Happily Trapped

A/N: Before you read, the next chapter to Merlin Must Hate Me will be up very soon, and it will probably be the last chapter. And hopefully, after the seventh book comes out, I can still write this ship :)

Love from BooBoo

Happily Trapped

It was Christmastime at the Burrow. It was always a fun Christmas to spend it with the Weasleys and Hermione always enjoyed it…except this year. It seemed that everyone who was here had someone to share Christmas with.

Harry was married to Ginny. Ron was married to Padma Patil. Percy to Penelope, Fred to Angelina, George to Alicia, Bill to Fleur, and of course, Arthur to Molly. Charlie was away for this Christmas, but Hermione was sure that he was spending it with someone special in his life.

Hermione was alone, sitting in the corner with the Potter kids. There were three of them now and Harry and Ginny had been married for four years now, as soon as Ginny had graduated from Hogwarts. There were also a fair number of Weasley children here and Hermione would be damned to know which was whose. Total there were eleven children that she was looking after.

Christmas was the following day and Hermione was excited even though she was slightly depressed. She realised that with all of the men in her life married, she had no one. There was no one that thought that she was attractive in any way. She did not think herself attractive, however, and therefore did not exploit herself as a beautiful person. She still had frizzy hair, her teeth were a bit smaller thanks to Malfoy, and she had small breasts and a tummy that just would not go away. She had given up on herself years ago.

She had had a stupid relationship with Krum, who was the only one that seemed to find her attractive, but that was only for her smarts and had nothing to do with her looks. When they shagged, he never told her that she was beautiful or whispered sweet nothings, it was more “get in, get off, get out.” Hermione supposed that he couldn’t stand the sight of her body for that long and she had broken it off with him nearly three years ago.

Now she was alone, with no one to spend Christmas with. Before Ron was married—he had gotten married the past June—she could spend hours talking to him while everyone else was with their someone, but now it was just her, Ron was happily married and Padma was already expecting.

She wanted children, more than anything in the world, but unfortunately there needs to be a man in one’s life for a child to be made. She decided that she just should’ve forgotten about contraceptive spells when she was with Viktor and at least had a child on her own. It would be a bastard but at least she would have someone to spend Christmas with.

They were just sitting down to Christmas Eve dinner and Hermione chewed slowly as she thought about how horrible her life was. She decided that she would not spend Christmas with the Weasleys next year, it was too depressing. She barely ate and when Molly asked her what was wrong after dinner and they were cleaning up, Hermione simply answered that she did not feel too well and retired to her bed early. She was alone in the room that she was in, also making her feel more alone than she already had, everyone else was staying with their respective mate.

There was a knock at the door. “I really am fine, Molly,” she said, knowing that the older witch would probably be on about how Hermione had not eaten very much at dinner.

The door opened and Molly bustled in anyway. “I know that dear, it’s just, Charlie’s just arrived and I was wondering if he could possibly stay in this room with you as we’ve no others.”

“Oh,” Hermione said. “Yes. Don’t let him in yet, though, I’m not appropriate,” she scrambled out of bed and put a robe on. “Okay.”

“Come in Charlie, she said that it’s all right.”

Charlie Weasley walked through the door with a suitcase, the hood of his robes covering his face and hiding most of it in shadows. Molly made quick work and conjured a bed in the corner opposite Hermione for Charlie to sleep on. “Thanks, Mum, and Hermione, for letting me stay in here.”

“Oh dear, I’m just glad that you could come to visit us!” Molly said and gave Charlie a big hug and then left.

Hermione nodded. “It’s nice to have someone else in here, a bit creepy when it’s just me,” she said quietly and then sat down on her bed with a sigh. Charlie began unpacking his clothes into a bedside table and shrugged his robes off. Hermione noticed that he was much more handsome than she remembered…she hadn’t seen him in a few years, after all. She also noticed that he had a huge burn on his left arm. “Are you all right?” Hermione asked, looking at his arm.

“Oh yeah, it’s fine, just a dragon being a bit aggressive,” he said with a bit of a smirk.

