Apologies for any mistakes (there will be some I'm sure. snorts, some?) as this hasn't been beta 'ed.

Here you go people, theadult rating starts to earn its keep in this chapter.
Though I'm slowly leading up to the good stuff, as I say 'a little pain before pleasure'.

And please review, as I don't know if the story is any good. Helpful criticism would be welcomed too.

Now on with the story...

Chapter 3: …Charlie?

1and a half years later

Hermione casually made her way threw the woods, it felt odd to see so much foliage after spending so much time in white deserts. Every time her legs brushed up against some undergrowth she would instinctively glance at what it was, having spent over a year having to tune into the slightest movement or noise.

Yes she had returned from Greenland, one would think having spent seven years in Scotland and living in England long before, would prepare you for a climate that can reach minus thirty, but sadly no. Once again she found herself thanking the invention of the warming charms.

Noticing just how hot it truly was starting to get, since it was June and summer was in full swing in here, she started to remove most of her layers of clothing. She had come to Romania through the Floo Network and was still wearing proper attire for Antarctica or the likes. In her case, Nord, Greenland.

Finally she felt the light tingling feeling of the magical barriers that consisted of muggle repelling charms and heavy wards. After another fifteen minutes of walking she got her first glimpse of a large clearing beyond the trees ahead of her.

Once Hermione had left the dens forest and stepped foot into the clearing she was taking back to see how many tents there were set up, as far as she had gathered in Greenland she had expected the camp to consist of no more than twenty trainers. And by the looks of things they may be about thirty five.

She was starting to feel a little nervous, so far she hadn't seen anyone. And she didn't know where to find the person in charge, she had only had one owl from him, Mr Jeans. All organising that had been done for her transfer had been done threw the Ministry.

All thoughts and worrying vanished at a familiar sound, something she had grown to love and welcome. A thunderous raw with the distinct sound of wings being beaten threw the wind. Filling with a sense of ease she made her way to the source of the sound. Hermione still found it fascinating that she had falling so quickly in love with Dragons, a few years back and she would have reacted like anyone else with the prospect of facing a dragon, scared shitless.

It seemed she had reach one of the main holding pens as there were around two dozen witches and wizards attempting to distract a Hungarian Horntail, whilst three dragon tamers were running towards her three young.

Deciding that she wanted to see how things were going to turn out she walked up to the steel fence and casually leant against it.

Every now and again the beast would take a swing at the men and women who were on brooms, attempting to nock them off if they got to close. Those on the ground continued to shoot bring sparks from their wands hoping it would stay oblivious to the tamers that had just taken one of its young.

With the tiny dragon now rapped up in a fireproof blanket they quickly made their way back to the safety of the fence, when those who had snatched up the small dragon were outside the pen they shot bright white sparks high in the air. Everyone quickly made their way out of the pen with no one having been hurt.

"Miss. Granger?"

Turning around she was now facing a tall, rugged man who looked to be around fifty. With Grey scruffy shoulder length hair and a short beared he came across as a friendly sort of person. Though if anyone was to follow the saying, 'don't judge a book by its cover' it would be her.

"Yes, I'm sorry if I'm late. Are you Mr. Jeans?"

"No, no. not late, right on time. And please call me Rick", he said while thrusting his hand towards her.

If Hermione hadn't built up some physical strength during her time in Greenland, then she was sure the man would have just crushed her hand.

"Now, did you have any trouble getting here? I know it would have been easier to Portkey straight here, but with all the wards it isn't possible. Dragon are very touchy creatures when it comes to magic, not that you wouldn't already know"

She had first hand knowledge of just how sensitive they are, she had spent most of her time in Nord living like a muggle whilst she was looking for the Ice Dragons. If they preformed too much magic with their wands in one area, then the dragons would have flown off, before they would have even know they were there. If it wasn't for the enchanted clothing and equipment she would have gone made.

"No trouble at all, I came threw the Floo to the Romanian Ministry and then Apparated the rest of the way."

"Well come with me, we'll discuss what you'll be doing while you're here. Then I'll show ya to you're partner that you'll be camped up with."

Rick led them back to his tent and seated Hermione opposite his desk. They discussed what she would be doing over the next few days to prepare for handling the orphaned dragon. It had been decided she would spent a few days with her partner to get a feel for how things works and would observe the orphaned dragon from afar with another tamer before she was to start handling it.

She also answered questions about her discovery of the Ice Dragons. It seemed more people than she thought were interested in her findings, rather than just simply accepting them as actual creatures.

"So you're telling me, that you actually found the things and got real close to em?" questioned Rick with amazement.

"After about eight months, yes. We found three pack's, my group stayed with the largest pack just outside of Nord" She said with a nod of her head. "Though I must admit it took another four months before the dragons allowed some of us to get close to them, they are very private animals. Not that wild dragons are usually welcoming creatures."

"I still can't believe it, me mum always told me stories of the things to get me to sleep. Who would have thought they were real after all this time?"

Hermione relished in the fact that she had actually found the once fictional dragons, every time she was question about her findings she found it amusing how in dumbfounded people become. It seemed that many people were at quite a loss at what to think of them, so far the most frequent comment she got was, 'wow' or 'bloody hell'."

"Just before I left, the alpha female had laid two eggs, so I'm eagerly a waiting to hear from the rest of the team to tell me of the packs progress."

Tipping back his third coffee for this evening he indicated for her to rise and follow him out of his tent.

"Now I'm going to set you up with one of me more experienced tamers, he'll show ya' round and tell ya' how things are done, basically he'll show ya' the ropes. You'll also be staying with him in his tent." Then as an after thought, "Just don't bug him too much tonight…he has been off duty for a few days. Got a nasty burn on his left shoulder, but its nothing too serious, he's just mighty pissed at being injured."

