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Hermione's POV

"Chaarliieee?" I whispered in a long drag. Listening closely, I heard Charlie's faint breaths mixed with a tiny snore. Biting my lip, I opened the door wide enough for me to enter, slipped right in and shut it softly. The room was dark, so took out my wand and whispered, "Lumos," discreetly and waved it around.

On the far left side of the room was the window which faced the backyard, with its curtains tightly shut. On the far right was an empty bed, presumably Bill's. Then on the opposite wall from the door was Charlie's bed, with Charlie himself asleep in it.

"Ok...where is it?" I mumbled softly. Ron had always told me that his brothers were heavy sleepers like him. Let's just hope that Charlie is a really heavy one. It seemed like Charlie inherited the unorganised gene too, so that meant a lot of articles and objects on the floor, creating an obstacle course for me.

"Ow!" I hissed, reach down and rubbing my throbbing foot. "Darts. What the hell?" Jumping on one foot, I tried to lower my 'ow ow ow's and make way to Charlie's bed and desk as quietly and quickly as possible.

Holding my wand high, as I zoomed closer, I could make out a faint out line of a sheet of parchment on the desk at the foot of Charlie's bed post. Feeling apprehensive, I took another step closet only to hear a 'squeak!' and then a burning sensation.

"Yow!" I whooped in a low tone and immediately uttered, "Nox." My wand went out, and instead, the room was lit with bright colourful lights as fireworks went off under my foot.

"Finite. Finite! Fireworks, my god! The twins' fireworks. I am gonna KILL them," I hissed as I stomped on the sparks hurriedly. Looking up caustiously, I saw to my great fear Charlie moaning something, and then turning about in his sleep so that his closed eyes faced me. Letting out a small whimper of relief, I kicked aside remains of the twins' joke products and tiptoed the rest of the way to the desk.

"Of course the two Marauders were behind it," a muffled voice from right outside the door broke the silence as I was reaching out for the parchment. "I bet Harry was in on it too, and for once it looks like Fred and George weren't." I froze when I saw two people's feet's shadow underneath the crack of the door. "I hope Charlie can help us distinguish the fire on the curtains." I felt beads of sweat dropping down my temple as I watched the doorknob turn slowly.

That last sentence of whoever had said would have been funny, if I weren't in this predicament. Actually, it shouldn't have been funny at all! I would have scolded Sirius or Harry or Remus for setting fire on the curtains, if I wasn't the one who suggested for them to cause chaos in the first place!

"Um." I glanced around quickly before diving underneath Charlie's bed. I rolled to the very end until I touched the wall and sucked in my breath, hoping for the worst. I must have removed the silencing charms when I had said Finite to get rid of the fireworks. Lucky for me, or I would have been caught. I desperately didn't know why I had to go through drastic measures to get that parchment, but I needed to!

"Charlie's asleep," a voice whispered to the other person. I had no idea who they were. "Let's come back later." Sweating profusely, I watched the footsteps exit the room and the door close. I let out my breath I didn't realise I was holding, before gently crawling out underneath the bed.

"Wait a minute," I thought to myself softly, "am I a witch for the past so and so years, or not?" Whipping out my wand once more, I muttered, "Accio," at the parchment on the desk, clutched it tightly, and sped over to the door.

A minute later, I was racing down the stairs with a triumphant grin on my face. Seeing that the room was perfectly empty, I ran over to the dining room to see how things were holding up. "Hermione! Can you please stop this?" Ginny shouted to me. I put a hand to my mouth to stop my giggle. Her hair was all tangled and in a bigger mess than mine, she had a few red and white spots on her cheek where she was presumeably scratching from the itchy leeches and her clothes were charred. She was currently wrestingly with Crookshanks and trying to slap away several teacups that suddenly liked her a lot.

I decided to take pity and give mercy on everyone. "Immobulous!" Instantly, the leeches stopped flying at people or wriggle, the kitchen untensils, plates and cups stopped flying but hung in midair, Crookshanks froze completely and in another moment, I had doused the curtains, after everyone stopped fussing about and colliding into each other.

"Hermione, you are a lifesavor!" Ron exclaimed, getting up and dusting himself from leeches.

Molly rushed around to pick up the kitchen supplies. "Thank you, my dear. Goodness, you should have been woken up several minutes ago to stop this madness!"

Everyone else started to pick themselves off the floor and get cleaned up. "Geez, it's not a hard spell," I boasted to Percy. "I wonder why anyone didn't think of it before." I flipped my hair at Percy, who stood dumbfounded at me, covered with enormous, itchy scratches.

After helpping cleaning up the kitchen and the dining room of leeches, flying stuff, cat hair and glime (which took the better part of an hour), I exhaustedly collapsed onto the couch in the living room, grinning at Harry, Remus and Sirius and they plopped down beside me.

"So, mission accomplished?" Sirius asked, relaxing into the sofa. Everyone else started to pile up the third floor stairs and the second floor stairs.

I took out the parchment, grinning. "Yep." Just for fun, I decided to read what else my quill had written while I was asleep. Unfolding it, I realised that something was incredibly wrong. This parchment was too dry, and nor was it wrinkly like all pieces of paper are after they've been soaked.

"Hermione?" Harry inquired, peering over to see what it was that made me turn so pale.

