Sorry it's been so long since I've updated! I know, I'm terrible. Hope you all can forgive me! Disclaimer, see chapter 1. I also don't own all the information here, as many of you may realize. Hope you all enjoy!

Chapter 5

Hermione's eyes were practically bugging out of her head. She couldn't even believe how many books were here in this small room. She couldn't even wrap her mind around it.

"Hermione! What's in there!" She heard Charlie shout from the outside, his voice a mixture of curiosity and worry.

"There are books everywhere! I can't even believe this. I'm speechless!" She shouted back.

"Hurry up little one, grab a few and then rejoin us. The redhead is nervous about you being away." Hemera whispered in her mind.

I'll be right back Hemera, promise. You and Charlie start a fire, although I feel it will mostly be you... but anyways, I'm grabbing a few books now. Be out soon. Hermione thought to her companion.

Walking along the shelves, she began grabbing a few books here and there. The more she looked at the different languages, the more familiar things began to see. Was she gaining more of her memory back? If so, that would be incredibly helpful.

Noticing her arms were already full, she made her way back outside where Charlie and Hemera were waiting for her.

"Wow Mione, did you grab enough?" He asked with a smirk.

She huffed. "Not really. You have no idea how many books are in there. Hemera, being here is triggering some memories. A lot of it is coming back. Hopefully I'll be able to remember more of my past."

Hemera didn't respond.

"Hemera?"

The dragon turned towards her. "Princess Astraea was your past. It might be better if it stayed that way."

Hermione was confused. "But wouldn't the past be more helpful? I could gain knowledge that has been lost to this world for centuries! I could win us this war!"

Hemera shook her head. "True knowledge comes with great responsibility. And sometimes great pain. Just remember that little one."

Hermione sat down, obviously frustrated. Charlie turned to her. "She doesn't think you should relearn your past?"

Hermione shook her head, "I know she knows that I need to do it. I need to re-learn everything. It will be so much more beneficial."

Charlie shrugged. "There are probably things about your past that you're better off not knowing Mione. But I do you'll end up figuring it all out anyways. And I'll be there when you do."

Hermione smiled, "Thanks Charlie."

Hermione was really glad Charlie came with her and Hemera. He was nice to be around. Plus, he was really caring, and he takes everything so seriously, unlike all the other Weasley boys. And, he is sort of cute...

"Quite daydreaming and read your books little one." Hemera interrupted.

Stay out of my thoughts Hemera! Hermione thought back, a frown on her face. She wasn't sure if she wanted Hemera to know that she fancied Charlie a little bit.

"I already know you silly child. Besides, our feelings our linked, so whatever you feel, I feel too. Meaning, I'm developing a soft spot for the red head."

Hermione grinned, You fancy him too?

The great dragon chuckled and rolled her eyes, causing Charlie to look on in confusion. "No child, it is merely that I am more concerned for his well-being, since I'm aware it coincides with yours."

Hermione began to think something to respond but Hemera cut her off. "The books Hermione. Now." She growled.

Hermione smiled and pulled out the first book. It was about Vrael, her father. She would hope to learn some things about him.

"Hermione?" Charlie asked.

"Yes," she mumbled in response.

"May you read out loud so I can learn too?"

Hermione looked to Hemera, who nodded her head. "Yes Charlie, I can."

"Vrael was the last leader of the Dragon Riders prior to the Fall Of The Dragon Riders. His dragon's name was Umaroth."

"That's a funny name," Charlie interjected.

Hermione gave him a look that said shut up or I won't continue.

"He was most likely born in Ellesmera- wait, Hemera, does this mean I'm more than likely to be elvish too?"

Hemera rolled her eyes. She was sure they had already had this conversation. "Yes child. It'll become more apparent as you reclaim your past."

Hermione nodded and continued on, "We already knew this part, about Galbatorix killing my father and then myself." Hermione scanned the next few pages, looking for any new information.

"They blame my father for the war. Which was understandable. 'If he had been less hesitant and killed Galbatorix when he had the chance, the young rider would not have been victorious.' Complete bollocks. I mean really, all people ever do is look for a scapegoat for their problems."

"Continue reading Hermione."

"Well, he was very powerful. He resisted the lure of Dark Magic. He was ancient and wise, a gifted swordsman with amazing speed and strength. Hmmm, his dragon was white."

Charlie nodded, he really found all this interesting. And the fact that Hermione was sharing this information with him, Charlie Weasley, was amazing as well. This was stuff that was figured to be an old wives tale, nothing but a bunch of poppycock, but it was all true. Hermione and Hemera were proof of that.

Hermione continued flipping through pages, when she yawned. Although she tried her best to hide it, she failed miserably.

"Mione, you should really take a nap. You've been reading for ages now." Charlie insisted. He took off his sweater and transfigured it into a blanket. He handed it to her, but she refused to take it.

"Charlie, there is just too much to learn! I can't take a little break now!" Hermione said, looking at him like he was crazy for even suggesting she would stop.

"He's right little one. Take a nap. I'm going to take one as well."

Hermione reluctantly agreed. "Fine, I'll take a nap. Charlie, you're in charge."

Charlie grinned, "Finally!"

Hermione rolled her eyes and shook her hide slightly. Grabbing the blanket, she curled up next to the fire. Within seconds she was asleep.

Charlie sighed. He really needed to sort out his thoughts.

He cared for Hermione. It wasn't just a sibling type of feeling, it was the deep kind. The kind that could get him in serious crap with his family. He knew Ron fancied Hermione more than anything. Yet.. part of him didn't care.

Charlie knew he'd be better for Hermione than Ron. Ron was too impatient, and quick to anger. He and Hermione are nothing alike, he told himself.

He dragged his fingers through his hair. He didn't know what to do. He didn't want to make a move on her, just so she could reject him. It would hurt his feelings and his pride. Charlie didn't want that to happen.

But at the same time, what if she didn't reject him? What if she did like him back? They could be happy together, while Ron stuffed himself. Charlie chuckled.

True, he hadn't really known Hermione for all that long. Well, he's known her for years. But they really didn't start taking until about a year or two ago, and they were very short conversations, but still. It was long enough. He had never found anyone so amazingly kind, smart, creative, and caring. Hermione was so understanding, and unimaginably gorgeous.

They were comfortable around each other, and they did have a good friendship. They shared some of the same ideals and same interest, especially now.

I want to be with her so badly. I want to be closer to her, to be able to kiss her, and take care of her, Charlie thought to himself wishfully.

But at the same time. Charlie was in a horrible situation. He loved Ron. He may be a git, but he was his brother and he would never want to hurt him. He needed to put himself in Ron's shoes. I mean, what if Ron moved in on a girl that Charlie liked. Well, he is, his conscience argued with him.

Charlie shook his head. He'd just have to wait and see. Hopefully things between Ron and Hermione won't work out. Maybe she was already attracted to him? Charlie just didn't know. But he knew he would definitely wait for Hermione to make the first move. He didn't want to scare her off in any way.

He looked at Hermione, and smiled when he heard her soft snore. She was beautiful, even when she was fast asleep.

Charlie couldn't even believe he was here with her and the dragon. He had known Hemera for months, but never figured she was the type of dragon that would have a rider. She was strong, but he had no idea of the strength she was truly capable of.

Hermione and Hemera would be a true match for He Who Must Not Be Named, that was for sure. He just hoped they wouldn't get hurt in the process.