Chuckling to himself he led her to a tent and told her she should find him somewhere in there, telling her to check the room down the back.

With some trepidation she entered into what she thought to be the lounge room, with a kitchen at the back of the room.

"Hello?"

'Right, just drop me off and leave me with a pissed of wizard, thanks Rick. Some how I much prefer an angry pregnant dragon, at least that way I know I'm going to get attacked.' She thought to herself.

Hoping he would here her she started to called out again but was cut off when a loud crashing sound came from down the hallway next to the kitchen.

Cringing at the loud yelling that came after it, she used the same method her mother had once told her to use when taking a bandaid off. Just rip it off, the quicker you do it, the less pain you'll feel. Though she doubted an enraged wizard was equal to a harmless bandaid.

She made her way to the start of the hallway and called out, again she got no response. Slowly stepping up to the door that looked as if to be holding her 'partner', she nocked on it timidly. Scolding herself for the fear she was feeling at this moment she wait while she heard foot steps coming to open the door.

He couldn't stand it, having spent 4 days already locked up in his tent, all because he was sloppy when trying to take some blood from a Romanian Longhorn. He ended up with a burn on his left shoulder that so far had nearly healed completely. It's not the first time he'd been burned and because of his profession, it won't be the last.

So, not only was he being held prisoner in his own home. Rick had come and told the day before, that he had found a new partner for him, and should expect her to arrive tomorrow. Seeing as it had been well over six months since his last partner left to work back in London. Devon was starting to sound a lot better then here at the moment. He would gladly be at the end of Molly Weasley's worrying then deal with a new rookie.

It didn't really matter if this person was man or woman, he still didn't want to deal with them. If they stayed out of his hair then he might get along with them, though he some how doubted it. Maybe he could try and put her under the wing of someone else?

"Hello?"

'Oh shit, their here now. Couldn't they have come tomorrow. Shit, shit, shit, shit!'

Charlie hastily got up from his bed and quickly made his way across the room, however before he got the chance to even make it halfway across the room, his foot got caught up in a piece of clothing on the floor. Instinctively raising his arms as to protect his face, he landed on the floor with a thud. This brought an almighty roar from him as pain seared threw his shoulder protesting against the sudden movement.

By the time he heard the nock on his door he was so livid that he prepared to tell the chit to fuck off.

Yanking the door open he was left speechless, the said 'chit' was in fact very attractive woman, he would even go as far as to say sexy. A tall brunette with long wavy brown hair, wearing a heavy cloak made for colder climates and deep brown eyes. And it was those eyes that currently viewed him with fear, but that emotion was immediately vanished from her face when her eyes widened and her mouth opened to an 'O'.

"Charlie?"

Hermione had been expecting many things when the door opened, though Charlie Weasley would most definitely have been that last thing she expected, she wasn't even sure he was on the list of 'what to expect'.

He has always been rather tall, with red hair that reached his shoulders. She knew he kept it at that length so he could annoy his mother, Molly practically itched to cut it.

His eyes were that intense Weasley blue, he still had the freckles she was so fond of. He had also built up more muscle since she had seen him last, and this she has first hand knowledge of.

It had happened during her summer break before her sixth year, she had been staying over at The Burrow for the past few days. Unable to quite tell what time it was, but Hermione knew well enough that it was dam late. Incapable of sleep due to the dame ghoul in the attic, she flung back the covers and walked down to the kitchen to get a drink. On her way back to her room she heard a faint moan coming from the room directly opposite hers, she walked up to the door belonging to Charlies room and nocked quietly whilst opening it slowly. The room's only source of light was coming from the adjoining bathroom, with the bathroom door slightly ajar she couldn't help but want to see what he was doing. Though it didn't take a genius to figure it out.

What she saw before her made her gasp, luckily her gasp was swallowed up by another moan emitted from the man not far from her. Heat flooding between her legs she could feel herself getting wet from the vision before her.

His left flank was facing her, his head was hung forward and his left hand placed against the shower wall to steady himself. From her point of view she could just see his right hand move up and down his shaft, every now and again he would pause when he reached the head of his cock and tease it, then move back down along his erect cock.

Hermione watched entranced as his back muscles moved, she knew Charlie was an attractive man but she now had a new found appreciation of beauty. Studying as the water rippled down his back, firm ass, and then finally down his athletic legs.

His loud breathing changed to shorts pants, he was close, very close, and so was she. Hermione could feel that her knickers were soaked through, the throbbing feeling was become more intense the closer he got to his climax. Watching Charlie masturbate was so erotic she mentally threw out all other fantasies out the window.

With a loud grunt he thrust his hips forward and spilled his seed over his hand and shower wall, milking himself he gave out a satisfied moan.

Spinning around and practically running back to her room, the young Gryffindor devested herself of her night wear and fell back onto her bed. Quickly applying pressure on her clit, causing her to moan loudly she slid two fingers in her pulsing walls. Imagining the red head pulling her flush against his chest and kissing her deeply, Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck. Whilst he wrap his around her waste, then slid them down to cup her ass.

Fucking herself with sweet oblivion she came crashing down to most intense orgasm of her life, effortlessly falling asleep afterwards. She had slept in till twelve in the afternoon the next day.

She was brought back to reality by Charlie saying her name, disappointed from being taken from her reminiscing. Immediately admonishing herself, since he was the cause for the incredible orgasm.

"Hermione?"

Authors Notes:

gives puppy dog eyes please review…

Things are going to heat up between the two of them. Next chapter will hold a few distractions for Hermione, while Charlie will find himself fighting off other competition.

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