Warnings for this story: 1. There will be lots of sex(some of it non consensual). 2. Draco is very Dark and Obsessive. If you like stories where Hermione falls in love with Draco, this is not the story for you. He is not a nice guy in this, and is not someone Hermione could ever fall for. 3. There will also be a lot of Non/Con. As I said, Draco is not nice. 4. This is a story of Draco blackmailing and controlling her against her will. It will be hot and heavy, but it will not be pleasant. This is not a romance. You have been warned.

Disclaimer – JK Rowling owns HP.

Paper Airplanes

Chapter 1

Malfoys always got the best of everything. Being one of the oldest wizarding families in history gave them the idea that they were better than everyone else. They believed nothing is of greater importance than being a pureblood, and therefore, considered themselves some of the most important people alive.

Lucius Malfoy, who had been raised this way himself, was determined to make sure his son had the best of everything. His son Draco was a very spoiled child, and Lucius gave him absolutely anything he even hinted at wanting. He could never say no, or tell him that there were limits to life. Being the only child of the most important family in history(according to them) should never want for anything, so Draco Malfoy never did. Well at least he didn't... not until one day in Diagon Alley, when Lucius noticed a twinkle in his eleven year old son's eyes. A twinkle that was sure to ruin several generations of perfect breeding.

Lucius had just finished buying Draco's schoolbooks for his first year, and went to meet his wife at Ollivander's. They were going to be buying Draco's first wand, making it a very proud day for the Malfoy's. Narcissa and Draco were already there, waiting for it to be Draco's turn. They were currently watching a young bushy haired brunette try out the wands. She picked up the next one and immediately all the parchment in the room started to fold themselves into paper airplanes and began to race around the room. Ollivander was laughing and saying it was the most impressive thing he had seen an eleven year old create with only a touch of their first wand.

Lucius was also quite impressed himself by the little witch. Well he was... at least until he saw the muggle couple applauding in the corner. 'Great', he thought sarcastically knowing exactly what that meant, 'another Mudblood.'

And that was when he saw it; that twinkle in his son's eye. He knew that look. He knew what Draco was thinking, and he would have to have his first serious chat with him before he went off to Hogwarts.

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That night, as eleven year old Draco was getting ready for bed, his father entered his room and asked him to sit.

Lucius sat at the very edge of the large canopy bed looking stern and serious. "Draco, do you remember why I told you Malfoy's are one of the greatest wizarding families of all time?"

"Because of our blood." Draco answered promptly and proudly.

"And what makes our blood so great?" Lucius asked.

"Purity. Only pure blooded witches and wizards have married in our family. So we have only the purest magic."

"Correct." Lucius said proudly. "And why is this important?"

"Because it makes our magic more powerful than everyone elses'." Draco answered.

"Exactly. Which is why, when you go to Hogwarts in a few weeks, I want you to remember who to keep as your friends. Specifically, only befriending witches and wizards who come from pureblood families as well."

"Yes father."

Lucius stood and turned to leave, happy that his son had understood. Well he was… until Draco's next question stopped him dead in his tracks.

"Do you think that girl at Ollivander's today will be in Slytherin? She sure seemed to have powerful magic. She must be a pureblood."

Lucius cursed under his breath. This is exactly what he had been afraid of. He turned back to face his son, making sure his stern aura was still in place. "Son, I saw her parents in the shop. They were muggles...that makes her a muggleborn. A Mudblood. Her blood is dirty and she is not worthy of her magic. That trick with the paper was a fluke. She is beneath you, and you are not to become friendly with her. Do you understand?"

Draco groaned.

Lucius gave his son a furious look, causing him to gulp. "I said do you understand?"

Draco put his emotionless mask back in place; having mastered it at the early age of six and a half. "Yes father. I will insult her, and any friends she might make."

"Good." Lucius smirked, "And what do we call wizards who become friends with her kind?"

"Blood traitors?"

