Hermione's New World

Chapter 9


Warning: this chapter has descriptive you-know-what. Read with caution (wink).

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It was midnight.

Hermione knew she had to go meet “R”. It surely wasn’t Ron who wrote the note. He wouldn’t have known the fake name and used quotes. No, it was Charlie…or Regan…as she had known him the few weeks prior.

She slipped easily out of Ginny’s room, already in her night clothes, down the long crooked staircase without a sound. As a new Order member, she had to pass certain tests and one was of stealth and secrecy. The back door opened easily and she darted toward the broom shed without a sound.

As soon as she arrived the door had been left open. Luckily, the door didn’t face the main house of the Burrow and likely no one could see them. Of course, Ginny knew she left…she hadn’t needed to say any words. She just left with a knowing glance at her closest female friend.

Charlie was already there…probably waiting for awhile. He was standing in the shadows, a solemn yet unreadable look on his face.

She understood somehow. “He’s my father.”

Charlie’s breath hitched. He knew who she was talking about. “Professor Snape?”

Hermione nodded. “I…I just found out the other day. When I returned to Hogwarts to…”

Her words were cut off as Charlie suddenly cut the distance between them and took her into an embrace. And things quickly began to feel better.

Hermione continued. “He told me…showed me how he was forced upon my mother many years ago. It was the beginning for Sev to become a spy. But now…now my muggle father…the father I believed…” She started to sob and Charlie’s arms wrapped tighter around her sleek, familiar frame.

He breathed in as he took in her story. Who would have known that this woman…or girl?...he had fallen in love with would have such a twisted story wrapping through his own life.

“He’s dead. There was an attack…” She broke with sobs between phrases. “My mother survived when aurors came…they’re going to take her somewhere safe, but I don’t know where that is!”

For a few minutes they were both silent, too wrapped up in the emotions running through them.

Snape…the “evil” bat of the dungeons was father to the muggle…no, witch…he’d fallen in love with.
And Charlie had been hearing about the brilliant “muggle-born” witch, best friend to the boy-who-lived and his youngest brother, for years. She’d become part of his family before he’d even met her, yet meeting her had nothing to do with his life as a wizard. Or had it?

Not wanting to think about “how” things came to be, and only with where she was with him now, Charlie lowered his head and brought her face to his. His lips descended on her own to blend into a fiery kiss.

They were gentle at first, but then time as caught up with the moment the kisses became heated. Before either knew it Charlie tore off the simple night shirt she wore over her pajama pants. She wore no bra, not that she needed one, and his hands quickly found place on her breasts, exploring them gently. His kisses left her lips and descended down her neck, where he nipped at a sensitive spot before continuing down the center of her upper chest. As one hand fondled a nipple, his mouth found the other and ravished it.

Hermione moaned, and desperately tried to bring him closer than he already was…if that was possible. Her hands found the hem of his own shirt, and she missed his contact as she pulled the shirt over his head and flung it across the room.

Charlie’s mouth connected with her other breast as Hermione’s hands explored his own chest. His skin was soft, although not as silky as her own, and firm with muscles from having worked so hard over the years. She teased him as he brought his attention back to the nape of her neck and worked his hands lowering her pants. He smiled to himself realizing she was wearing no panties, and worked his fingers into her wetness.

Hermione then decided to rid him of his own pants and soon enough they were both naked, grinding against each other in fury.

Suddenly he picked her up and sat her on a ledge, lowering himself to taste her sweet scent. He already knew his tongue drove her mad, and nipped the area below alternately while sucking and driving his tongue on her sensitive spot.

Hermione’s hands ran through his hair, then on his shoulders as he soon brought her to ecstasy. Without warning he stood up and drove his hardness into her. He wasn’t gentle at first, like he usually was. Instead he immediately pounded into her causing them both to moan out loud. He needed her desperately while at the same time knew she needed relief from her grief.

She wrapped her legs around his waist to gain deeper access, and soon was throwing her head back and calling his name…his real name. Hearing her call out “Charlie” was enough to send him over the edge, but he fought hard to maintain control. She need to come first…especially now. With as much strength he could, he held back but continued his thrusts until he felt her inner walls tighten around him and her juices flowed out. He came quick then, giving her three more deep thrusts with all the strength he could as his seed spilled into her. Then he stayed inside.

Their bodies were glistening in sweat as the two clung together. His head had been in her hair against her neck, but now he moved slightly to whisper in her ear “I love you, Hermione.” As he started kissing her neck and face.

“I love you, Charlie.”


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It was after two in the morning when the couple silently crept back to the Burrow. They had talked for awhile, mostly about Hermione’s grief, and then made love again. At the back door Charlie gave Hermione one more kiss – a long one - before letting her go in first. He sighed as he watched her form disappear into his family home. He wondered what would happen when the others found out. Certainly Ginny and Bill could be trusted…they already knew…but eventually the others would have to know, including Ron. What would Ron think…or do…when he found out? Charlie dismissed the thought with a shake of his head as he headed to bed himself, in the room he was sharing with Fred and George.