Hermione smiled a bit but then frowned, thinking again about being alone and not having someone to spend Christmas.

“Are you all right?” Charlie asked, looking down at her. She looked up and gave him a forced smile.

“Of course I’m fine,” she said, trying to convince herself. “I’m fine.”

“Right,” he said.

She sighed. “I just hate being alone!” she said, finally being able to get it out, she had to tell someone, it was tearing her apart at the seams and she knew that soon she would be sprouting stuffing.

“I’m here now,” he said.

Hermione looked up at him, surprised, then she thought about what he meant. “Not just in this room,” she said. “In life, for Christmas, everything. I have no one and everyone else in this house has someone. It’s horrible. Whenever I’m around my friends or even my family, it’s always everyone else that gets all the attention. Harry and Ron are handsome and I just have bushy hair. My sister, Georgie, has huge breasts and I’m…I have nothing!” She felt almost in tears as she said all of this. She did not know why she was confessing all of this to Charlie Weasley, of all people, but he was here, and she needed to get it out.

“When I learnt I was sharing this room with you, I didn’t think I’d have to council a hormonal witch,” Charlie said with a bit a laugh. Before she could castigate him, he continued, “but I know what you mean. I’ve had the same fucking thing all through my life with my bloody brothers. It’s always Bill that’s the pretty one, even with his long hair and his stupid earring. I have a piercing, too, but no one thinks mine is sexy,” he sighed.

“You do?” Hermione asked. She always thought that piercings were wicked.

He kneeled down and stuck out his tongue.

“Oh,” she said and reached out a finger to touch it. It was a little metal pointed-tip tongue-ring.

“But everyone thinks that Bill is the sexy one, and Percy’s the smart one, and Fred and George are the funny ones, and Ron’s the famous one, and I’m just the stupid one who went to play with dragons instead of playing Seeker for England.”

“I think it’s amazing,” Hermione said. “That you would give up something that you’re really good at and could get very rich for and instead did what your passion was.”

“See, you fucking get it, why can’t anyone else?” He sighed.

“Well, I am the smartest witch to come out of Hogwarts in a century,” she said with a bit of a smile that faded soon after. “Unfortunately, guys seem to like beauty more than brains, and in that department I’m not blessed.”

“I think you’re gorgeous,” Charlie said at a whisper.

Hermione’s head jerked so fast to meet his shy eyes that she felt a pinched nerve in her neck. “What?”

“I noticed it a couple years ago, you were smiling—you have a gorgeous smile—at something that Percy said and I just wanted to kiss it off your face,” he looked shy.

“You think--? You’re lying!” she said, throwing her face down into the pillows.

“Well, if you react this way to every man telling you that you’re gorgeous, then there’s no wonder you’re single,” he said with a bit more cheek.

She looked at him then. “You’re not lying?”

“Why would I joke about something like that?”

“To get into my knickers,” she said softly.

“Though I have dreamt of that for a long time, I wouldn’t tell someone that they were pretty when they’re not to get them into bed. I am a blunt, honest person.”

“Honestly?”

“Honestly, I don’t lie, it’s not in my nature.”

She stopped for a moment, trying to think of a good question to ask him that he would not lie about. “Why are you here?”

“In your room or at the Burrow?”

“Why are you here, at the Burrow, for Christmas when you were supposed to be spending it at the reserve?”

“I was only staying there because one of my dragons—my favourite, Peacock, we call her—was sick, but she made an amazing recovery and I wanted to spend the holidays with my family, so I came home for the week.”

“Why is she called Peacock?” Hermione asked.

“Because she’s a gorgeous dragon. She’s got different colours all over her, she’s a Chinese Fireball, so she’s not supposed to be all that colourful, but she is. I have a tattoo of her,” he said suddenly. He stood up and began removing his shirt. Hermione was entranced and the shirt fell off his shoulders and he showed her the lazy Chinese Fireball sitting atop his navel. “Gorgeous, isn’t she?” he asked.

