Author Note: Hello everybody who has been reading my stories. Thank you to all who have reviewed and added me to their alert list. Once again I wish to apologize for not updating sooner but the truth is I have no time. School(like always) is driving me crazy and my extra curricular programs leave me very little time to sit down. And I have been diagnosed with a serious illness……….(cough) laziness(cough)……..which can be very serious when I want to update. But anyway I just want to say thank you all for commenting and to let you know that everything will become clear very soon since this story is not going to be very long, I would say one or two more chapters. So if I don't update quickly is because my laziness has gotten to me. Hope you enjoy. Much love, Mimi.

Chapter 2

Charlie Weasley felt like an idiot and a total and complete asshole.

He walked the streets of Hogsmeade having no where to go and feeling a deep emptiness in his soul as he remembered the look of pain in Hermione's face. He could kick himself for the suffering he had put her through.

And he had no idea how to make it up to her how to explain to her how he felt and why he had fired. And he had no idea where to find her. She had moved out of his neighborhood the day after they had been together. He stopped in an alley and leaned against the a wall and slid down to a sitting position. Charlie had never been a touchy feely man but he found himself with his head on his knees and with a incredible desire to break down and cry. Five years had been wasted from a stupid misunderstanding. And he didn't know if Hermione would ever give him the chance to make up those years.

So it was with his head on his knees and his heart throbbing with pain that Joan found him thirty minutes later. She had been looking for Hermione and hadn't noticed the lump in the alley until she had heard a sound of pain coming from it that she had stopped to check if anyone needed help. When she saw who it was her face changed from concern to one of anger.

"I should kick you, you know?"

Charlie lifted his head to look at the seventeen year old girl in front of him.

He let out a deep sigh and said, "Yeah, you probably should. Of course you'll have to get in line after me and all my relatives."

Joan looked down at the defeated man and wonder why if he was the asshole he wanted to kick his own butt and wasn't making any excuses like the rest of the male population.

She looked at him strangely and said,

"Okay, spill what's got you all puppy eyed and with your tale between your legs."

Charlie rested his head on the wall and looked lost in thought,

" Have you ever felt that you messed up so badly and that there is nothing you can do to fix it because you do not have every piece of the puzzle and have no idea what you broke in the first place."

Joan shifted sideways and placed her hands on her hips giving him a look of 'are you for real, boy.'

" Don't give me that look. I know that I hurt Hermione and you have no idea the misery that it brings me but the truth is all these years I seriously thought that she felt nothing but friendship for me and now that I know she loves me I cannot understand why she never told me. We were..um… intimate before you know."

Joan snorted, "Intimate, seriously Charles I'm seventeen and just because I've never been intimate with anyone it doesn't mean you can't say 'sex' near my virgin ears."

"No."

"What do you mean no?"

" I mean no, we did not have sex. We made love."

Joan looked down at him and into his eyes and for the first time that day she wonder if she really had all the facts. She slid down the wall and sat next to him. She looked sideways at him and hoped he wasn't the asshole she believed he was.

" So tell me. What don't you understand? And what's your side to this story?"

And so began Charlie's sides of the five years of misunderstanding.

Meanwhile at Hermione Granger's Apartment-

Hermione cuddled in her snuggie as she watched Titanic and ate her favorite Dove ice cream. She couldn't help but cry as Rose watched the life of her life die.

"Well, at least he died and did not break your heart after he slept with you and then went on to make out with his girlfriend."

She got a faraway look and then a disgusted looked flashed across her pretty face,

"Merlin, I'm the other women."

And then went back to crying.

Crookshanks, Hermione's ever loyal companion emerged from the depth of some mysterious part of the apartment to be picked up by his mistress and be suffocated as she cried into his feline body.

"Oh Crookshanks, why did I have to go and fall in love with Charlie. You know there are a lot of wonderful smart wizards out there."

A bored meow was heard from the cat. Hermione looked at down at him with a surprised face.

"What do you mean, 'like who' ?"

Meow

"I'll have you know that there are thousands of great wizards out there."

Meow

" Well………..there is Neville! He's sweet, nice, and has that geeky shy look going on!"

Meow

" Crookshanks! Neville is not boring, I'm just not attracted."

Meow

"Well, there is……Seamus, you know he's nice. And then there's Oliver Wood, and Marcus Flint, and…."

Crookshanks continued to look bored.

"………..What about Draco Malfoy? He had that bad boy thing going on and he has changed you know!"

Crookshanks only answer was to draw out a fur ball.

Hermione let a deep sigh escape her, " Yeah, I guess your right there is really nothing there. Merlin, what is with me and the Weasley's!"

Hermione leaned back against her sofa and then an imaginary light bulb went on in her brain.

"That's it. All I have to do to forger Charlie is fall for another Weasley!"

Meow

"What do you mean which one? I think it would be obvious; Percy is married, Fred or George would drive me to an early grave, and things with Ronald did not work out, so the only one left is Bill. He's handsome, and smart, single and…."

Meow

" Crookshanks! Bill is not gay."

Meow

"It doesn't matter if he has a tattoo and earring, he is not gay. I actually think he's attracted to Joan, so he's probably out too."

Hermione put Crookshanks down and picked up her forgotten ice cream and moved on to watch The Notebook . Crookshanks for his part jump off the living room table he had been put down on and left to continue to explore the mysteries of Hermione Granger's apartment.

"And so that's the whole story. So you see I have no idea why Hermione never told me that she loved me after that night."

Joan looked at Charlie and for the first time in a long time felt bad for having wished so many bad things to happen to him. Now that she knew the whole story she understood everything.

"Okay, Charles get up."

Charlie looked at her as if she had gone crazy.

"Don't look at me like that. You aren't going to get Hermione back by spending the rest of you life sitting in a dirty ally, so get up."

"Get Hermione back, I don't even know where she lives. And now that I fired her I can't even see her at work."

Joan took a deep breath and hoped that she wasn't making the biggest mistake of her life.

"I know which is why I'm going to tell you where she lives. My only advice-get her to listen and tell her what you told me."

Hermione was busy crying her eyes out because Allie and Noah had just died when a buzzing sound came from the security desk of her building.

The voice of her security guard was heard as he said,

"Ms. Granger a Miss Joan looking for you. Should I let her up."

Hermione stood up and quickly threw all the used tissues and the now empty ice cream tub into the waste basket. She pressed a button and said,

"Hello, yes let her up."

She took off the snuggie and quickly splashed her face with some water to make the red of her eyes go down because she knew that if Joan saw her crying she would give her a long lecture on her dependency on a man.

A knock was heard and she walked toward the door while fixing her ponytail as some curls had escaped their confinement.

She opened the door without looking and turned around,

"Hey Joan, you know where everything goes. Make yourself at home."

But it wasn't Joan that answered her statement with a quiet, "Hermione."

She whirled around and came face to face with the man of her dreams, or that precise time the man of her nightmares.

And after everything all she could do was say with a raspy voice,

"Charlie!"

AN: So what did you think? Was it good, bad, ugly? What could I have done better? I'm sorry if your questions weren't answered but that will be coming in the next chapter so hang on tight. I've decided to do two more chapters. One where the truth is found out and the last one a type of epilogue. Much love, Mimi. Don't forget to review. Muah