Childish
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
6
Views:
9,102
Reviews:
33
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
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.
Childish
Childish
Disclaimer: I, alas, do not own Harry Potter. I simply enjoy writing about his world.
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Chapter 1: Breakfast
Charlie Weasley had never paid much attention to his youngest brother’s friends. Sure, Harry Potter had been a bit of a novelty; Charlie couldn’t believe that The Boy Who Lived would want to be friends with ickle Ronnekins. But he supposed that was just some strange unsubstantiated sibling rivalry. Not that Charlie was jealous of Harry. No, it was the other member of the trio that he wanted to get to know better. In every sense of the phrase.
Hermione Granger at eighteen was a very different person than she had been at eleven. Her legendary brain continued to run circles around most of her classmates, and she was still bossy and incredibly loyal. But suddenly Charlie was noticing how often she smiled, how that simple motion lit up her whole face, and made her golden-brown eyes sparkle. Seven years at Hogwarts had seen the development of not only her quicksilver mind but of long legs, and amazing breasts, and oh, those lips…
Charlie was currently fixated on those lips. She was biting the right corner of her bottom lip as she read the Daily Prophet at the breakfast table. And whenever she finished a page, she would bring her long, graceful fingers to that amazing mouth and lick her fingers before turning to the next page. Charlie could never remember noticing her like this before this summer. He hoped she would never stop.
“Do you want a section, Charlie?”
He started and moved his eyes from her full mouth to her sun-flecked eyes. She hadn’t even looked up from the paper, and was grinning slyly.
“Wh- what?”
“Well, you must have the front page memorized by now, the way you’re staring.”
“Oh. Yeah. Interesting stuff this morning.”
She put the paper down and leaned across the corner of the table towards him. “So, what do you think about him?” She was practically murmuring.
Charlie’s mind started racing. Him? Who could she possibly mean? He needed to say something, anything; whatever would make her use that voice again. “Er, I think, well, what a git! I can’t believe he did that!”
She looked at him as if she wanted to laugh but was trying to be nice. Or at least vaguely subtle.
“I thought you voted for that ‘git’? I believe I remember you telling Ginny that he would be a wonderful Minister…”
Charlie could have hit himself. Anthony Macro, the new Minister of Magic; Charlie had voted for the vivacious Welshman. And then he stopped. She was grinning at him. No, scratch that, she was smirking. Why would Hermione be smirking at him? Wait a second- was she flirting with him?
Shaking his head in disbelief, he realized that his mouth was open, and she was back to smirking at the Daily Prophet. But she was still smirking. Well, two could play that game.
“You know what, Hermione, I think I will take a section.” She looked up, slightly startled at his response, but he could almost see her magnificent mind trying to figure out what he was trying to do. And with that look still on her face, he reached across the corner of the table and brushed her hand as he leaned across her arm and stopped at eye level with her chest. He paused for just one beat longer than necessary before prying a section free from her paper and retreating back to his lounging position.
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OK- so there\'s chapter 1. Please, PLEASE review! There are more chapters coming, and I would love to have reader input!
Thanks! Morrigan
Disclaimer: I, alas, do not own Harry Potter. I simply enjoy writing about his world.
_____________________________________________________________
Chapter 1: Breakfast
Charlie Weasley had never paid much attention to his youngest brother’s friends. Sure, Harry Potter had been a bit of a novelty; Charlie couldn’t believe that The Boy Who Lived would want to be friends with ickle Ronnekins. But he supposed that was just some strange unsubstantiated sibling rivalry. Not that Charlie was jealous of Harry. No, it was the other member of the trio that he wanted to get to know better. In every sense of the phrase.
Hermione Granger at eighteen was a very different person than she had been at eleven. Her legendary brain continued to run circles around most of her classmates, and she was still bossy and incredibly loyal. But suddenly Charlie was noticing how often she smiled, how that simple motion lit up her whole face, and made her golden-brown eyes sparkle. Seven years at Hogwarts had seen the development of not only her quicksilver mind but of long legs, and amazing breasts, and oh, those lips…
Charlie was currently fixated on those lips. She was biting the right corner of her bottom lip as she read the Daily Prophet at the breakfast table. And whenever she finished a page, she would bring her long, graceful fingers to that amazing mouth and lick her fingers before turning to the next page. Charlie could never remember noticing her like this before this summer. He hoped she would never stop.
“Do you want a section, Charlie?”
He started and moved his eyes from her full mouth to her sun-flecked eyes. She hadn’t even looked up from the paper, and was grinning slyly.
“Wh- what?”
“Well, you must have the front page memorized by now, the way you’re staring.”
“Oh. Yeah. Interesting stuff this morning.”
She put the paper down and leaned across the corner of the table towards him. “So, what do you think about him?” She was practically murmuring.
Charlie’s mind started racing. Him? Who could she possibly mean? He needed to say something, anything; whatever would make her use that voice again. “Er, I think, well, what a git! I can’t believe he did that!”
She looked at him as if she wanted to laugh but was trying to be nice. Or at least vaguely subtle.
“I thought you voted for that ‘git’? I believe I remember you telling Ginny that he would be a wonderful Minister…”
Charlie could have hit himself. Anthony Macro, the new Minister of Magic; Charlie had voted for the vivacious Welshman. And then he stopped. She was grinning at him. No, scratch that, she was smirking. Why would Hermione be smirking at him? Wait a second- was she flirting with him?
Shaking his head in disbelief, he realized that his mouth was open, and she was back to smirking at the Daily Prophet. But she was still smirking. Well, two could play that game.
“You know what, Hermione, I think I will take a section.” She looked up, slightly startled at his response, but he could almost see her magnificent mind trying to figure out what he was trying to do. And with that look still on her face, he reached across the corner of the table and brushed her hand as he leaned across her arm and stopped at eye level with her chest. He paused for just one beat longer than necessary before prying a section free from her paper and retreating back to his lounging position.
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OK- so there\'s chapter 1. Please, PLEASE review! There are more chapters coming, and I would love to have reader input!
Thanks! Morrigan