I was as pure as a river

But now I think I'm possessed

You put a fever inside me

And I've been cold since you left

The next morning Charlie and Hermione were both anxious to get to breakfast and both woke up earlier than usual. Charlie had never been jittery about a woman before, on the contrary he'd always been brash and confident that he could get whomever he desired, but Hermione was different. She sent a fire directly to his heart and Charlie liked fire. So he decided to make more of an effort than usual, he went to shower (assuming everyone was still asleep, he had woken up early after all) and bumped directly into a very damp witch.

Hermione had woken up with a smile on her face, having dreamt of the touch of a certain dragon tamer. It was crazy, she'd dated before but never had she felt this pull. It was like his kiss had put a magnet in her heart and made her drawn to him. He was like a drug and she was totally hooked. She had to have him, so she decided to make more of an effort than she usually would have. She went to shower, taking extra care to buff and polish her skin with her favourite coconut body wash. She shaved, she exfoliated and she deep conditioned her hair until she was certain she was smooth and sweet-smelling. She had butterflies as she thought of breakfast with the Weasleys and Harry. She stepped out of the shower and left the bathroom, a fluffy towel wrapped around her. She felt good.

Charlie looked at the witch in question and saw it was Hermione. He smiled as he was hit with the sweet smell of coconuts. "Morning, Hermione" he said, feeling an uncontrollable smile emerge on his face. "Morning, Charlie, you're up early" she replied

Hermione knew she looked, smelled and felt especially good at the moment and she was bursting with confidence. Charlie looked incredible somehow, with his tousled hair, shorter than Bills but longer than the rest of the boys, his tight vest revealing his superb arms that Hermione loved, they were tattooed, burnt and scarred but she found him irresistible nonetheless. His eyes were sleepy but intoxicating.

They parted and each was immediately hit with a strange sense of loss, looking back over her shoulder Hermione found him looking directly back. She had no idea what the boy had done to her but she was totally hooked. Getting ready for breakfast she made more of an effort than she generally would, wearing a not-obviously sexy but certainly tighter than usual lavender henley top with the top button undone and a black tennis skirt with tights she knew she looked good, but in an innocent and accidental way. She also tamed her hair more than she'd usually bother to, pinning the front back with bobby pins and smoothing the wild curls with an oil. Lastly she spritzed on some perfume with a woody, jasmine scent she knew Charlie would like. She was ready to seduce.

Charlie inhaled deeply as he entered the bathroom, the coconut scent had lingered and he loved it. In the shower he leaned his head against the wall and closed his eyes, remembering the mesmerising view of a towel-wearing Hermione looking over her shoulder at him with wide eyes and the smile he saw when she noticed him staring back. He remembered the droplets of water sliding down her legs and the way the water clung to her eyelashes.

"What the fuck is wrong with you, Charlie" he whispered to himself. He had never felt like this before, not that he was in love with Hermione, but there was this insatiable pull inside of him that made him want her and he wanted her badly. He hit the wall with his fists as he realised he had to have her. He wanted to grab her and cling on, he wanted to cover her body with his and never let go. He wanted to kiss her, touch her, grab her, fuck her.

He needed Hermione Granger or he would go absolutely insane.

Charlie wore his more flattering clothing that day, though he refused to admit it was because of her. He wore the ¾ sleeved t shirt he'd never managed to wear without some witch telling him how much it brought out his eyes and the dark jeans that always got him attention.

Breakfast was interesting, Hermione got down the stairs and the twins whistled, earning them each a smack upside the head from their mother. "You look lovely today, dear" Molly had told her with a smile "Oh really? Thank you, Mrs Weasley" Hermione had replied, playing innocent as always as she inwardly grinned.

"Seen our brother today, Granger?" Fred asked as George leaned across the counter, chin in hand with a look that said 'tell me more, tell me more'

"Which one?" Hermione said cooly, making a large pot of tea

"I think you know which one" Fred replied, mimicking his brother's position

"Charlie" George added with a sigh as Hermione made it very clear she wasn't giving in

"Why would Hermione know where Charlie is?" Mrs Weasley questioned the boys "...unless, Hermione dear are you particularly fond of my Charlie?" She asked, obviously containing excitement.

"Oh we know she is, mum" Fred said

"Ooh, Hermione dear it'll be so lovely to have you be a part of the family. Not that you aren't already dear, but the last name would make it that much more special" She gushed

"Mrs Weasley I think that might be a bit premature" Hermione replied

Charlie chose that moment to enter and Mrs Weasley was practically vibrating with contained excitement. She moved out of their way and watched them with Fred and George.

"You're looking nice today, Hermione" Charlie said cooly, brushing past her.

"Thanks, Charlie, would you like some tea?" Hermione inwardly cursed Mrs Weasley, Fred and George for their lack of casualness. The three of them were perched at the breakfast bar barely 2 metres away, staring with shit-eating grins. What made it even less subtle were the whispers and the fact that the three of them were crammed onto two stools. George was on Fred's lap and Mrs Weasley was next to them chattering excitedly. They watched Hermione and Charlie like a muggle watched their favourite couple on a sitcom.

Charlie accepted the tea from Hermione and felt a zing from the touch of her hand that almost made him drop the mug. Their eyes met and the electric energy between them must have been obvious because there was a quiet squeal from Mrs Weasley as she obviously gossiped with Fred and George. It would have been comical if it weren't so annoying.

All Hermione wanted at that moment was for the twins and her surrogate mother to vanish and for Charlie in those ridiculously attractive jeans to lift her onto the counter and ravish her.

Ironically all Charlie wanted to do was throw her onto the counter and push that tiny skirt further up her thighs and make her scream his name.

He shook his head, these were not appropriate thoughts for breakfast time. Why did she have to wear that fucking skirt, and the top that should be conservative but was somehow sexy. Merlin she smells incredible.

"Everything alright, Charlie?" Hermione asked, noticing his eyes tracing her figure. She 'scratched' her thigh and watched his eyes follow the skirt skimming her thighs.

"Yeah, great. Thanks for the tea." He replied, shaking himself out of his lusty daydream.

He leaned closer and whispered "Love the skirt, Granger" and Hermione grinned. Whispering back "I thought you would" Charlie grinned "Reckon we should let the rest of the family in on it?" Hermione's heart skipped "What do you mean?" she replied. "Well you didn't think I'd let you get away after last night, did you?" Charlie pulled her closer and gave her a chaste, family-appropriate kiss.

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