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CHAPTER 33.
Hermione and Charlie awoke early that morning, in order to go and check on Bill. Hermione dressed in some cream leggins, and a knee length, floral t-shirt dress. They were soft, and didn't iritate her burns when she walked. She slid her feet into some tennis shoes, and sacured her curls into a messy bun, and turned to watch Charlie finish getting ready.
He was wearing some well worn blue jeans, they were faded, hung extreemly low on his hipps, and made his bum look spectacular. On top he pulled a plain white t-shirt, it was tight fitting, and Hermione could count the muscules beneath. He aslo slipped on some tennish shoes.
She was overcome by the need to hold him. Walking across the room, she wrapped her arms around his waist, pressing her face into his warm, musculed chest. He hugged her back, holding her close for an imesurable moment, pressig his face into her soft sweet smelling curls, neither one speaking.
They went hand in hand together, down the stone stepps to griffyndor common room, to wait for Harry and Ginny. Harry was already there, as were, it seemed, the rest of griffyndor house, bar the youngest Weasley. Hermione checked on Serah, who was fine now, and stooped to hug her gently, before going back over to wait with Charlie.
Hermione noticed that every female in the room was staring hungrily at Charlie again, their eyes roaving over him like a piece of meat. Much the same way that the males were looking at her.
"Trust Gin to keep us waiting." Charlie said dryly, leaning against a wooden table, and pulling Hermione's back against his chest, so that she was standing between his slighlty parted leggs.
Hermione was sure she saw a couple of girls swoon at his voice, they deffinatley all started whispering and giggling.
Grinning wickedly, Charlie pulled out his wand, "Get a move on Gin!" he said, before sending his patronus with the message to wake his sister. The entire common room had gone silent, having finally seen Hermione's other half, it was all true.
It was dead silent for a few seconds, the raucus giggling broke out from the girls, who were all whispering and blushing like idiots.
Hermione groaned, knowing they wouldn't hear the end of this. She turned in Charlie's arms, and hid her face against his shoulder, making Harry laugh.
Charlie hugged her close, leaning in to whisper in her ear, "If they're gonna stare, might as well give them a show."
She threw her head back and laughed loudly, her voice floating through the crowd, silencing every voice, bringing every eye to her. She was completley unaware, too buisy laughing, and poking Charlie in his flat stomach, for having such a wicked sense of humor.
"Bloody hell Charlie, we fought death eaters last night, doesn't that merrit a ley in?" Ginny grouched, as she emerged from the girl's stair case to the silent common room, carrying her cardigan, socks, hair tie and shoes. She took in the students, who had all been staring at her brother and his girlfriend.
She turned to Harry, "What did they do now?" She asked, mock tiredness in her voice, making Hermione and Charlie chuckle.
"Laugh." Harry said simply, Ginny shook her head.
"Mi has the worst ideas." She teased, looking mock despairingly at Hermione.
"Excuse me Miss 'WE COULD HAVE A SLEEPOVER'," She squealed the last bit, in an uncanny imppression of a drunk Ginny, Charlie muffled his laughter in Hermione's neck.
"Yeah yeah, you get drunk once." Ginny huffed, bending to tie her laces.
"Once." Harry snorted, "I happen to know Mione had pictures of you from after Slughorn's party." Harry teased his girlfriend.
"That one doesn't count, it was you and Mi that got me drunk." Ginny shot back at him.
Charlie raised a questioning eyebrow at Hermione.
"It was four in the morning. We'd been in that bloody pary for hours, and Slughorn wouldn't let us leave. So we created entertainment." Hermione explained, making Charlie's lip twitch, though he tried to cover it with mock dissaprovement.
"So what you telling me is that my girlfriend has corrupted my baby sister's innocence?" He sounded mock disbelieving.
Harry and Hermione snorted, "Remeber christmas, bouncing on the bed, wanting to play in the snow at two in the morning, when it wasn't snowing. You were there for that one buddy." Hermione teased back.
"You know i'm right here, and you're making me sound like a wino." Complained a now fully dressed Ginny.
