Yes i do know it's been a very long time since i updated. i've been bad, and also very busy. you know the drill. :D not mine except for the characters not originally in canon! sorry about the spacing. i cant figure out how to fix it.

"Mr. Desmond!" A student from the back raised her hand as she called his name. "Mr. Desmond!"
"Yes, Amber?" There was an edge of irritation in his voice.
"What exactly would be the point of using Selenium Sulfate in this solution?"
Michael sighed and explained for what seemed like the fifth time that day, he watched her take patient notes as he continued with his lecture on proper procedure. 'Americans' he thought to himself, noting her more relaxed American accent, after a few moments he stopped his lecture to look at the clock, he had almost 10 more minutes before class ended. The door at the back of the classroom clicked open but Michael ignored it, starting a new lecture on the ingredients they would be using for their experiment.
"Excuse me." A feminine voice interrupted.
"Can you wait until…" Michael trailed off as he turned to look at the woman, carrying a picnic basket, who had stepped inside the classroom. "Hermione! Please come in for a moment."

"I don't want to interrupt."

"Nonsense!"
The class was aghast with confusion and surprise as the brunette had walked to the front of the classroom. All the students were thinking the same thing 'Who the hell was this strange woman? And why was Mr. Desmond allowing her to interrupt class? He never let anyone interrupt class.' One student wolf whistled at her as she walked by in her stonewashed faded Levi's and a striped blue sweater tucked charmingly into them, her hair was curled softly, tamed from the usual frizz that dominated her appearance, Michael thought. Her eyes were dark and beautiful, rimmed in charcoal liner and shadowed in a paler gray, making her brown eyes look more intense. The class was speechless.
"Class. I would like you to meet my fiancée, Hermione Granger."
"Granger? Wait…" said a girl, looking confused. "Did you go to school with a Lavender Brown?"
"Um…." Hermione waited to answer, hesitating "…Yes." she said tentatively. Michael glared at Amber, which Hermione didn't notice.

"She's my cousin. I'm Amber Sheffield." Only some of the class saw, and they were very confused as to why Michael was glaring viciously at Amber.
"Class? I'm going to let you go early, but I would like you to create a detailed hypothesis using the lab procedure I have given you, 12pt font."
The class groaned, but they picked up their things and filed out of the classroom leaving Michael and Hermione alone. Hermione felt butterflies in her stomach as she turned to Michael. He was so richly handsome, with wavy brown hair and warm honey eyes that glinted with gold flecks, his mouth was perfectly formed made for kissing, Hermione reached up and ran a finger down the edge of his slim, sculpted jaw. He took her hand and smiled.
"Should we go?" Hermione asked.
"Not yet." He said pulling her around the desk in front of him.
"We don't want to be late!" she said giggling.
"No, we don't." his lips descended and pressed lightly against hers.
It wasn't the fact that Michael was kissing her that frightened Hermione, it was the fact that she didn't feel anything in the kiss, all she could think about was Charlie and how his kiss compared to Michael's. It really wasn't fair to Michael. His tongue swept over hers, tracing the trembling edge of her bottom lip.
"Michael." She whispered.
"Yes?" His mouth moved to her jaw and swept down.
"We should go."
"Uh huh."
His lips touched the soft pulse point at the base of her throat. Hermione couldn't bear to go on, she pushed Michael away, grinning at him as she did so to try to cover up the ache in her heart where Charlie used to be.
"We need to go." She said louder.
"Okay. Okay." He said pulling away.
Hermione licked her lips and hugged him close for a minute, feeling the warm sinews of his chest pressed against her cheek, his heart beat softly and echoed in her ear, she could remember when she had hugged Charlie this way. She could remember the way his strong, scarred arms had wrapped around her and hugged her close, she didn't like the way Michael was touching her, it just didn't hold the same thrill.
"C'mon. I'm ready to go."
"Do you love me?" Hermione suddenly asked.
"What? Of course. What made you ask me that?"
"No reason."
'He didn't say it.' Her brain cried.
"Can you say it?"
"What?"
"Just say that you love me."
"Fine. I love you." He sounded exasperated.

