Hermione's P.O.V
Waking early, Hermione got started on the potion. She had most of the day, seeing as Mrs. Weasley was hosting a dinner, which left her with just enough time to get the easy parts done and maybe leave a few moments to think about how to raise subject of the incident with Charlie.
Putting on an old pair of jeans and a worn out shirt, Hermione made her way to her work room. Having once been a small guest room it took a lot of work, and magical ability, to get the perfect room for whatever Hermione felt like pursuing next. Three of the four walls had floor to ceiling wall shelves filled to the brim with books. Directly across from the door was a window that showed the ideal evening view-the sunset. Lining the wall with the window was a counter with three cauldrons. Under the counter was row after row of potion ingredients. As long as she brought her wand the work room could get whatever she needed done.
The only people who knew about this room were Ron, Harry, Ginny, and George, and of them all only one was allowed to actually ever enter the room. Once Harry and Ron found out George was the one, they questioned Hermione's sanity thinking it was a result of exposure to one of his pranks. Never once did it occur to them the amount of knowledge and researching ability it took to run WWW would give him the qualification to enter. And since George has never abused the privilege she had nothing to worry about…yet.
Getting started, she brought the cauldron to a boil. While she waited, she crushed fairy wings to dust before making a viscous solution with honeywater and bloodwart.
Prior to mixing any of the prepared ingredients together, Hermione consulted her notes. The theory at least seemed correct and so nothing should go wrong. The honeywater in small doses can be used in a healing potion with the power to awaken a person-however which way they needed to be awakened. The potion she was making was supposed to help patients who were victims of memory loss by awakening their forgotten feeling. The last step was to cast the spell on the potion. A strong Obliviate directed at the potion for a minute would be able to sway the magical properties of the ingredients. The rare dragon scales, being able to sustain the opposite, should force the potion to reverse the influence of the spell, creating a potion that can awaken lost feelings and may potentially lead to a restored memory.
Satisfied after reviewing her notes, Hermione begins the delicate procedure of starting the potion.
Putting a drop of the viscous solution every four hundred and fifty seconds and stirring clockwise until the potion turning indigo, Hermione is careful to watch the timer. As there is a lot of the viscous solution, she must be vigilant and not loose focus.
Once it has changed to the correct color, she sprinkles a handful of fairy wing dust and lets it settle to the bottom of the cauldron, at which point it should turn colorless. Once it is now colorless, the potion must be left to simmer for a day.
Putting a spell over the top of the potion to keep out the dust particles and looks out to enjoy the sunset.
Only the beautiful view gets Hermione out the door of her work room and into the shower to get ready for the Sunday dinner that she is about to be late for.
Grateful that she is a witch, she quickly threw on the outfit that Ginny made her buy earlier that week and apperated directly to the Burrow.
Unfortunately she forgot that she would have to face Charlie when she got there, and was once again surprised with a scar when she opens the door- only this time the door was to the Burrow.
Having mistaken Hermione's pause as fright, Charlie says "Gave you a scare there, did I?" which in turn does cause her fright.
Thinking back, Hermione realizes she never once worried about how he got the scar. Or how he was in general for that matter. In fact she realizes she's been incredibly self-centered. Never once did she consider anything but herself.
As soon as she thinks this, the worry kicks in.
Without a second glance at the room filled with people, she pushes Charlie down on the nearest seat and begins performing healing spells on his recently scared face, never once taking pause to explain
While she worked she muttered apologies to a confused Charlie.
Having had enough of a frantic Hermione, he grabs her wand hand- the one still performing spells- and says, "Hermione, I'll be alright."
Charlie's next expression goes unnoticed by all, as he sees the bright yellow crest on the hilt of her wand.
After his assurance she hugs him in relief, oblivious to his sudden realization, only to notice the silence in the usually loud home.
Stiffly turning around she becomes aware of the many amused glances they were giving her.
"Do we need to suggest you two get a room?" said George, the first to break the silence and hardly trying to hold back his laughter anymore.
Quickly grinning, Charlie said "I'm not sure." and then turned to Hermione and asked, "Is there something you want to tell me?"
At this Hermione turns bright red as turning to her while she was still hugging him left his face-not to mention his lips-mere inches from hers.
Hermione springs away. Luckily, before she was forced to come up with a response, Ginny saves her.
"Lay off! Hermione was just worried about Charlie. Healer instincts and all." Ginny reprimanded.
Unfortunately she couldn't resist saying, "Besides, if we gave them a room mum would be delighted…drag'em down as soon as she found out just to marry them first, but delighted just the same."
Dragging a thoroughly embarrassed Hermione out of the living room-where she seemed to have dragged Charlie earlier in her hast to heal him- Ginny goes by the kitchen to tell Mrs. Weasley that she was here.
"Oh good," Molly said, "You made it just in time. Bill and Fleur are setting the table, can you take the food? I'll call the boys over."
Taking the food down, Hermione hopes that this evening does not get any more chaotic.
She hadn't even said a word and she had already made a fool of herself.
Charlie's P.O.V
Once the girls had left, Charlie turned to George and asked him about the bright yellow crest.
"It's a healer thing," George said.
"What do you mean?"
"Once you become an official healer you get the crest of your hospital on the bottom of your wand."
"So it's used to identify healers." Charlie concluded. "Is the color some sort of ranking?"
"You know, you're asking a lot about Hermione's wand. Why don't you just ask her yourself? She's quite proud of it and would probably go on about it for hours if you did." George said as he got a mischievous glint in his eyes.
"If you're lucky she may just ask to examine the differences between a healer's and a dragon tamer's wand. Give you the perfect excuse to get that room and whip your wand out." George finished, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.
"We're talking about Hermione here!" Charlie said indignantly, "Now, are you going to answer my question or not?"
"Sure, fine, fine. She said something about loving the summer sun and so chose yellow." George explained hurriedly.
"And what do you mean 'we're talking about Hermione'?"
"Get to your point George." Charlie said. He knew exactly where this conversation was going and he didn't want it drawn out.
"You know what I'm getting at. Hermione's grown into herself quite well. Any bloke would stop for a look at her."
"George, stop and think about what you're saying. We're still talking about Hermione. The same one that we've watched grow from a child."
"Exactly," George said causing him to sigh. That was so not an 'exactly'.
"She's a young woman now. There's no Ron trouble now as that was sorted out ages ago. And mum would love to have Hermione in the family. If you're interested go for it." George said.
"I didn't ask about her wand because I was interested in her," he said, catching the misunderstanding. "Well, I was interested, just not that way." Charlie clarified. He seemed to be doing a lot of that where Hermione was concerned.
He then proceeded to tell his one eared brother about the events that occurred the other day.
When he was done, Charlie regretted telling him out of all people. That look he got reminded Charlie of the ones he got before he was about to prank someone.
"You know," George said grinning as he pulled an arm around his brother, "we can have some fun with that."
Before Charlie could raise any objections, Mrs. Weasley walked in and told them to hurry along as dinner was ready.
Making his way down, Charlie genuinely hoped dinner would be uneventful.
A\N: Hope you enjoyed that! I was kind of having trouble with the dialogue between the guys as they were discussing Hermione. Being a girl I don't know how guys would go about talking about girls. With any luck it doesn't sound too awkward.
Oh and below there should be a disclaimer. I seemed to have forgotten to add those to my previous chapters.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of J.K Rowling's characters.