Merlin Must Hate Me
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
8
Views:
11,730
Reviews:
36
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Freezing
A/N: I know, it seems as though I have died, I haven't written in so long. I actually forgot that I was writing this story and came across it and decided to write some more, so here it is!
With Love,
~Boo Boo
Merlin, it’s cold in here. Even under three blankets, I’m still cold. I suppose in Romania in the middle of December it would be cold though.
It’s been three days since Kristah left, and yet I still haven’t gotten any sleep because Charlie isn’t making any noise anymore, now I’m just thinking about now that she’s gone, what if he would want to be with me.
Am I that pathetic? I’ve liked him for a whole two weeks and suddenly I want another girl’s leftovers. Merlin, why do I want him so bad?
Fuck, it’s cold!
A shiver goes through my spine and I decide that I need to have a cup of hot tea to warm me up. I get up, wrap my blankets around myself and run out of the room, only to be assaulted by what feels like a heat wave. It’s so much warmer in the hall than in my room.
The heating charms must have stopped working in my room. That’s why it’s so cold. I cast a heating charm but the room stays just as frosty as it was. I shrug. Well, I can always sleep on the couch. I start to head down the hall towards the living room, but then stop outside Charlie’s door.
Hmm…
I open the door and walk into the room, still wrapped in my duvet. I see him sleeping in what might be called an awkward position. He is on his side with one arm twisted underneath him, the other far above his head. His covers are almost falling over his hip and I get the sudden urge to know if he’s wearing anything under those covers.
I walk closer to him but as I do, I bang my toe on his bedside table. “Fucking hell!” I scream. “Oh shit…oh fuck,” I breathe. Damn it, that hurt. I open my eyes and a tear rolls down my cheek. I wipe it away quickly and notice that Charlie is sitting straight up, staring at me.
“Hermione, what the hell are you doing in here?”
Shit.
“Uh…”
“You’re ‘Uh’?” he asks with a slight smile.
“My room is freezing,” I say quickly. “I think the heating charms stopped working. I was wondering if…”
“If what?” he asks, looking wary.
I cross my fingers behind my back and hope to Merlin that reverse psychology really works. “Oh, never mind, you’d never let me.” I start to walk away.
“What, Hermione? What were you wondering?”
“Well, it was a silly idea. I was just wondering if I could sleep in your bed for the night. The couch is mighty uncomfortable after all.” I give him my best innocent damsel-in-distress look.
He really considers it, which I’m surprised about. Finally he shrugs. “Sure,” he says in his most bored manner.
“Oh, thank you, Charlie!” I say and drop the duvet that’s around my shoulders, revealing the skimpy silk pyjamas that I wear to sleep in. He gives me a once over and grunts. He turns away and sleeps on his side, facing the opposite wall.
A little discouraged, I slip into his bed next to him. It’s so warm in here, next to his warm body, in his bed that smells like him! With a smile and a sigh, I fall against the pillows.
Yes. This is nice...for now.
With Love,
~Boo Boo
Merlin, it’s cold in here. Even under three blankets, I’m still cold. I suppose in Romania in the middle of December it would be cold though.
It’s been three days since Kristah left, and yet I still haven’t gotten any sleep because Charlie isn’t making any noise anymore, now I’m just thinking about now that she’s gone, what if he would want to be with me.
Am I that pathetic? I’ve liked him for a whole two weeks and suddenly I want another girl’s leftovers. Merlin, why do I want him so bad?
Fuck, it’s cold!
A shiver goes through my spine and I decide that I need to have a cup of hot tea to warm me up. I get up, wrap my blankets around myself and run out of the room, only to be assaulted by what feels like a heat wave. It’s so much warmer in the hall than in my room.
The heating charms must have stopped working in my room. That’s why it’s so cold. I cast a heating charm but the room stays just as frosty as it was. I shrug. Well, I can always sleep on the couch. I start to head down the hall towards the living room, but then stop outside Charlie’s door.
Hmm…
I open the door and walk into the room, still wrapped in my duvet. I see him sleeping in what might be called an awkward position. He is on his side with one arm twisted underneath him, the other far above his head. His covers are almost falling over his hip and I get the sudden urge to know if he’s wearing anything under those covers.
I walk closer to him but as I do, I bang my toe on his bedside table. “Fucking hell!” I scream. “Oh shit…oh fuck,” I breathe. Damn it, that hurt. I open my eyes and a tear rolls down my cheek. I wipe it away quickly and notice that Charlie is sitting straight up, staring at me.
“Hermione, what the hell are you doing in here?”
Shit.
“Uh…”
“You’re ‘Uh’?” he asks with a slight smile.
“My room is freezing,” I say quickly. “I think the heating charms stopped working. I was wondering if…”
“If what?” he asks, looking wary.
I cross my fingers behind my back and hope to Merlin that reverse psychology really works. “Oh, never mind, you’d never let me.” I start to walk away.
“What, Hermione? What were you wondering?”
“Well, it was a silly idea. I was just wondering if I could sleep in your bed for the night. The couch is mighty uncomfortable after all.” I give him my best innocent damsel-in-distress look.
He really considers it, which I’m surprised about. Finally he shrugs. “Sure,” he says in his most bored manner.
“Oh, thank you, Charlie!” I say and drop the duvet that’s around my shoulders, revealing the skimpy silk pyjamas that I wear to sleep in. He gives me a once over and grunts. He turns away and sleeps on his side, facing the opposite wall.
A little discouraged, I slip into his bed next to him. It’s so warm in here, next to his warm body, in his bed that smells like him! With a smile and a sigh, I fall against the pillows.
Yes. This is nice...for now.