Hermione was having a bad day. By bad, she meant, for one thing, that nothing was going the way she needed it to go; second, she was bored out of her mind.

Earlier that morning, she'd gone out to do errands and she had failed to complete any of them. Firstly, she'd gone to Madam Malkin's to get new dress robes for a Ministry function, and she'd gotten the wrong order made. Secondly, Gringott's was closed for some unknown reason and she'd needed to make a transaction. Another horrible happening was that her co-worker from the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures (Roger MacDonald, the pervert he was) had been harassing her all week to go out on a date, and with each polite refusal of his invitations sent via owl, the invitations only increased. To say the least, Hermione Granger was one pissed-off woman. She'd also had to move from her perfectly nice flat in the north side of London to the Burrow because they were going to demolish the buildings to build a new shopping mall. For the moment, she was bunking in Charlie's old room.

She'd moodily stomped down the stairs into the living room, and took up residence on the window seat, book in hand. For perhaps an hour, she'd been reading until she heard the sound of Mrs. Weasley and Ginny announcing Charlie's arrival. Hermione was about to walk into the kitchen. She was halfway through the doorway when she collided with a body and crashed onto the floor. Hearing Harry exclaim her name as he ran over to her, she only saw a blur of the signature Weasley hair before she lay sprawled on the floor.

She groaned as the weight of Charlie Weasley lay on top of her. She was suddenly feeling warm in the places she usually decidedly did not feel warm in and blushed as Charlie stood up awkwardly and extended a hand, but Harry picked her up by the arm and helped her arm, leaving Charlie standing without a purpose. She shot him a weak smile and apologized profusely, which he denied.

"It should me apologizing," he said in return, smiling. "Sorry for crashing into you." Hermione shook her head.

"It's fine." Sending him a final grin, she went off to finish the last two chapters of the gripping mystery novel she was reading. She heard Charlie leave the room and disappear into the kitchen where she heard the clink of the ceramic mugs.

She was confused with the feelings that were coursing through her mind and body at the moment. Attraction or lust? Charlie Weasley? She shook her head and tried to ignore the butterflies fluttering in her stomach.