"Correct you are." He nodded. "Now get some sleep. The Parkinson's will be visiting tomorrow and I'm sure little Pansy will be happy to see you."

Lucius finally left and headed to bed feeling better. He was sure he had gotten through to his son.

As soon as his father left, Draco fell back into his bed and groaned. He had quite liked the little witch he had seen earlier that day. She had seemed both smart and powerful, much more so than that dimwitted Parkinson that liked to hang all over him. He would just have to see when he got to Hogwarts if the girl with the crazy hair was really a muggle born or not. Who knows, maybe his father was wrong. And if he was, Draco knew exactly who he would be spending all of his time with.

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(7 years later)

Draco was out in the gardens of Malfoy Manor drinking his morning coffee with breakfast. He was dressed in all black, as usual; and looked quite content with his life at the moment. The war had been over for just over two months, and things had turned out just to his liking. The Dark Lord was dead, and no longer inhabited his childhood home. He was no longer there to bully his family about, and make everyone miserable.

Lucius had been able to avoid going to Azkaban, but had to give up all control of the family estates and accounts. Draco, being next in line, had inherited it all. He was now in charge of all of the Malfoy accounts, businesses, and properties; while his father was on house arrest for the rest of his life. His father could no longer tell him who to love or who to marry, and he knew just the girl he was going to bring home next summer.

Now that he was the one in control, he had plans. Plans dear old dad couldn't do anything about.

He would be returning to Hogwarts in just a few short weeks, and was determined to finally get what he wanted. He was sure that by graduation Hermione Granger would be his. His plan was simple; he was going to apologize for his bad childhood habits, and slowly woo her by showing her he had changed. He wanted her to know that he no longer saw her and other muggle-borns as less than purebloods. He was confident that his plan would eventually work. Firstly, it would work because he had seen her reject the Weasel's advances in the great hall after the final battle, and that meant that she was currently single. Secondly, it would work because he would suddenly be a gentleman and that would intrigue her into falling in love with him. The only thing standing in his way now would be the time it would take to get her to change her mind about him.

Two thick letters dropped in front of him; bringing him out of his thoughts. He saw the Hogwarts emblems on them and quickly ripped them open. A shiny Head Boy badge dropped out of one of them, and a smirk appeared on his face as he read the corresponding letter.

Dear Mister Malfoy,

As another year is fast approaching, I have come to my decision on the Heads for the upcoming year. With great pleasure I would like to inform you that you have made Head Boy. I would also like to take this time to let you know that the position of Head Girl will be filled by none other than Hermione Granger. I am aware that the two of you have had issues in the past, but it is of utmost importance that you are able to work together this year. With more students than ever returning we need to unify the houses to promote peace. Congratulations, and I look forward to seeing you on September 1st.

Sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Headmistress

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Draco had only truly smiled a few times in his life, due to the smirk that was usually plastered on his face instead. This particular letter caused one of those few genuine smiles to grace his lips. For the next ten months he was going to be living with the object of his desires. This was going to give him extra time with her, and make his plan even easier than he originally thought.

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Hermione woke up in the Burrow three weeks before the start of term for her final year. She looked to her right to see a tame of red hair, the owner of which had his face buried deep into a pillow. The sheets had slipped down low on his bare back to reveal his intricate dragon tattoo, and he let out a sleepy snort. She smiled and kissed his shoulder gently before slipping her nightgown back on. As quietly as possible she snuck out of his room, and made her way back to the one she shared with Ginny.

The war had been brutal, but the Weasley's had been lucky. Bill had emerged from the final battle with only his injuries from Greyback the year before. Percy was physically unharmed, but had PTSD from all of the horrible things he was forced to do inside the Ministry. Yes, George had lost an ear, but was taking it quite well. His main focus was on his twin. Everyone thought Fred had died, but George noticed at the last possible second that he was still faintly breathing. His body had been taken to St. Mungo's where he was transferred to the coma ward; the ward where he was still residing. The healers said that he was still healing internally, but they expected him to make a full recovery eventually; though it would still take several months.

