Just Another

It was supposed to be a quiet night at the pub. Relaxing after a stressful week.

Hermione had been Head Nurse at St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries was a wizarding hospital in London for the last three years.

Currently dealing with several witches, wizards and dragonologist coming in with terrible burns.

A Hebridean Black and a Welsh Green crossed territories and in the mist of the fight at least ten came in daily until tonight when it got sorted out.

It was the first time Hermione felt like she had sat down in days. It probably was. Normally she wouldn't care, dragon burns weren't common in Mungos so that made it exciting and constant go, go kept her on her toes.

Even though the war was seven years ago Hermione still couldn't get used to the slow pace of things. A habit she didn't care to break.

But she was currently regretting it as she was running on about six hours of sleep over the course of three days and wanted nothing more than to relax and sleep for several days if she could get away with it.

So Hermione stopped by one of her favorite muggle pubs in London to have a drink and wind down. Hoping l that by the time her head hit the pillow tonight she would sleep so hard an angry dragon tearing down her flat it wouldn't even wake her up.

But her peaceful night was cut short when she felt a presence sit down on the stool next to her.

"Evening." A husky voice said.

Immediately she rolled her eyes so much for relaxing. Her quiet relaxing night was about to be ruined by some bloke trying to hit on her. Or so thought until she glanced sideways at the man.

"Charlie." He grinned at her shocked face.

"Been a minute yea?" He grinned which only made Hermione raise an eyebrow at him.

This was definitely out of character for him. Out of all the Weasley's she was the least closest to Charlie. Not that he blatantly ignored her when they both were at the Burrow. But he didn't exactly go out of his way to make conversation or even be alone with her in a room. Not out of rudeness they just had nothing that bonded them.

Of course Ron being well, Ron they of course had a bond.

With Fred and George they shared Hogwarts school and other certain memories. Like the punching telescope and Hermione helping them with some of the more difficult enchantments for some of the Weasley Wizard Wheezes products.

Bill was the next closest she was the one that delivered his and Fleur first child, Victorie.

Percy had become much more relaxed after the war and they have had several discussions over books and theories.

But Charlie what did they have to bond them? They were both prefects but several years apart.

"How are you Charlie?" Hermione said politely taking a drink of her beer.

"I've been alright. Can't say the same about a few of my mates you've been patching up at your fancy Hospital." Charlie chucked lightly taking a drink of his own beer.

"You've probably had quite a few days dealing with all that mess." Hermione added. "Oh nothing compared to you I'm sure Miss Head Healer."

Hermione set her beer down a fully turned in her chair towards him. Charlie and her might not be close but she still knew him just like all the other Weasley's. And he wasn't one to just give compliments unless he wanted something.

"What are you doing here Charlie."

"I'm just having a drink with some mates saw you figured I'd say hello is that so wrong?" Charlie said doing his best to look innocent.