"Mione! Come on. Let's gooooo!"
As he prepared to whine louder, he nearly fell backwards, surprised by swift movement, as the door suddenly swung open. As he rebalanced himself, he looked at the feisty witch in front of him, considering the option of going toe to toe with an ornery Ukranian Ironbelly to that of the steely glare of one Hermione Granger.
There she stood, hands on her hips, lips pursed, eyes blazing, and he took the only route of safety available to him… his winning "you can't hate me because I'm too cute" smile, topped off with his melting puppy eyes… or so many had told him!
"Weasley! Wipe that fake smile off your face and chill the BLOODY hell out. We will leave just as soon as I am ready to leave and not a moment sooner! And how many times do I have to tell you, stop calling me that god awful nickname!"
With that she turned on her heel and returned to her bedroom to finish folding her laundry and gather her supplies to head into Wyvern for their day off.
Chuckling, the incorrigible man followed her into her room and plopped down on her bed, making himself comfortable as he waited for Hermione's inevitable time slog of prepping to leave for the day.
"So, if I'm not supposed to call you Mione, then what do I get to call you?"
"What's wrong with just my name?"
"It's too loooooong!" he whined playfully.
Hermione rolled her eyes, actually amused, and continued folding her laundry.
"Fine. What would you like to call me?"
"I don't know... how about Hermy?" he asked, perking up, knowing that would get a rise out of her. Gods, he enjoyed teasing her!
With that remark, he took a well aimed pair of socks to the face as Hermione responded with a giggle, "Perfect! And then every time you call me that, I'll be reminded of my amazing days giant sitting Hagrid's itty bitty bumper boo brother, Grawp! Nope! Try again."
Turning she grabbed her trusty beaded bag and threw in a light sweater and her latest downtime book.
Smirking, he leaned back against the headboard and folded his hands behind his head.
"Oh. I'll come up with something, and it will be perfect!"
"Ok. You do that! I challenge you to actually come up with a nickname I will respond positively to… Do it… I DARE YOU!"
With that final statement, he looked deep into her eyes, as if penetrating into her innermost soul, and rising to the challenge unwaveringly stated:
"Mia. That's what I will call you… always Mia."
That's where it all began.
What started as purely friendship, in her mind as never anything deeper than just that, slowly, painfully, glacially, and almost devastatingly developed into so much more than she could ever have imagined. Without warning, Hermione Granger would eventually find herself deeply entrenched in a reality of purely devotional love to none other than Charlie Weasly.