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Hermione's POV
"Chicken pox? Are you serious?" Bill exclaimed when I told him and Fleur over lunch a couple hours later. "And just when he was almost free out of the house. Now mum's gonna make him lie in bed all day and baby him again!"
"Poor Charlie," Fleur agreed, giggling. I rolled my eyes as they started making kissy faces at each other again. Bill isn't usually like that, but I guess that Fleur being part Veela definitely has something to do with it. Or maybe they do this just to disgust everyone around them.
"Please, you two. Not again. Get a room," I hissed as I walked out of the kitchen to see how Charlie was doing. "Chaaarliiee," I whispered carefully, wondering if he was still asleep. I walked over to the sofa to see Charlie was smiling in his sleep, but he was still fidgeting in his dreams as if he wanted to scratch so badly. He turned over and muttered something in his sleep.
"No, mummy, don't show Auntie that picture of me in a tutu," he mumbled, and I giggled.
"Charlie," I whispered again sharply. I poked him in the side a little, and he grunted. Before I could get away, Charlie had somehow yawned and stretched his arms. Before I knew what was happening, he had snatched my head and hugged me into his soft, muscular chest.
My eyes widened when I realised that he was still fast asleep. "I did not want to do this," I whispered, trying to pry the man's arms off of my neck, but he was so muscular and strong (from dealing with dragons), he wouldn't let go. I tried to push the arms, but to no avail. I poked him again in his sides, but he didn't even acknowledge it. I tried slipping downwards from his arms, but he only wrapped his arms around my shoulders and neck tighter.
"Having fun, Hermione?" a voice teased quietly from behind me.
I closed my eyes and started to panic. "Crap." I opened them to see Sirius (with his hair completely grown out again) walk into my line of vision. "Help me," I mouthed, careful not to wake the Weasley up. If he woke up to find me in this position, I will never ever stop being embarassed.
Sirius only smirked, before brandishing something in his fingers. "Now why would I help you, you who thinks that smartical and chocomel aren't real words?"
I gav ehim a puzzled look. "What?" I croaked out. Sirius frowned too.
"I have no idea why I said that." (Me, the author: Heeheehee. oops, wrong story). "Wait, what did I say?" I shrugged, already forgetting what he said and was struggling to get out of my recent predicament. Why does this always happen to me?
"Just help me- why the FRICK do you have your wand?" I snapped, and Charlie grunted a bit before turning and letting out a soft snore.
Sirius gave me an evil look and marched right up so he could see me right in the eye. "I have it, because dear Moony agreed to let me have revenge on you for touching my beloved hair. You should have listened to Harry," he said silkily, and I narrowed my eyes. Why was he always listening on everybody's conversations? "Why else do you think you're stuck now?"
"You're mean," I hissed in a slightly whiny voice.
Sirius shook his head, gazing at his precious wand belovedly. "No, I'm not mean yet. Ennervate. NOW I'm mean. Have fun." He cackles evilly, and I had a sudden urge to throw something at him. But unfortunately, I can't because I was stuck in Charlie's arms and he was starting to wake up... "Bye Hermione!" Sirius ducked out of the room, but knowing him, I bet he was gonna spy on us again.
"Darn you all," I muttered as Charlie yawned again and blinked. He stretched out his arms and yawned tiredly at me, scratching his arm. I managed to duck out of his grasp, but I'm note sure if he noticed anything.
"What are you doing here, Mione? And why are there Christimas decor- oh wait, yeah. Nevermind." He sat up and gave me a tired grin, and I had to blush.
Flustered, I tried to flatten out my hair and smooth out my clothes. "Sirius thought it would be funny to, er...you know what? It's just something that Sirius did, so knowing him, it's bad. No need to explain."
Charlie nodded suspisciously, and I wanted to be wrapped in his arms again all of a sudden. Just minus the chicken pox, of course. "Right." He got up and glanced around at the clock and the room. "So, um, I'm gonna take a bath. I can't BELIEVE that you made me drink a sleeping draught. You are such an evil little bookworm," he mumbled, walking up the stairs to his room.
