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Hermione woke up the later that morning still a tangle of limbs with Charlie. As she thought back on their previous activities she couldn't find it in herself to regret it. She knew going into it that it meant that he wasn't letting her go without a fight, knew also that she didn't really have time or the patience for a relationship, knew that she wanted one anyway. At least Charlie knew that she had a dark side. He knew most of what she was planning to do. Hell, he even knew she'd killed someone and hadn't judged her for it. She knew that she wanted him. She wouldn't say she loved him. Not yet. It was too soon for that, but she would say that she was headed that direction. She was definitely attracted to him. But it wasn't just his body she liked. Despite the fact that he was a death eater and enjoyed it, he had also admitted there were some aspects of it he didn't. She couldn't really fault him for enjoying some of it though. After all, hadn't she had her own perverse pleasure in keeping Rita Skeeter trapped in a jar? She must have been thinking out lout because suddenly Charlie started laughing. When he calmed down enough to actually form words he choked out, "You did what to Rita Skeeter?"
Hermione couldn't help the blush that crept onto her face. "Well, I found out that the wretched woman was a beetle animagus and that is how she was getting all the information for the tournament. And well she wouldn't leave me alone. Not that I would have done it for just myself mind you, but she wouldn't leave Harry alone." She paused as if that explained everything. When he made a go on motion with his hands she huffed, "So I trapped her in a jar and blackmailed her with telling the ministry about her being an unregistered animagus if she wouldn't leave us alone." By the time she finished the story she was playing with her fingers and the blush had spread to her neck.
Charlie's laughter bubbled out again and she relaxed a little. "Oh Hermione love, that's amazing. And hilarious. Even the Dark Lord hasn't figured out how she gets all her information."
Hermione blushed again and ducked her head. "It wasn't that hard. Especially when you take note of the fact that the type of beetle that kept following us around isn't indigenous to Scotland, or even Britain for that matter."
Charlie smiled softly at her and lifted her chin with a finger, "It was still amazing love. How many people do you know that could recognize a beetle's indigenousness? Please don't be embarrassed love. Your intelligence is one of the sexiest things about you."
Hermione couldn't help the scoff that came out. She hadn't meant to. Not really but when she'd been mocked her entire life so far for being an insufferable know-it-all, and a book worm it was hard to believe that someone found her intelligence attractive, let alone sexy.
Charlie smiled wickedly. "Oh, you don't believe me? I guess I'll just have to prove it." And with a growl, he rolled over on top of her. He quickly had her arms pinned above her head. "Your intelligence is one of the many things that attracts me to you, Hermione." He punctuated each word with a kiss to different parts of her upper body, neck, face chest. "You are also wildly attractive, have the body of a goddess, have the deviousness of an imp, the sensuality of a nymph, and the most amazing ability to forgive almost any wrong against you. You also have a beautiful vindictive streak, a tendency to protect anyone whom you think needs it, and a will to go against all injustices you perceive." He'd continued to punctuate his points with kisses. Switching to nipping her neck towards the end. By the time he had reached his last point, Hermione was writhing underneath him."
She managed to just barely growl out, "Charlie if you don't screw me and get it over with, whether you do submissive or not I will be on top and in control!" It didn't take very long after that statement for him to do exactly that.
Once they were done Charlie turned to look at her, "Hermione love, we will have this conversation as many times as I think necessary until you believe me, however for now I need to go take a shower and go to work. Working around dragons smelling like sex is never a good idea. Trust me on that, I found out the hard way."
Hermione's laugh bubbled out and he smiled down at her, "Ok then you better hurry up. Because I need a shower too. I'm supposed to go visit your mum today. And that means I have to go make my house look lived in. That also means that I can't go smelling like sex either. However, I fear if we share a shower that it won't get either of us actually clean." Charlie smirked at her and it sent delicious tingles down her body. "OUT! Or we will never get showered and dressed." It only occurred to her after he left that she had literally just kicked him out of his own bedroom. Giggling she made her way into the kitchen and started making breakfast sandwiches.
They shared a short breakfast together and Charlie gave her a searing kiss on his way out the door. Hermione smiled and then sighed. She took a quick shower, changed into a set of 'Hermione clothes', and after replacing the wards on the apartment she apparated into the living room of her parent's house. She quickly got it looking lived in and sat down on the couch with the tele on to wait.