A/N: I own nothing at all.

I'm slowly getting back into the groove of writing again so please bare with me as I test out a few things with writing. I hope you enjoy the story!

"There's a stick digging into my back." Hermione groaned as she tried to flip onto her side in the confines of the sleeping bag.

"You know what will help with that?" A sleep heavy voice responded from a few feet away after she'd made the transition from her back to her side.

"Shut up, Charlie."

"Do you know what will help with that, Stone?" the voice asked again, sounding a bit more awake and a bit more disgruntled before she heard the crackle of a fire. Her silence wasn't considered a response and he answered his own question. "Falling asleep will help. I told you to come over in my bag and be done with it but you and your moral high ground took the other side of the tent. Now go to sleep, woman, I'm tired."

"Charlie Weasley!" She gasped, turning….or some of twisting, around to face him, her eyes narrowing when she saw him wide awake and smiling at her.

"Doll, I know you think this is some test but it's not." He said softly, his eyes watching her as she rolled his worlds around. "Stop overthinking it."

"It's my first proper camping trip with you and your family, I don't need them knowing we're sleeping together before we're married."

The laugh that answered her statement was enough to wake the campsite if he would've kept it up.

"Shut up, Char, you'll wake the others."

"Oh my gods, My Own, are you serious?" he asked, wiping a hand over his eyes to get rid of the tears of mirth.

"It's not funny, Charlie, I want to make sure to we start this engagement without anything major happening. I don't need your mum hating me for….."

"Hermione, shut up and listen to me. You've been coming on Weasley camping trips for years and I….hush, and let me finish," he said when she tried to interrupt. "And I don't think you wearing a ring on your hand makes a difference in your likability from my family."

"Oh, you don't understand, Char, I….."

"I wasn't finished. Now, a ring doesn't change anything and my mother would never think less of you if we shared a sleeping bag. It's bloody cold out and…."

Hermione looked over at him and saw his cheeks pink. "And what?" she asked, curious to know what would make the usual blunt man hesitate.

"Well…..and she...um…"

"Oh just say it, Charlie, if you said nothing could change her opinion of me I don't see why this should give you pause."

"You sure?" he responded, a sly smile on his face as he met her eyes. "Get in my bag before I tell you then?"

Hermione huffed a breath, which she thought she might have seen float in front of her, before she unzipped her bag and quickly made her way over to her fiance's bag, which he was already holding open for her. She slipped in and snuggled against him as he zipped back up and pulled her a bit closer.

"All set, love?" he asked before pressing a kiss to her temple and copping a feel.

"Yes, I think so. Now tell me." she said with a soft laugh, attempting to hit his chest but finding herself well and truly snug against him.

"Ok, my mum won't look at you any different because…." he kissed her nose when she looked up at him as she waited for him to finish. "Because she walked in on us a few months back. Safe to say she knows we share more than a sleeping bag."

Hermione felt her mouth drop open and couldn't find a word to say to him, her face flamed red and she was sure there was a mortified look on her face. She was so lost in her thoughts at the sudden information that she almost missed his next words.

"About bloody time you stopped talking. Now go to sleep, love, it's almost midnight."