A/N: Hi guys... I really can't keep making excuses and from this point on I probably won't. Suffice it to say my mental health has taken a beating recently and I haven't been able to find any will to write whatsoever. I'm in a better mood but I can't honestly say how long it is going to last. I'm going to try to get as much written as I can while I'm in a writing mood though. Please forgive my time-lapse. Also upon rereading my story and a few commenters who I can't thank enough, I realized that I've had two first occlumency lessons with Snape. I apologize for the inconsistency. Can we pretend that the first lesson was the original first lesson and he was teaching her the distraction method before he taught her how to pull up her mind-scape? And the second lesson she had learned to pull up her mind-scape so he is teaching her the false bookbinding method? I know that's a lot to ask but I really just don't have the will power right now to go back and rewrite the whole last chapter. When I'm in a better head-space I promise I will go back and turn it into just that but right now can we just pretend it was that way all along? Please? Thanks. Also, I'm probably going to be bouncing back and forth between stories while I'm in the mood to write. I want to try to update all of the W.I.P's I also have been working on writing another chapter of my antothormione stories. So hopefully that will be up soon as well. I also have plans to extend some of my fluff pieces. Hopefully, my better head-space lasts long enough for me to get done everything I want to get done. As always I hope you enjoy reading as much as I do writing.

Hermione woke up a short while later to a knock on the door. She sat straight up on the couch. Charlie wouldn't be knocking he would just drop her wards and come in. It couldn't be Severus either. She quickly cast aguamenti and washed the spray die out of her hair letting her now bright red hair drop straight. Next, she summoned her contacts and quickly put them in. Looking down she groaned. She didn't have time to untransfigure her outfit at the moment. Instead, she turned and ran down the hall grabbing one of Charlie's t-shirts, and stripping out of her other clothes, threw it on. When the banging on the door sounded again she ran back down the hall. She cast a charm she had created that would change the door into a two-way mirror of sorts. So that the person on the other side of the door would still see a door but the person on the inside could see who was out there. When she saw who was out there she rolled her eyes at her previous panic. She dropped her wards long enough to open the door, yank Tonks in, and shut the door back. The moment the door was shut back she replaced the wards. "Jesus Tonks you scared the hell out of me."

The metamorphmagus in front of her couldn't help the smirk at her stage of undress, she raised a pink eyebrow, "Expecting someone else Hermione."

To Hermione's credit, she did not blush. "I didn't know who you bloody were. For all I knew, his mother could have found out about this place. I figured seeing a half-dressed woman in a man's shirt might dissuade her from looking too closely. For obvious reasons, I couldn't wear my "Hermione" clothes. That would lead to way too many questions. And my transfigurations on my clothes are complex to avoid them being dropped accidentally in DADA. Not to mention his t-shirt was the quickest thing to throw on. I probably could have cast the charm first and saved myself the trouble but you woke me from a nap and I panicked!"

The snap at the last statement and the flash in Hermione's eyes gave the other witch pause. She might be older but she had no doubt that Hermione would be able to hold her own. "Ok, that's fair enough. I was only teasing Hermione. Charlie told me everything a couple of days ago when we had a mission together."

This time Hermione did blush. Charlie had told her he'd informed Tonks. Hermione sighed, "I'm sorry Tonks, truly I am, I'm just a bit stressed at the pressure I'm putting myself under. I knew that certain things were going to take time to learn but I didn't think that it would be halfway through the summer before I was passable at anything to make a move. Plus I haven't even figured out where 'Elvira Hesper Prewett-Fawley' is going to disappear to when I have to go back to school. If I join the death-eaters this summer as I had planned I don't think I'll be able to go back to school, and while it's not really that big of a deal I also have no idea if I actually want to abandon Harry completely or not."

Tonks looked at the younger witch in front of her and realized that as intelligent as she was her emotions had gotten to the better of her and she'd formulated plans without truly thinking everything completely through. "Tell you what Hermione, why don't we have a witches night. Charlie got called into an order meeting, which is why I'm here, by the way, he was worried about you."

