Chapter Ten

Monday rolled around to find a very tired Charlie and Hermione. The day before, they'd unpacked Hermione's belongings and prepared a feast worth of a queen for their family and friends. Hermione also informed him that the reply from her parents had arrived. He frowned remembered the reply; she'd left the letter open on the table.

Hermione,

Your father and I are disappointed to hear that you suddenly moved with out consulting
us , we know how close you are to the Weasley family, and they've been good
about taking care of you. Never the less, we both expect a full and complete explanation for
your hasty actions.

As for your roommate's invitation, ask if Friday would be an inconvenient time for our
visit. I know we need not ask you dear. But surely your roommate has a social agenda and
plenty of dates to keep. Let us know soon so we can prepare properly.

-Mum

The tone was cold and fat too business like for an exchange between a mother and a daughter. And the jab she put in almost Hermione's social and dating life was amazingly mean doe anyone to day and immediately made Charlie dread their visit. They let Zeus rest for the day, then sent him out with a response saying they'd expect the Grangers for dinner at 7: 30.

Also, the past two nights were unusually difficult. His problems sleeping seemed to be magnified to the extreme and the results were easy to see on his weary face and tousled hair. Not the best look for the first day on the job, but his reputation preceded him and people were impressed just to see him in person.

Lunch time came not a moment too soon. The morning had been filled with paperwork and several meetings with the other heads of departments. On his way out, he passed by a small group of young men near Hermione's age.

"I'm telling you man, that Brown girl will do you in no time. She's a total freak, anything goes. I spent the whole evening tapping that." A blond broke bragged to his friends.

"Nice!" His dark haired friend cheered him on. "What about your date though. She join in?"

"Granger? That bookworm hightailed it outta there pronto. I was just doing my sister-in-law a favor, agreeing to the date. Looks like I owe her big time for a wild night."

Charlie tensed, realizing this was the son-of-a-bitch that slipped between harry and Ron's fingers. But not this time. Schooling his face to a friendly expression, he approached the group.

"Good afternoon," he greeted them. They turned to look at him.

"Whoa! You're Charlie Weasley!' A black guy with startling blue eyes looked admiringly at Charlie.

"That's right. I just started today." He explained, despite the fact that everyone and their grandmother were aware of it.

"I'm Jonathan Hale." The fan stuck out his hand and looked star-struck when Charlie reached out and grasped out it. Charlie gave a pointed glance to the other two members of the group.

"Of, right! This is Tony," the dark haired man nodded. "Tony DiVentria, and he's Brian Hausser."

Charlie's target gave him an uninterested glace and shot a pointed look at the clock. Charlie's temper pulled at the tight leash cast around it, flaring at the boy's rude, disrespectful attitude.

"Pleasure." Charlie ground out. "So do you all work here, in this department?"

"Well I do." Jonathan answered. "Tony and Brian work in the field, investigating reports of magic."

Charlie nodded. Their field role as investigators helped explain their attitudes. They felt, acted and probably were treated like a couple of heroes around the offices.

"Oh really, either of you know Migedean Feshlier?" He asked, naming the top member of their department who had gone on to be a well-respected Auror and hero to many. He was the pride of their department.

"Of course. Worked with him myself." Brian spoke up, bragging proudly.

"His back ever heal?" Charlie asked, keeping his voice light and casual.

"What do you mean, why would anything be wrong with his back?" Brian snapped.

"He came into the reserve and got too close to a pregnant Russian Blue. She charged and grabbed him, knocking him around. By the time I got there his ribs were nearly all cracked, leg shattered and back an entire third degree burn. The only thing I couldn't fix was his back. Russian blues emit flames that can't be extinguished magically, and burns that can't be healed. The process is pretty painful."

Now he had the full attention of all three guys. Brian and Tony were staring at him with bug eyes and Brian was gapping at him. Jonathan looked ready to bow down and hail him.

"You healed Migedean Fleshier?" Brian snarked.

"And saved his life!" Jonathan added in awe.

Charlie shrugged and nodded, satisfied to have put the two arrogant boys into their place.

"Come on, are we going to eat or not?' Tony hissed, ready to get away from Charlie. His friends nodded.

"Would you join us?" Jonathan asked hopefully. Charlie was sorely tempted to accept when he saw the looks of horror on Brian and Tony's faces.