I waved nervously at his back, laughing nervously as well. When he was gone, I was relieved. "Whew. That went better than expected." I started to breathe normally again, and my heart rate slowed down. I don't know how or why I could have fallen for him so quickly and so hard. I mean, during the past couple of days, I've mostly been dealing with Remus and Sirius or plotting something with the girls or hanging with the guys. Yet there was something so mysterious about Charlie...
"Boo!" a shrill voice yelled in my ear. I jumped, screamed and whacked a pillow at my assaulter. "Hermione, PLEASE don't do that again," Sirius grumbled, combing his hair through with his fingers.
I glared at him, once again trying to slow down my breathing. "What are you doing?" I demanded.
Sirius jumped onto the couch beside me and gave me an innocent shrug. "Nothing. Why?"
I got up when he sat down, and glared at him when he pouted. "I don't trust you," I said, crossing my arms.
Sirius smirked. "You shouldn't." Oh god I hate him.
Around half an hour later, I was busy in my room packing up my things to go. The spell on the house for apparating and portkey was going to wear off in a few hours, and I had already demanded my wand back from Remus. "Thank god we're leaving," I told Charlie when he came into my room to watch me pack.
"I'll miss it though. These past few days are days to remember," Charlie said, humming as he tossed a coin into the air and caught it. As I neatly organised everything into my trunk, from the corner of my eye, I had to grin. The red haired dragon keeper was leaning on the wall to my room, and in the dim light so we couldn't see his chicken pox, he could pass for one of those hot guy models in those American magazines, though they usually contained Brad Pitt, Justin Timberlake, etc. "What are you staring at?"
"Nothing," I said quickly. He finished whistling his tune and I slammed my trunk lid down. "All done."
"Good. Here." Charlie walked over, trying not to scratch, though he was all fidgety. He handed me a bottle of butterbeer. "To many more stupid parties."
"To many more stupid stunts."
"To all the people who are bald."
"To all the victims of the twins new Lurker Lamps."
"To all the people who got to see Sirius' green and orange underwear. Ugh, the horror."
"You saw his boxers?"
"Yep, this was last night when it was just us guys."
"Ok, weird. Cheers." We raised our butterbeer and downed in quickly. Mmm...I savored the taste. "You know, I can't wait for Christmas when Molly calls another get-together, actually. So I guess this is goodbye?"
Charlie gave me a look, absentmindedly rubbing his neck and his arm. "I guess. I'll be going back to Romania in a couple of days after this chicken pox is over."
I nodded solemnly. I didn't want to leave. More precisely, I didn't want HIM to leave. "I guess. I'll write."
"Every week."
"Every day."
"Send me pictures?"
"Of course."
Awkward silence, with me hitting Charlie a couple times to stop him from scratching. I downed the rest of my butterbeer, and let out a sigh of happiness. "Mmm, good." It was only then that I noticed Charlie's smirk. "What?"
"Nothing."
We walked downstairs to see that mostly everyone had packed as well and their trunks were by the door ready to leave. "I cannot wait to see fresh air," Ginny squealled and giggled. But then she stopped, covering my mouth. "Sorry, I'll try and stop doing that."
I smiled at her. I guess this whole party/trip has really done wonders. The Marauders and twins have learned their lesson, althought three out of four of them will forget it by this time tomorrow. Ginny had decided to take things one step at a time, and was going to date only one boy and give him a chance. Harry and Ron were no longer jerks, and Harry's spirits had brightened considerably. All in all, I was going to miss it.
We sat around in the kitchen of the Burrow as we waited for the spell to pass. "So it's over," Tonks breathed a sigh, and we all nodded. "So Hermione, what are you going to do now?"
An answer popped out before I could stop myself. "Go home, take a cold shower and somehow kidnap Peeves so he can wreak havoc on Percy." I covered my mouth in shock as they started laughing. "What the hell?"
