Thank Merlin He Can't read My Mind, Can He?

by lady-kyo

HGxCW they meet after so many years since her first year. HG's changed, and so has CW. What is so alluring about CW, and why does he know exactly what HG needs? rating for future chapters, sexuality ON HIATUS

6. What Charlie Saw

Thank Merlin He Can't Read My Mind Can He?

Disclaimer: No, I don't own Harry Potter, though I'd like to. Or maybe just the Weasley boys. . . except Percy. Eew.

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Chapter 6: What Charlie Saw

Charlie's pov

I shouldn't have followed Ron and Hermione, but with Ryou on the loose and in new territory, I couldn't run the risk of them surprising him. Although, in hindsight, he wouldn't have attacked; he'd have smelled me on Hermione, and in Ron. Ryou had settled down not half a mile away from the house, and not too far from the pond we all swam in. I was heading back to the house when I saw Ron and Hermione leaving. My blood boiled, and I felt Ryou stir.

Charlie-san, is that your hatchmate? Ryou's voice came to me, and I affirmed it. Is that the female with him?

Yes, Ryou. That is my youngest male hatchmate, Ron, and the female's name is Hermione, I said, and I followed them carefully. Ryou had only glimpsed their presence through my mind; them bumping into him in the flesh would be completely different.

Very well. I am going to sleep now. You will introduce me in the morning, Ryou's voice was heavy with drowsiness, and I smiled as he broke the contact rather reluctantly. Tired or not, he was still nosy.

I hung back, watching my brother and Hermione as they made they way from the house down to the pond. Ron gave her the camera I'd helped him pick out, and she hugged him. They spoke, and embraced again, but this time, it was more.

My blood began to boil and my eyes were glued to the couple in front of me. I watched as they kissed and touched, and I wanted to be the one with Hermione, introducing her to such pleasures. Surely I could do better than his dog-like laps. But the view was nice. . .

I crept closer and I heard Hermione's cries grow louder. I was getting painfully large and hard, but I couldn't leave. I stumbled over a large rock and I straightened up fully as I struggled not to fall flat on my face.

She was calling out his name and I felt my blood roar into my ears, the anger unbearable. She saw me and terror wiped the arousal from her eyes.

"CHARLIE!?" she screamed and Ron ducked down one last time, and this time she screamed his name.

I bellowed inside, and Ryou answered me, his cry loud in the night sky.