Dragon Wings, Hogwarts Heart
A Charlie~Hermione Story
(Re-edited July 15, 2003)
~!*!~
August 19, 2006
He couldn't sleep.
Charlie lay awake, staring at the canvas roof of his tent. The gentle rain that had fallen that morning had increased to a downpour, dropping buckets on the shabby Muggle tent his expedition had bought.
Ten days to go, he thought to himself. Ten more days in soggy, wet, stinking Romania. Ten more days before I'm back home...with her.
He shook his head. Stop it, he reprimanded himself. Look at yourself. You're pathetic. Mooning over a girl who started at Hogwarts a year after you graduated. Cradle-robber.
Still, he couldn't help it when his thoughts once again returned to her. Her brown hair, the way she laughed, the way she smiled. Even the way her front teeth were a bit crooked...well, until she fixed them. Even the way she sometimes bossed Ron and Harry around. He loved all of her. He loved her-
Stop it! He commanded himself again. It was one kiss at the World Cup, after Ireland won. She was caught up in the moment. She probably hasn't given it a second thought.
She couldn't sleep.
Hermione lay awake, looking through her old spell books.
I can't believe I thought this spell was hard, she thought, making iridescent blue bubbles float out the tip of her wand. She sat staring at the bubbles for a second, then, glancing to make sure her bedroom door was shut and locked and her window shades were drawn, she muttered "Rojolee."
The blue bubbles turned into heart shaped bubbles, in varying shades of red and pink.
She sighed. How did this happen? She thought. One minute I'm perfectly fine, totally sane, the next, I'm obsessed with Ron's older brother, who's seven years older than me.
But she did know. She remembered exactly what happened, exactly like Charlie did.
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Quidditch World Cup, 2001
"Wow, dad, did you see that?" Charlie asked excitedly.
"Amazing Wronski Feint." Mr. Weasly cheered.
He felt like a eleven year old again, watching his first Quidditch game all over again. Bill was even sitting next to him now, like he had at the Australia versus Zimbabwe match. But this time, on his other side, there wasn't a rather plump witch who's handbag kept snapping at him.
This time it was Hermione Granger, his youngest brother Ron's rather attractive friend. Ron and Harry were on her other side, and spread out from there were his other brothers, Fred, George, and Percy, his sister Ginny, and his father, sitting at the far end of the row.
Ron's got good taste. He caught himself before he could think anything else. In friends. Ron's got good taste in friends. Still, he couldn't help glancing over at her every few minutes.
"IRELAND WINS!" Ludo Bagman shouted from somewhere behind him.
"WHAT?" Charlie yelped. He hadn't been paying much attention to the game, to tell the truth. He had...other things on his mind.
The stadium exploded with cheers.
Charlie jumped up and pumped his fists into the air. "Woo-hoo!" He shouted.
Hermione had jumped up at the announcement also.
"Yes!" She cried. She turned to Charlie.
He held out his arms to her, expecting a hug. Instead, she jumped into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck, and they kissed.
Not one of those soulful, gaze-into-your-eyes-while-holding-hands kisses that you'd want your first kiss to be. Instead, it was a bit longer than a quick, yeah-we-won kiss, but shorter than a girlfriend-boyfriend kiss.
They stood like that for a second or two, and then Hermione jumped down suddenly. Charlie noticed she was blushing rather heavily. She immediately turned and started talking about how brave Viktor Krum was with Harry and Ron, and did not look at Charlie for the rest of the day.
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August 19, 2006
Charlie smiled. Ten more days, he thought again. I can't wait to see the looks on their faces when they see me at Hogwarts. And I'll get to see Hermione every-no, no I'm not going to even think of all the possibilities...Ok, ok, think about something else. Lets see, um, the term starts September 1st, I'll get there August 29th, that'll give me two days or three, depending on if August has thirty or thirty-one days. Then I get on the Hogwarts Express with Ron and Harry and Ginny and Hermione...STOP IT! You get on, find Ginny, and avoid Harry, Ron, and Hermione's compartment. Got it?
He rolled over and tried to sleep, but Hermione kept popping into his head. Her spending the summer at his house, her talking and giggling with Ginny late into the night, her in her fourth year, especially, when he had been at Hogwarts for the Triwizard Tournament, and had seen her, from a distance, since he had offered to help out a bit in the library after the first task was over and done with, setting up the card catalog, stay a few more days.
He had seen Harry and Hermione working on the first task. Dragons. He knew a simple spell that would have worked. Roosevelum. It would make a small teddy bear appear. For some reason, most dragon's would go for the bear and rip it to shreds. They would have completely ignored Harry and the other champions.
He also saw Viktor Krum ask her to the Yule Ball. He made a face in disgust. He had spent the night of the Yule Ball supervising the return of the dragons, but he had quietly taken Krum aside that morning and politely told him that if he so much as put one hand on Hermione where he shouldn't, Charlie would personally feed him to the Hungarian Horntail, which Hagrid had named Howie.
You're hopeless.
He sighed, and rolled over.
His clock read 1:07.