"Hmm?" she asked. Tonks was busy reading an edition of the Daily Prophet from last week. "Hey, look! Chudley Cannon's seeker is getting remarried, again. Right, as if he'd marry six times. What a load of bull, right?"
"Of course it is!" was my automatic response.
Tonks gave me a look. "Have you taken your medicine yet?"
"No, I haven't taken the pill for my yeast infection yet," I answered, and I squeaked when I realised what I said. I looked around to see only Tonks, Ron, Charlie and Sirius looking at me incredulously. I turned red. "What's going on?"
"Hey, lemme try!" Ron called out. How dare he! He turned to face me. "When was your last embarassing moment?"
I tried not to answer, but my tongue, my lips and my vocal chords disobeyed me. "When Charlie was sleeping and he hugged me in his sleep." I turned bright red, but narrowed my eyes. "Hey! SIRIUS was the one who charmed Charlie's arms to do that!"
"Suuure, blame ME while you're at it," Sirius whined, crossing his arm. "I can't believe you actually did it!" he exclaimed to Charlie. I whirled around to face the dragon keeper.
"Did what?" I demanded.
Charlie gave me a grin, and scratched his neck nervously. I slapped his hand away. "Well, you know that butterbeer I gave you? It sorta has...in it."
"What did you say? I didn't hear you." I crossed my arms and he gave a weak chuckle. Looking around, he noticed that everyone else except for Sirius was talking to one another and not paying to us.
"I put Veritaserum in your butterbeer," he said quickly. "Don't kill me!" He yelped when I started hitting him on the head, and started running behind his older brother. "Bill, help!"
The eldest Weasley just rolled his eyes. "Nah. Too busy. So Fleur, are we meeting your parents next Saturday...?" He purposely turned away as I marched over to Charlie and attempted to swat at him.
"Come on Charlie," I said sweetly as he ran to the other side of the table. He moved left. I moved right. He moved right, I moved left. "Come on, Charlie. If you give up now, I won't hurt you THAT bad." He nervously gave out a laugh and ran behind two girls again.
"Katie, Alicia, girlfriends of my two annoying brothers, help me please!" he begged. They started giggling, but didn't answer Charlie as I tackled the poor chicken pox infested man.
"Gotcha!"
"No!" Charlie tried to get me off, but I held on tight on his back as he spun around. He decided to attack me with questions. "What's your favourite colour?"
"Blue."
"Favourite band?"
"Faber Drive!"
"Get off get off get-----Ahh! Help!" The good thing about this was that everybody else was busy talking and going on in their normal lives and didn't pay any attention to the red head who had a girl on his back. Except for Ron, who decided he wanted another turn on me.
"I wanna ask one more! Who's your secret crush?" Ron asked, blinking innocently at me. Charlie stopped spinning me around, and I wondered why. Instead, he put me down and gave me a look.
"C-C-C," I stuttered, trying to not say Charlie's name. I covered my mouth and mouthed Charlie into my hands, but that didn't do anything. "Cha-Charlie."
Suddenly, it was like everyone was paying attention once more. The whole kitchen turned silent, and you could hear a pin drop. Ron's mouth was hanging wide open. But that was nothing compared to my expression, which was deep red with embarassment. A moment later, I could feel the anti- apparition wards slipping. I ran to my trunk and waved to everyone.
"Um, I have to go. Bye everyone," I mumbled, trying not to burst into tears. I apparated out of the Burrow, careful not to splinch myself and found myself in the familiar bedroom of my familiar flat. I flung down my trunk and ran to the bathroom.
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Mrs. Charlie Weasley-thats me: Thx. I luv UR story too! in fact, i think ur trilogy inspired me to write this one sorta. Anyway, i really luv sirius/hermione too! thx for reading!
Ok, now I need suggestions to go on! Like how should Charlie approach Hermione? There's just one or two chapters left, though I only planned on onemore. REVIEW PLEASE AND TELL ME WHAT I SHOULD DO!