Chapter 15

Hermione was miserable. First she had this awful week and this weird thing with Charlie. Then she has this anxiety ridden day getting ready for this truly awful night. She loved her parents dearly and always tried hard to please them. That always made their criticism hurt more. As a matter of fact, they were in the middle of telling her off for living at Charlie's house when something in the air changed.

When Charlie's control snapped, it unleashed everything. His power flowed from his body so strong that the air in the house changed, becoming infused with his essence. His emotions were now in control. His power raged angrily to the Grangers, making them crumble to the floor in pain. On the other side of the table, Hermione watched in shock as her parents collapsed. She would have been more alarmed is she wasn't suddenly blanketed with Charlie's presence, warm and protective.

Charlie strode powerfully into the room, his eyes flashing. He grabbed the Grangers by the collars of their shirts and pulled them up so their feet barely made contact with the floor. It was an easy feat for the former dragon wrangler

"How dare you speak to Hermione like that! You should treat your daughter with the love and respect she deserves." Charlie positively roared, his power rolling stronger as he grew angrier. "You're nothing but a couple of ignorant bullies who can't pull their heads out of theirs asses long enough to see what a beautiful, amazing woman your daughter is." Charlie finished, and watched coldly as the Grangers writhed in his hands. Finally, having had enough of them, he threw them, sending them flying toward the wall. Just before impact they disappeared, reappearing at their own house in a crumbled heap in the floor.

Hermione watched, feeling grateful that Charlie stood up for her. Even when they suddenly disappeared she wasn't worried. Somehow she knew that Charlie would never hurt them real bad because she loved them. Her breath caught in her throat when he turned to look at her.

"Are you alright?" His voice was still rough. Hermione nodded, not trusting herself to be able to speak just yet. He leaned against the wall and tried to run his fingers through his hair only to get them stuck, thanks to his ponytail.

Hermione approached slowly realizing, to an extent, that something beyond her comprehension had happened and Charlie was now in a very raw, vulnerable state. Charlie watched her warily as she reached up and gently undid his ponytail. His hands fell to her hips as she ran her fingers through his soft hair.

"Did you really mean what you said?" She asked. Her fingers grasped lightly at the strands; her eyes averted, staring off to the floor by their side.

"Yes," Charlie answered softly. He slid his hands over the small of her back and pulled her close while wrapping his arms around her. "That and so much more. Hermione… Merlin 'Mione… I want you so bad. I want to show you just how much I mean it… and I want to prove to you that truly earth shattering passion does exist, and give you a reason to scream and writhe in pleasure." Charlie spoke quietly and quickly, unable to stop now that the dam had burst.

"Then… do it." Hermione whispered, a shiver running through her body.