Nine more days...
A Charlie~Hermione Story
(Re-edited July 15, 2003)
~!*!~
August 19, 2006
He couldn't sleep.
Charlie lay awake, staring at the canvas roof of his tent. The gentle rain that had fallen that morning had increased to a downpour, dropping buckets on the shabby Muggle tent his expedition had bought.
Ten days to go, he thought to himself. Ten more days in soggy, wet, stinking Romania. Ten more days before I'm back home...with her.
He shook his head. Stop it, he reprimanded himself. Look at yourself. You're pathetic. Mooning over a girl who started at Hogwarts a year after you graduated. Cradle-robber.
Still, he couldn't help it when his thoughts once again returned to her. Her brown hair, the way she laughed, the way she smiled. Even the way her front teeth were a bit crooked...well, until she fixed them. Even the way she sometimes bossed Ron and Harry around. He loved all of her. He loved her-
Stop it! He commanded himself again. It was one kiss at the World Cup, after Ireland won. She was caught up in the moment. She probably hasn't given it a second thought.
She couldn't sleep.
Hermione lay awake, looking through her old spell books.
I can't believe I thought this spell was hard, she thought, making iridescent blue bubbles float out the tip of her wand. She sat staring at the bubbles for a second, then, glancing to make sure her bedroom door was shut and locked and her window shades were drawn, she muttered "Rojolee."
The blue bubbles turned into heart shaped bubbles, in varying shades of red and pink.
She sighed. How did this happen? She thought. One minute I'm perfectly fine, totally sane, the next, I'm obsessed with Ron's older brother, who's seven years older than me.
But she did know. She remembered exactly what happened, exactly like Charlie did.
~!*!~
Quidditch World Cup, 2001
"Wow, dad, did you see that?" Charlie asked excitedly.
"Amazing Wronski Feint." Mr. Weasly cheered.
He felt like a eleven year old again, watching his first Quidditch game all over again. Bill was even sitting next to him now, like he had at the Australia versus Zimbabwe match. But this time, on his other side, there wasn't a rather plump witch who's handbag kept snapping at him.
This time it was Hermione Granger, his youngest brother Ron's rather attractive friend. Ron and Harry were on her other side, and spread out from there were his other brothers, Fred, George, and Percy, his sister Ginny, and his father, sitting at the far end of the row.
Ron's got good taste. He caught himself before he could think anything else. In friends. Ron's got good taste in friends. Still, he couldn't help glancing over at her every few minutes.
"IRELAND WINS!" Ludo Bagman shouted from somewhere behind him.
"WHAT?" Charlie yelped. He hadn't been paying much attention to the game, to tell the truth. He had...other things on his mind.
The stadium exploded with cheers.
Charlie jumped up and pumped his fists into the air. "Woo-hoo!" He shouted.
Hermione had jumped up at the announcement also.
"Yes!" She cried. She turned to Charlie.
He held out his arms to her, expecting a hug. Instead, she jumped into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck, and they kissed.
Not one of those soulful, gaze-into-your-eyes-while-holding-hands kisses that you'd want your first kiss to be. Instead, it was a bit longer than a quick, yeah-we-won kiss, but shorter than a girlfriend-boyfriend kiss.
They stood like that for a second or two, and then Hermione jumped down suddenly. Charlie noticed she was blushing rather heavily. She immediately turned and started talking about how brave Viktor Krum was with Harry and Ron, and did not look at Charlie for the rest of the day.
~!*!~
August 19, 2006
Charlie smiled. Ten more days, he thought again. I can't wait to see the looks on their faces when they see me at Hogwarts. And I'll get to see Hermione every-no, no I'm not going to even think of all the possibilities...Ok, ok, think about something else. Lets see, um, the term starts September 1st, I'll get there August 29th, that'll give me two days or three, depending on if August has thirty or thirty-one days. Then I get on the Hogwarts Express with Ron and Harry and Ginny and Hermione...STOP IT! You get on, find Ginny, and avoid Harry, Ron, and Hermione's compartment. Got it?
He rolled over and tried to sleep, but Hermione kept popping into his head. Her spending the summer at his house, her talking and giggling with Ginny late into the night, her in her fourth year, especially, when he had been at Hogwarts for the Triwizard Tournament, and had seen her, from a distance, since he had offered to help out a bit in the library after the first task was over and done with, setting up the card catalog, stay a few more days.
He had seen Harry and Hermione working on the first task. Dragons. He knew a simple spell that would have worked. Roosevelum. It would make a small teddy bear appear. For some reason, most dragon's would go for the bear and rip it to shreds. They would have completely ignored Harry and the other champions.
He also saw Viktor Krum ask her to the Yule Ball. He made a face in disgust. He had spent the night of the Yule Ball supervising the return of the dragons, but he had quietly taken Krum aside that morning and politely told him that if he so much as put one hand on Hermione where he shouldn't, Charlie would personally feed him to the Hungarian Horntail, which Hagrid had named Howie.
You're hopeless.
He sighed, and rolled over.
His clock read 1:07.
Nine more days...