"No thank you. I can't, I have previous plans." Charlie answered.

He shook hands again with an exuberant, though disappointed Jonathan. Brian and Jonathan simply left quickly, ignoring Charlie. As soon as they were out of sight, Charlie darted back into his office and began to compose a letter. Then deciding that it'd take too long, he sent out a patronus with a message. Then he sat back and waited.

Ten minutes later Harry, Ron, Fred, George, Ginny, Fleur and Luna were all gathered in Charlie's office and were thirsty for revenge.

"You got it?" Charlie asked Harry. Harry nodded his wand ready in his hand, which shook with anger. "Good. You, Ron, Ginny, Fleur and I will go there. Bill, Fred and George go do your stuff at the house."

"Aye aye captain." The twins chanted in unison with smart salutes. They followed a sprinting Bill out of the office. As soon as they got out of the ministry they would apparate.

Brian opened the door to his office and disarmed the security charms. He reached for the lights and switched them on as a female voice shouted.

"Conjunctivitis!"

Immediately his eyes grew swollen and itchy. All he could see were blurs of different sizes approaching him. He began to back away and reach for the door to call for help.

"Immobulus, quietus." Charlie called coldly, freezing Brian and his steps and preventing him from raising his voice. Not that it would matter with silencing charms they'd already placed on the office.

Fleur stalked forward and hissed at him. She circled him like a shark, leaned closer to him and hissed in his ear.

"You have made a very serious mistake, mon ami. No body hurts my family and gets away with it." She stepped back. "Furnuculus!" She screeched; face contorting into an awful, violent snarl. A true testament to her half vela nature.

Brian writhed as large, painful boils broke out along his entire body.

"Desaungo!" Ron roared. Brian's teeth grew rapidly until they were cutting his chin. They continued to grow, but the pain was still not enough to satisfy Ron. He leaped forward and punched him in the face, knocking in to the ground. As a result, Charlie's charm was forcibly and painfully broken, allowing him to move again. He got up and scrambled blindly, right toward Charlie, who picked him up with ease and tossed him across the spacious office, with enough to break the solid wood desk he landed on. Harry quickly levitated him and threw him back across the room, bouncing him off the ceiling into the wall nearest them.

"Reduccio." Luna's soft voice called out, her wand carefully aimed. Ginny and Fleur began to cackle wildly.

"Let's see you fuck around now, man-slut." Ginny crowed.

"With a shrunken cock… not even money would get a woman near that." Fleur snickered.

The men looked at Luna in a mixture of horror and amusement. Ron leaned over and gave her a kiss, then slipped over to Harry.

"Remind me to never piss a witch off again." He stage whispered.

"Amen!" Harry responded. He and Charlie were nodding emphatically. They delivered several more blows to the pathetic man, then snuck out of his office, leaving a note telling him that the next time he got anywhere near Hermione Granger, or hurt her, he'd spend the rest of his miserable life in St. Mudgo's, hideous and wishing for death.

Soon thereafter, Brian arrived at his house, having been given the remainder of the day off. As he entered the front door a bucket clamored to the floor, covering him in thick, hot pink liquid. With a loud grunt, he kicked the bucket across the room, ignoring the pain that shot through his body in the process, and stalked into the house.

He stepped into the shower, enjoying the hot water as in loosened his muscles and wincing when it hit his many cuts and scrapes. He washed his hair vigorously, and used some beauty potion to clean his face. He spent nearly half an hour in the shower, mourning the loss of his precious dick and trying in vain to regrow it.

Finally, growing sick of his own failed attempts, he stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his hips. Not that he had anything to cover anymore. He stood in front of the mirror, wiped it clear, and screamed like a little girl. His hair was neon blue; skin died bright hot pink and face distorted like a Picasso.

Fred, George and Bill watched their work in action. After casting a charm to leave a note, similar to the one delivered to Brian earlier, emblazoned on the ceiling above his bed, they apparated back to Charlie's office.

There the group shared a couple rounds of celebratory butterbeer and exchanged stories about what they'd done to the bugger. The brothers inched away from Luna when they heard about her shrinking spell, but still praised her whole-heartedly. A sailor thought ran through the minds of all of the room's inhabitants.

"No one messes with our Hermione."