“Yes,” Hermione said, getting off of the bed and dropping to her knees to examine the dragon more closely, looking both at the dragon and his suntanned stomach. He obviously worked with his shirt off quite often.

She had a sudden urge and leaned her head forward and licked his stomach, right beside where Peacock was drifting peacefully. She heard Charlie moan slightly. “That’s got to be the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” she said with a husky voice.

“R-really?” he asked in a choked voice.

“Mmm,” she agreed, then she seemed to realise that she was kneeling in front of Charlie Weasley and had just licked his stomach.

She scrambled to her feet with a muffled ‘sorry’ and clambered back into bed.

He chuckled slightly. “Don’t be sorry, Hermione, that was one of the sexiest things that I’ve ever seen as well.” He leaned forward and pushed the comforter away from her mouth, which she was currently hiding and meant to just peck her on the lips in a teasing way. However, when his lips met hers, she threw an arm around his neck and held him close to her. Unsure of what to do in this situation, he merely continued kissing her, just soft, sweet kissing, nothing more. Finally she groaned and pushed him away.

“You were lying,” she said and hid herself back under the blankets.

“I was not!” he said.

“Then why won’t you kiss me?”

“I was kissing you!”

“Not properly!”

“What’s properly? Our lips were touching, were they not?”

“But you’re supposed to put your tongue in my mouth, that’s how Viktor always kissed me.”

“You can kiss without tongue, Hermione,” Charlie said, joking slightly.

“You can?”

“Merlin, woman, how are you the smartest witch alive?”

She looked hurt. “Thanks,” she muffled sarcastically and turned over in her bed, facing the wall and wrapping herself as closely as possible up in her blankets.

“Hermione,” Charlie said, trying to get her attention. “Hermione, I didn’t mean it that way. I just meant that you’re naïve.”

“Because I’m 23 and I’ve only ever kissed one boy,” she explained, feeling tears escaping from her eyes. “How am I supposed to know these things if no one ever tells me? No, instead they just make fun of me, I’m naïve because I’m ugly!”

“Now you are being stupid, Hermione. You’re not ugly, far from. There are witches out there that don’t even resemble witches. You’re gorgeous, you just don’t flaunt the fact that you are. I’ve only had three girlfriends in my 30 years. Most of them found me too rugged or tattooed or stupid to stay with me and most of the time there’s not even women at the reserve.”

“So you have a reason to not be with someone of the opposite sex. I’m around men all the time, but I’ve never been seen as anything more than bushy-haired, know-it-all, Harry’s best friend, smartest witch alive, and so on. I hate all of those stupid titles. For once, just once,” she flipped over and caught his eye, “I just want to be Hermione.”

“Have you not been listening to me?” Charlie asked, slightly winded. “To me you are Hermione, no longer are you ‘Ron’s Best Friend,’ you haven’t been for ages to me. I’m sitting right in front of you, telling you that I think you’re gorgeous and yet you keep putting yourself down.”

“You just want to get in my knickers,” she said with a slight smile.

“Would you object if that was all I wanted from you?” he asked seriously.

She looked sad for a moment. “I s’pose not,” she said. “After all, I haven’t been shagged in nearly three years.”

“And if I wanted more?” he added, locking his dark brown eyes with her honey brown orbs.

She started shaking her head. “How do you know if you want anything of me? I’m just…” she stopped.

“You’re just Hermione.”

Hermione didn’t notice until a couple moments later that she had somehow pushed Charlie to the floor and was currently straddling him. She looked down at him and smiled. “Yes,” she said with a happy smile, “yes, I’m just Hermione,” she sighed and kissed him hard.

Charlie groaned, this girl kept surprising him. He was surprised that she wanted him at all. What was he but a stupid dragon tamer and she was one of the smartest people in Britain. He did not know what he did to deserve her except notice something that obviously everyone else was too stupid to notice. And she wanted him for it.

