Author's Note: So this is the new chapter. The smut is over for a while. It will come back, eventually.
Chapter Two
Hermione felt the sunlight pressing on her eyes before she opened them. She opened them and the gentle sunlight pounded like hammers on her brain. Now that she thought about it, she hurt, a lot.
"Fuck, what happened last night?" She mumbled to herself. With effort she moved her arms to massage her temples.
Well, Hermione looked around wondering where the hell she was, because she obviously wasn't in her own room. Her room was very clean and organized, this room, however, had clothes everywhere. She leaned off the bed to examine a shoe that looked strangely like her own. That was weird, she said running a hand over a dress that looked familiar as well.
The sheet slipped off of her body and she realized she was naked. She was naked in a stranger's bed.
"What the fuck happened?" she asked more to herself than anyone, because nobody else was in the room. Although, she already knew, she had had sex last night. She felt it. A woman knows; it hadn't been rape, it had been consensual.
She reached behind her head to tie her hair into a ponytail, Hermione had it up to her head and she was preparing to tie it, when somebody entered the room.
Hermione squeaked when she saw the man entering the room, she released the hair she was tying back. The man entering the room was tall, red haired, a bit freckled and buff, and only wearing a towel.
"Charlie Weasley?" she asked, hoping it wasn't true. She hadn't just had sex with Charlie Weasley.
"Hey, you're up." He said.
"Oh god." Hermione moaned throwing her head into her hands.
"Something wrong?"
"Yes, I just had a one night stand." Hermione exclaimed, slightly annoyed. Couldn't Charlie see the problem with this situation?
"Yeah." Charlie nodded, pulling on a shirt.
"Where the hell am I?" she asked.
"My old room. The Burrow." Charlie said.
"Oh my god. Don't you have a bedroom, like right next to your parents room?" Hermione groaned.
"Yeah, so?"
"Oh my god, Charlie, don't you see I just had sex with their son in a room right next to theirs, I'll never be able to look at them without feeling guilty." Hermione told him.
"Guilty? Hermione, I'm fine with this, they were still at my party downstairs and this room is soundproof. Has been for years." Charlie said suggestively
"Oh my god!!!" Hermione said, she grabbed the sheet and wrapped it around herself before she got up. "I have to go!"
"Well you can't leave like that. I think everybody will be suspicious of your activities, if you go dressed like that." Charlie wiggled his eyebrows, and Hermione watched his eyes flick up and down. Hermione didn't need to look down at herself to know that this was a very thin sheet. She slapped him hard across the face, before running around to gather her clothes from his floor.
Hermione used a switching spell for her clothes and hurried to the bathroom to use the shower. On the way, grabbing towels from the linen closet. She knocked on the bathroom door.
"What?" a female voice said. Hermione recognized the voice.
"Ginny, it's Hermione!"
"Get in here!" Ginny said, holding the door open for Hermione to enter. "Where'd you go last night? I looked for you at the party, but I couldn't find you." Hermione doubted this, last time she had seen Ginny last night she had been piss drunk.
"Ginny, do you promise not to scream or do anything?" Hermione whispered urgently.
"Yes, I promise."
"I slept with Charlie, last night." Hermione said. Ginny's eyes widened and she shrieked: "OH MY GOD!"
"Ginny!" Hermione hissed, angrily. "You said you wouldn't scream!"
"That was before I knew what it was! Oh god." Ginny exclaimed.
"Ginny I have to shower, I feel gross. Can you leave?" Hermione pushes Ginny from the bathroom.
Ginny rolls her eyes, "make sure to come down in a different outfit." She mumbles through the door.
Hermione arrives in the kitchen wearing a pair of Ginny's baggy sweatpants, and an Oxford University shirt that Mr. and Mrs. Granger had gotten for Hermione before she had gotten into Hogwarts, years ago. She had left the shirt at Ginny's flat last time they had a girl's night while Harry was out of town on some business trip
She looks around at the other people at the kitchen table. Most of them are very hung over. Hermione thinks it amazing that some of them even made it downstairs.
"Hangover potion" Molly says passing around glasses filled to the brim with gray-green potion that is foamy and doesn't look very appetizing.
Hermione is hung over, but not dead hung over like some other people. She drank a lot. But she didn't have bad hangovers; it was a Granger family thing. But she still made it a habit not to drink a lot. Which tended to lead to One-Night Stands. Such as the one she just had and the one where she lost her virginity. She grabs a glass and drinks the whole thing. It makes her throat sting, but it clears her head immediately.
George Weasley takes one sip and instantly brightens, then frowns at the hideous taste. Meanwhile Fred Weasley, his twin is refusing to drink it on the reason that it looks nasty.
"You must drink it." Molly says disapprovingly to Fred. He pulls a face and drinks deeply.
"What's for breakfast?" Hermione says, after hangovers, she's always hungry.
"Scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage and toast." Mrs. Weasley says levitating some platters over to the table. She piles on the eggs and several pieces of toast. She is in the middle of buttering a piece of toast when Charlie arrives downstairs. Hermione drops her knife and turns red, nobody notices but Charlie. Hermione avoids his eyes.
After finishing her breakfast, Hermione gets up. Says goodbye to everybody as she grabs some floo powder and steps into the fireplace. She yells out "Hermione's!" and she vanishes from the Weasley's view and seconds later appears in her home.
"Ah, home."
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