"Sorry Gin." The three chorused, chuckling slightly, and they headed towards the hospital wing. As the portrate hole closed beind them, a roar of conversation broak out in the common room, mostly about the death eater battle, but some were swooning over Charlie.
The four headed straight to the hospital wing, and arrived to see a very tired looking Bill, being fought over by two witches. Mrs Weasley and Fleur it seemed had settles into their roles as wife and mother in law early, and were shouting at eachother down the ward.
The argument was being watched like a game of tennis by a now concious Bill and Tonks, the latter looked quite amused, the former didn't.
"What's the matter?" Hermione asked with some trepidation, once it became apparent that everyone else was just contented to watch.
Fleur and Molly turned to her, and both started shouting at the same time, Fleur in french. Hermione's eye's widened, as they went back to shouting at eachother.
"What?" She asked Bill, confusion clear in her voice.
"They're fighting over taking care of me," He sighed, "It's rediculouse, i'm fine, Madam Pomfray says I can go this morning, but..." He trailed of, looking hoplessly at the two women. Just then the matron stuck her head around the door, seeming unwilling the enter the battle grownd, and signaled that Bill was good to go.
The two women however hadn't noticed, and continued screaming.
Sighigh, Hermione called Aeval, who hovered next to her, looking uncertainly at the still shouting, and now jesticulating women.
"C'mon Aeval, you're a fire bird for crying out loud." Hermion whined, but he just blinked at her in a way that clearly said he wasn't going anywhere near those women. The onlookers were now chuckling quietly.
"You're stuffed mate." Harry said to Bill, who just nodded.
They finally got the two women's attention long enough to impart the good news, only for them to then fight over weather or not they should take Bill to breakfast in the great hall.
Fred and George arrived later that morning in time to see Bill discharged from the hospital wing. They had taken their return to Hogwarts as an oppertunity to plug their buisness, which they would be running from the castle for a while, trusting Verity to keep the store in Diagon Alley going.
As such, the pranks had started again with a vengance, much to the horror of Mr Filch. Out of respect for the headmasters wishes however, they limitted the mayhem to the weekends and evenings, not during class time.
The order where given the north wing of the castle - somewhere that was usually closed off to the populas - to sleep in, and they had the run of the castle during the days, as long as they didn't interrupt the lessons.
Hermione and Charlie wasted no time, heading out alone the first oppertunity they got. They wandered the grounds, visited Hagrid, whom unserprisingly got along with Charlie very well.
One particular evening, Hermione introduced Charlie to the room of requirement. She explained to him that the room would equip itself for the seekers needs. As she waked backwards and forwards four times in front of the painting of the trolls doing ballet, she thought, "I need a place to be with Charlie."
A large wooden door appeared before them, with a brass handle. Grasping it, the door gave way to a beautifull sunlit room. One wall was entirley made up of windows, showing an enchanted view of the grounds.
In the center of one wall stood a large four poster bed, complete with cream hangings and bed spread. One corner of the room was dedicated to many shelves of books, with several squishy sofas sarrounding a roaring fireplace.
There was a beautiful, round, wooden little table, perfect for eating, or was just big enough for the two of them.
In another corner, there was a glossy black grand piano, complete with leather stool, and metranome.
There was also a doorway lading off to a large bathroom, complete wih a bath the size of a swimming pool, a separate shower, and twin sinks.
Hermione was impressed, and judging by his gob makes expression, so was Charlie. He recovered quickly enough though, puling Hermione into the bathroom, and proceeding to do what he had dreamed of for several long months.
He flicked his wand wordlessly at the swimming pool sized bath, which started to fill itself with hot waer andnumerous bubbles. He walked slowly back to Hermione, where she was waiting by the door, taking her hand in his, and pulling her inside.
He kept their hands linked, shifting them slightly so that their fingers were intertwied. With his other and, he gently pushed some of her heavy raven curls from her face, pushing them over her shoulder, baring the collumn of her throat, which he stooped to kiss, tenderly, adoaringly.
Her free hand slid under the hem of his t-shirt, and began hunting its way up his chisled stoach, and broad chest, her fingers teasing with fether light touches. He pulled back from his assault on her neck, but only long enough to get his t-shirt over his head, which Hermione threw behind her somewhere.
