A/N: Here's the next part, again various ratings from T to NC-17, read with care.

Disclaimer: Still don't own any of it, and still not making any money!


6. Chosen

Hermione laughed softly when she felt rather than heard the soft growl come from Charlie's throat. She ran her hands across the expanse of his shoulders before pulling his face down to hers to place a chaste kiss on his lips. Charlie was surprised to feel two soft warm lips on his own, but he quickly wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed harder against her mouth, running his tongue across his bottom lip, pleading for entry. She gasped at the hot contact and hummed softly as she felt his tongue slowly exploring her mouth, gently massaging her back as he snogged her with all the passion he could muster. She pulled back from him slightly, lips swollen and red from the extra rush of blood. She grinned as she placed soft, wet kisses up his neck to his ear, which she suckled, then bit gently, causing him to grunt softly before whispering in his ear,

"I'm staying in Percy's old room. You know where to find me. It's your choice, Charlie."

Charlie swiveled his head around to look in her eyes so fast he almost gave himself whiplash. At his questioning gaze, she winked boldly before standing up and heading toward the stairwell. She stopped at the base of the stairs and shot him a steamy look over her shoulder before flouncing up the stairs to her bedroom.

Charlie sat and stared at his hands, debating with himself. She was obviously willing, but she was his brother's best friend. She was almost 7 years younger than him, but obviously very mature for her age. He sighed before standing up to pace and decide. He knew he didn't have much time for debating with himself, before she would give up, wank, and fall asleep. He looked down at his rock hard cock and groaned. There's was only one thing to do.

He ran up the stairs as fast as he could toward Percy's (no, Hermione's) room and opening the door a crack to see if she was still awake. A small lantern was lit, casting a glow across the figure lying in the bed. He almost came when he saw her, laying across the bed, wearing nothing but a set of red lace brassiere and knickers, her head propped up on one elbow and her hair falling across her shoulders. He shut the door before casting locking and silencing charms on it, and was next to her in two steps, kneeling next to the bed, drinking in the sight of her. At her questioning glance, he licked his lips and replied,

"I've chosen, Hermione. I want you. So much."


7. Clandestine

"Took you long enough." Hermione mumbled against Charlie's mouth as he caught her lips in another steaming kiss, one hand running through her hair, the other unlacing his boots as fast as humanly possible. He toed the shoes off and kicked them to the far corner of the room, then made short work of his socks, then his belt and jeans. Hermione grinned when she glanced at his boxers.

"Smiley faces, Charlie?" she asked, an amused tint to her voice. He shrugged nonchalantly before replying with his own grin, "Why not?"

Those certainly make me happy, she thought to herself before hooking her finger into the waistband and pulling him down to the bed on top of her, meeting his lips again, running her hand across his shoulders, down his back and over his silk covered arse.

Charlie ran his hands up her sides, hooking his hands underneath her shoulders and propping himself up on his elbows, so as to not smother her. He looked deep into her eyes before pulling up a bit and asking gently,

"Hermione, are you sure you want this?"

"Of course, Charlie," she answered just as gently, "why wouldn't I? I did invite you up here, didn't I?"

"Yes, but I figured you more for the relationship kind of bird, not for clandestine meetings in my brother's old bed." All of a sudden, he got a mental picture of a small Percy fast asleep and him leaning down to tuck him in, "Well, that was as good as a cold shower," he laughed, shaking his head a bit.

"I'll have you know this is actually my bed," Hermione grinned and harrumphed at him. "I moved it from my parents' house, after they…" She couldn't finish the sentence, the memories still hurt too bad. She felt a lone tear slide down her temple into her hair. Charlie caught it on his thumb, and raised it to his mouth before rolling off of her and kneeling by the bed again,

"Hermione, we shouldn't do this. We barely know each other. I think we both got caught up in the moment, and later, I would feel like I used you. I don't want that." He stated, his deep voice husky, as if trying to shake off the last bit of randiness.