He shoved his hands into the mass of her hair to pull her closer and this time he made no reservations about kissing her how he wanted to, he pushed his tongue past her teeth and found her tongue, stroking it with his, leading it back into his mouth. He kissed her for what seemed like hours. She was mewling and squeezing his arms lightly. Finally Charlie pulled his lips away from her delectable mouth and sighed. “You’re amazing,” he murmured, looking up at her. “If you don’t want me to take this any further then stop me now.”

“The bed is much more comfortable than the floor,” Hermione said with a soft tone to her voice.

Charlie grinned. “I imagine it would be,” he said. Hermione moved off of him and when he was to his feet, he grabbed her up wedding-style and tossed her onto the bed. He admired for a moment the gorgeous picture she made until she began undoing her robe. He slipped onto the bed and settled himself between her legs—spread open wide like a wanton hussy.

He slowly began pulling the robe apart, savouring each centimetre of skin exposed to him. He licked and nipped his way down her body until he reached the top of her knickers. He looked up at her and could see the expectation in her eyes. She wanted him to do it. He moved further down and took a deep breath of the musky smell emanating from her. He groaned and had to rearrange himself on the sheets to put less pressure on his rock hard erection.

Slowly he brought his tongue to her knickers, liking through the silky material. Hermione gave out a moan. Charlie smiled and began liking and sucking her through the thin textile. He revelled in the noises that came from the goddess beneath him.

He felt a hand in his hair and looked up. “Please,” his goddess moaned.

Charlie slid her knickers down her legs and helped her remove the robe from her shoulders, leaving her entirely naked and vulnerable to whatever he wanted to do to her. He made quick work of his own clothes and once more settled himself between her perfectly-shaped legs. “Are you ready?” he asked softly.

“I need to know one thing,” she said softly, looking down at his weeping cock. “Are you going to leave me when we’re done?”

Charlie cocked his head. “What do you mean?” he asked, pressing his cock against her entrance, wanting to enter her, but not knowing what she was talking about.

“I mean,” she started, “when we’re finished, you know, fucking, are you going to go back over to your bed? Are you going to try and get away from me as soon as you possibly can? Are you going to leave me?”

Charlie looked at her as though she were an alien form. “Why would I leave you?”

She sighed, not wanting to go into this when she could feel his cock against her cunt, but needing to make sure she knew how he felt. “Because that’s what Viktor always did.”

Charlie pulled away from her, giving her an angry sigh. “Hermione,” he nearly spat out. “I am not Viktor! Will you stop comparing me to him?!”

He caught the look of fear and embarrassment cross her face and sighed, letting his anger out. “I know that he was the only other person that you’ve been with,” he said, moving back onto the bed and close to her, looking into her eyes. “But I’m not him, I’m not like him in any way, and if you’re going to compare me to him, then please do it in your head.”

“I’m sorry,” she said softly, closing her eyes and her legs, shifting to her side. “You can go if you want to.”

“And get some damn self-esteem!” The mood had been shot and buried, but he had to show her how much she meant to him, even if the thought of sex was completely shattered for the night.

“I’m sorry,” she said.

“Don’t apologise,” he said firmly. “I would never leave you,” he said. “I will never leave you, unless you want me gone.”

Slowly she shook her head. “I don’t want you to leave.”

He pulled the duvet up the bed and over their bodies, he put his arms around her and sighed as she rested her head against his chest. “Get some sleep, we’ll continue this in the morning,” Charlie said softly to her nearly-unconscious form.

“Mmm,” she murmured and soon slipped into unconsciousness, Charlie following soon after.

-o-o-o-o-o-o-

When Hermione opened her eyes the next morning, there was something red and fluffy in front of her eyes. As she focused in, she realised that it was hair. Charlie’s hair.

He was still there.

She shifted a little against him and moved her face further away from his so that she could get a good look at it. He was asleep. He was asleep next to her in the morning and they hadn’t even had sex.

She thought about something though, he said that he would never leave her, but what would happen when he had to go back to Romania at the end of the week?

She shook him awake and he smiled softly at her, an endearing smile that made her all warm and fuzzy inside. “Hi,” she said.

“Hello there, beautiful,” he murmured, quickly capturing her lips with his own. “How was your rest?”