Pulling back again, Hermione devaested herslef of the little summer dress she was wearing, leaving her in matching black silk underwear. The way Charlie's eyes drank her in sent a jolt of lust through her, so strong it made her knees weak.
Slowly she stepped towards him, bringing her flush against his chest, before falling to her knees, sliding down his tall frame teasingly, Charlie groaned. She waisted no time in pulling her dragon tamer from his jeans and underwear, the latter she had torn in her eagerness, something that had made Charlie moan again.
She liked her lips, he was watching her from beneath half closed eyelids as she slid her full lips along his length. He hissed in pleasure, his hands fisting in her soft curls, as she licked an sucked her way along him, stopping to twirl her tougne along the tip.
She set the pace quickly, moaning against his hardness as she slid back and forth, one of her hands having come to cup him, rolling gently, marvalling at how soft his skin was.
Charlie pulled her to her feet, watching her mouth with undisgized hunger, as she licked her lips and pouted from he loss of contact. He groaned as she brought her mouth to his, biting teasingly on her bottom lip and sucking it into his mouth.
He tore off her bra and knickers, so that they were literally scrapps of ripped material, but she didn't care, if fact it made her whimper needily, and sent a delisious shiver down her spine. He kneeled before her, kissing from her hip to her breast, where he latched onto one dusky peak, and sucked vengfully, earning a soft mewling noise from Hemione.
He pulled her to the floor before him, laying her back and eaning over her, trailing hot, open mouthed kisses along the flat plane of her stomach, and using his warm, cloused hands to spread her thighs. He paused before her, the anticipation wraking though her small form, she was virtually quivering with need for his touch.
"Char." she whimpered, it was almost begging, almost, and it was all he needed. He smirked wickedly at her, before placing a single, hot kiss to the inside of ther thigh, making her writhe beneth him, serching for contact. He did the same on the opposite side, tracing a short line with the tip of his tougne, and grinning triumphantly when her breathing hitched.
He looked up, to be sure she was watching him, which she was, her vibrant green eyes where tinged dark, and half hidden behind heavy, drooping lids. He then caved to his desires, and buried his face in her slick folds, moaning as his tougne got the first taste of what he had missed so soarly.
Hermione was doing a fair amount of moaning herslef, her hands fisting in Charlie's firey hair, and her hipps thrusting desparatley against his mouth. He teased her mercylessly, sucking and nipping, pushing her to the point of insanity, before bringing her over the shining edge, and reducing her to a qivering puddle beneath his mouth.
The bath had filled by now, and Charlie flicked his wand to stop the taps, and took the opperunity to perform the contraseptive charm, before grabbing Hermione about the waist, and carrying her to the steaming water.
She wrapped her leggs about his waist, wriggling against his still hard legnth, making him growl into her neck, and bite down gently, she shuddered in pleasure. Once in the water they didn't break appart, he merely placed his two large hands on her hips to help guide her movments, and she sank down onto him, sighing in completness.
"Fuck." Charlie's eyes where squesed shut, and his head had fallen back, as she proceeded to rise and fall on him, clencing her inner muscules experimentally, only to smirk when Charlie's eyes popped open in shock, so she did it again, and he whimpered.
His hands on her hipps where guiding her now, stearing her thrusts faster, and harder. He was lifting her and lettng her fall back onto his length, watching in awe as her eyes slid closed and her lipps parted in an 'o' of pleasure.
They came together in a blinding flash, both shouting horsley, and glad for the water, which was supporting most of their weight. Hermione sagged against Charlie, who wrapped both of his arms around her waist, holding her to him. She made no move to get off him, keeping him inside her as they kissed passionatley.
The first morning they had all come down to breakfast, and taken up camp at the griffyndor table, had caused quite a stir.
Hermione, being used to the stares by know, was just glad that it wasn't her for a change. Or so she had thought, untill she realised that a large part of the intrigue seemed to be seeing her with Charlie for the first time. Between the tattoo and the patronus, Hogwarts had turned her and Charlie into some sort of star crossed lovers.
