Title: Getting To Know You (Part 3/3)
Rating hard R/Light NC-17
Featured Character or Pairing(s): Charlie/Hermione
Summary: Hermione wants to get to know Charlie a bit better, but doesn't realize he wants to get to know her just as well.
Warnings: Tooth-aching fluffiness? None, really.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of it. If I did, I wouldn't have nearly as many bills.
Author's/Artist's notes: And here is the last and final part. I had a lot of fun writing this, although the second person POV was hard. Big thanks to Mishty, my beta. Please let me know what you thought.

You awake with sunlight on your face, the rays coming in through the window warming your cheeks and making you blissfully aware that you've had a good night's sleep. You open your eyes slowly, then blink a few times in surprise as you become more aware of the long, hard body snuggled up against yours. A quick glance under the duvet reveals a freckled brown arm snaked around your waist, resting heavily on your stomach.

You turn onto your back, then turn your head quickly to find out who is sharing your bed, since your memories of the previous evening are a bit hazy. Your head is pounding, and your mouth is dry, signs you associate with too much drink the night before. You remember vaguely that there was a wedding yesterday, and you had several glasses of champagne before heading up to your room. You gasp audibly as your eyes meet the steadfast blue gaze of Charlie Weasley.

You suppose you should be surprised that he is already awake at the crack of dawn, but then you decide that he is probably used to rising early, and you shake the thought off. You blink a few times in surprise before blurting out the first thing that comes to mind.

"What are you doing here?"

You could easily slap yourself as you watch his eyes crinkle with amusement as he softly replies,

"Well, it is my room."

"I believe it is now my room, Mr. Weasley, you haven't used it in years." You reply snarkily as you turn to face him, and realise you are both starkers. You try your best to ignore the blush you can feel to the roots of your hair as you ask, a serious undertone to your voice,

"What happened last night?"

"I'm pretty confident we had sex, Hermione."

You don't have any reply to his candid statement except a soft "oh." When you go to swing your legs over the side of the bed, Charlie's hand becomes heavier and you stop when you hear him whisper, "Please, don't run away?"

You settle down into the bed again, this time facing him, taking him in. You rake your eyes from his stubble-covered chin down his neck, then across his broad shoulders. As you glance across his chest, you notice a red dragon, a Chinese Fireball, curled up asleep on his left pectoral, and you go to touch it. He shivers a bit as you run your finger across the ink, and the dragon puffs a bit of smoke and stretches it's front claws out, much like a cat, then curls back up and goes back to sleep.

"Do you have any more?" You ask, curious about this man whom you know little of. Charlie grins in reply as he throws the duvet back, and you shiver as the cool air of the room brushes your skin, causing goose-flesh to rise across your arms.

Charlie turns over abruptly, and you gasp at the Norwegian Ridgeback that covers his entire back, it's tail swishing slowly across the dimples above his arse. You follow the line of it's back with your finger, and he shivers when you reach it's head, resting on it's shoulder. The dragon turns to look at you, then breathes a jet of fire, warm to the touch, across Charlie's back, making him tremble a bit in response. As Charlie turns to face you again, you also notice a flag waving on his arm, a combination of England and Romania's flags, in deference to his two homes, or so you assume. When he turns on his stomach, and folds his arms to rest his head on them, you find the Weasley coat of arms on the other arm, or that's what you assume the red shield to be.

"That's all of them. Do you have any?" Charlie asks, turning his face toward you and rakes his eyes over your nude form, causing you to shiver again, this time from the heat you feel instead of the cold.

"No, I don't. I've always heard that they hurt, and I dislike the thought of needles." You reply as you lay back down, facing him again.

"Magical tattoos don't involve needles. You just tell the wizard what you want, or provide him with a picture, and he says an incantation. It tickles for a moment, and they are removable, which is probably why Mum hasn't given me any grief yet. She's holding out hope that I'll have them removed when I grow up."

You note with surprise that this is the longest conversation you've ever had with the man you've been fancying for months, laying naked in your bed, snuggled up next to him. You are both quiet for the next few minutes, lost in your thoughts, until you abruptly break the silence by asking,

"What are you thinking of?"

"Weddings." He replies, bluntly, then chuckles as your brows raise in surprise.

"Oh really. Planning on getting married soon?"

"Why, Hermione, are you asking me to marry you?" He grins as you roll your eyes and swat him playfully on the arm.

"No, I'm not. Besides, your family is convinced that Ron and I will be announcing our engagement any day now."

"Not my entire family, Luv." He replies, pulling you to him and planting a soft kiss on your forehead, then the tip of your nose, before brushing his lips softly against yours. You respond eagerly to his kiss, his tongue brushing your mouth slightly, asking for entrance, which you freely give. He pulls away from you a moment later to continue,

"Besides, it's not Ron you went to bed with last night, eh?"

You grin stupidly in response as you shake your head. He grins, but his face falls as he hears the sound of heavy footsteps coming up the stairs, then a voice shouting in the hallway.

"Whoever is in these rooms, I suggest you move it back to your proper place before you mother gets up here!"

Both of you wait to hear Arthur's retreating footsteps down the stairs before breaking into hysterical laughter. You finally get your giggles under control before asking Charlie,

"Do you think he knows who is in here?"

"Oh, I'm sure he does. After all, I should be fast asleep in Percy's room, and he is supposed to be bunking with George. We were told that you would be sleeping in here, and Harry and Ginny in Ginny's room for the night, although they are probably long gone by now. When I headed up, Percy and Audrey were doing unmentionable things in his room, and door to the twins' room was locked tight. I didn't want to know what was going on in there."

You reach out and whack him on the arm again before replying with some fervor you don't actually feel, "So you did know I was in here last night!"

Charlie only laughed slightly in response before taking you in his arms and snogging the daylights out of you again before replying.

"Of course I did. I saw you leave the party, and set mum in your path so that I would be here when you came up. Worked like a charm, dinnit?"

You simply roll your eyes in response, grab your wand off the headboard to send locking and silencing charms at the door. You know full well you will get a scolding from Molly later about laying about all day, but as you again take in Charlie's bright blue eyes and broad chest, you decide you don't much care.

With that final though, you pull the duvet over the both of you and set about getting to know Charlie Weasley a little bit better.