Hermione rolls her eyes. She's not sure why everyone thinks Severus is evil incarnate but she doesn't argue with Tonks about checking up on her. If she takes the time to calm down and think about it, it is kind of sweet. "I've already had one lesson before this one. What on earth does Charlie think he's going to do? Kidnap me? He could have done that last time. I appreciate the sentiment honestly I do but good-lord."

Tonks laughs, "Charlie is a bit of a worrier. Every auror's raid I go on he checks up on me within a few days. I think despite how much he despises it his Mum has rather rubbed off on him."

Hermione busts out laughing. "Don't let him hear you say that. A witches night actually sounds wonderful."

The two witches spend the rest of the night pampering themselves. Tonks teaches Hermione a spell to change her nails to whatever polish color she wants including patterns and designs. Hermione teaches Tonks the spell to change her magical signature. They end up giggling and just having a good time. Tonks can't help but smile as she watches the stress bleed out of Hermione through the night.

Hermione smiles more and more as the night goes on. Relaxing and letting her worries be pushed aside for the time being Hermione just enjoys being a girl having a girls' night with a friend. She never does change out of Charlie's shirt or put anything else on for that matter.

When Charlie apparated inside his apartment around two in the morning he did not expect to hear giggling. He had assumed that Tonks would check up on Hermione let her know that he had a mission and then head out. He also didn't expect to see the witch that he found extremely sexy and attractive wearing only his shirt. His eyes rove over Hermione's body, heat igniting his gaze. He barely hears Tonks make an excuse and leave. He does, however, manage to say goodbye to her, barely. Once he hears the door shut a growl escapes his lips and he's on Hermione in a second backing her against a wall. "Do you realize witch, just how fucking enticing you look right now?" He sees the look Hermione sends his way, knows what she is about to say before she does. Let's her say it anyway because he's holding himself back from pushing through the final line between them.

Hermione sees the heat in his gaze. Feels herself heating up under it, can't help the teasing lilt to her voice when she asks, "Do I look enticing? I don't see how. I'm only wearing a t-shirt." She cocks her head, her eyes daring him to make a move. To do something. And to her great pleasure, he does.

The moment the last word's leave her lips Charlie lets out a feral growl and his lips crash against hers. It's not a sweet kiss. Its teeth and biting and tongue. It's desperation and its desire, bleeding into it from weeks of torturous teasing. And perhaps to both of their slight surprise she returns it just as ferally. Just as desperately. Just as bitingly and passionately. As they continue the kiss Charlie picks her up and presses her back against the wall. Hermione instantly wraps her legs around him. And when they finally break apart to breathe Hermione realizes she's made her decision. And for once without overthinking it. Without giving herself a chance to change her mind she bites the bit of neck right below his ear.

Charlie releases a groan, wants nothing more than to take Hermione to his bedroom right that moment. But he stops himself. He puts her down. Looks down at her. He's told her the consequences of taking that next step. Needs to be sure she's not just acting in the heat of the moment. The look she gives him at the thought that he is rejecting her is answer enough. Without giving her chance to retreat or pull back he crashes his lips to hers again. Desperate to prove that he does indeed want her. The soft sigh Hermione gives against his lips tears his insides. This witch is his. He's made his decision, she's made hers, and without any further thought, he picks her up and carries her to his bedroom.

They'd love me to tell you their first time was sweet. That it was making love. Unfortunately pent up desire, the surety of finally making that last step, and their aggressive natures would make that statement a lie. It was a battle of domination and wills. Though neither of them lost. It was sex. Plain and simple. They took and received equally, both giving and receiving pleasure. That's not to say there won't be love to come. But their first time together was very much a pleasure-driven experience.

A/N: Ok so I can right the lead up to smut very well. However, I am still working on the actual smut part. So, for now, this will have to do. I will keep working on it I promise. Plus I'm also trying to somewhat obey the site's guidelines. I do have an Ao3 and once I get better at writing smut I'll put a more explicit version of this story on there. until then don't be too mad?