“Very good,” she said. “It’s so much easier to sleep with someone next to you.”

“Mmm, it is,” he muttered. “You are so beautiful, you know,” he said, running a hand through her curls. “Anyone who thinks otherwise is just stupid.”

“You already know I’m going to sleep with you, you don’t have to compliment me anymore,” Hermione said with a slight smile. She was giddy because he was still here and with him telling her she was beautiful she felt like a school girl with butterflies and she didn’t want to feel that way right now.

“Fine, let’s just get to the shagging then,” Charlie said, half joking.

“Okay,” she said happily, and immediately kissed him, throwing an arm around his neck.

“But we had a conversation to finish,” he said.

“We can do it later,” she said, pushing a hand between them and reaching down to stroke his burgeoning erection. “Come on, I know you want me.”

“There’s the self-confidence I was talking about,” Charlie said with a smile.

“Stop talking,” she moaned. He complied and shifted them over so that he was once again lying cradled between her thighs. He kissed her lips softly, then stronger. He placed openmouthed kissed along her jaw and neck, marking her with love bites as he moved past her neck to her breasts.

He had absolutely no problem with her having small breasts, he always thought that more than a handful was too much anyway. He propped himself up on one arm and used the other hand to fondle one of her pert breasts, licking around the areola and nipping it, making it grow hard in his mouth. His attentions were bestowed upon the other mound and then his lips were sliding down her ribcage, through the rift between her bottom ribs and to her navel.

He nudged it a little with his nose and then dove in, licking and sucking at the indentation in her tummy. He rather liked that she had somewhat of a tummy, at least he knew that she was healthy, he lay his head on her stomach and thought that it would also make a good pillow. He smiled at that thought and then looked back up at her.

Hermione’s eyes were clouded over in lust. Her nostrils were flaring and she was looking at him like if he didn’t do something soon she would kill him.

“What do you want me to do?” he asked.

“No more teasing,” she said, “please.”

“Please what, Hermione?” he asked, just to make the moment go on.

“Make love to me, Charlie,” she said in a breathy whisper.

Charlie smiled and moved back up her body. He had wanted this woman for years now and it was amazing that finally she would want him back. Had he known before that it had been three years since she had last had sex, he would have tried to get her into bed long before now.

His hips once more cradled betwixt her thighs, he kissed her, hard. Then, quickly making sure that she was ready with a finger swiped across her pussy, he thrust. Hermione moaned out loud at the intrusion. Charlie was big. Charlie was bigger than Viktor. Charlie was more handsome than Viktor. Charlie was sweeter and nicer and oh! better at this than Viktor. Hermione closed her eyes for a brief second to rid herself of the thoughts of her ex-boyfriend that did nothing more than treat her like a piece of filth, and opened her eyes back up to focus on the man above her.

Charlie smiled as she opened her eyes back up. “Done thinking about him?” he asked, dragging himself out of her and thrusting back in.

“Who?” Hermione asked in a mock-innocent voice.

“Exactly,” Charlie said and leaned over to kiss her, making love to her mouth as he made love to her body. One hand was holding him up as he thrust over and over into her delicate body. She was moaning and held his hair in her hands. He caressed her cheek softly as he looked into her eyes, knowing that she would never think of another man. It would only be him, from now on, he would make sure of it.

Hermione saw possession in Charlie’s eyes and the thought alone made her arch her back in pleasure. Charlie knew he was close and his rough thumb pad found Hermione’s clit. He stroked it in time with his thrusts and finally she fell of the pinnacle that she had been climbing. With her hot sheath tightening around his cock, Charlie hit his peak, growling her name as he came, pouring his seed into her body.

Collapsing together, they fell exhausted back to sleep.

-o-o-o-o-o-o-

The week passed by quickly. On the second day that Charlie was there, Harry found Hermione and Charlie in the bathroom, Charlie pounding Hermione against the cupboard and proceeded to tell everyone about it.

