?" He questioned.

"Just this guy." Hermione tried to sound casual.

"Who?" Charlie tried not to sound jealous.

"Well I've known him for quit a while since I was in like fourth year I think, I may have met him before that, I'm not sure. He's quite older than I am though. He was working at the triwizard tournament." Hermione tried not to sound like she was describing Charlie.

"Well in that case, I must know him. So therefore you have to tell me." Charlie tried not to give away that he wanted to kick his arse.

"Oh I'm sure you don't." Hermione hurried to the mess tent and went in.

"That woman…" Charlie sighed to himself.