Charlie had arrived quite late to the final battle, but was able to bring one of his tamed dragons along with him. A Welsh Green by the name 'Pete' had arrived with him via portkey, and Charlie had used him to take out several of Voldemort's Trolls and Giants; burning them to a crisp. Charlie saved lots of lives by taking out so many of the Giants, but had injured his right leg horribly in the process. One of the Troll's clubs had smashed into it before Pete could take him out. His leg had healed a considerable amount, but there had been irreversible damage and he was no longer fast enough to dive and dodge the dragons on the reserve. He had been quite depressed to be forced into early retirement at the age of 26, but started to get over it quickly. Especially when a certain witch with curly hair started catching his eye. He had moved back home to the Burrow until he was to start his new position at Hogwarts as the Care of Magical Creatures professor.

Hagrid had survived the war, but had decided that living at Hogwarts was too painful after everything that happened there. Madame Maxime offered him the gamekeeper position at Beauxbatons, and he had gladly accepted; moving to France. It had been rumored that Hagrid had proposed and they were planning their wedding for the following summer. They had all agreed that no one deserved happiness as much as Hagrid.

After the war ended, Hermione had moved into the Burrow to help everyone settle back into a normal routine. Ron had hoped that they could start a romantic relationship once things had settled, but Hermione just couldn't get over the fact that he abandoned them in the forest. Sure she had forgiven him, but that action had killed all romantic interest she had for him. She suffered a momentary lapse in judgment when she kissed him during the final battle, but afterwards had felt awkward and strange about it. When he leaned in to kiss her again later that evening she'd had to let him down easy. For several weeks afterwards he had been quite distant with her, but things finally seemed to be going back to normal between them. They both knew that Harry needed them to all go back to the tight group of friends they had been before the war.

Things were finally starting to get back on track in the life of Hermione Granger. She was going back to Hogwarts for her final year to take her N.E.W.T.S.; her two best friends and Ginny beside her. Not to mention a certain former dragon tamer that she was secretly shagging would be coming to Hogwarts as well.

Their little affair had started only two weeks after the final battle. Everyone else had gone to St. Mungo's to visit a comatose Fred for the day, while Hermione had decided to stay and finish the book she was reading in case the bedridden man upstairs needed assistance. Charlie had been told to stay off his leg for another week, and had been confined to the house. Hermione had agreed to keep an ear out if he needed anything while she was enjoying her novel.

"Charlie Weasley! What the bloody hell do you think you are doing? Are you trying to make your leg injury worse?" She yelled at him as she looked up to see him limping down the stairs.

He chuckled as he took the last step and grinned at her. "I was thirsty and bored, and my babysitter was no where to be found. Looks like she got lost in a book...again."

She leaped up out of her chair, and carefully dragged him over to the sofa to help him lay down; purposely ignoring his jibes. "Do you want to be permanently crippled?"

"Wouldn't that be the life?" He said sarcastically.

Hermione smacked his chest before putting a pillow under his injured leg. "Why didn't you call for me? I would have brought you a drink and kept you company."

"But then you wouldn't be annoyed with me." He joked.

She threw a pillow at his chest, which he caught, before she disappeared into the kitchen. He watched her closely in amusement as she walked away from him.

A minute later, he was still smiling devilishly at her as she came back into view with a large glass of water.

She handed it to him; finally noticing his facial expression. "Alright, what is it now?"

"You're really quite adorable when you're aggravated….did you know?" He said as he gulped down the water; his eyes never leaving her. She rolled her eyes; scoffing before starting to walk back to her chair.

She stopped when his hand suddenly grabbed a hold of her wrist. Turning to scold him again she stopped abruptly; noticing his charming good looks and how different he seemed to be from the younger Weasley boys. His chest was toned from the years he spent on the reserve and his eyes were the brightest blue she had ever seen. She suddenly couldn't believe she had never noticed how handsome he was before.