Hermione didn’t care however and was happy to get it out in the open. Charlie seemed happy, too, and they continued shagging every moment they got. Every night he would make love to her, fuck her, and then try a new position that she had never tried before. Every morning, she would wake up to him already inside her, and sometime during the day she would be pressed up against some hard surface, holding onto him as he fucked her against it.

It was the best week of Hermione’s life. She didn’t even care about the presents that she got on Christmas (they were all books), just that she got to go back to Charlie that night and spend hours with him naked beside her, on her, and inside her.

The end of the week came too quickly for Hermione’s liking though, and at the end of the week, she was not sure how to ask Charlie if there would be something happening between them after the week was over. She knew that he was going to go back to Romania, and that is a long distance to apparate. It would take almost all of his energy just to apparate that far and then she would only get to be with him for a little while.

She decided just to let it go. They had had a wonderful week together and he probably wasn’t looking for more anyway, so she would just let him go back to Romania and not bother him with relationship questions. She knew from the beginning that he just wanted in her knickers anyway…and he got into them many, many times. Hermione sighed. That she was going to miss. But maybe he would come visit her once a week or so and get into her knickers again.

-o-o-o-o-o-o-

Hermione was to leave the next morning and still Charlie had not said anything about what was going to happen afterwards. He asked her when she was leaving, but said nothing about owling her or coming to see her or anything.

She was lying down next to him, exhausted, sweaty, and naked, when finally he said: “I’ll try and come see you…as often as I can. But, I’m not sure how often that’ll be.”

“It’s all right,” Hermione said, though she was smiling inside. “I know how busy you’ll be, and how hard it would be to get all the way here.”

He looked at her then. “I told you I’d never leave you, Hermione, but I do work hundreds of miles away. I…I don’t know what else to do.”

“It’s fine,” Hermione said seriously. “I understand. I wasn’t expecting a relationship out of this one, albeit amazing, week. You can come see me when you can and we can owl each other in the meantime, if you want.”

“Yes,” he said with a smile. “We’ll owl.”

-o-o-o-o-o-o-

It was Christmastime at the Burrow. It was always a fun Christmas to spend it with the Weasleys and Hermione always enjoyed it. She had especially enjoyed it last year, though she thought that this year couldn’t much top that. At least she had someone to spend the holiday with this year. She was not completely alone anymore, though she did feel it sometimes.

She and Charlie had owled back and forth for the first couple of months, but soon they had run out of things to talk about and it had died down to a letter a month or so, which Hermione’s owl was deeply grateful for. Charlie had only had time in his hectic schedule to come and visit Hermione once while she was free of her hectic schedule.

So they had drifted apart. Hermione still had the memories of that week, but they were nothing compared to the real thing. Molly was helpful, telling Hermione that soon Charlie would come to his senses and decide to play Quidditch again and be home for her, but Hermione knew that that would never happen. Charlie would never leave his dragons, just like Hermione would never leave her House-Elf campaign.

They were too different to be together, but Hermione hoped that she would see Charlie here again this year and maybe they could be together for this week, if only this one week out of every year. She wouldn’t mind that, as long as someone wanted her for that long.

She had already been here a day and was lying down in the bed that her and Charlie had shared so many memories in the previous year. There was a soft knock at the door and Hermione turned in bed. “Yes?” she asked.

“Hermione dear, Charlie’s here.” She could hear the smile in the older woman’s voice.

Hermione smiled. “I’m decent, he can come in,” Hermione said as the door opened and a small sliver of light sliced the darkness of the room. A figure in a hooded robe came into the bedroom and closed the door behind him. He slid his robe off and put it onto the chair by the bed. Hermione noticed that Mrs Weasley had not conjured up a second bed like she had the previous year.

“Hermione,” he said softly.

“Hey, Charlie.”

“I haven’t talked to you in a while,” he said, trying to make out her face through the slight moonlight coming in through the window. “Are you seeing anyone?”

Hermione laughed. “No, Charlie, I am not with anyone, I only want you.”

He sighed. “Good.”

