Charlie's P.O.V

What the heck was she doing?

What kind of girl grabs the most dangerous looking guy in a dark wizards store - and I'm definitely the most dangerous looking. How many people in here have a scar so gruesome that an identity concealing ward can't conceal it? - and makes out with them.

Wait, what was I doing?

Here's this young woman draped all over me and I'm thinking about the situation?

Not wasting another moment Charlie has her against the shelves, hands wandering in a mind blowing kiss. And he couldn't take all the credit. This girl was a great kisser.

Once the need for oxygen became over powering, Charlie pulled back wanting to see the face of his partner in this heated affair. Not being satisfied with a vague and unrecognizable face, Charlie thought he'd fix that. Just as he was about to pull her hood down, she seemed to have come back to herself.

The next thing he knew she raised her hand to his hair, as his hood must of come off somewhere between pushing her against the shelves and her running her fingers through his hair, and he heard her mutter, "Weasley red.", leaving him dumbfounded.

Looking him in the eye she softly brushes his scar and she seemed to recognize him.

I mean how else can you interpret a gasp and a surprised "Charlie!"?

Anyway, she then pulls out her wand to repair the jar of scales that shattered when she dropped them to pull me down, and tried to hastily make her way around me. Again.

I caught her arm, again, and said, "As I was saying before I was so pleasantly interrupted… Oh no you don't."

Muttering something along the lines of 'not again', she pulled out her wand so quickly that I had no time to pull out my own, and said Petrificus Totalus effectively binding my body and leaving me with no choice other than to watch her purchase the only ingredient left in completing the potion that would clear my face of this scar. As she was rushing put the store I caught a glimpse of a bright yellow crest on the hilt of her wand, but before he could identify it she was gone, the door shut behind her.

Sighing I signaled the man working behind the counter, trying to catch his eye to do so.

He had the good grace not to laugh too much while unbinding me.

Attempting to hide his grin, and failing, he said, "Us blokes, we've got to be careful not to get carried away. Not all witches like to be pulled back forcefully for more."

"First of all," I said to clarify "she came on to me. Second of all, do you happen to have any more of those dragon scales she just bought?"

Knowing the answer still doesn't make it any less disappointing.

Leaving the store, Charlie thought about how he was going to face his mother. Sunday dinner was tomorrow and she was going to have a fit when she saw his face.

Hermione's P.O.V

Rushing out of the store, Hermione was completely oblivious to her surroundings. In fact she was so oblivious that she did not notice the shivers she got on her way out. The same shivers that Hermione got upon entering the store; shivers that she should have noticed considering the summer heat.

Exiting the alley, she tore off her full length cloak and apperated directly home, not taking any time to appreciate the beautiful summer day.

Once home she finally stopped to analyze what just happened.

She just kissed a stranger. And they did not have just any kiss, but a rather unforgettably mind blowing one. But it was with a stranger. A stranger who just happened to be Charlie. Charlie who was not supposed to be here but in Romania with his precious dragons. What are the odds?

Just as Hermione was about to think of a way to be absolutely sure that Charlie Weasley was here and not in Romania, she was interrupted by a tap. Assuming that someone was at the door, she was about to open it only to hear another tap- one that came from the window. Stiffly making her way to the window she opened that. Letting the owl in, she removed the letter from it, giving it a treat before she let it back out.

Glad for anything other than the…incident… to focus on, she opened the letter.

Dear Hermione,

Glad to tell you business is booming. Actually, take that as a warning (so much of our products are being sold everyday that pranks are probably being done all over Brittan, so, being the gentleman I am, I tell you to be careful. How else am I supposed to enjoy the nervous wreck your sure to be with that bit of information?)

…Yes George, how are you? Hermione thought as she rolled her eyes and smiled.

Anywho, mum told me to tell you that Ronikins and Harry can't make it, but not to worry as Charlie will be there.(hmmm…doesn't that make it sound like the rest of us aren't enough for you? And here I thought I was the reason you even came, being so charming and all.)

Hermione could not hold in her laugh after that. Pleasantly surprised that George could make her laugh considering the circumstances, through a letter no less, she continued reading.

Always,

George (it's not like I can be anyone else!)

P.S

Did you get the dragon scales you needed? Charlie's told me all about it, having never been there myself, and thought I should ask seeing as I was the one who directed you there.

At least the letter confirmed Charlie was actually here and not in Romania.

Sighing Hermione sat down on the comfiest seat in her living room and thought of how she was going to face Charlie tomorrow. Should she tell him it was her or should she take this incident to the grave? The logical part of her brain was telling her that she should just tell him. Use some of that Gryffindor courage and just be honest. Deciding that that would be the best course of action, she looked at the letter again. Something about the letter was off. Finding what she was looking for, Hermione wondered what George was up to. To others the post script would seem like a concerned friend making sure everything went fine, but to her it sounded like George shifting the blame from him to Charlie. Exactly what he thought he would be blamed for, Hermione did not know. But she would find out. If he had anything to do with today's…incident…then he had better watch out.

Hermione yawned and looked out the window and noticed it was now night. Thinking that she should get a good nights sleep before she dealt with George and Charlie, she got up, made herself a quick dinner, and made her way to bed.

The last thing Hermione thought before she drifted off to sleep was that she was glad George could now make jokes about 'who else he could be'.

A\N: Okay. For all you reading this I hope you enjoy it and review (I have this bet with my brother that I can't get a certain amount of reviews before the end of the month, but I can't tell you guy how many. Oh and to make this more interesting, the person who gives me the winning number of reviews gets to give me 5 random things to put in my next fanfic. Don't worry I'll tell you who you are!).

Oh, I almost forgot to mention that this is my first fanfic ever and some constructive criticism would be appreciated!