A/N So good news everyone! The mom and three of the puppies are fine and dandy now. I lost two to it but it could have been so much more. I mourn the two I lost still but I'm doing okay. They rest are back to 100% though. However my great aunt just died to night at around seven. The family was told around noon today that she only had 48 hours left. She died in less than 8. I wasn't very close to my great aunt, but I am close to my Nana and she is obviously upset about losing a sister. While I will probably still find time to write this next week I don't know if it will be enough time to finish a chapter we'll just have to see. If not I apologize now. Okay back to the story note. So I know there is this whole idea that Hermione can't cook at all I'm not sure if that is canon or fanon, I couldn't find anything, but for this story at least she can cook. You'll learn how she learned to in this chapter. And there will be more backstory of hers to come later on because her "heritage" in this story is going to be important. For this story her mother's side of the family is Italian and she is half Italian. I understand that isn't canon but this is a fanfiction and there is a point to it. It will become important as the story progresses. I promise. Any-who that's all for this note. Hope you like reading as much as I like writing!

Hermione felt when Charlie's wards dropped and quickly reglamoured herself to her earlier disguise. As she peaked out the door she sighed in relief and dropped her own wards. As Charlie entered she canceled the glamours.

Charlie's jaw dropped when he entered and saw Hermione's hair and eyes changing colors. It was shocking enough that she could have passed for his sister before they dropped. But, as his eyes rolled over her outfit his mouth stayed open. "Hermione, Uh..." He clamped his mouth shut before he could start stuttering like an idiot. She looked amazing. So amazing in fact, that he had to shift how he was standing.

Hermione's relief quickly turned into malevolent pleasure when she saw Charlie's reaction and how he shifted his stance. "Problems Charlie?" The smirk that crossed her face was both seductive and dangerous. Everyone as school thought her a virgin. Well, almost everyone. Ther was one person who knew better. One ridiculously intelligent slytherin. One Mr. Theodore Nott. They weren't in a relationship or anything but they had been study and fuck buddies for two years now. She hadn't done anything with him since September though. Once she'd hit maturity it felt wrong. Charlie though? He could be fun. All these thoughts had happened in less than a second and her eyes shifted to a playfully seductive look.

Charlie looked at her face having to look up from her chest to do so. He gulped and then cleared his throat. Even then all he could do was shake his head. Her smirk widened as she stepped closer to him. "No? Because, I think you do." She had closed the distance while she talked. As she finished speaking she put one hand gently on his chest and trailed her fingers down towards his stomach.

Something in him seemed to snap and her eyes sparkled when he grabbed her wrist. "Don't tease me witch." He twisted her arm behind her and used it as leverage to press her up against him. "If you wanted to feel my reaction all you had to do was ask." He leaned down to whisper in her ear. "You're playing with someone who's around dragon fire daily. Be careful lest you be the one burned, love." He nipped her ear lobe and her intake of breath was enough of a victory. He released her writs and smirked when she quickly took a step back. Ah so she was used to being in control. Oh well, he didn't do submissive. Best she found out now. He couldn't help himself, as her earlier words left his lips. "Problems Love?" Hermione quickly shook her head and if it hadn't been for the blatant lust he saw in her eyes, he might've worried he'd frightened her. As it was however he just smirked wider. "Time for the tour ya?" His eyes flickered with mischievousness. He absolutely had no plans to act on his lust this early. He might've lied to the Dark Lord as to why he wanted her. But, he did want her. It just wasn't going to be a one time thing. He had a feeling she was going to be addicting.

Hermione just barely stopped herself from pouting at his deliberate change of subject. if that's how he wanted to play, fine. It was war. And nobody was better at war than she was. "That'd be nice. I assume you didn't mean for me to sleep on the couch. If you did, I'm afraid you'll be forking over your bed. Either in totality or only in part is your choice of course.

She batted her eyes innocently and he busted out laughing. "No Hermione, I didn't expect you to sleep on the couch. I have a spare bedroom." He picked up her school trunk. "Come on then, I'll show you around." He turned around at that and led her down a short hallway. He pointed out the kitchen and bathroom before opening up a door to a room with a gigantic bed, with black and purple bedding, in it. There was a cherry wood bedside table next to it. It also had empty cherry wood book cases along one wall with a matching armoire in between two of them. Another wall had sliding mirror doors that were open to reveal a closet. The other two walls were painted royal purple, the ceiling was enchanted similar to Hogwarts and showed the sky outside, without mimicking the weather however. All in all the room was absolutely beautiful.

Hermione was stunned silent for a moment. "This is mine?"

He smiled at the awe in her voice, but it wasn't a mocking smile. It was one of pride. "Do you like it?" She nodded easily and he led her inside sitting her trunk by the closet. I'll let you get settled. It's almost dinner time, after which is an order meeting, where I get yo lie to everyone and tell them I dropped you off.

That isn't a problem is it? If so I can always go stay at my parent's like I originally planned."

He immediately shook his head. "Do you honestly think that if I had a problem with lying to the order that I'd be a death eater? She figured that was a fair point and shrugged. "Hermione I knew when I invited you to stay with me I was going to have to lie about it. Now, what do you want for dinner?"

Hermione smiled, "I'll cook. Do you like italian?" When he nodded she squealed happily. "Great!" When she didn't further elaborate he just shrugged. Hermione found her way into the kitchen and chased Charlie off telling him to go do something. It might've been his kitchen but she was cooking which made it hers for the time being and she didn't like people around when she cooked. She found all the ingredients she needed for Osso Buco and risotto. Her Nonna had taught her how to make them.

Two and a half hours later dinner was served. Charlie wasn't sure what he was expecting but when he set at the table his eyes bulged. As he took his first bite he couldn't help the moan of delight that escaped his lips. "Hermione this is amazing!

She blushed slightly at the praise, "Thank you Charlie, my Nonna taught me as a kid before she passed away. She was full Italian and thought it was important I learn to cook and speak through her culture."

"She must have been an amazing cook then." Just as they finished eating Charlie's wand started to buzz. "I'm sorry to eat and run Hermione, but that's my alarm for the order meeting."

Hermione shooed him off. "No trace remember? Dishes are easy. Go, before you are late and they get suspicious." He nodded at her, stood up, and disapparated. She quickly cast a cleansing charm on the dishes before heading back to her bedroom to unpack.