For the purpose of this, Hermione works at the Dragon Reservation as a junior keeper.

"I don't know if I can keep sitting here and watching you put yourself in danger," Charlie ranted, pacing the small hospital room that Hermione was situated in. She rolled her eyes at his dramatic actions and looked out of the window, wincing at the blaring sun. Even though the room was charmed to be cool, the heat was still overpowering and she could tell by the increasing temperature that the charm would have been neutralised within the next five minutes - ten minutes maximum.

"And you're not even listening to me!" he shouted, his voice getting louder with each turn that he paced. She blinked, her thoughts brought back to him, and watched.

"I don't know why you're so worried," she said quietly, worried that if she was any louder he'd explode. "I'm just like every other worker here. John got more burns than me because he was closer, why aren't you shouting at him?"

"Because it's you!" Charlie exclaimed, not noticing the look of hurt that came over Hermione's face. Charlie carried on complaining and shouting but she wasn't listening anymore, she was too busy trying to fight off the tears.

Eventually though, she had enough.

"Okay!" she shouted, the vase of flowers on the side shattering due to her magic and emotions. Charlie faltered in his rant and stared down at the curly haired witch. "I've had enough," she said quietly, the energy leaving her. "Just leave me alone."

"Are you okay?" he asked tentatively. "Has the pain come back? Do I need to get the Healer?"

"Leave Charlie. I've screwed up and endangered people but stop berating me when I'm already down! You've done your duty as Reservation Head now leave me alone!"

He blinked at her slowly, his jaw dropping open and his hands settling by his side as he stopped pacing, standing before her at the end of her bed. He made no move to leave.

"Leave me alone!"

"You think i'm here because it's my duty as Reservation Head?" he asked, ignoring her demands. She glared at him but didn't answer - her silence was answer enough. "Bloody hell, Ron was right when he said you were as oblivious." Her glare deepened and she opened her mouth to shout some more but he got in there before her. "I'm practically in love with you!"

"Wha-?" she barely got out before her words were muffled by soft lips that pushed against her own. She was only still for a second and when Charlie went to pull away, her hand in his tousled hair was enough to drag him back. When she finally released him, they were both breathing heavily.

"So you're here because you were worried about me?" she murmured against his lips. He nodded breathlessly. "And so, instead of telling me how you feel and letting me respond, you shouted at me, declared your feelings and kissed me?" He nodded again. "Well that's one way to have our first kiss. Not as romantic as most people's but hey, I play with the cards i'm dealt."

"First kiss?" he asked weakly, his mind still focusing on the tingly feeling that had enveloped his entire mouth and barely on the words leaving hers.

"Well, if we're only going to have one in our entire relationship then that's pretty lousy."

"Relationship?" She tutted at his dazed expression and pulled him back into kissing distance, smothering his lips with her own. "Oh. Relationship."

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