An Owl and Dragon Christmas

An Owl and Dragon Christmas


Why did she think coming out here would be a good idea? Yes she wanted to be alone for the Christmas, well at least in the evening.

Hermione spent the days with her parents until they took off for their three week cruise. They asked Hermione to come along, but she was never fond of boats.

So now she is here sitting in her uncle Seth’s isolated cabin in the middle of nowhere trying not to think about how lonely she is.

Mrs. Weasley asked her to join them for Christmas dinner, but Hermione didn’t really want to be around the ever growing Weasley family. She loved them as much as her own family. She just didn’t need the reminder that she had no one special to share this time of year with.

Hermione was seeing someone, but she wasn’t sure how serious he was anymore. He was the other reason she didn’t want to spend the holidays at the Burrows. She knew he might show up, he is after all Charlie Weasley.

Their relationship started over a year ago. Hermione just broke up with Ron, and the second oldest Weasley caught her attention.

In the beginning the relationship was fun and sexy. They didn’t tell anyone at first, they met in secret. They tried to act casual around each other when their friends and families were around, but the couple always sneaked off when no one was looking; they would Apparate away and make love to each other all night long.

That all changed three months ago, when their friends and family found out their little secret. After that he stopped coming home as often, and when he was in town it was all about shagging and nothing else. She tried to ask him what was wrong, but Charlie always changed the conversation. Then two months ago he stopped coming home and owling her all together.

Hermione had enough of his games, which is why she is sitting alone in front of a roaring fire staring into the flames hoping it would tell the answer to her dilemma.

“Who am I kidding? He will never want me for anything serious.”

Hermione got up from her worn out chair and went to the window of the small cottage. It started snowing when she arrived and had not let up; in fact it was getting worse. Not that it mattered; she had no plans on leaving anytime soon. If there was an emergency she had Floo access. Being a witch did have its advantages.

She walked to the small kitchen to refill her tea and to cut another slice of the bread she made earlier. She switched on the portable radio that her uncle always kept in the kitchen. Christmas music blared out of the speaker and Hermione was tempted to turn it off, but decided that she liked having background music. Maybe it would take her mind of the ache in her heart.

She never told him that she fell in love. She wasn’t sure of it herself until she stopped hearing from him. At first she denied it and thought of it more as an infatuation or just plain lust, but as she thought about it more she realized just how fast the red haired, dragon keeper had made his way into her heart.

Hermione made up her mind, next time she saw Charlie they are going to sit down and have a very long discussion on their relationship and were it stand. Even if she had to go to Romania herself and not leave until they’ve worked out or broken it off.

She was still in the kitchen, contemplating whether or not to break out the cookie dough when she heard a thump coming from the living room.

“What the bloody hell,” Hermione whispered. She grabbed her wand and made her way to the living room to see what the noise was. In front of the fireplace, lying on the floor was the person who had been plaguing her mind all night, Charlie Weasley.

Hermione quickly went to his side to make sure he was alright. He was passed out and smelled of alcohol. “Charlie!”

His eyes fluttered open and he let out a low groan.

“Charlie, get up!” Hermione was angry at this point. How dare he come here after everything he has put her through?

“Hermione?” Charlie croaked out.

“Very good, now that we established who I am, what are you doing here?”

“What are you doing here?” Charlie asked her sounding very confused.

Hermione rolled her eyes. Great just what she needed, an inebriated Charlie, that someone else pushed though her fireplace!

“I am staying here! What are you doing here?” she demanded.

Charlie sat up slowly and looked around, taking in his surroundings. “I don’t know?”

“How did you get there then?” Hermione yelled.

Charlie cringed. “I don’t remember.”

“What is the last thing that you do remember?” Hermione asked, her anger was letting up but she was still very annoyed at the intrusion.

He tried to think for a moment. “The last thing I remember is drinking fire whiskey with Harry.”

Hermione’s eye’s narrowed. Of course, Harry would have something to do with this. She will deal with him later; right now she has a very drunk and still sexy red head to deal with.

“Here, come and sit down on the couch, you don’t want to catch a cold. Merlin knows you are a grumpy when you are sick.” She helped Charlie to the small couch in front of them.

“Bite me!” he grumbled.

“Tempting, but no; would you like something to eat.”

Charlie shook his head, and then winced. His head was already starting to pound.

Hermione let out a small sigh. It was going to be a very long night.

*~*~*~*

Two hours later, after Charlie sobered up a little, with the help of a pot of strong, black coffee and some Pepper-up potion, they were sitting in front of the fireplace on opposite sides of the couch in an uncomfortable silence.

Hermione was the first to start talking. She couldn’t take the quiet any more, he was here and now she wanted answers for his actions for the past three months.

“Charlie, why are you here?”