The upside was that the boys were reluctant to mess with a dragon tamer, and therefor left Hermione alone for a change. The downside were the girls, all of whom seemed to watch Charlie's every breath, something he seemed oblivious to, but made her extreemly uncomfortable.
She was also trying to ignore the furious glares of Cormac, who hadn't yet found the counter curse for his face, and all the teachers seemed to miraculously be to buisy to help him. Hermione nuged Ginny nervously, indicating the furious eyes on her, Ginny cought Mcglaggens eye, the looked very pointedly and Charlie, who was sitting opposite his girlfriend. Mcglaggen looked down pretty sharpish after that, making both girls grin.
During breakfast, on the morning of her final day of exams, Hermione sat opposite Charlie, with Luna and ginny on her either side, she felt the all to familiar tap on her shoulder, and turned to see Clara.
"Hello Clara." She greeted warmly, hugging the small girl. Elizabeth took advantage of being closed to Hermione to whisper in her ear, "Is that him?" Shooting Charlie covert glances from under her hair.
Hermione and Ginny giggled, as Ginny nodded, whispering something hermione couldn't hear to Clara, who looked at her, unsure. Ginny nodded, which must have been an encouragement, for Clara wandered around the table, and tapped Charlie on the shoulder. Hermione was now watching, enraptured.
Charlie turned to the girl cuiously, he looked slightly shocked when Clara leaned in to his ear, whispering something.
Charlie's expression went from confused, to a soft smile, and when Clara pulled away, he wrapped her in a hug, and kissed the top of her head, making her blush furiously. He then pulled her to sit next to him on the bench, Hermione turned to Ginny, raising aneyebrow it question.
Ginny leaned into hermione to murmer; "I don't think you realise how much they love you. Espessially that little girl, she wanted to meet the man you love so much, to tell him thank you for making you happy. She spoke to me yesterday, asking about the two of you." She confided softly.
Hermione just stared at the litle girl, her heart swelling, touched beyond words, and tears pricking the back of her eyes. Ginny patted her shoulder, before going back to her toast.
Other encounters happened, such as the day Hermione, Charlie, Bill and Fleur had been walking around the lake, only to be stopped by the second year Hufflepuff, who wanted to see the two dragon patronus' fly together. News of charlie's dragon had spread from the griffyndors, it seemed.
Bill and Fleur looked awed at Hermione and charlie, not knowing that their Patronus's were so compatable, virtually identical. As Dracarys and Drogo were unleashed, and flew in harmony across the lake, Charlie wrapped and arm around Hermione's waist, lening down to murmer in her ear.
"Marry Me."
It wasn't a shock, hermione didn't even blink, they had both been waiting for this for a long time.
"Yes." She replied simply, smiling up at him, as he leaned closer to capture her lips.
After the patronus' had faded, Charlie reached into his pocked, and pulled out the ring. Hermione moved her promise and eternity ring to her right hand, and charlie slid her engagement ring home.
It was yellow gold, like her promise ring, but consisted of three diamonds, the one in the middle slightly larger than the others. As Charlie put it on, he lifted her hand to his lips, kissing each of her fingers, then the ring. He continued to hold her hand between both of his as he kissed her lips.
They were pulled appart by a whooping Bill and fleur, who exclaimed "Finally." And passed them about in a round of huggs.
Bill lifted Hermione bodily from the floor, swinging her around in circles like a rag doll, making her laugh like a loon.
"Welcome to the family little sister!" He whooped joyously, before putting her down, kissing the top of her head, and going to clapp Charlie on the back.
Hermione staggard dizzily into Fleurs arms, Fleur just chuckled, and said, "I am very 'appy for you Ermione."
Hermione grinned, and wrapped Fleur in a tight hugg, laughing joyously, before being re cliamed by Charlie, who captured her small hand, in his larger one, and stooped to kiss her gently.
That evening, they decided to announce their engagment while evryone was together. It was just before dinner, and being a saturday ment that Harry, Ginny, Neville and Luna were also with the order.
Everyone was seated about the vast comon room, in the castle's north wing. It had obviously been desined for accomodating guests many centuries ago, for it was plush and extreemy comfortable.