Before she really realized what she was thinking, he had pulled her down on top of him and pressed his lips to hers. She gasped in surprise, not expecting her best friend's older brother to do something like that; to her of all people. The parting of her lips gave his tongue entrance into her mouth and he gently took to exploring hers before he nipped and licked at her upper lip. He waited for her to kiss back before greedily pulling her tighter against him.

She had honestly never felt this much passion from a kiss before, and quickly gave in to the temptation. As she kissed back, matching his every move, he decided he had her right where he wanted her. He quickly flipped them off the couch and onto the floor; pinning her wrists beside her head. Charlie softly kissed down her neck before leaning back up to look into her eyes.

"I have wanted to do that for a very long time." He whispered, slightly out of breath.

"Really?" She asked curiously, also quite out of breath herself.

"Yeah...especially at Bill's wedding." He replied, fingers stroking her neck, "But I knew Ron liked you. So I told myself you were off limits."

"There is definitely nothing going on between Ron and I." She grinned feeling quite flattered by his hidden attraction to her. "So...you don't see me as a little girl anymore?"

"Merlin No!" He said while laughing. "I haven't for years now. Remember when we were staying at Grimmauld Place before your fifth year, and I left abruptly before Harry got there?"

"Yeah," She nodded. "You said there was an emergency back on the reserve, and you had to get back to Romania immediately."

"That was a lie." Charlie admitted truthfully, his cheeks turning slightly pink. "I kept having very naughty fantasies about you, and I made myself leave. I felt a bit creepy thinking that way about a fifteen year old."

She smacked his chest and laughed, "Liar."

He pinned her back down against the floor a little tighter, and adjusted his hips between hers. "Trust me, I would feel much better about myself if I hadn't been dreaming about getting you in this position for the past three years."

"You would, would you?" She asked flirtatiously. "So why do it now?"

He grinned down at her. "Because now that you are of age, and I know you don't feel anything for my youngest brother; I gather my chances with you are looking up."

He kissed her lips again before she could talk back. When she started kissing him in return, it gave him all the answers he needed.

Several days later she had given him her virginity. They had been sneaking around all over the house to snog where no one could spot them. They didn't want anyone to know about their relationship yet, not with Charlie having been offered the position at Hogwarts where she was still a student. Ron was also still sensitive over her rejection, and they wanted time to figure things out before upsetting anyone. Charlie was also worried that his mother would make a big fuss over it, and take Ron's side. They decided to keep whatever this was just between the two of them for a while to see where it went; and after he accepted the Hogwarts position they knew for sure they couldn't tell anyone until after Hermione graduated. For now it would have to be their little secret.

After everyone else was in bed that night, Ginny and Harry had slipped into Bill's old room for some alone time, leaving Hermione the opportunity to sneak into Charlie's.

Charlie woke to the feel of a body climbing on top of him, and lips immediately pressing against his. He grinned between kisses and pulled her closer. After a few minutes, he rolled on top of her, and pinned her arms down as he liked to do. Charlie liked to be in control, especially with such strong willed witches. Stroking her tongue with his he deepened the kiss; causing a moan to escape her lips. The sound traveled south, making him harden instantly.

She had been wearing only a long V neck t-shirt, and with her long curls fanned out around her head he couldn't help but want to further things along. He wasn't expecting things to go too far that night, but he had been so tempted by her the past few days he couldn't pass up an opportunity to feel her up at least a little bit. He kept kissing her passionately while daring to slide his right hand down the front of her V neck. It dipped down below the seam slightly, adjusting to the feel of her hot flesh against his fingers. After a few more minutes, his hand inched lower only to discover that she had not worn a bra into his room that night. He began to caress her bare breast as he trailed kisses down her jaw and neck.

Expecting her to push his hand away and scold him for his forwardness, he rolled a nipple between his thumb and finger to see how far he could go. He couldn't help but feel like a lucky man when she hummed in approval instead of pushing him away.

