AN: Thank you to most of my reviewers. Your comments are appreciated. I do have one comment however to the two people who felt it necessary to insult me and swear at me. If you don't like my story then either review me and tell me NICELY, give ways I can improve if appropriate, and stop reading, or hit the back button. I don't mind criticism as long as it gives ways to improve. It's no use telling someone that their story's rubbish if you don't say why.

To LadyVoldythingy I just point out that I said clearly in the summary that the story involved rape and that Charlie was going to end up with Hermione. If that offends you I apologise, but you're the person clicking the button, not me. I understand that there are other ways to get them together; I just felt this way suited the story best. May I also point out that this is FANFICTION? None of it actually happens, and it uses the imagination. I also don't see the point in the first line of "you EXPLETIVE" when you go on to say fk in the last sentence, which takes away any respect you may hope to earn by not swearing.

To 'Don't Hate Me Cause I'm Beautiful'. I like writing this story, there is no reason for me giving up writing it, and I'm not going to. Out of 30 reviews I've only had 2 bad comments. In my opinion that shows some people like it. To the fact that you can't believe you read this, I'll just point out that it is unlikely someone is forcing you to read it, and the back button is a very useful tool. You don't like, you don't read.

My last point is that when I read a story I don't like I don't review. I just go back to a story I DO like. May I suggest you do the same?

On a happier note, thank you to all my other reviewers including: Jadein, Footiefan, LunaAqua, gatoriris, Kendra is cheese, Alicia and gracie5412.

Possumgurl: I don't think Ron would do that either normally, but in this story he's tired of being the youngest son, or not having a girlfriend, or Hermione not going out with him and acts out of character. London's bril isn't it. I still don't know how I managed to spend 4 hours in Harrods! I'm sure time speeds up in there…

Jules: I know this isn't a Ron/Hermione fic, but Charlie isn't a character on the list, and I thought that Ron played a big enough part to class as the second person.

Bhekie: I'm looking forward to writing that part too. Could use some suggestions though. Sorry about changing his age, but the books don't give a definite year, they just say that he's the second oldest. I'm trying to make them as close to each other's age as possible to make it more realistic.

And finally…on with the story!

"This should not be happening," murmured Hermione to herself as she allowed the water to stream over her. "This is just a bad dream. I'll wake up at any moment and find that none of this ever happened."

The Gods obviously hated her though, as they did nothing to stop the approaching discussion.

'Why did I have to go and say his name!' thought Hermione despondently as she dragged a brush through her wet hair, water flying everywhere as she pulled on some slacks and a loose t-shirt. 'Couldn't I have just said that I was dreaming about when Ron attacked me? That would have explained the name.' It was going to be a nightmare, she knew. 'How do you explain to the older brother of your ex-best-friend who tried to rape you that you fancy him and that he was the star of your x rated dreams?' Her mind didn't reply and she was left with the prospect of going back to his room to wait for him. 'Here goes…'

Charlie suppressed a shiver at the icy water cascading down relentlessly. Normal people would have showers that were of a decent temperature, not straight from an iceberg! Then again, most people didn't dream about their younger brothers friend whilst in the same bed as said friend, so it was his own fault that he had to freeze.

This was one discussion he was not looking forward to. At least his body had decided to behave again, although he couldn't guarantee the reactions of some parts around Hermione. He reluctantly turned off the water, drying off quickly before shrugging on some old jeans and a shirt. Time to face the music…

He arrived at his room to find the girl perched on the edge of his bed looking decidedly nervous. With a sigh Charlie pushed the door further open and slipped in, making sure to close it before sitting at the opposite end of the bed.

Hermione grinned weakly. "Where were we? Something to do with interesting dreams?"

Charlie winced. "I hoped you'd forget about that."

"No chance. If you're going to remember things I did then I'll do the same for you."

"Thanks," was the sarcastic reply.

"Anyway, don't we have a … problem?"

"Umm, well, yes. You woke up after moaning my name to find yourself draped across me. You then annoyingly discovered that I was aroused by a dream about you. That seems problematic to me."

"So, are we just going to ignore this? I mean, it's not exactly proper to be involved with the person who stopped you being attacked, and I doubt people will accept it."

Charlie realised this, but for some reason didn't care. "So? It's not their problem, is it?"

Hermione looked at him in surprise. Charlie realised that he hadn't asked her what she wanted. It was a bit too late now though.

"Of course, if you don't want to…" He stuttered slightly. Hermione grinned before shuffling over so that she was closer to him. "What do you mean, 'don't want to?'"

She didn't get chance to say anything more before her mouth was covered in a kiss. Within seconds their tongues were battling fiercely. Hermione swung her leg across Charlies, effectively straddling him. She grinned into his mouth as she felt the bulge in his jeans, and ground her hips down into his, forcing a groan from her new boyfriend.

Charlie pulled back with some difficulty. "Hermione, stop."

"Why?" The girl looked at him, upset.

"I just mean that if we don't stop now I won't be able to. Plus, Harry and the Twins are coming over later, and it wouldn't do for them to find you snogging Ron's older brother now would it. They don't know you're not together yet."

Hermione pulled away reluctantly. "I see your point. But we're telling them soon. Alright?"

"Fine." He watched as she swayed seductively out of the room, before rolling over with a sigh. This day was going to be a long one, he could tell. He went back to willing his erection down.

AN. I'm not totally happy with the way this chapter came out, it seemed a bit forced. Reviews are always appreciated, but no flames please.