Charlie was just about to clear his throat, to get everyone's attention, when his thunder was well and truly stollen by his youger sister.
Chuckling, he cought a screaming Ginny about the waist, in the wild hug she had thrown at him.
"You noticed then?" Hermione asked dryly, wilst Bill and Fleur chuckled at the looks of confusion on the faces of the others about the room.
"Im getting another sister!" She sobbed, pulling hermione and Fleur into an extreemly emotional hug.
The others understoon at last, and looked to Charlie for conformation.
"We're getting married." He said, kissing Hermione's head from his place in the hug.
Shouts and cries of congratulations filled the room.
Mrs weasly was crying happily onto her second oldest son, saying she had known he would settle down eventually.
Tonks had whooped loudly, punching her fist in the air, before going to join the growing hug with a dreamy looking Luna.
Once said hug broak appart, the happy couple were passed from person to person, with huggs, kisses and well wishes.
"Now that you'r marrying our Twin..." fred began ominously, to charlie, "We feel the need to warn you, that there is no place on earth that you could hisde from us." george finished in a similar manner.
"My own brothers..." Charlie muttered, shaking his head, before assuring the twins he would do nothing to hurt hermione.
"Oh my dear," Mrs Weasley gushed, "Im finally getting you as a daughter, I couldn't picture anyone better for my Charlie." She smiled a watery smile, and pinched Hermione's cheeks.
Sirius and Bill were now planning that nights celebration, which envolved the Twins smuggling alcohol into the castle.
"Feels like i'm sixteen again." Sirius had addmitted, grinning happily.
A few houres later, Hermione and Ginny where wandering back to griffyndor tower to change before supper.
"I cant belive it, well i can belive it, in fact i saw it coming a mile off, but i'm just so happy." Ginny was still gusing and they waked through the ommon room.
"What can't you belive?" came the curious voice of Katie Bell, who had recently returned from st Mungoe's after her attak.
"Hi Katie, i'm glad your better." hermione smiled.
"Thanks," the chaser replied, "I was in hospital over christmas, then went home for a while before coming back here for the exams." she filled in.
"HERMIONE'S GETTING MARRIED." Ginny exploded, not being able to hold it in any longer. The comon room was quiet for a moment, before whisperes broak out, much louder than before.
"Congratulations, you seem very happy." katie said, genuine happyness on her features.
Hermione beamed and nodded her gratitude, before heading up to her dormitory to change.
She had just pulled on a clean white t-shirt, and some tight blue jeans. She had been pulling black converse onto her feet, when she heared the door open and close. Thinking it was Ginny she turned, smiling, only for the smile to quickly dissapear.
It was lavender Brown.
"Think you're something special don't you." she began snidley, "Got all the men after you like some common slut." Hermione couldn't help but see the irony in the fact that lavender 'i don't wear knickers any more because they only end up being torn off Brown' was calling her a slut.
"What do you want lavender?" she asked tiredly, just as ginny arrived, dressed similarly to herself.
"You must be a really good shag to have turned him against his own bother," she continued, unknowingly digging her own grave, "How many of the boys have you had, the dragon tamer, thats for sure, probably the twins, i've seen the way they are with you, wouldn't surprise me if you'd had the oldest..." Her tirade was cut short by hermione's fist coming into contact with her jaw.
"How dare you." she seathed, as a red faced Ginny pulled out her wand threateningly.
"Bat Boggy." She screached, poining her wand at Lavender, who turned tail and ran from the dorm, through the common room, where she was met with roaucus laughter.
"Can you belive she called me a slut," hermione raged, passing back and forth before the foot of her bed. "I've only ever been with one guy, and I'm marrying him for merlin's sake." she shouted, pulling angrily at the hem of her t-shirt.
This got ginny's attention, "You and charlie, since when?" she demanded eagerly.
"Christmas," hermione addmitted sheepishly, "while we were at the burrow."
Ginny grinned and whoolf whistled, "Good on you Mi," she crowed, smirking suggestivley, "C'mon lets go for food, they'll be wondering where we are."