'Well don't make it sound like such a chore.' She thought to herself.
Hermione nodded and took the hand that he offered. Michael smiled at her and for some reason it didn't feel like before, his smiles didn't seem so wonderful anymore, they seemed... ordinary. Not like Charlie.
'Charlie isn't here, and he isn't coming back. You fucked up, Hermione. You're marrying a man you don't love. With Charlie, you would have had a chance.'
"A chance." She whispered to herself. "That's all I want."
"Did you say something?"
"Oh, no. Sorry, just talking to myself I suppose."
They made their up the aisle towards the door, then Michael grasped the handle and opened it with a flourish gesturing for Hermione to exit first then following her out into the hall, enveloping her hand in his. Her hand tingled as they strolled at an unhurried pace down the hall to the parking lot, finally at the end of the hall Michael was pulled away by one of the teachers who desperately needed his opinion, leaving Hermione alone. Not waiting for him to return she walks out onto the icy stoop, wrapping her scarf tightly around her throat and crossing her arms under her breasts.
'Charlie would never do that.' She thought to herself.
"Charlie's not here." She said to herself.
"Hermione? Hermione!" a voice hissed behind her.
Hermione turned to see Ron walking down the hallway, looking a little nervous.
"Ron?! How the hell did you get here?" Once he had stopped in front of her.
"Bloody cold out here." He started. "I apparated."
"You what?! Do you know what this is, Ron? It's a muggle school!"
"Don't worry, I think I apparated into an empty classroom."
"You think?" she asked, outraged.
"That's not important right now. Charlie is in jail!"
"What?" she hissed.
Alarm bells went off in her head, a strange numb feeling slid through her veins.
"What happened?"
"He's been framed. The party... something to do with the night at the party. They're saying that Charlie released some dragons. I can't be sure exactly."
"Dragons? Why would Charlie release dragons?" She asked, running a hand through her hair.
Hermione thought hard. "Unless it has something to do with Becky."
"Becky?"
"Don't worry about it, I'll look into it toni..."
"You'll look into what tonight?" Michael's angry voice came from behind her.
Hermione freezes and looks at Ron who is looking at Michael with blatant hostility in his eyes, she wonders for a brief moment if they came to blows, who would win.
"Ron, I would like you to meet Michael Desmond."
"Ah yes, the idiot."
"Excuse me?" Michael says, disbelief in his eyes. "Who the hell do you think you are?"
"Michael, this is Ron Weasley, he's my best friend." Ron puffs out his chest.
"Weasley? As in Charlie Weasley?"
"What about my brother?"
"Ron, you need to go." Hermione embraced him in a comforting hug."I'll figure something out."
"We'll talk later." Ron says, glaring at Michael one more time.
Once Ron had made his way back into the school Michael turned on her and stared hard, waiting for some kind of explanation, Hermione shrugged and made her down the stairs slowly.
"Hermione, I demand to know why that bloke was talking to you." The beginnings of his Irish brogue were coming out.
"It's none of your business!"
"It is…" Michael began, stomping down the stairs.
It happened so fast, Hermione didn't even have time to pull out her wand and try and stop it. Michael let out a long scream and fell hard on his back, a horrible crack ensued as he twisted his leg to far to the right and the bone broke and his head hit hard on the concrete.
"Michael!" she cried and ran over to him.
His eyes were closed but he was conscious, Hermione cradled his head in her lap, brushing his hair away from his face.
"Michael! Michael!" she cried.
His eyes gently fluttered open and looked at her with almost vacant eyes. "Get me to the car."
"Can you walk?"
"No, Hermione, I can't walk!" He yelled.
"You're right, stupid question."
"Very stupid." He muttered.
Hermione felt pain in her heart as he said this. "Hey you! Come here and help me!" She shouted.
The boy that had just been about to get into his car, stopped and looked at Hermione, hesitated for half a second before running over to her and asking how he could help. With authority in her voice she ordered him to grab his leg while to tried to lift him to get him into the car, the boy reacted instantly and did as he was told. 20 minutes passed before they were actually able to get him into the car, Hermione thanked the boy profusely, shook his hand and got into the driver's seat next to Michael.
"We'll come back tomorrow and pick up your car, ok sweetie?" he said comfortingly.
"I didn't come by vehicle." She was peering in the rear view mirror. "I came the other way." She said lightly, knowing how touchy he was on the subject of apparating.
Michael said nothing for a long time.