He turned from the fire and looked at her. “You weren’t at my parent’s house this afternoon.”

“No, I wasn’t. I didn’t feel like being around everyone today.”

“I waited for you, but you never came.”

“I told your parents and Harry that I was not going to be there today. There was no reason for you to be waiting for me. Besides I didn’t know you were going to be there,” she stood up to refresh their coffee. At least that was the excuse she was using.

Charlie stood up, keeping Hermione from leaving the room. “Of course I was going to be there, that is my family.”

“Exactly, YOUR family not mine. I’m not always going to be at your family’s celebrations,” Hermione bit back.

Charlie grabbed her by the shoulders; shaking her a little harder then he intended causing Hermione to drop the empty coffee mugs. “For god’s sakes Hermione, do you really believe that? You have been apart of the Weasley family ever since my idiot brother became friends with you.”

“Charlie please!” Hermione was on the verge of tears, but not because he was shaking her, but because of what he just told her. Was she really been apart of their family?

“How do you think my parents felt when you told them you weren’t coming? How do you think Ron or Harry felt?” Charlie stopped shaking her; he had tears swimming in his eyes. “How do you think I felt?” he choked out.

Hermione’s eyes softened. “Charlie, I...” She hesitated, where was this coming from? If he wanted her to be there why has he been ignoring her for the past three months? “I didn’t realize it would mean that much to you.”

This made Charlie even more upset. “Of course it did! Why would you ever think it wouldn’t?”

Hermione didn’t want to have this conversation right. Something wasn’t right, why was he acting this way? It almost seems like he still cares for her. “Charlie I can’t discuss this with you right now. You’re not thinking straight.”

Charlie started to seethe. “Hermione, why are you avoiding me?” He asked in a dangerously low voice.

Hermione’s eyes narrowed and she started to pace the floor, which is never a good sign.

“What are you talking about; you are the one who has been avoiding me! You haven’t written or came home in months. Why would you think that I was the one doing the avoiding?”

Charlie stared at the witch, “Hermione what are you talking about, I wrote you three time a week!”

Hermione stopped mid pace her tone went from anger to confusion in just a fraction of a second. “What? How is that… but I never…” Hermione closed her eyes to calm herself, had everything thing she went through in the past few months been a big misunderstanding? “I never received any letters. But that doesn’t explain why you were avoiding me when you were home!”

“I was scared,” Charlie whispered to himself.

“What did you say?” Hermione asked as her eyes widened, did she just hear him right?

Charlie shook his head. “Nothing, never mind.”

The witch let his comment go for now. “Did you every get any of my letters?”

“No, nothing for the last two months. I thought I’d scared you off.”

“You could never scare me off,” Hermione whispered. “I didn’t think you wanted to see me again.

Charlie pulled her into a bone crushing hug. “Of course I wanted to see you. How could I not, you are a beautiful, bright and wonderful person, I would be stupid to let you go.”

“Charlie, I can’t breathe,” Hermione gasped.

He loosened his grip, but did not let her go he wanted to keep holding her. He almost lost her because of the stupid owls losing his letters.

Hermione breathed in his scent; she had tears running down her cheek. “So you didn’t want to stop seeing me?”

Charlie lifted her chin up so she was looking at him. He wiped the tears on her cheeks away with his thump. “Oh, baby why would you ever think that?”

“I figured you found someone else closed to the reserve and you didn’t want to see me anymore.”

Charlie pulled her back down on the couch, keeping her in his lap. “Hermione, love, listen to me. I’m sorry about the lost letters. I should have known something wasn’t right when I stopped hearing from you.”

Hermione cut him off. “You don’t have to explain.”

“Yes, I do. If you were at my parent’s house tonight you would have known, along with everyone else.”

Hermione shook her head to clear her thought. “Charlie, what are you talking about?”

Charlie looked at her. “Hermione, I know we’ve only been seeing each other for six months, I know that I am not around that much, but the last two months almost killed me. Not hearing from you, I thought you found someone else.”

“Why didn’t you come to see me, if you thought something was wrong?”

“I couldn’t, there was a crisis on the reserve. Nobody was allowed to leave unless it was a real emergency. I’ll explain what happened later,” he said, knowing Hermione was going to ask questions. He wanted to say what was on his mind first so there would be no more confusion about how he felt.

“What are your feelings for me?” Hermione asked.

Charlie looked into her chocolate colored eyes, “I fell in love with you.” Hermione’s eyes widened. “I don’t know what the future will hold, but I am hoping we can face it together.”

For once in her life Hermione could not find any words, all she could do was stare. All of her fears for the past few months have been for nothing, he didn’t want to leave her, and he felt exactly the way she did.

“I though you didn’t want me anymore, that what we had was just a fling.”

