The next morning came early for Charlie, he had set his alarm for six but woke before it sounded. He looked around, trying to figure out what woke him and then realized he had an insistent problem. Charlie rolled onto his back and even though his boxer briefs and under his quilted blanket, he could still see his arousal. He flopped his head back on his pillow and lost himself in the dream he had been having.

Hermione was in the tiny skirt he had picked and a small tank top, she had a pair of the silky thigh highs and the black heels she had purchased. She walked seductively towards where he was, leaned up against a desk, in black slacks and nice robes. She leaned up against him, after stepping between his legs, and placed a hand on the top of each thigh. She pushed against his thighs to get closer to his mouth, trying to kiss him. Last second, he ducked his head and started ravishing the crook of her neck while grabbing her by her waist and pulling her on his lap while scooting further back on the expansive desk. Hermione was a feisty little thing and raised up on her knees to break him away from her shoulder. She held his face in her hands and kissed him while he reached to take her tank top off. He pulled it up and that was where he had woken. Charlie was frustrated but not at the witch, his witch, he was frustrated that his subconscious seemed to rather not show him a false image of Hermione than to let him enjoy his dream. He looked over and saw that it was a half till six and figured it was time to get up.

Hermione woke up shaking, sweating and out of breath. She was used to this, as of late, from her nightmares. What she wasn't used to was waking with a smile on her face at the same time. She could thank Charlie Weasley for that, even if it was the Charlie Weasley of her dream. They were back in the alleyway where they had kissed, and he had her pinned against the wall with his thigh pressing against her, in between her legs. Every time one of them shifted it sent jolts of pleasure straight to her core. Charlie purposefully started rubbing her with his thigh and pressing his hips into her, trying to get her bothered, and the next thing she knew she was scratching at his back and pulling his hair while biting his chest and moaning. All it took from there was him biting her ear and talking to her in is rough, breathy voice that he used when they were kissing. She went flying off the cliff and woke up in the middle of an orgasm. Hermione had never had a dream like that and couldn't help the smile or the high she had. The only bad thing was that she now needed a shower at forty past five in the morning.

Hermione wrapped her new robe around her and grabbed her clothes for the day. She headed to the bathroom with her toiletries and her towel and ran into Charlie coming out from his own shower.

"Good morning," He whispered with a wink.

"Good morning," Hermione couldn't help but blush

"I'll let you have a shower and then I'll have tea ready downstairs," Charlie told her with a quick kiss on the cheek after he had glanced around.

Five minutes before six Hermione walked into the kitchen. No one else was up, yet, the alarms were set from six to six fifteen, depending on how fast the Weasleys were at getting around. Hermione went to sit down across from Charlie, to drink her tea but looked up just in time to see an owl coming in.

"There's an owl." Hermione kept her voice low.

"It's probably the prophet," Bill told her.

"No, it's got a letter," she answered.

"It's a couple weeks early for Hogwarts letters, normally," Charlie said, turning in his seat as Hermione let the bird in. He watched her untie the letters and give the owl some water.

"It's Ginny's letter," Hermione said in disappointment. She really thought she was going to get to go back and now she had reality slap her in the face. Her eyes welled up with tears and she had to look at the ceiling to keep them from spilling over.

"We'll figure it out," Charlie said in her ear hugging her from behind. "There's got to be something going on."

"I just really thought I was going to have the option." Hermione turned around and hugged him, finally letting her tears fall.

"There's no way you don't have the option," Charlie told her, hugging her back tightly. I don't care if I have to write a letter to the minister, we'll figure it out."

"What's going on?" Molly came into the kitchen.

"Ginny got her letter," Hermione quickly wiped her eyes. She was truly happy for Ginny and didn't want to ruin it by being sad.

"What about your letter?" Mrs. Weasley asked.

"I didn't get-" Her voice cracked and she couldn't finish, she just shook her head.

"That's ridiculous." Molly said, "Something is going on, there's no way you won't be getting a letter. Let's just give it till the end of breakfast, maybe it's with a different owl or something.

"Okay." Hermione nodded wiping her face again and magically cleaning it. Mrs. Weasley was probably right. She could do this.

Everyone could be heard starting to move around upstairs while Molly cooked and Charlie and Hermione sat, drinking their tea.

"I wasn't sure if you wanted to go back or not." Mrs. Weasley said.