"Do you fancy that Ron bloke?" He demanded.
"No." she said matter-of-factly.
"You hugged him though."
"We're friends and nothing else."
"Didn't look like friends. How long have you been fucking him, Hermione?"
Hermione looked at Michael with a mix of confusion and hurt. "How could you say…"
"How long, Hermione?"
"Ron is my best friend, we went to school together. We went to Hogwarts together." She clarified. "That's it."
"Stupid, crazy bitch." He muttered. "I think you're making it up."
"Michael…"
"You're a liar."
"I swear to god…."
"I don't know why I came back, my grandmother was right. You're a slut and bitch and not worth it."
"If you don't shut up, I swear I will push you out of the car and leave you on the side of the road!"
"You wouldn't!"
"Try me." She said, coldly.
They passed the rest of the time in silence, finally they pulled into the driveway of Michael's flat, they sat there in silence for a long time, each one waiting for the other to speak. Hermione got of the car and opened the door, pulling out her wand.
"Wingardium…" Hermione began.
"Don't!" he yelled. "Why are we here? We should be at a hospital."
"I'm a doctor of sorts."
"Don't you dare use that stick on me, I won't allow it."
"Fine. You walk up the stairs."
Michael seemed to digest this. "Fine."
Hermione waved the wand and stood Michael up so that he floated a inch off the ground. Once they were in the apartment, there was a strained silence between them, Michael kept looking at Hermione with unreadable eyes, nervously twitching his hands.
"Hermione?"
"Yes, Michael." She said in a dull voice, still angry.
"I'm sorry I said those things in the car. I guess I hit my head harder than I thought."
"Uh-huh." For some reason this didn't assuage her feelings towards him.
"Will you forgive me?"
"Stupid, crazy bitch." He muttered. "I think you're making it up." The memory of the car came back to her. "My grandmother was right…" he said quietly.
She didn't answer but continued to fix Michael up so that he was comfortable, she placed the broken leg on an ottoman and pulled his pant leg up so that she could see the damage. The bone hadn't broken the skin but made a sickly bump, dark purpled bruises covered the ankle and around where the bone was touching the skin from the inside. She forced herself not the flinch as she moved her hand up the side of his leg to find other breaks, she didn't want to use magic on him if she didn't have to, she knew how touchy he was on the subject. When she was done looking at his leg she moved to look at the back of his head, his hair was slightly matted with crimson blood but it didn't seem to be any serious damage.
"Michael, I need to do an X-Ray." She pulled her wand out.
"No! No Magic!"
"Michael…"
"No! You can't heal me! Did you see how many people were out there? Two of the tenure professors were out there and saw me!"
"What do you want me to do then? I don't have my potions or anything to try and heal you anyway, I was just going to do a X-Ray to make sure there was no permanent damage."
"No!" he yelled, sitting up straight as she sat down next to him. "Are you that stupid?"
"Excuse me?"
"I can't be healed with magic, it wouldn't look good."
"On what?!"
"To the tenure professors, what are they going to think?"
"That you heal fast?" she joked. Though, it was no time to joke.
"Just shut up." He said.
"I don't…."
"Don't you know what shut up means!" he yelled, raising his hand and striking her full across the face.
Hermione was stunned, Michael had never hit her before. With sudden determination she stood up and stared him in the eyes.
"No, Hermione, I'm sorry, I lost my temper."
"Michael, I'm leaving."
"You can't!" he exclaimed.
"When I walk out that door, I'm not coming back." She said calmly.
"Don't leave!"
Hermione walked to the door. But she paused, hand on the doorknob.
"If you leave me, no one will want you. You're too ugly to attract anyone else. No one will want you." Hermione was hurt and shocked by the sudden verbal abuse, but Michael wasn't finished; "Your lucky to have me, no one else wants you. I could have anybody. Amber even, but I chose you." Michael laughs seriously, then he stops. Hermione is sure that her heart stopped for a second. Michael was having an affair? Though still disbelieving, everything was clicking into place. Then finally she gained some words and spat out.
"That's where your wrong Michael. I gave up someone who wanted me just the way I was, magic and all, and I walked out on him for you. Why in heaven's name I did, I'll never know. So this…" she bowed. "… is goodbye Michael… forever."
"Don't leave!" She heard him yell before walking out the apartment and slamming the door.
Her heart was pounding with elation and Joy.
'I love Charlie Weasley!' she thought to herself, then out loud. "I LOVE CHARLIE WEASLEY!"

A/N: Wooo! Finally! lol. revieww