Reigning Chamption - 13/18 - All Ages - Charlie/Hermione
Title: Reigning Champion (13/18)
Author: silvernatasha
Rating: All Ages
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Summary: Charlie is the Scrabble champion. Or is he? Charlie/Hermione.
A/N: Written for books_freckles weekly challenge #36: Glory. Sequel to Evening In.
Word Count: 500.
"Yes! I am the winner! The victor! Charlie, champion of the world!" The springs of the sofa squeaked dangerously.
Hermione frowned, rubbing her nose. "Are you going to be like that every time you win?" she asked in annoyance. Honestly. There was such a thing as being a bad winner.
"He does that all the time," Ron said with a nod. "Even if it's just like noughts and crosses." He looked up at Charlie, who was dancing energetically on the sofa. "How'd you get so good at Scrabble?"
Charlie sat down heavily, pulling Hermione onto his lap. Her foot caught the board, sending little white tiles skittering over the floor. She tried to squirm away from his m, but his arms wrapped tightly around her. "Lots of long nights in Romania." He shrugged. "It was either that or learn to knit and I kept dropping stitches."
Hermione, who had given up her struggle, was scowling. "I can't believe you beat me. At Scrabble!"
Harry, who was sitting on the floor, reached up, patting her leg. "Is someone a bit bitter that their boyfriend beat them?" He pouted playfully, making Hermione roll her eyes.
"It's only Scrabble," Ron added. "You'd thrash him at chess."
Charlie nodded. "I'm crap at chess." When Hermione looked interested, he poked her in the side. "We're not playing chess now." Hermione scowled, wishing that she could at least challenge him. She still couldn't believe that she had lost.
Ron frowned, looking around. "Pansy?" he called.
The brunette poked her head out of the kitchen. "Yeah?"
"What're you doing?"
She tossed her head, wiping her hands on her apron. "Trying to be a domestic goddess. You're interrupting me."
Ron blanched slightly. "You're... cooking?"
"Yes. Why? Are you saying there's something wrong with my cooking?"
He chewed on his bottom lip. "I don't think that we should expose people to your cooking quite yet." He beckoned to her. "Come and join us."
Noticing that Pansy looked a little apprehensive, Hermione smiled. "Save me from all this testosterone."
Harry flicked his wand: all the white tiles flew bag into the bag, the board righting itself on the table. "Anyone fancy another game?"
Ron grinned, picking up the bag of Scrabble tiles and shaking it in an attempt to coax Pansy to join them. "Come on. It'll be fun."
"Oh, I don't know..." Pansy looked dubious. When Charlie made a chicken noise, Hermione hit his arm. Honestly. Anyone would think that he was a teenager the way he was acting.
After a moment of hesitation, Pansy sat down, pulling off her apron. Charlie cracked his knuckles, making nearly everyone wince. "Right. Who am I going to beat now?"
Ron slung his arm around Pansy, giving her a squeeze. "Not my Pansy."
Charlie sneered. "Big talk, little brother."
"Oh, it's not big talk," Pansy said with a widening smile. "I'm very good. You're going down, Weasley."
With a slightly dreamy smile, Ron said, "I love it when she tells me that."
C H A R L I E A N D H E R M I O N E
Author: silvernatasha
Rating: All Ages
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Summary: Charlie is the Scrabble champion. Or is he? Charlie/Hermione.
A/N: Written for books_freckles weekly challenge #36: Glory. Sequel to Evening In.
Word Count: 500.
"Yes! I am the winner! The victor! Charlie, champion of the world!" The springs of the sofa squeaked dangerously.
Hermione frowned, rubbing her nose. "Are you going to be like that every time you win?" she asked in annoyance. Honestly. There was such a thing as being a bad winner.
"He does that all the time," Ron said with a nod. "Even if it's just like noughts and crosses." He looked up at Charlie, who was dancing energetically on the sofa. "How'd you get so good at Scrabble?"
Charlie sat down heavily, pulling Hermione onto his lap. Her foot caught the board, sending little white tiles skittering over the floor. She tried to squirm away from his m, but his arms wrapped tightly around her. "Lots of long nights in Romania." He shrugged. "It was either that or learn to knit and I kept dropping stitches."
Hermione, who had given up her struggle, was scowling. "I can't believe you beat me. At Scrabble!"
Harry, who was sitting on the floor, reached up, patting her leg. "Is someone a bit bitter that their boyfriend beat them?" He pouted playfully, making Hermione roll her eyes.
"It's only Scrabble," Ron added. "You'd thrash him at chess."
Charlie nodded. "I'm crap at chess." When Hermione looked interested, he poked her in the side. "We're not playing chess now." Hermione scowled, wishing that she could at least challenge him. She still couldn't believe that she had lost.
Ron frowned, looking around. "Pansy?" he called.
The brunette poked her head out of the kitchen. "Yeah?"
"What're you doing?"
She tossed her head, wiping her hands on her apron. "Trying to be a domestic goddess. You're interrupting me."
Ron blanched slightly. "You're... cooking?"
"Yes. Why? Are you saying there's something wrong with my cooking?"
He chewed on his bottom lip. "I don't think that we should expose people to your cooking quite yet." He beckoned to her. "Come and join us."
Noticing that Pansy looked a little apprehensive, Hermione smiled. "Save me from all this testosterone."
Harry flicked his wand: all the white tiles flew bag into the bag, the board righting itself on the table. "Anyone fancy another game?"
Ron grinned, picking up the bag of Scrabble tiles and shaking it in an attempt to coax Pansy to join them. "Come on. It'll be fun."
"Oh, I don't know..." Pansy looked dubious. When Charlie made a chicken noise, Hermione hit his arm. Honestly. Anyone would think that he was a teenager the way he was acting.
After a moment of hesitation, Pansy sat down, pulling off her apron. Charlie cracked his knuckles, making nearly everyone wince. "Right. Who am I going to beat now?"
Ron slung his arm around Pansy, giving her a squeeze. "Not my Pansy."
Charlie sneered. "Big talk, little brother."
"Oh, it's not big talk," Pansy said with a widening smile. "I'm very good. You're going down, Weasley."
With a slightly dreamy smile, Ron said, "I love it when she tells me that."
C H A R L I E A N D H E R M I O N E