"Er," I stuttered, unfolding the last crease, "this isn't...it." Indeed, the red design on the stationary parchment wasn't there, it was plain, blank parchment. "This is a letter from Charlie's girlfriend to him!" Something in the pit of my stomach sank, and I didn't know why, but I got the feeling it wasn't to do with the fact that I had gotten the wrong letter. "This isn't it!"

"Darn," Sirius muttered. Then his face broke out into a grin. "Oh well. It was fun."

"No kidding," Harry added.

"Is this what you're looking for?" We looked up to see an amused Charlie standing in front of us with cross arms, with a damp parchment in his right hand. He waved it to me. "Is this what you so desperately wanted to steal?" he taunted, putting on a teasing smile as he waved it in front of my face.

I felt myself heat up, and I started to stutter. "Um, n-y-wh-w-n-c-can-can I have that back?"

In the background, I could hear Sirius bursting out into a fit of laughter at how my plan backfired. I threw a pillow in his direction, before turning to Charlie with pleading eyes. "Please?"

"Don't think I'm stupid," he continued, ignoring my request, but grinned at me. He glanced at all of us as if we were naughty children about to get punishments. "Just why does one need to set things on fire, release leeches and charm things to fly just in order to steal this worthless piece of parchment?" he asked sardonically, giving me a look.

I was just about to protest and say we didn't do any of that, when Sirius cut in. "You forgot stuffing Bill and Fleur in a closet and sicking Crookshanks on everyone." I groaned, and gave a death glare at the dog just as Remus punched Sirius in the arm. "What?"

"Er, you see...funny story really," I began to say, but Charlie held up a hand.

"I'm sure it is. Lemme guess, you sent this by accident, and you don't want me to see it, so you'll go to every desperate lengths to get it back?" He held out the wet parchment as he sat down on arm of the sofa I was sitting on, just as I blushed. "I am hurt," he said mockingly. "You can't even trust your best friend with something so deep, personal, secretive, private, and personal like this."

"You said personal twice," I corrected automatically. It's just a thing of mine; I can't ever bear to see mistakes, because if I do, I'll do anything to correct them.

Charlie grinned, handing me the parchment, and swung his arm around me shoulders. "Thank you!" I exclaimed, hugging the parchment tightly. After making sure that this was the stationary I used, I started ripping it up.

"See how easy it would have been if you just told him about this?" Remus pointed out to me as I sent the pieces burning up in flame.

Long after Sirius, Remus and Harry had left upstairs to get some sleep, and long after everyone else was gone and the house was dark, Charlie and I remained in the living room, sitting in silence. "So, er, you mind telling me what was in it?" His arm was still around my shoulder.

I pretended to think, before shaking my head. "Not gonna happen." I felt bright and cheery, happy that the whole ordeal was finally over. Charlie pouted, and I tried not to giggle. "You know what? I'm glad I came to the party today. I was having serious doubts not to."

"I'm glad you came too. Now can I have that letter from my girlfriend back?" he stated this so bluntly and calmly that I blushed, before handing the parchment I had wrongly stolen a while earlier to him.

"Speaking of which; who is she? I thought you were a bachelor?"

Charlie chuckled as he folded the letter into his pocket. "Nah, we're not going steady or anything. I only went out to one date with her and suddenly she's thinking that I'm her boyfriend."

"So she's your girlfriend or not?" I demanded, feeling heat rushing to my face again. Why was I so nervous?

Charlie raised an eyebrow. "Nope."

"But you just said she was your girlfriend!" I accused angrily, huffing at him.

"I know."

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why did you say she was your girlfriend if she wasn't your girlfriend?"

"Because I wanted to."

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"Arg! Why did you want to? What did you want to?"

"I wanted to see your reaction if I said she was my girlfriend." He gave a small laugh at me.

"Why did you do that?"

"Because."

"Grrr...BECAUSE OF WHAT?"

"I like to pester you. To rile you up, cuz you're cute when you're mad."

I blinked, before turning to look at him. Did he just...flirt with me?

"Oh." I turned deep red, and he started to laugh. "You never answered my earlier question. Who is she, exactly?"

Charlie gave a small laugh, before taking a sip of his butterbeer he had conjured up. "She's no one special, really. Her name's Hannah Abbott, and I think she's around your age?"

"You're dating Hannah Abbott?" I gasped, shocked. He dated girls my age? That means there's hope, a voice inside my head whispered. Another voice snorted, before asking, Hope for what? I had to agree with the second voice.

"It was one date!" he protested, gulping down the rest of his butterbeer. "Anyway, I gotta hit the sack." At my puzzled expression, he grinned. "Muggle, American expression." I watched him laugh, and saw how his eyes twinkled and his grin was infectious and how his hair seemed to grin as well.

"Ok, I'll just be down here for another minute. Then I'll go."

He raised an eyebrow, a perfectly guy-ish eyebrow, and smirked at me. "Are you sure? Last time I left you behind, you started scheming and plotting with the Marauders. Harry included."

"Scheming and plotting are bascially the same thing," I retorted, giving him a glare.

"Whatever, Miss KnowitAll. Goodnight." He left the living room up the third floor stairs, leaving me with a feeling in my stomach that wouldn't go away. Butterflies?

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