"You wouldn't be using me, Charlie." She replied, pouting a bit, "I really do want you, but perhaps you're right," She rolled onto her side and caressed his cheek, rubbing her thumb across his lips. He started to stand when she grabbed his hand,

"Stay with me, Charlie. Please? I don't…I don't want…"

"What don't you want, sweetheart?" he asked her quietly, kneeling down again and stroking her cheek, "tell me."

"I don't want to be alone." She replied, the tears starting to burn the backs of her eyelids.

"You don't have to be, Hermione," Charlie replied as he lay next to her, pulling the quilt over both of them and pulling her close to him, wrapping his arms tightly around her, laying her head on his chest, "I'll stay with you." He whispered, kissing the top of her head gently.

"Thank you Charlie, I'm so sorry…" she whispered into his chest, starting to tremble.

"You don't have to be sorry," Charlie replied, rubbing her back gently, drawing small designs with his fingers, "You don't have to be brave. Mum told me all about it, let it all out, baby girl." He continued to whisper soothing words to her as she sobbed against his chest, eventually crying herself to sleep.

He sighed to himself as he gently turned her over so he could lie on his back, rest his head on the pillow, then rest her head on his shoulder. As he drifted off to sleep he couldn't help but wonder what he had gotten himself into.


8. Courtesan

Charlie looked around him, he was obviously dreaming. When he glanced down at himself, he was wearing a set of lacy maroon dress robes, very similar to the ones that had embarrassed Ron so badly at the Yule Ball. Charlie was, oddly enough, not the least bit embarrassed, knowing that his codpiece was showing and was the envy of every gentleman and the desire of every lady present. The people in the assembly were rather dull, however, and he found himself taking his leave early and wandering around the streets of London. He had turned into an alleyway to apparate home when he saw it, a flash of curly brown hair. He picked up his pace to find out who it was, perhaps a courtesan that he could have his way with for the right price. When he turned the corner, he caught her eyes, a deep chocolate brown, before she disappeared with a crack…

Charlie's eyes flew open at the noise…he heard a rumble of thunder and realized the storm outside must've woken him. He groaned when he saw Hermione curled up next to him. Preferring not to embarrass her in the morning, or get caught by his brothers or worse, his mum, he gently slipped his arm out from underneath her and kissed her on the forehead before standing. He spied a stack of blank parchment and a few quills on her desk and sat to write her a note before quietly leaving her room to head to his own, where he flopped down on his bed and pondered his dream. It was…strange, to say the least. He shrugged it off and rolled over, but sleep was elusive the rest of the night, and he was in the shower by the crack of dawn.


9. Dress

Hermione squinted her eyes against the light streaming onto her face from the window. She always woke early, but generally had a hard time getting started. She groaned as she flipped over onto her stomach and buried her face into the pillow and took a deep breath. The pillow smelled like...Charlie. Hermione had always been a light sleeper, and she had felt the pressure on the bed shift when Charlie went back to his room the night before. My feelings will not be hurt. He's just more comfortable in his own bed, that's all. She continued to give herself little words of encouragement about Charlie sneaking off in the middle of the night as she tossed and turned, trying to shake off her drowsiness.

"Get up, Sleepyhead! I know you're awake in there!" A decidedly male voice called from the other side of the door, banging on the door as he yelled. "Mrs. Weasley says breakfast is ready! Get up, get up, get up! Rise and Shine! The early bird gets the worm! Well, the last pancake in our case!"

Hermione finally threw her legs over the side of the bed, rubbed her eyes roughly and threw on a dressing gown over her lingerie before flinging the door open to meet a pair of laughing emerald eyes.

"Bloody hell, Harry, how can you be so bloody chipper in the morning?" She asked, attempting to stifle a large yawn behind her hand, holding her dressing gown shut with the other.

Harry just chuckled and yelled over his shoulder, "Oi, Charlie! I got two 'bloody's' out of her today!"

