Hey y'all! You should read and review! Otherwise I might have to start putting review goals on here, and not post until they are met! EGADS! That would not be fun...

SO personally, this is not my favorite adjective, it was hard not to write another preggo Hermione... I was going to cop out and do it, but I didn't! Be proud!

Disclaimer~ I own nothing, if I did, it would be epic.

The first thing Hermione Granger was aware of when she awoke was the undeniably comfortable, enticing warmth. She snuggled closer to the source of warmth, before realizing that there was a man in her bed. She quickly pulled away, and almost fell off the bed in the process.

Luckily, the man didn't wake up. Hermione looked around and realized the brown and white walls were not walls that belonged to her room. Hermione quickly surveyed the man and realized that it was Charlie Weasley. Suddenly the events from last night came flooding back to her.

After a day of learning the ropes of dragon keeping, Hermione shuddered to think she had to walk up the hill to her own new apartment so soon, luckily Charlie invited her in for a cup of tea.

"So Mia, how do you feel after a day in the life?" Charlie asked, a grin spread across his face.

"I think I will most definitely like being here for the rest of my career." Hermione had a grin to rival Charlie's.

"It is quite peculiar though," Charlie began, "Why would you come to Romania to work? Especially with dragons? I thought that you wanted to be an auror like Harry and Ron."

"Well, at first I did," Hermione started, "However, things changed when I got the job. Your brother and I were getting closer, but I didn't want a romantic relationship, he did. I made it clear; however, he pursued the matter and endangered us while on a mission because he thought I was in danger. He only endangered himself and Harry. I decided I had to quit. The other option was desk work, but I don't think after the war I could have a stand still job. Taming dragons seemed to be the most logical job." Hermione sighed, gripped her cup tighter and took a drink.

"Well, I think it is brave what you did, leaving your friends for their own safety, and also for your own benefit." Charlie said, his smile even wider.

"Thanks," Hermione said, "If you don't mind, I think I am going to turn in." She went to the door and opened it however; she realized there was a torrential storm outside. She closed the door and turned around. She didn't realize that Charlie had followed her and was face to face with his broad chest.

"I- um…" Hermione tried to say something, but her ability to speak seemed to have escaped her for a moment.

Fortunately, Charlie said, "You can't go walking up the hill in this weather, you'll slip and die. I can't have the death of a new trainer on my hands, not good for my record." He winked at Hermione.

She blushed even more furiously, "Alright," She said.

She felt him in even more proximity as he came closer to her and she said, "Charlie, what are you doing?"

She saw his head move towards her and she almost swooned when his lips were mere centimeters away from her ear. "I'm locking the door." She heard the audible click of the door and flushed even more.

Thinking of how stupid she was, she didn't even realize Charlie had been talking to her and leading her towards his room until they stopped.

"Do you have any night clothes?" He asked.

"No, sorry, didn't plan on an extended visit."

Charlie's eyes shone with amusement and said, "Well, let's find something for you to wear then, eh?"

She merely nodded and walked into the room, taking in the neutral brown and white coloring. Charlie walked to a dresser and pulled out a shirt. He threw it at Hermione and said, "Think fast!"

She caught the shirt and said, "Either you turn around or point me to the bathroom Mister! I will not be showing you anything tonight!"

She thought she was crazy, but as Charlie said, "Bathroom's that way," She thought she had seen embarrassment and disappointment in his eyes.

She walked into the bathroom and quickly changed her clothes. The shirt dwarfed her, and as she looked up at the mirror, it wolf-whistled.

"Gee, thanks." She muttered. She had to admit she liked this particular shirt on her though, it was Charlie's old quidditch jersey.

"Okay, where do I sleep?" She had asked when she walked out, leaving her day clothes in a neat pile on the counter.

"The bed."

"Oh."

"Well not with me in it!"

"Well where are you going to sleep Charlie?"

"The floor."

"No."

"No?"

"No." She said firmly and got into his bed and pulled back the covers for both of them.

"Get in here Charlie, I know you don't usually get into bed with girls to actually sleep with them, but it won't hurt to have a new experience." She said, smirking at him.

"You witch!" Charlie said and turned off the lights and proceeded to jump onto the bed.

"Charlie!" Hermione said breathlessly when he accidentally pounced on her.

"Mia? Are you okay? I am so sorry!" Charlie said, the words coming out in a rush. Quickly he gathered her in a hug and laid them both down.

Hermione desperately wanted to tell him that she was not a fragile doll, that she was fine, but his embrace was so warm and she quickly fell asleep.

"Mia?" Charlie said groggily, snapping Hermione out of her reminiscing.

"Yes Charlie?" She said.

"Come back to bed." He said, his hand held out towards her.

"Charlie?" Hermione asked as she snuggled into his embrace.

"Yea Mia?"

"I wasn't hurt last night." She admitted.

"I know." Charlie said, smirking.

"You perv!"

"Hey! I can't help it if I wanted to sleep with a beautiful woman!"

"Hmm…"

"Hey Hermione."

"Yea?"

"How do you feel this morning?" Charlie asked and proceeded to place a kiss on her forehead, both eyelids, cheeks, her nose, and finally a chaste kiss on her lips.

"Adored."