What happens if Hermione Granger is sent to work on ministry work in Romania? And what happens if she just so happens to stay with her fiancées older brother, Charlie Weasley?
Well you'll find out if you read this charmione fanfiction "The Fire of...
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"Hermione, I've had a thought."
"And What is that?" She looked up from her desk, eyebrows pressed together with curiosity.
"We need ministry work done in Romania."
"Yes, I'm aware." She noted, not sure of where he was going with this.
"Your fiancée, his brother lives in Romania does he not?"
At that moment Hermione thought of Charlie Weasley, for the first time since she had seen him at the Burrow many years ago. Her tongue clicked to the roof of her mouth. "Yes, that is correct. But what are you suggesting?"
"If it would be alright by him of course, I was imagining we could work out a situation where you could lodge there for a short while to complete the necessary work."
Hermione bit her lip in thought, spinning ever slightly in her chair. She hadn't saw anything the matter with the idea, only that she hardly knew Charlie. The fact he was Ron's brother, was all she knew.
"Or we could just send someone else, and-"
"-No." She interrupted. "I'll ask Ron about it, and I'm sure he'll agree."
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"Let me get this straight 'mione. They want to send you to Romania, for two weeks, just to do ministry work."
Hermione heaved a great sigh. "Three actually." She placed her book down onto the sofa.
"I'll write to him." Ron said with a hint of annoyance and yet compliance.
Within the week, they had their response from Charlie. He was more than willing to have Hermione stay at the Dragon Sanctuary where he worked. Therefore, Hermione packed her things, gave Ron a kiss on the cheek goodbye, and took the arranged portkey.
Arriving on grassy terrain that sloped upwards to vast fields, Hermione glanced around. There was a cobbled path leading down to what looked a small Wizarding village. She stood currently at a gate of the fence perimeter that encompassed most of the grass fields. Her skirt was slightly stained in mud, that she hastily tried to wipe off.
She looked up, sighing in compliance towards her muddy clothes, noticing two figures jaunting down the field. As they were closer she could make out one had many scars along with black untidy hair. The other, she took the liberty to infer was Charlie. She hadn't seen him in a long while, but he looked the same as she had remembered.
"Hello. It's Hermione right?" Charlie spoke, outstretching his hand. Hermione felt instantly the callous. "My apologies, we meant to be here on time, but one of the Horntails had a fit of fire breathing."
"Oh, no, It's perfectly understandable."
"This is Flyer." He motioned to the man beside him.
