This is a fanfic I've been working on. I'm an avid Harry Potter fan, and this isn't my normal ship, but I've been reading other Charlie/Hermione fanfics and I couldn't resist trying my hand at my own.
Standard disclaimer: All HP characters belong to JK Rowling, Warner Bros, and publishing companies. If they were mine, do you think I would be writing fanfic?!
"It's not what you think, Ronald!" Hermione shouted, tears starting to form at the corners of her eyes.
"Then tell me, Hermione! WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO THINK WHEN I CATCH MY GIRLFRIEND SNOGGING MY BROTHER?!!"
"It just happened, Ron, it..." she tried to explain before he cut her off.
"It just happened? IT JUST HAPPENED?!" Ron shouted back, incredulous, "THAT doesn't JUST HAPPEN! So how long have you two been at it, huh? How long have you been running around behind my back?"
"What?! We haven't..." Hermione stuttered, appalled at the thought of cheating on her boyfriend of 3 months and friend of several years. Anger started to kindle behind her inital shock of getting caught.
"Ronald Weasley, I cannot believe you would accuse me of such a thing!" Hermione spat in a venoumous, quiet voice that should have warned Ron from experience to back off. As usual, he pushed ahead.
"BECAUSE I CAUGHT YOU SNOGGING MY BROTHER! ON THAT BED! IN THIS BEDROOM!!"
"Would you let me explai..."
"WHY SHOULD I?! I'm not STUPID! I'm just sorry I didn't figure it out sooner!" Ron spat angrily, his voice going hoarse from shouting.
"FINE! If you won't attempt to listen to an explanation or reason, I won't waste my breath. You obviously don't trust me. It's over, Ronald." Hermione stated coldly, pointing her wand steadily at his chest. "And don't you dare follow me or I will hex you where the sun doesn't shine!" She apparated to the den of the Burrow, leaving a stunned, pale and open-mouthed Ron sitting on the bed.
Harry and Ginny sat on the couch in the living room, quietly listening to the entire argument when Hermione suddenly appeared before them. Startled by her livid expression and pale countenance, Harry attempted conversation.
"Heya 'Mione! What's going on?"
"Don't start with me. You know perfectly well 'what's going on'! You're friend is a stubborn, jealous, overbearing GIT!" Harry shuddered at the quiet venom in her voice. Hermione's temper was not something to be trifled with. It was a pity Ron hadn't learned the same. "I suggest you go check on him." Taking the hint that she wanted to be alone with Ginny, Harry apparented into the bedroom where Ron still sat on the bed, his head in his hands.
Harry apparated away, leaving Hermione staring daggers at Ginny. She knew Ginny had something to do with this fiasco, she just wasn't sure quite what it was.
"Where the hell is Charlie?!" Hermione asked, pointing her wand at the youngest redhead.
"Uh, I'm not sure 'Mione..." Ginny started. Hermione narrowed her eyes at the younger girl.
"You know where he is! TELL. ME. NOW!" She shouted, her voice getting louder with each step she took towards Ginny, her wand still focused on the range of her face.
"Look, Hermione, maybe you should calm down first..." Ginny tried to reason.
"Ginevra Molly Weasley, if you don't take me to Charlie this instant you'll rue the day you taught me your bat bogey hex!" Hermione flared. Ginny breathed a sigh of relief. This she could deal with. Shouting was second nature to all Weasleys. Well, the younger ones, anyway. This quiet anger of Hermione's, however, unnerved her a little.
"All right, don't get your knickers in a twist! Apparate me to George's flat and you can go to his room above the Three Broomsticks from there."
A few minutes and a loud crack later, she blasted the door to Charlie's room off it's hinges.
"Charles Arthur Weasley, you owe me one hell of an explanation!"
Edited 8-14-2007. Fixed some typos and made the fic DH friendly. I will include a mild spoiler warning before future chapters.