"Bow before your ruler Kenyon!" the cloaked person said.

The person called Kenyon bowed down on one knee.

"Do you promise to serve the Avalonian Brotherhood til death?" the cloaked person asked.

Kenyon nodded. "Yes my lord."

"Just to make sure you hold your tongue. Crucio!" The cloaked figure laughed as Kenyon rolled on the floor in agony.

Splash!

"Ahh! What the hell?" I screamed jumping out of bed. The first thing I realized was I was soaking wet. The second thing I noticed was my nightgown was completely see through. The third thing I noticed was I wasn't alone.

He was laughing, actually laughing.

I scowled at him. "What the fuck Charlie?" I growled.

He stopped laughing and a cold mask slid into place.

"We have to be to work in a half hour, and you were dead to the world." he growled.

"Well, you didn't have to use Aguamenti to wake me up!" I yelled.

He walked in front on me, and leaned down to whisper in my ear. "Baby, I don't need aguamenti to make you wet." He winked. He stood up straight again. He eyes roamed down my body.
"You might want to change your clothes." He smirked and walked out of my bedroom.

I strode to the door and slammed it shut.

That cocky son-of-a-bitch!

I'll fix his ass!

I looked for my most provocative clothes. I didn't have many. So I settled on a white lacy tank top and a short black skirt. I magically straightened my hair. I looked in the mirror and smirked. I knew I looked good.

I walked out of my room and into the kitchen. Charlie who had just taken a sip of his coffee, choked on it.

"Fuck me sideways..." he whispered.

I smirked. "I'm sorry?" I asked. "I didn't hear you."

"Uh..n-nothing." he stammered.

I sauntered over to him and placed my hand on his cheek. I slowly moved my hand down his neck and rested it against the middle of his chest.

He gulped.

I smiled sweetly. "Ready for work?"

He shifted slightly in his chair. "Uh..sure. Just...uhh. Let me get something from my room." He got up swiftly, practically ran in his room, and shut the door.

I smirked. One for Hermione. Zilch for Charlie!

A few minutes later he came back out, and we left for work. He led me to the healer station, and left without saying a word.

I could tell it was going to be a good day. Boy, was I wrong.

"Code yellow! Code yellow!" one of the healers yelled about two hours later. What the fuck is a code yellow? I was just about to ask the healer next to me when I saw a couple healers bring in two men on magical stretchers.

One was a tall man with brown hair and beautiful green eyes.

The second, was Charlie.

They were both burned pretty bad. My healer mode kicked in, and I went to help as much as I could.

I was cleaning and dressing on of Charlie's burns when I heard a long BEEEEEPPPPP!

One of the healers pushed me away from Charlie. "We're losing him! We're losing him! God dammit! Where's Kim?"

They were are frazzled. They didn't know what to do. So I did the only thing I could think of. I did CPR.

"God Dammit Charlie!" I yelled. "Don't give up! Fight it!" I continued doing CPR for about two minutes when I heard him take an intake of breathe.

I let out a breathe of my own.

He reached up to stroke my hair. "Gin?" he asked softly.

"No Charlie, it's Hermione. Not Ginny." I replied, not wanting him to ask the question I was dreading.

"Where's Ginny?" he asked urgently.

"Charlie..." I began softly. "Don't you remember? She's dead."

Ginny had been killed after the war. It was the day before her wedding to Harry. Some of the rogues had found her. They had beaten and raped her, then they burned her alive.

When we found her, her body was mangled.

Charlie started thrashing around in his bed.

"Someone calm him down!" The head healer yelled.

"Charlie! Charlie! It's okay!" I tried to calm him down.

"No! Gin's alive!" He insisted.

I frowned. "I'm sorry Charlie."

I patted him on the cheek and walked away.

"Wait! Hermione, come back!" He pleaded.

"Please?" he sounded so vulnerable I had to stay.

"Okay." I could tell he was back in right mind now.

I sat down by his bed, as the healers fixed his wounds.

"I'm sorry." he whispered. It was so soft, I almost didn't hear it.

"For what?" I asked perplexed.

"For being such a prat to you." he said.

I smiled sadly. "Charlie...don't apolo-"

"No!" he said sternly. "I had no right to treat you like that."

I raised an eyebrow.

"So, why did you treat me like that?"

He mumbled something I didn't quite hear.

"I'm sorry?" I asked.

"I said..." he started. "I blamed you for Ginny's death." he mumbled.

I sighed. He wasn't the first person. Most people don't know this, but the reason Ginny was killed, was because she wouldn't tell the rogues where I was. Ginny died because of me, and it's haunted me since.

Ron actually moved to America with his wife, Luna because he couldn't stand to see me.

I haven't talked to Harry in two years.

"Well, I don't blame you.." I mumbled.

"No." he insisted. "It wasn't right. It wasn't your fault."

I shrugged. "When did you come to this conclusion?"

He sighed. "The night you were almost r-r-raped. When I saw it happening, I didn't realize it was you at first. I had a flashback to when we f-found G-G-Ginny, and I just blacked out. When I found out it was you, it made it even worse. I realized that it wasn't your fault she died." He looked up at me with his brown eyes. "Everyone needs someone to protect them. Even you Hermione."

He looked so upset laying there that I didn't bother to correct him.

No one noticed the invisible man in the corner who reported everything he heard back to his boss.

AN: What do you think? This story is getting a lot darker than I originally planned. Oh well. Please review! :)