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He just stood there. There she was, the woman he loved, in bed with another man.
His world had just caved in on itself. He was powerless over his mind. His thoughts were paralysed. They carried on, unaware that they had company. All he could hear was her voice- moaning. Just that sound made him queasy, after all, it was a sound that he had heard often.
He finally came to his senses, his vocal chords once again reinstated, and yet the only word he could utter was her name, "Sara."
At this, the bed buddies turned in unison, looks of shock and humiliation dawned on their faces. Sara pulled up the duvet, as if to cover her wrongdoings. Her mouth slowly formed the shape of a small "O" as the comprehension fluttered over her palely lit face.
"Charlie wait!" the young woman shouted as her boyfriend turned to leave. He paused briefly before fleeing the scene.
The woman pulled herself out of the bed and yanked on the shirt of the man currently residing in her bed and quickly stepped into her underwear, chasing Charlie down the stairs of their cottage. She caught up with him at the bottom and grabbed his shoulder, turning him forcefully to face her.
"Charlie" the sound of her voice stung him "I'm so sorry hun, it's just, well you've been away a lot lately and I didn't expect you home before seven."
"Oh yeah that's right, I do apologise, I'm early." He didn't even try to hide the hurt in his now wavering voice.
There was a long pause, broken by a stifled sob, which came from the scantily clad blonde twenty year old, standing awkwardly in the hall.
Charlie looked at his feet. "Sara, I love you. But it has to end. I thought that the three years we've been together meant something. But for you to gamble what we have for a quick, meaningless fuck tells me more about you than I could ever have even comprehended. It's over." His voice stayed calm. He had never been one to raise his voice, not even on the occasion of his girlfriend cheating.
She pleaded with him. She grovelled and cried but none of this mattered to him now. She didn't love him like he had thought. She hadn't been willing to wait a fortnight for his return when he once would have risked his life for her.
He delicately placed a chaste kiss on her lips and walked calmly out of the door when what he most wanted at that moment was to tear the whole place to pieces.
Once out in the cold December air, he allowed the tears finally to fall. Boys were not supposed to cry. Charlie never cried- he was always the shoulder to lean on, the one who listened to the problems of everybody else. Tonight, however, everybody else were forgotten. It was just him and his broken world keeping each other company.
An hour later, Molly and Arthur Weasley were discussing the best way to tackle those "pesky garden gnomes" when their fireplace glowed ominously and there appeared the figure of their second eldest child, carrying two suitcases and looking totally broken.
On the appearance of their son, Mrs Weasley stood and bustled over to the fireplace, knowing instantly that there was something very wrong, and she suspected she knew exactly what it was.
"She cheated on me" he mumbled, looking at the ground, unable to create eye-contact. With this, his mother engulfed him in a sympathetic hug and his father looked up from the dinner table, unsure what to say of do, so at the dining table he remained, simply observing the scene unfolding before his eyes.
So that's the first chapter up! like it? hate it? Whatever, please review if you want but if not that's fine, I don't do it for reviews :D xxx