"I do, I was just trying to wait to say anything because the boys are going to be aurors and I don't want to do that yet, I want to get my credentials before I do anything. I was hoping to have one year where everything was normal, and I could kind of take it easy. I learned most of the seventh-year curriculum before we left and while we were on the run. I thought that I could take this year to ease back a bit and be a normal person for once, to be able to learn to be around others, again." Hermione wasn't trying to ramble, but she hadn't even realized how bad she had wanted this until Ginny's letter had arrived. "I mean, I know how to be around my family but I need to go back and be around others, too." She clarified.

"Hermione, there is nothing wrong with that. You need to take your time and we will do whatever we have to, to accomplish that. I don't know why your letter isn't here but if it doesn't show up we will take it one step at a time." Molly looked her in the eyes and come to give her a hug. "I love you and Charlie is right, we will figure it out."

"Thank you. I guess if it doesn't come it won't be the end of the world. I was offered a few jobs that I would love, I just planned on waiting a year. If I started now I could get more accomplished during my career, I guess." She smiled while trying to look at the positive side. She could start working for Centaur rights and House Elf rights and see where she could go from there.

It didn't take long for everyone to come down the stairs and join them for a quick breakfast. George ate quite a bit in preparation for the day, he figured it might be busy and he didn't know if he would get lunch. No one had told him that they were going to help him out today and he was so in his head that he didn't realize that everyone was awake a bit early for a random summer morning. He took off at half six and everyone wished him luck with smirks on their faces. Hermione was so worried about Georges first day that she had ended up, not only forgetting she hadn't gotten a letter but also that Ginny's had arrived. On top of that Hermione couldn't help but smile every time she caught a glimpse of Charlie.

"I'm going to head over and see what I can help with," Hermione was the first one done and figured George could use the help, even though he wouldn't open for more than an hour.

"I'm done, too," Charlie said. "I'll see everyone there." Charlie headed outside with Hermione.

They apparated as soon as they could and landed in the shop. At first, they saw chaos but then they saw that it was actually a working system. Products were flying everywhere, and potions were bottling themselves. Some things were going to displays and shelves in the front and others were floating down to the basement or up to the apartment, upstairs, to store themselves until they were needed. When they found George they asked what they could help with. After the shock wore off, he showed them how to use the till and then gave them a quick tour to see where everything was in case they needed to restock later. Everyone started showing up and George's mood kept improving, it was like he knew he could do this, now that his family was there. He had a spring in his step that Hermione hadn't seen in a long time.

They all donned aprons with the store logo on them, right before eight. Hermione started braiding her hair, over her shoulder, to keep it out of her way and caught Charlie staring appraisingly at her. With a small smile to herself, Hermione went to open the doors. The store grew busy, quickly, and they were off. George was an excellent manager and everything went rather smoothly. By noon they were getting exhausted but were proud of the shop. By two things started to slow down long enough for Charlie to race off for some sub sandwiches. They all insisted George eat first, while they could handle the shop, and that they would take turns after. By three they had all managed to eat and things were in full swing for the rest of the evening. The shop was supposed to close at six but they were so busy that they stayed open until nine.

"I cannot believe this," George said leaning against the door after he locked it. "I know it's a Saturday and I anticipated busy but not this."

"The Letters came out today," Hermione suddenly remembered. "It'll probably be crazy all week. I'll be back tomorrow, though." She told George with a smile. "What do we need to do to get ready for tomorrow?"

George showed them everything they were able to do for the overnight stuff. They got potions simmering and everything cleaned. At long last, they were able to apparate home. They scrambled to eat some leftover stew from a couple nights before and then raced off to bed to do it again in the morning.

The next day was just as busy and Monday was a small reprieve from the madness. By Friday things had gotten calmer but they figured it was the calm before the storm. Many parents were sure to have waited to do their shopping hoping it would be less crowded. They were right, the 8th and 9th were almost as crazy as the week before. By now they all knew their jobs and they were able to get through the guest faster and more efficiently while upselling more products. Hermione was a natural on the floor with the teenage girls buying more Wonder Witch products than ever and the boys buying more joke products after talking to her. Charlie watched her, when he could, and was sure the boys all had crushes on her. If it sold the products and they kept their crushes to themselves, he was okay with it. He did have to admit that he found it rather adorable when a small boy, probably going into his second year, had asked if he could owl, Hermione. She had handled it quite well and he left happy after finding some products and being directed towards a girl that was checking him out. Time was speeding by and, thankfully, Verity was finally able to come back on the 10th. George and Verity were able to handle the shop during the week and the rest of the Weasleys decided they would help on the weekends until they were okay again. Hermione and Charlie worked one more day, to give George one day off, and then they took a break.

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