Hermione Granger was lost.

Lost in his red hair, lost in his deep blue eyes, lost in rippling, toned muscles...

Uggh, Hermione groaned inwardly, my mind is going into the gutter again. She tried to go back inside, to force herself away from watching him, again, but she couldn't do it.

In the glow of the setting sun Charlie Weasley looked like a God. Hermione found herself here many times, standing in the shadows behind him, waiting for...something. She didn't know what she expected from him. Even if he knew she was there it wouldn't make difference. He was older, more experienced and way too beautiful. Charlie was too far out of her league.

"I know your there Hermione" Charlie said without turning around.

Bloody hell he caught me, Hermione though horrified, what do I do?

Hermione held her breath, toying wit the idea of running away. Logically however, Hermione knew that there was no plausible way to escape.

"You going to stay behind that bush all night or come out and watch this sun set with me?" Charlie asked.

Hermione stood up brushing the leaves off of her dress. She approached him slowly and silently.

"You do that everyday," Charlie said softly. "You just sit there and watch me"

"I am sorry if I have intruded" Hermione said apologetically. "I'll go"

Charlie reached out and pulled her beside him. He slipped a strong arm around her waist.

"I wondered how long it would take you to come to me," Charlie whispered in her ear. "I got a little tired of waiting"

"I am glad" Hermione replied trying to fight back a sob.

"I love you Hermione" Charlie told her. "Happy Valentines Day"

"I love you too Charlie" Hermione replied softly. "Happy Valentine's Day"