"Hot isn't it?" The familiar arrogant voice made her jump and she turned round to look at the source.
"Hello is traditional" she snapped.
"And what about me is traditional?" he winked. Hermione tutted loudly and stood to wash up the dishes of her dinner but stopped in her tracks.
Charlie had removed his shirt revealing a surprisingly toned physique. She couldn't help but look at his abs and his tanned chest. He caught her gaze.
"And what are you looking at?" he winked.
"Piss of Charlie, you aren't half arrogant!"
He looked down and she couldn't help noticing that he turned slightly
pink.
Suddenly, Pig, who's absence had not been noticed, crashed into the kitchen window, making both of them jump. Hermione walked to where the little owl was persistently zooming in circles and untied the piece of parchment tied to his foot. She unravelled it and read aloud
"Dear Hermione and Charlie,
the car which we borrowed to get to London has broken down and the floo network appears to have been disabled so I'm afraid we are stuck in London for a while because we can't leave the car. Please be patient with each other just for a few days until we return. Deepest apologies, Molly".
Hermione and the still topless Charlie exchanged despairing glances. How were they going to cope for that long alone in the house, they'd drive each other mad!
It was Charlie who first spoke, "So, your worst nightmare realised eh?"
"It could be worse, at least we don't have to speak", she smirked and she left through the door and into the garden, taking her glass of milk with her.
He watched her walk out like he always did. Why was he so horrible to her? He acted like a little boy in the playground towards her, and he knew it. What was wrong with him? Hermione was Ron's best friend. He was disgusted with himself. She was a teenage girl! But God he loved the way her ass looked in those jeans and the way her hair swayed when she walked and the way she spoke to him when they were fighting. If Ron ever found out how he felt, he would never speak to him again. Everybody knew that Ron had always had a crush on Hermione. Lucky Charlie wasn't so obvious… He sighed and placed his head back in his hands. Everything was wrong, he was wrong for liking her in that way. Plus she hated him. She really did. He couldn't blame her; he always acted arrogant and cocky around her. She had no idea how shy he really was.