“I do admit that it might have started out that why, but after our first night together I knew that this was not a fling.”

“I though you were out of my reach. The older, sexy Weasley who works with dragons would never be interested in a bushy haired, bookworm witch.”

Charlie laughed. “I though you were way out of my league, the brilliant, sexy witch, who helped bring down Voldemort.”

“We’re both idiots aren’t we?”

“Yes.” Charlie took the opportunity to capture Hermione’s full lips with his own. “It has been way to long since I’ve tasted you.”

Hermione moaned into his mouth, giving him the opening he needed to slip his tongue inside.

“Mmm, you still taste just like I remember, of peaches and cinnamon.”

“I’ve missed you Charlie,” Hermione whispered as a tear slid down her cheek.

The dragon keeper licked away the stay tear as his hands made their way under her red jumper. Hermione whimpered as she felt rough, callous hands on her smooth bare skin. Her nipples instantly hardened at his touch.

“You have too many clothes on Hermione.”

“Then do something about it,” she said in a challenging voice.

Almost instantly Charlie had ripped off her jumper and laid her down on the couch. “I’m going to get reacquainted with your delectable body.”

He kissed her forehead, each eyelid all the way down to her shoulder, breathing in her scent as he went. He slowly edged her lacy bra off her shoulders, too slowly for Hermione’s liking.

He took her firm nipple into his mouth. The course fabric of the lace intensified the sensation of his actions. Hermione sobbed, “Please!” It wasn’t a request, it was a demand.

“Shh, patience Hermione. You don’t want to rush me, do you?”

He continued to kiss and lick his way down her body until he reached the waistband of her jeans. “Still too many clothes on,” he whispered, as he tugged at the zipper.

Hermione barely registered that he had taken off her pants and knickers. She was so aroused by Charlie’s talented mouth on her, time didn’t exist.

“You are still over dressed.” Hermione grabbed at his sweater and tugged it over his head. That is when she saw several new burns on his arms and chest.

“Charlie what happened?” she asked concerned.

“I’ll explain later, first I want to finish what I started.” He said as he tugged off his pants and boxers.

“Make love to me, Charlie.”

The red haired wizard didn’t need to be told twice. In one quick swift move he sank into her moist heat. “Been too long, I can’t believe I survived this long without you.”

Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck bring him in closer so she could kiss his lips. Her hands ran down his back, she felt a few more fresh burns. Her fingers automatically went to the red Chinese Fireball tattoo that lazily sat on his left shoulder blade. She felt the bumps and fresh scar tissue of a recent burn covering half of her favorite tattoo.

If Charlie hadn’t been thrusting in and out of her aching core she would probably want to get a better look at the damage.

The couple didn’t say much through their love making. That was very unusual for them, Charlie loved to talk dirty to his witch, and Hermione loved the dragon keepers rough and dominate love making, but tonight was about reconnecting with each other after a long absence.

“Charlie, I’m not going to last much longer.”

“You are so beautiful when you come. I want us to come together.”

He sped up his pace, he was also close. “I love you!”

Hermione never knew that those three little words would make her come so hard. “Love you too!” she screamed when she slipped into ecstasy, pulling Charlie into bliss with her.

A few minutes later Hermione became aware that Charlie’s full weight was on her. “Charlie, I can’t breathe.”

“Sorry,” he said sleepily. He shifted a little so he was lying on his side but still was covering most of her with his body.

“Charlie, why do you have so many new burns?”

“There was a rouge dragon on the loose that was impregnating all of the female dragons. There was a new birth every three days. We had a hard time keeping up. The females were becoming very violent and protective of their young. They weren’t letting anyone near them.”

Hermione’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “Is that possible? I thought dragons only had one mate for life?”

“Normally they do, but with the shortage of male dragons, it was a matter of survival.”

“Was anyone hurt?”

“Not seriously, mostly just a lot more burns then normal,” Charlie half laughed. Truth was he had some close calls, but he didn’t want to worry Hermione.

“One of the burns is covering my favorite tattoo,” Hermione said sadly

“The Chinese Fireball?”

“Yeah, I love that one.”

“Me too, when it heals I am going to try to have it redone.”

“Maybe I will get one too, this time.” The witch said with a smile. Charlie has wanted Hermione to get a tattoo but the witch was a little skittish around needles.

“What would you want to get?”

“Not sure maybe you can help me choose?”

“I would love too but right now I want to repeat what we just did. Only this time in a bed where there is more room to maneuver.”

The witch giggled as he picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. “Happy Christmas, Charlie.”

“Happy Christmas, Hermione.”

Happy Christmas indeed! Hermione finally got what she wants for Christmas, the one man she's always thought was out of reach.


A/N: Thank you Hellkat75 for looking this story over for me. Please feel free to leave a review.