Charlie, who had been in the shower, walked out of the loo door with a towel wrapped around his narrow hips, holding it shut with his right hand. He glanced at Hermione for a few seconds, before he looked at the floor and blushed.

"Is that a good thing or a bad thing, Harry? I'd prefer to stay on her good side." Charlie mumbled at his feet before beating a hasty retreat to his and Bill's old bedroom to dress.

Harry just shrugged and gave Hermione a small peck on the cheek before telling her, with a cheeky grin "you'd better come on, before Ron eats everything in sight. Both of you." Hermione nodded quietly at him, barely hearing what he said about Ron, her attention focused on the closed door of Charlie's room. As Harry took off town the stairs, whistling a jaunty tune, Hermione turned back into what she had come to know as her bedroom, and saw a folded piece of parchment bearing her name on her bureau. She picked it up, her curiousity winning out over her caution, and saw that her name was written on it in a small, obviously masculine scrawl. She unfolded it and began to read.


10. Eternity

Hermione,

As I sit here and pen this note to you, I'm watching you sleep. You look so sweet when you sleep, did you know that? Your hair falls over your shoulder in a certain way that make my hand itch to brush it back, at the risk of waking you. Your eyelashes fall across your cheeks and there is a small smile on your lips, indicating pleasant dreams. I wonder if you are dreaming of me, or perhaps us? That leads me to wonder if there could be an "us"? I realize we know very little of each other, and there is a bit of an age gap, but we are both adults and mature enough to make our own decisions. I would love to get to know you better, both inside and out. I'd love to see your eyes when you smile every day, but I'm not a fool. Circumstances are against us, at any rate, because I don't imagine you'll want to leave the ministry any time soon, and I couldn't leave my babies (and by that, I mean the dragons!)

I suppose now you're wondering if that I felt this way about you, why did I sneak off in the middle of the night? Simply put, I was embarassed. If you'll pardon the rude expression, I came into you're room expecting nothing but a shag, with no commitments and no regrets, but now I realize that I could never do that you. Not the least because Ron and Harry would both castrate me, but you're worth more than that. Call me a coward, but I didn't want either of us to be embarrassed or uncomfortable this morning, and if we woke in the same bed, one or both would be inevitable. I hope we have a chance to learn more about each other while I'm on holiday, and hopefully become more. If it suits you, you can write back and slip the parchment under my door, I keep it warded so there will be no prying eyes, I promise, or if you'd prefer a more direct approach, I'm willing to listen when you're ready to talk to me. If you're angry and aren't willing to forgive me for sneaking off on you, I completely understand, I just hope you can accept this shoddy apology letter.

Yours,

Charlie

Hermione read through the letter three times, turned it over to see if there was anything on the back, only to see her name scrawled in the corner where he had folded the parchment. She huffed and plopped onto the bed. What to do now? She had been ready to admit to herself that Charlie had left because he just wanted a shag and she didn't give it up, but rather sobbed on his chest like a child. It was disconcerting to find out that what she thought his intentions were were totally off the mark, and that he had only left so they could both save face in the morning. She imagined what Harry's reaction would have been if it had been Charlie that flung the door open that morning instead of her, that would have been so embarassing.

She read through the first paragraph again, and smiled softly to herself. So he was watching her sleep? And he was wondering about their relationship? It was undoubtedly one of the sweetest things she had ever heard..er, read, but he was correct and assuming that it would have to be a long distance relationship, and those rarely ever worked out. But, by Merlin, she was a Gryffindor for a reason, and so was he! They would make it work! However, they had to get past being acquaintances first. She sat on her bed and pondered the contents of her letter for what felt like an eternity before folding it gently and putting it in the top drawer of her bureau and warding the drawer shut. She heard some commotion from the kitchen underneath her, and her stomach growled, reminding her that breakfast was ready. She grinned to herself, what better way to get to know someone than to share a meal with them?