What had been an even bigger surprise was when she slid her hands down his chest and rubbed his hardened length through his sweatpants. He quivered at her touch and grabbed her hand; gently pushing it away from his stiffness. "Hermione we don't have to do that yet. I don't mind waiting. I shouldn't have touched you the way I just did. I'm sorry."

She ran her arms up and down his chest seductively and looked up into his eyes; his lust reflecting just as strongly in her own. "Don't be sorry, I liked it… and I want this. I want to do this with you."

He suppressed a groan that was itching at the back of his throat, and leaned up off her slightly. He knew she hadn't been with anyone before, and had been holding out for the right guy. Although he had tried to deny it to himself, he had been hoping for years that he would be the one to enter her first. Taking a deep breath to calm himself down, he kissed her lips sweetly. "I don't want you to regret your first time. Are you sure I'm the one you want to do this with?"

She nodded and bit her lip. "I'm sure I want it to be you. You drive me mad Charlie. I've never felt like this before."

He took several deep breaths trying to calm his racing heart. "If you keep biting your lip like that I won't be able to hold back."

She firmly rubbed his cock through his pants and bit her lip again on purpose, clearly trying to provoke him. "Maybe I don't want you to hold back."

Charlie Weasley could only take so much seduction from the witch laying beneath him, and he was clearly at the end of his rope. He grabbed his wand and cast a silencing spell, and privacy charm on the room before casting an extra charm on her stomach. Without any warning he tossed his wand away before ripping her shirt down the middle forcefully. Not only had she not worn a bra, but apparently she hadn't worn any knickers to his room either. She lay bare before him and he greedily drank in the sight of her young, naked body. Her breasts were not exactly large, but they definitely weren't small either. They were full and looked as soft as they had felt earlier. Her nether region looked just as soft and smooth as the rest of her, and he was sure she must have shaved just for him. She bit her bottom lip again as his eyes trailed over her body. This time he really had had enough with her teasing him.

He gripped both of her wrists in one hand and pinned them above her head; his other hand reached down to stroke her clit. "Oh you've done it now, I'm going to have to teach you not to provoke me." He breathed huskily.

She gasped and moaned as he sucked on the pulse of her neck.

Continuing to rub her with his fingers, he started to kiss lower down her chest before sucking her left nipple into his mouth. She whimpered under his touch and arched her back to bring herself closer to him. "Oh!" She moaned loudly.

"It's a good thing I cast a silencing spell because I am going to have you screaming before the night is over." He licked up her rib cage before sucking her nipple back in his mouth, his eyes still locked onto her heated face. "Don't hold back in fact, I want to hear your screams of pleasure when I make you come for the first time."

His dirty talk made her moan even louder, as he dipped his fingers inside her for the first time. She was tighter than any other witch he had ever felt, and he couldn't wait to be inside her. "You're so wet for me." He egged her on.

"Charlie please. I want you." She begged and started grinding up and down on his fingers.

He kept two fingers inside her and started rubbing her clit with his thumb in a circle. "Not yet…I want you come first. You need to be wet and ready for me." He said seductively before swirling his tongue around her other nipple and biting it gently. "Plus; this is what you get for teasing me earlier." He added as he put more pressure on her with his thumb; knowing she was getting close.

She rocked against his hand before screaming out as the first wave hit her. He couldn't help but think how beautiful she was when she was like this. He was proud that he was the first one to give her that experience. Shaking as she came off of her high, he quickly vanished her ripped top before removing the rest of his own clothing. Her breathing started to return to normal as she noticed they were now both completely bare to each other; his skin pressing intimately against her own.

"I have never felt anything quite like that before." She gasped.

He chuckled before kissing below her ear, "Just you wait until I'm pounding you into the headboard." She gasped as his fingers rubbed her entrance gently again. "Fuck….You're absolutely drenched."

Her eyes widened in anticipation as she pulled him into another passionate kiss. She gripped his erect cock in her hand and started to pump it up and down, testing out a rhythm that felt natural to her. The moan in his throat finally erupted, and he pinned her down against the mattress in response. "I'm going to try and be gentle, but I'm not sure how that is going to go after what you've been doing to me all night."

