Disclaimer: Yes, I know I do not own anything… but if I did, I would by a big house, and a double chocolate chip cookie.
A/N: This is the last chapter I can write for two months because I'm going away. Sorry, but you all will have to live with it. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy this chapter and review a lot! Love you all… now on with the story.
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Ron's face was turning the color of a Santa hat, his eyes glowering at the two of them. Hermione and Charlie broke apart, but Charlie moved so that Hermione was shielded from Ron's glare.
"What the hell are you doing with my brother, Hermione?" Ron said angrily, his glare intensified as Charlie drew his wand, and pointed it at Ron.
"Is it because you can't have me? Is that why you run into his arms instead if mine?" Charlie's anger was boiling, and he could see red spots on front of his eyes. Suddenly, Hermione moved to face Ron, and glared as she replied.
"No, when I did want you, you were off shagging Lavender or who ever you wanted. Even when we did go out, you ignored me; you only wanted me when it was convent for you. Ron you never loved me, and I knew that towards the end. Maybe you could have loved me, I'm sure you could have, but now, you are a pathetic little boy that only thinks of himself, and that's all you have ever been. Now leave my house before I do something I regret," she finished, and pointed to the fireplace. Ron's shoulders sagged, and he mumbled under his breath. It wouldn't the first time nor would it be the last time the conversation ended like this between them. Hermione slumped into the couch as Charlie sat beside her, stroking her hair. Eventually, she fell asleep in his arms.
He felt that her breath had evened out; picked her up bridal style, and placed her on her bed, there were a few towels, so he placed then on the floor on the far side of the room. She turned over and whispered softly.
"Charlie please stay the night," she pulled on the blankets softly. He sighed, and pulled off his shoes, and got into the bed with her. Hermione instantly curled up into his chest, and fell deeper into her sleep. Charlie smiled gently at Hermione; his skin tingled even though there skin was separated through a few layers of cloth. The night wore on, Charlie found that he couldn't keep his eyes open, soon drifting into the dream state where all of his fantasies where real.
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The next morning, Hermione woke up with a weight around her waist. Groaning, she tried to turn over but was pulled closer into the warm object lying beside her. Sleepily, opening her eyes, she saw bright red hair. Hermione gasped, Charlie was asleep, in her bed, and not only asleep, but she was in his embrace. She blushed, and pushed her face into a pillow.
Soon, Charlie felt Hermione stir, he knew she would want to get up, but he wasn't ready for her to leave. She tried to pull away, but he just pulled her closer. To be honest with himself, it was the best night sleep he had in a very long time. He smirked mentally, she had given up, and now was resting on the pillow, face first.
"Morning Hermione," Charlie said softly, she squeaked with surprise. Finally, she turned over to face him, kissing his cheek gently.
"Morning Charlie," she said sleepily, moving her body from his to stretch her arms over her head, yawning as she did so. Charlie could swear that his breath caught in his throat, for he was having trouble breathing, and thinking. Her shirt rode up slightly so he could see her stomach. This gives a new definition to morning wood, he thought trying to cover himself up with the blanket.
Hermione got out of the bed and casually stepped into the bathroom.
"Charlie," she called for over her shoulder," there's another bathroom down the hall if you want to use that one," Hermione closed the door, and soon the water was turned on. Charlie took this as his chance to clean himself up before Hermione saw his…problem. Quickly, he went into the extra bathroom, and closed the door. He stripped from his clothing, turning on the water, and stepping under the spray. Charlie started to stroke himself; vivid pictures of what Hermione might look like without her clothes appeared before his closed eyelids. He reached his peak, and spilled on the wall, the water removing the results of his orgasm. Charlie finished washing himself, and stepped out of the shower. He smacked himself on the head, he didn't have a towel. This will be embarrassing, he thought. Charlie peaked out of the bathroom, checking to make sure the coast was clear. Suddenly, he made a mad dash for the bedroom; he noticed that Hermione had quite a few towels on her room. As soon as he got into the room, Hermione was standing stark naked drying her hair with a towel.
Suddenly, she turned to see Charlie naked, and looking very delicious. She couldn't help but lick her lips, but blushed as she did so.
"Ss...Ss…sorry," he stumbled over his words and grabbed a towel in the corner, "I just forgot a towel and I um need one so yeah. I'll be back soon," he dashed out of the room and closed the door. His breathing was labored and he was sweating. This is going to be so weird, he thought as he grabbed his clothes from the bathroom.
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Yes, I know that's it for now. I will write more when I get back. Love you all, so review!