I'm gonna go ahead and say this one's for The Weatherwitch as a special thank you for faithfully reading a reviewing every chapter, and wanting more every time! This took a little longer, but you'll notice it's definatly longer too. If you have any questions, concerns, comments, enjoy the story, or SUGGESTIONS(!) make sure to review with them!

Chapter Five

Suddenly realizing herself, Hermione leaned back, and slide her arms down to rest her hands on Charlie's shoulders. Charlie's eyes dilated in response to her straight-forward gaze and the borderline sensual movement of her hands. Almost instantly, his traitorous mind noted how small she was, and how well she fit against him. In almost a trance, he loosened his hold and allowed her to slide down, biting back a groan at the feeling of her soft, and curvaicous body sliding along the length of his own. His ego flared when her eyes widened as she felt his toned muscles as she slide down. It seemed to take eternity before her feet touched the ground. Her hands still rested on his shoulders, while his had slipped to her hips. Her felt a shock to his groin when she licked her lips and lightly bit her rather tasty looking bottom lip.

The barest whisper of his conscience, reminding him of just who she was, prevented him from leaning in and taking her lips in a carnal assault. He doubted that the very protect male dup of the Golden Trio would appreciate him taking advantage of their female counterpart. He also had a rather vivid memory of her reaction to the scene with Lavender earlier that evening. As attractive as the obvious innocence was, and how strongly in invoked some of his more animalistic instincts, it was also enough to stoke his masculine gallantry, making him want to protect her and make sure she was treated right. The opposing instincts reminded him of the cartoons he had seem in muggle studies class back in Hogwarts, where the character would have mini angel and devil versions of themselves on either shoulder. He also seemed to remember that the devil side one and eat up the angel side a lot.

"It's beautiful Charlie. I really can't thank you enough for this," Hermione breathed, a light blush dusting her cheeks.

"I'm glad you like it," He choked out, breaking violently out of his trance.

Slowly, Charlie dragged himself away and showed her the rest of the house, beating his very lustful mini-Charlie devil into submission. More than once he shook his head and wondered at his own sanity as vivid images of a mini-Charlie angel, that looked suspicious similar to his mother, scolded and screeched at mini-Charlie devil while beating him up with a broom.

Down the hall from Hermione's room, was the bathroom and shower. At the very end of the hall was the master bedroom and master bath. There was also an attic for storage, and basement equipped with a laundry room, small office filled with Charlie's work papers, a small kitchenette and an entertainment center that Hermione was sure his brother's would go insane over when they saw it. As she looked around, Charlie cast a few more incantations, creating a second office next to his own, with a door that adjoined them. Hermione began to protest, saying something strange about man-cave's, but Charlie ignored her protests with a pat on her head, telling her she should pick out furniture she wanted so they could get it and move it in the following weekend. He laughed and rubbed her hair vigorously when she shot him a death glare in response. On the way back to the main floor, Charlie stopped at a linen closet and pulled out two huge fluffy white towels, two hand towel, a washcloths and bottles of shampoo, soap and lotion. Hermione reached out to help him, but he was already making his way to the stairs, carrying the large load with ease.

Hermione followed him up the stairs, noting he looked good even from behind. She never understood the concept of a nice butt before. Now there was no doubt in her mind that Charlie's butt gave a goal for all other butts to reach for. He had long legs that were without a doubt 100% muscle, and a well toned, sexy back that put seriously naughty images in her mind. She shook herself, reminding herself that this was her best friend's older brother and new housemate. The images were completely inappropriate and totally unlikely to be anything near reality.

"They're still rather nice though…" her mind whispered back. She grudgingly had to agree, then set to distract herself with the observation that out of all the Weasley boys only Bill and Charlie seemed to inherit the elusive 'gentleman gene', though Charlie's was undoubtedly stronger. They were also the only two that seemed to be capable of realizing her was a member of the female race. Not for the first time, she wondered what kind of defect would give them such super abilities while no one else seemed capable of even comprehending the idea.

"Tomorrow we can go to the store and get everything you need after we get your things settled. Until then, you're more than welcome to use whatever I have here. I'm sure the baths products are… lacking feminine appeal though…" he trailed off in silent apology.

"No I'm sure their fine. Thank you, Charlie, but I would really hate for you to sacrifice you Saturday like that," Hermione responded quickly, feeling a bit awkward as she watched him place the bottles on the counter and hand up the towels.

"Don't worry about it. I'd hardly call it a sacrifice." Charlie smiled. "I'm going to make a cup of tea, and then turn in for the night. Would you like a cup?"

"Umm… no thanks. I think I'm just going to shower and write my parents to tell them I've moved. I want to have the letter ready to send first thing I get up." She responded, already planning to get up early to send the letter before moving her stuff.

"Don't bother," Charlie answered, suddenly filling Hermione with the wild thought that he'd just read her mind. "You can use Zeus. He should be back from hunting in a little." He slide past her and started down the hall toward the kitchen. "I'll let you know when he gets in. Feel free to invite your parents to visit next weekend too."

"Alright, I will. Thanks." Hermione called as he disappeared around the corner. She quickly snapped the door closed and turned on the shower, admiring the spacious room and eyeing the shower eagerly as the water become hot. Once it appeared scolding, she stripped and stepped in, sighing in content when the hot water hit her body. The sigh turned to a moan when the shower head magically altered settings to a massage water pressure. Humming softly she washed off, and wrapped herself in a towel, after turning the water off, enjoying its fluffy softness. As she dried, she realized that she didn't have a change of clothes. She panicked for a moment, feeling her heart stop at the thought of having to go to Charlie soaking, in a towel, and without a change of clothes. Then she rolled her eyes at her own silliness and transfigured the other towel into a nightgown. After casting quick drying spells on her body and hair, she slipped on the gown, and put the bathroom back into rights. She gathered her dirty clothes, and darted down the hall to her new room. She folded them and placed them in a pile near the door as a reminder to herself to place then in the wash later.

She stepped closer to the bed and saw a book, paper, quill and ink on the desk. She realized Charlie must have bought them by, realizing she didn't have anything to write with. The book was also one of his, about some of the more rare breeds of dragons, with a note on it saying he thought she might want something to look at until they retrieved her own books. She smiled at his thoughtfulness, and sat down to begin her letter.

Go on and press the little button... or I just might be forced to do the unthinkable to Charlie's eyebrows! DUN DUN DUN!

l
l
v