Hermione grinned and kissed down his jaw before sucking on his neck, she brought her hips up to grind against his. She wanted to entice him into taking her, she wasn't sure how much more foreplay she could stand. She wanted to feel him inside of her right that second. "I want you to show me what it feels like. Teach me, take me, make me see stars."

He moaned deep in his throat a he aligned himself at her entrance. "I've wanted this for a long time." Wetting the tip, he pushed in about an inch; she felt fantastic already. He looked into her eyes to verify if she was okay and to reassure her that she was safe with him. "Tell me if you need me to pull out and I will." He said steadying his breathing.

She nodded and wiggled her hips to let him know she was ready for more. He slowly pressed himself in the rest of the way, making her squeal in a mixture of pleasure and pain. To him she felt perfect, her tightness squeezing his cock in all the right places. He stayed still to not only give her time to adjust to his size, but so he could revel in the feel of her.

After another moment, he leaned down to kiss her with all the passion he could muster up. "You have the hottest, tightest cunt I have ever had the pleasure of being inside." He moaned into the kiss.

She squealed in delight as he finally started to move in and out of her. He was attempting to keep it gentle, as not to hurt her, but he wanted nothing more than to pound into her with all of his strength. She began to rock her hips against his every thrust, clearly getting into the rhythm he had created. Once he was sure she was enjoying it, he picked up his pace.

"Faster Charlie." She whimpered in need.

He didn't trust himself to speak, only nodding as he gripped her hips to hold her steady. Without pause, he slammed into her; making her scream in complete pleasure. He continued to slam into her while rubbing her clit with his thumb again. She had given him the gift of being the first one to share this with her, and he wanted to make her know she'd chosen the right person to. Driving into her over and over again; he realized her tightness was already pushing him close to his own orgasm. He slowed down trying to last longer, wanting her first time to be perfect. Soon she started to shake, and he knew she was getting close again. He leaned his head over her chest and sucked her nipple back in his mouth. Sensation overload tipped her over the edge and she screamed out her second orgasm. Her release caused her to tighten around his cock and after a few more thrusts he joined her.

Both drenched in sweat, he rolled off of her and pulled her against his chest.

"That was even better than I imagined." She gasped through her heavy breathing.

He laughed and kissed the top of her head. "You're telling me."

Hermione went into her and Ginny's shared bathroom to shower and dress for the day; relishing in the memory of her first time. They had been sleeping together almost every night since, and they had no intention of stopping. The chemistry was undeniable between them, and the age difference no longer seemed to matter. The only issue seemed to be that they hadn't yet talked about what they were going to do when they went back to Hogwarts. In fact, there were only two weeks left until he had to leave himself.

Charlie had to be there a week before term started so he could get settled in, and his first lessons planned. The only real problem in their relationship was that he was going to be a professor, while she was still a student. If anyone found out about them he would not only be fired, but sent to Azkaban as well. Part of her wondered if they would be able to stand being that close to each other without kissing or shagging. Another part of her knew that it would be worse if she had to go a full ten months without seeing him at all. They were both very conflicted about what to do, and they were also running out of time.

As she made her way down into the kitchen to start the tea, a tapping came from the window driving all thoughts of Charlie from her head. It was a large barn owl with several letters from Hogwarts tied to its leg. Hermione grabbed the thick letters and gave the owl a treat before it flew off again into the sky.

She noticed two letters were addressed to her and she began to rip them open. The first seemed to be the standard book list and ingredient requirements for potions; though the second held much more exciting news. A shiny new Head Girl badge fell into her hand, making her squeal in delight. She had always dreamed of becoming head girl, but thought with double students in the seventh year that she might have missed her opportunity. She hastily opened the letter, and read her old Head of House's writing.

