Beta: none... all mistakes are my own(please let me know what you catch)

Disclaimer: The characters are not mine. I am only borrowing them for a little while and will give them back in one piece.

A/N: I have to add this here... I used a random generator that is not on the web for use at this time. A good friend of mine came up with it and sent me a copy of what he has on his computer. His name is lennister and I do hope he gets the chance to read this and sees that I am finally using that thing to write some. The prompt that inspired this was "Charlie Weasley / Hermione Granger / not giving up." I am also using the prompt blue from my table.

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Charlie made his way down the stairs to the kitchen of the Burrow. He thought it was early enough that he would be alone there, but one other person was there. Hermione was sitting at the head of the table with a single candle lit beside her and a pot of tea sitting on the other side.

Charlie was going to sit and pour himself a cup, but she beat him to it. Her hand trembled slightly as she handed him the cup. Charlie grabbed her hand with one of his, as he grabbed the cup with the other. Setting the cup down, he folded her hand in both of his.

She looked at him with wide eyes. "I'm afraid." was all she said.

He closed his eyes thinking of his lover. Taking a deep breath he exhaled and said, "I am too."

Just those simple words brought tears to Hermione's eyes.

He squeezed her hand and added, "but we have to be strong. Just think of what kind of shape Mum would be in if we ever told her this. We have to believe that they will be able to come back to us."

Charlie was hoping that he hadn't given too much away with that.

No one knew that he and Harry had been lovers for almost a year now. Charlie knew that he was in love with the younger man, but Harry had yet to say how he had felt for him. He knew that Harry was worried that something like this would happen and did not want to leave Charlie with a love cut short. Harry knew that he may not have survived this final battle.

Charlie had to take his mind off all that for now. He wasn't ready to give up on Harry just yet.

Hermione looked at the redhead holding her hand and squeezed his hand in return. She tried giving him a half smile and said, "He'll come back to you as soon as Ron comes back to me." Shaking her head she continued, "Harry has a knack for finding his way out of situations that would have many older men fleeing in fear."

She broke off and tears started falling down her cheeks.

Charlie's own eyes became a brighter blue as he fought back his own tears.

She knows, he thought to himself. She knows, and she telling me that it's ok.

"I'm the older one here, shouldn't I be telling you that it'll be ok?" He tried for a little bit of humor.

Hermione snorted and pulled her hand gently away from his and picked up her own cup of tea.

"You should be, but I won't tell anyone." She said back to him.

He scooted his chair around the edge of the table where he could put his arm around her shoulders.

They sat there as the rising sun started to turn the sky a little brighter.

Both hoping that the new day will bring some good news about the two they love most.