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The next morning Hermione woke to find Ginny grinning over her. She rubbed her eyes in attempt to stall whatever her friend was going to confront her with.

“Sooo…” Ginny drawled out. “What kept you out so late.” She wiggled her eyebrows.

“I was with Charlie.” Hermione answered truthfully. “We needed to talk.”

“Oh, like that took the entire two hours you were gone? Puh-leeze!”

Hermione frowned. “Where do you get that dirty mind of yours?” She asked.

“From having so many brothers. I guess the twins were the worst influence, seeing as Ron is too lame and Percy too uptight.”

“And Bill and Charlie?”

“Too old. I mean, I’m close to Bill, but even so they tend to be more reserved around me. Well, sort of. Maybe protective is a better word.”

“So…about Charlie…”

“Oh, Hermione! I’m ecstatic about you two being together! I mean, he’s perfect for you! Although Bill would be too, if it weren’t for that Veela cow.”

Hermione threw her pillow at the red-head. “Hey! I don’t want to think about your other brothers!”

“Charlie too much?”

Hermione blushed.

“So he wasn’t mad?”

Hermione paused. They hadn’t really talked about anything except her tragic news and the discovery of Severus Snape being her father. And no one else knew, except Dumbledore…and maybe Mr. Weasley. “We…had other things to discuss.”

Ginny laughed out loud. “Oh, sure! Tell me another tale of tails, Hermione!”

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Fred and George nudged their brother. As Charlie opened his eyes he could see the mischieveness in theirs, despite the fact he needed more sleep. And he’d been having such a wonderful dream, too! Suddenly worried he might had called out in his sleep, he barked “What?”

The twins smiled. “You were out rather late, dear brother.” Fred replied.

George then added “We’re wondering is perhaps you snuck out last night to meet some young, hot witch to satisfy your needs.” The twins snickered.

The glare Charlie gave them was enough for even the two pranksters to back off.

“Someone sure doesn’t want to give the glorious details of an illicit affair.” Fred quipped as they hurried to the door.

George nodded. “We’ll have to pry it out of him later. Perhaps after breakfast.”

Charlie’s pillow hit Fred as the two exited to head down to breakfast.


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At the same time, at Hogwarts, Severus Snape was calmly reflecting on what had happened during the past twenty-four hours. The one thing that plagued him, however, was the news that Hermione’s muggle father had been killed by deatheaters. A new feeling arose in him…at least, one that hadn’t been acknowledged before. He was concerned about Hermione. Oh, sure…temptations to revenge the man’s killing and the attack on the Granger home was there prominently enough, despite his direct orders by Dumbledore NOT to react.

As he sat in his quarters by a fire his thoughts pondered further. Hermione’s mother. What exactly made her react to his attack in the way she did? And how was she able to communicate back? She certainly was intelligent and courageous…which explains why Hermione was placed in Gryffindor, he thought wryly. Hermione was also cunning, no doubt a part of her that had been passed by him genetically.

He then thought of how Dumbledore sent him to Cambridge to check on the girl, the newest Order member. At first he had rolled his eyes – another trait Hermione took from him? – outraged that his time be spent in such a trivial matter. Was Dumbledore setting him up for the truth?

And how had the second Weasley child ended up there, too? Was that all Dumbledore’s doing? He knew from later checks on Hermione – on own after realizing she was his daughter – the two were seeing each other, and had carefully avoided them discovering the truth by motioning to Arthur to meet privately. He didn’t want to make any sarcastic remarks that would reveal he’d been there, too. He was certain Charlie wouldn’t have appreciated that, even if Hermione accepted it. He also didn’t want to meddle himself…Albus had done enough already.

He sighed, taking a sip of tea to calm himself. Despite everything there was one thing that was different about the upcoming school year that pleased him – Hermione’s apprenticeship with him.

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Elsewhere the Order was finally settling on a place to bring Hermione’s mother.

“Are you ready, Mrs. Granger?” Sirius asked her withholding a wink. Oh, how he would have loved to flirt had the situation not been so grave.

The striking woman turned and smiled, yet the sadness was still heavy in her eyes. “Yes. And please, call me Rosalyn (pronounced rose-a-lin). Are we going to use a…what kind of key did you call it, again?”

“Portkey.”

“Yes, I am ready.” She picked up the suitcase they had helped her assemble some clothes and other necessities and walked toward the group.

“Don’t worry, you won’t get nauseous as the first time.” Remus assured her.

Tonks took out the device from her cloak and held if for everyone to take hold of. The air around them became much more dense as the strange feeling took hold and relocated the group to their next destination.

“Welcome to Hogwarts.” Tonks said with a grin.