Title: Puzzle Pieces
Disclaimer - The characters belong to J.K. Rowling, not me. I'm just borrowing them to have a bit of fun. No harm intended.
Rating - Pretty mild R or even PG-13 for most chapters, will get heavier in later chapters. I just don't intend for children to be reading this, hence the R rating.
Chapter 2: Waves of Nausea
Charlie let out a nervous chuckle and stood. Now clad thankfully in black silk boxer shorts.
"In the flesh," he said a bit too loudly, "but my middle name is actually Rupert." He winked and she winced as his voice echoed through the bathroom and into her already ringing ears.
Charlie made his way methodically around the bathroom. First, a comfy, sweet-smelling terrycloth robe from the shelf above the sink was draped around her shoulders. As she struggled into it and closed the front Charlie filled a glass with water and added a few drops of a red potion from a vial on the counter. The water turned a sickening pink color that made Hermione want to vomit again.
He kneeled next to her again and handed her the glass.
"Drink this," he offered, "It'll make you feel better.
Hermione accepted the glass and looked at him, not quite able to form the question on her lips. Luckily she didn't have to. Charlie answered it anyway.
"Hangover remedy," he said matter-of-factly. "An essential addition to every young wizard's toiletry kit."
Hermione managed a weak smile and drank the contents of the glass. It tasted awful, like licorice root mixed with garlic salt and her stomach churned. She leaned her spinning head back against the cool marble of the bathtub and a clammy sweat broke out on her forehead. Her eyes slipped shut and a whimper escaped her throat.
She once again felt the compress being held firmly to the nape of her neck with Charlie's strong hand.
"Give it a few minutes," he said softly as his free hand gently stroked her cheek. It was a very intimate touch, a lover's touch and it unnerved Hermione. Even though she couldn't remember it, there was little doubt in her mind what had transpired the night before. She knew her body and it felt, despite the hangover, as though she had been through a night of immensely satisfying sex.
Hermione used all of her strength to vault herself to her feet, desperate to get away from the warmth, the strength, the comfort that was Charlie Weasley. --I barely know this man-- she thought as she fought another wave of nausea. She grabbed a towel bar for support as her knees threatened to fail her. After a moment she felt the benefits of the potion begin to take effect and her equilibrium start to return.
A minute or two later she found her voice and without turning to face him she asked, her words coated with shame, "What happened?"
TBC
Please R&R - I thirst for feedback
Disclaimer - The characters belong to J.K. Rowling, not me. I'm just borrowing them to have a bit of fun. No harm intended.
Rating - Pretty mild R or even PG-13 for most chapters, will get heavier in later chapters. I just don't intend for children to be reading this, hence the R rating.
Chapter 2: Waves of Nausea
Charlie let out a nervous chuckle and stood. Now clad thankfully in black silk boxer shorts.
"In the flesh," he said a bit too loudly, "but my middle name is actually Rupert." He winked and she winced as his voice echoed through the bathroom and into her already ringing ears.
Charlie made his way methodically around the bathroom. First, a comfy, sweet-smelling terrycloth robe from the shelf above the sink was draped around her shoulders. As she struggled into it and closed the front Charlie filled a glass with water and added a few drops of a red potion from a vial on the counter. The water turned a sickening pink color that made Hermione want to vomit again.
He kneeled next to her again and handed her the glass.
"Drink this," he offered, "It'll make you feel better.
Hermione accepted the glass and looked at him, not quite able to form the question on her lips. Luckily she didn't have to. Charlie answered it anyway.
"Hangover remedy," he said matter-of-factly. "An essential addition to every young wizard's toiletry kit."
Hermione managed a weak smile and drank the contents of the glass. It tasted awful, like licorice root mixed with garlic salt and her stomach churned. She leaned her spinning head back against the cool marble of the bathtub and a clammy sweat broke out on her forehead. Her eyes slipped shut and a whimper escaped her throat.
She once again felt the compress being held firmly to the nape of her neck with Charlie's strong hand.
"Give it a few minutes," he said softly as his free hand gently stroked her cheek. It was a very intimate touch, a lover's touch and it unnerved Hermione. Even though she couldn't remember it, there was little doubt in her mind what had transpired the night before. She knew her body and it felt, despite the hangover, as though she had been through a night of immensely satisfying sex.
Hermione used all of her strength to vault herself to her feet, desperate to get away from the warmth, the strength, the comfort that was Charlie Weasley. --I barely know this man-- she thought as she fought another wave of nausea. She grabbed a towel bar for support as her knees threatened to fail her. After a moment she felt the benefits of the potion begin to take effect and her equilibrium start to return.
A minute or two later she found her voice and without turning to face him she asked, her words coated with shame, "What happened?"
TBC
Please R&R - I thirst for feedback