Dear Miss Granger,

I am pleased to inform you that you have made head girl for the upcoming year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. There truly is no one better for the job than you; you have most definitely earned it. I also wanted to give you notice that the Head Boy is to be Draco Malfoy. I understand that in the past the two of you have been less than friendly, but it is my sincerest hope that you two can make it work. I know you question my choice, which is why I wanted to explain my reasoning to you in this letter. Last year with the Carrows in charge there was little I could do to protect the students. Draco really stepped forward and challenged them with his father's high rank and status in Voldemort's inner circle. He would step in and tell them when enough was enough, and even helped Poppy brew healing potions to soothe the damage left by the cruciatus curse. Things would have been a lot worse for many of the younger students if it was not for him last year. He has truly earned the Head Boy position, and it is my sincerest wish that the two of you will bring about a unified Hogwarts in the dawning of a new wizarding world. I hope my explanation has been sufficient enough to qualm your worries about Mister Malfoy.

Congratulations.

Sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Headmistress

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

To say that Hermione was shocked would be an understatement; Draco Malfoy was perhaps the last person she thought would be made Head Boy. He had been breaking rules his entire sixth year by fixing the vanishing cabinet. Not to mention that he had let Death Eater's into the castle, and caused the death of Dumbledore. Was she really going to have to live with him in the head dorms for ten months? Another thing that surprised her was to hear that the new headmistress had relied on him during the previous year; the year she had missed while searching for Horcruxes. Had he really kept some of the younger students safe from the Carrows?

In true Hermione fashion, she decided she was going to make the best of the situation. She was going to be civil and work with him to the best of her ability; just hoping that maybe Malfoy had changed, and he would do the same.

As she folded her letter up, the tea kettle started to whistle and she took it off the stove. She laid all of the other letters out on the table, one each for Harry, Ron, and Ginny before pouring herself a cup of tea. Just as she was adding her usual cinnamon stick to her cup, arms wrapped around her from behind and she felt lips and teeth nip the back of her neck.

"Charlie!" She whispered. "What if someone sees?"

"Sorry." He turned her around with a big grin and kissed her nose. "I just can't help myself when it comes to you."

"Well you better get used to helping yourself." She said as she smacked his chest. "If you do that at Hogwarts you'll go to Azkaban, and I will lose my head girl position!"

"I know, I know." He groaned before his eyes went wide. "Wait…your what position?"

She grinned and held up her badge. "I just got this five minutes ago."

He picked her up and kissed her thoroughly while spinning her around. "In that case… I believe some congratulatory shagging is in order for this evening." He wiggled his eyebrows making her laugh.

She looked around and listened intently to make sure no one else was awake yet before kissing him again.

"I would love nothing more Charlie, but I really think it's time for the talk. We need to figure out what we are going to do when you leave in two weeks."

"Yeah..I know." He huffed as he looked away from her. He had known this conversation was coming, and as much as they needed to have it, it was the last thing he wanted to think about. "I know we do."

"I think we are going to have to stop whatever this is while we are at school." She said sadly.

He looked at her, clearly not happy with her solution. "If that's what you want." He said glumly.

"It's not what I want." She replied irritated. "It's what we have to do so you keep your job. It's what we have to do to keep you from being sent to Azkaban for having relations with a student."

"I know, I just hate that I finally have you and we have to take a break for almost a year." Charlie sighed in frustration. "I am starting to wish I hadn't taken this job at Hogwarts."

She took a step toward him and rubbed his chest with her hands, "I'd still be going back to school. We still couldn't be with each other as we are now. At least this way you can still see me every day, even if you can't touch me."

He nodded and rubbed one hand up and down her back. "I don't want to lose you Hermione."

"You won't." She wrapped her arms around his waist, and rested her chin against his chest.

After a few moments silence she spoke up again, seduction in her voice, "Just so you know, I completely plan to make up for any lost time next summer."

His mood perked up at her statement, and his eyes locked on hers. "Why not get a jump start now?" He asked huskily and apparated them upstairs to his bedroom before she could protest.

Her clothes were vanished before her back even hit the bed.