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Author's Note: the reason Charlie or his wife did not use magic is because they live around muggles and are only allowed to use discrete amounts. yeah, I made that up, but it works for the story so deal with it.
Charlie Weasley was scared.
Yes, the ex-Auror and dragon tamer was dead scared of one thing: his wife.
"Honey, I'm home!" Charlie stuck his hand into his pocket, hoping that his wife wouldn't see it. A dragon had gotten overly aggressive and bit him but it wasn't the worst that had ever happened to him as a dragon tamer, so he shrugged it off and planned on fixing it himself later."Where are you, love?"
She responded, "In the kitchen, Charlie," He ambled down the hall into the kitchen, his bulky body tired from the day's exhaustions. Charlie sat heavily down onto a stool in front the island, putting his head down on the corner, stone-cold tired. His wife, who was chopping celery for dinner, stuck the knife into the cutting board as soon as she saw Charlie lay his head down on the countertop. She paused hesitating for him to say something. "Charles Arthur Weasley, I know you did not just come into the house and not say anything to me…"
Charlie sighed, came around, and smiled good-naturedly, "I know, I know," Charlie came up to his wife, who only stood about five foot two and reached the middle of his chest. He took her face into his hands and kissed her soundly. "Now does that satisfy you woman?"
She nodded and peered into his eyes, just enjoying his touch, "I missed you, love."
He dipped down again, whispering, "and I you." The kiss was gentle, sweet, and slow: just like their relationship. They parted lips again, and just looked soundly into each others eyes.
"Charles, why do you have a gash across your entire hand?" His wife tore away angrily, rummaging around for something.
Charlie rubbed his uninjured hand on his forehead, "I got hurt at work, love; it's no big deal." He leaned against the counter, waiting for the diatribe to explode upon him…but it didn't happen
"Hold out your hand, Charles," His wife waited for him to do so, and took the proffered hand lovingly…then poured lemon juice into the wound, and held his hand steadfast while the lemon did the work.
Charlie made a fist and pounded it into the counter, the searing pain being too much for him, "God! That burns, woman."
She smirked, "I know." Then she did the unexpected, she closed the injured hand and then kissed it.
Charlie looked at her and smiled, "Now, only you, Hermione, could get away with that."
Charlie Weasley looked at his wife as she went about her business in the kitchen, and decided that being scared of Hermione Granger-Weasley wasn't a bad thing. Just like being married to her.
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