Then he was on her, their clothes pushed and ripped away with haste until they were skin on skin on the small bed. Charlie was kissing her neck and his fingers were playing with her nipple and it was like they were back to where they were a year ago. It felt absolutely amazing and Hermione could do nothing but lay there and take it all in. She smiled and ran her fingernails down his back, just like she knew he liked. He smiled and sucked on her collarbone, marking her.

It was furious, hard lovemaking. Charlie couldn’t wait another moment and thrust in, slowing as she winced, but going faster until she was screaming his name. Hermione was moving her hips in motion with his trying to get him in deeper and deeper with each thrust. Neither of them lasted very long, Charlie coming moments before Hermione. Hermione breathed long and hard, catching her breath as Charlie readjusted himself so that he was no longer on top of her, but still inside her.

“I’m moving to Scotland,” was the first thing he said when he caught his breath back.

“Scotland?” Hermione asked, her mind still in a post-orgasmic state.

“Yeah, they’re opening a branch of our reserve in Scotland, I volunteered to head it up.”

Hermione tried to figure out for a moment what that meant. “So…you’ll be close enough to apparate?” she asked.

“Nearly every day,” he smiled and kissed Hermione.

“Oh, Charlie, that’s…that’s incredible!” she laughed.

“I know,” he said. “I’m sorry that I didn’t come to see you as often as I wanted to…I just, I was really, really busy, and I know you were too, and…gods Hermione, I really won’t leave you now because it’ll be closer and I can see you every day and it’ll be great.”

Hermione almost cried she was so happy. But she had one thing to tell him, something that would make this not such a happy reunion.

“Charlie…I just…I have to tell you about something,” Hermione said in a soft whisper.

But just then, the person at the foot of the bed made his presence and Charlie nearly died at the sound.

He got up quickly and walked to the foot of the bed where in a pram there was a baby boy, crying for his mum.

He hadn’t noticed the pram before because it was dark, but he could see now that his eyes were adjusted to the dark the red hair and dark brown eyes of the baby lying there. He dropped to his knees and touched his thumb across the baby’s forehead. It stopped crying and looked up at him. Curiosity shone on its face before it smiled and held out its hands to be held.

Charlie looked quickly at Hermione, who looked both scared and happy at the same time. She was waiting for what Charlie was going to do and…assuming that it was his child…he picked up his son and cradled the boy in his arms.

“That’s what I wanted to tell you about,” Hermione said.

“He is mine, right?” Charlie asked.

“Who else’s would it be?” Hermione smiled.

Charlie smiled. He was a father. He and Hermione were parents. They had conceived last year when they had had that copious amount of sex in that one week.

“What’s his name?” Charlie asked softly as he held his son.

“Jonathon Charles Granger,” she said. “But I call him Jack.”

“Jack,” Charlie said softly, looking back to his child.

“So…you like him?” Hermione asked awkwardly.

Charlie looked at her for a moment, noticing that she was still trying to figure out what he was thinking. He kissed Jack on the forehead and put him back in the pram. He got up onto the bed and kissed Hermione. “Yes, I like him,” he mocked gently. “I love him, Hermione. How can I not if I’m his father.”

“You are,” she said.

Charlie stopped for a second. “Why didn’t you tell me about him?”

Hermione took a deep breath. “Uh…” she started. “Well, you see…” she stopped.

“What?” he asked probingly.

“I did it on purpose,” she said.

“You got pregnant on purpose?” he asked, surprised.

“It wasn’t to trap you into a relationship or anything,” Hermione blurted out. “I just…well, I knew that you weren’t going to be there for me, because you care too much for the dragons and I wanted someone to be there for me, you know?” she finished pathetically. “I know, it wasn’t a very smart move, but I…I just didn’t want to be alone forever and it seemed like a good time to not be alone anymore.” She finally looked up into his face and he seemed like he was trying to hold back a smile.

“I’m going to be here for you now, Hermione. I’ll be close, I’ll be able to take care of you and Jack. I know you didn’t try to trap me, but it seems you have after all,” he said and before she could speak again said: “But happily trapped, Hermione,” and kissed her firmly.

/story

A/N: Let me know what you think. :D