In Bed - 15/18 - All Ages - Charlie/Hermione
Title: In Bed (15/18)
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: Hermione can't sleep after moving house. Charlie/Hermione.
A/N: Written for books_freckles weekly challenge #38: Sleep. Sequel to Miles Away.
Word Count: 500.
Hermione's fingers gently brushed along Charlie's jaw. There was something a bit voyeuristic about watching him sleep. He looked so open and vulnerable, younger than normal.
They had spent all day moving their things into their new house, Charlie insisting on moving the heavy boxes himself. She had tried to remind him that she was perfectly capable of using magic to move the boxes. She had a feeling, though, that he was just trying to show off.
Charlie had fallen asleep almost as soon as they had climbed into bed, but Hermione just couldn't fall asleep. It was strange being in a new room, and part of her just wanted to go back to her old place, even though it was bare and no longer belonged to her. The house didn't feel like it belonged to them yet, although Charlie had expressed an interest in spending the weekend breaking in every room. He'd told her that would really make it theirs, and pinched her arse.
Hermione had blushed furiously at this lewd suggestion, busying herself in sorting out her books on the bookshelf - she had a very particular order that she wanted to put them in and the monotonous task was enough to take her mind off taking up Charlie's suggestion right then and there. However, she definitely wasn't going to say 'no' to Charlie's proposition, and had proceeded to cancel any plans for the weekend.
She brushed his hair away from his face, sighing. This was so exciting - a place of their own. It wasn't his, it wasn't hers: it was theirs. Theirs. How could he be sleeping?
Sighing again, she lay down beside Charlie, resting her head on the pillow. It was cold beneath her head as she stared up at the unfamiliar ceiling. How long would it be before this place felt like a proper home, though? There were still boxes in the corner, and things didn't feel like they were in the right places; nothing was where she expected it to be.
When she heard a light snore beside her, Hermione had to bite her lip to stop herself from laughing. Even though the curtains were hung up with magic and the cutlery seemed to have disappeared en route between Charlie's old flat and the new house, Charlie was there, as solid as ever.
She had no doubt that he would wake up in the morning, stagger out to the kitchen and try and make himself a cup of tea. Then he would pull on his ratty pair of jeans and run a comb through his hair as he whistled some truly terrible 80s pop song.
Maybe it wasn't the building that made a place a home; she had felt the same disconcertion when she had first started spending the night at Charlie's and when she had first started Hogwarts.
Maybe it was the person you were with. Hermione turned onto her side, gently touching his bare chest. Home was where the heart is.
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: Hermione can't sleep after moving house. Charlie/Hermione.
A/N: Written for books_freckles weekly challenge #38: Sleep. Sequel to Miles Away.
Word Count: 500.
Hermione's fingers gently brushed along Charlie's jaw. There was something a bit voyeuristic about watching him sleep. He looked so open and vulnerable, younger than normal.
They had spent all day moving their things into their new house, Charlie insisting on moving the heavy boxes himself. She had tried to remind him that she was perfectly capable of using magic to move the boxes. She had a feeling, though, that he was just trying to show off.
Charlie had fallen asleep almost as soon as they had climbed into bed, but Hermione just couldn't fall asleep. It was strange being in a new room, and part of her just wanted to go back to her old place, even though it was bare and no longer belonged to her. The house didn't feel like it belonged to them yet, although Charlie had expressed an interest in spending the weekend breaking in every room. He'd told her that would really make it theirs, and pinched her arse.
Hermione had blushed furiously at this lewd suggestion, busying herself in sorting out her books on the bookshelf - she had a very particular order that she wanted to put them in and the monotonous task was enough to take her mind off taking up Charlie's suggestion right then and there. However, she definitely wasn't going to say 'no' to Charlie's proposition, and had proceeded to cancel any plans for the weekend.
She brushed his hair away from his face, sighing. This was so exciting - a place of their own. It wasn't his, it wasn't hers: it was theirs. Theirs. How could he be sleeping?
Sighing again, she lay down beside Charlie, resting her head on the pillow. It was cold beneath her head as she stared up at the unfamiliar ceiling. How long would it be before this place felt like a proper home, though? There were still boxes in the corner, and things didn't feel like they were in the right places; nothing was where she expected it to be.
When she heard a light snore beside her, Hermione had to bite her lip to stop herself from laughing. Even though the curtains were hung up with magic and the cutlery seemed to have disappeared en route between Charlie's old flat and the new house, Charlie was there, as solid as ever.
She had no doubt that he would wake up in the morning, stagger out to the kitchen and try and make himself a cup of tea. Then he would pull on his ratty pair of jeans and run a comb through his hair as he whistled some truly terrible 80s pop song.
Maybe it wasn't the building that made a place a home; she had felt the same disconcertion when she had first started spending the night at Charlie's and when she had first started Hogwarts.
Maybe it was the person you were with. Hermione turned onto her side, gently touching his bare chest. Home was where the heart is.
C H A R L I E A N D H E R M I O N E