Author's Note: Hello readers! I hope you enjoy the 2nd chapter to this story. This chapter covers a very large span of time, but the story will begin to condense by the 3rd chapter. I would also like to add that although the intimacy is light in this chapter, it will become more graphic, so don't be surprised when that happens! Again, I hope you enjoy this chapter. Please review. The more reviews I receive, the quicker I tend to update.
Sincerely,
Bellastrange51
June 8th, 1999
Oradea, Romania
The sound of the water beneath the bridge faded away. His knees had gone limp, and he was shaking. He took himself back a moment, to remember how it all began.
The Quidditch World Cup, 1994
Charlie was decked out in Irish face paint and clovers. He made his way down the steps to the Firewhisky stand when a man walked directly into him.
There was a splash, and Charlie and the man were immediately soaked down the chest. Charlie looked up to see a vaguely familiar person. He was a tall wizard, thin but not as lanky as Charlie. He had chocolate brown hair, slightly messy, and he was bloody attractive.
"Merlin," the man said, "I am so sorry!"
"Hey," Charlie laughed. "I was going to grab some Firewhisky anyway. You saved me some galleons."
"Henry Beery," the man stated, holding out his hand for shaking.
"Charlie," the ginger replied, "I'm Charlie Weasley."
Henry's face suddenly changed in realization.
"I've seen you before," Henry remarked. "I think—"
"I think you were several years ahead of me at Hogwarts," Charlie suggested.
"Oh," Henry answered. "That too, but erm—"
Charlie tilted his head, looking puzzled.
"Forgive me," Henry continued, "but do you ever go the The Petrel?"
Charlie was taken aback for a moment. Henry couldn't tell if he was just surprised or totally offended.
"I'm sorry," he added. "My mistake." Henry took a step back, slightly nervous at Charlie's slow response
"Oh… no! Don't apologize!" Charlie exclaimed, breaking his surprise. "I have been there."
Henry grinned. "Would I be able to buy your drink, Charlie?"
Charlie was back in reality, and his reality seemed too good to be true. He looked down at the small box, the beautiful gold ring, and Henry down on one knee.
"Charlie Weasley," Henry stated, smiling like a fool. "Will you marry me?"
Bringing his dragon-scarred palms up to his mouth, Charlie nodded.
"Yes," he breathed, the excitement creeping in his throat. "Yes, I will."
Henry stood up and threw his arms around his lover. They kissed passionately for a few moments until Henry let go to put on the ring. Charlie would purchase Henry's the next day.
The wedding was small, but it was everything Charlie wanted. It was in rural Romania, just off the border of Hungary. Bill was the best man, and Molly and Tonks had planned the whole thing. The only bittersweet aspect was the absence of Fred.
They were invited to Remus and Tonks's home a few days after their honeymoon.
The four of them were having tea, coffee, and cake at the kitchen table, when a small cry was heard from upstairs.
"I'd better go get him," Tonks said, getting up from her chair.
Henry continued telling Remus about the latest play he was in. He had attended the Wizarding Academy of Dramatic Arts upon his graduation from Hogwarts.
"We are actually going to use a real head." Henry laughed. "It makes it all the better."
"Can't go wrong there," Remus replied. "And what about you Charlie? How are all your fire breathing friends?"
"Haven't actually been back yet," Charlie replied, taking in a forkful of yellow cake. "I'm actually trying to gradually get back into work."
"And considering the lovely spots on your neck," Tonks stated as she made her way back down the stairs, "you have a lot of excitement to come back from."
"Nymphadora," Charlie replied, blushing a bit. "Shut it." He placed a hand over his largest of hickeys. "And by the way," he added, "I was hoping I could speak to you in private."
"For sure," Tonks said brightly. She handed Teddy to Remus. "I'll take you into our bedroom."
They left the table and went down the hall. Charlie hadn't seen much of the new house yet. The master bedroom was nice, to say the least. It was formal and classy, but slightly exotic with the colour scheme. It was the perfect combination of Remus and Tonks.
"So what's up?" Tonks asked, plopping herself onto the four-poster bed.
"I just wanted to thank you," Charlie answered. "For…helping me…"
"Accept yourself?" Tonks suggested, smiling up at her friend who was standing before her.
"How is it you always know what I'm going to say?" he asked, giving her a light smack on the back of the head.
"I'm your best friend," Tonks answered simply.
Charlie nodded. There was an awkward silence until Tonks spoke.
"…Was that it?" she asked.
"Oh, yes," Charlie replied. "I just had to tell you."
Tonks giggled and hopped back up. "Love ya too, Charlie."
When they arrived back in the kitchen, Henry was holding Teddy.
"Charlie…Charlie!" Henry laughed. "Watch this…"
Henry tickled Teddy's stomach, and the baby's hair went from turquoise to bright purple.
Charlie grinned and sat back down in his chair.
"Well," Tonks replied. "If you ever want to babysit him…be my guest."
The rest of the evening was fantastic. Charlie and Tonks got into talking about their school days. Remus was surprised at how much trouble Tonks had caused the professors. He knew she was a handful, but nothing near what Charlie had described. Henry would jump into the conversation occasionally, but he couldn't get his hands off of little Teddy.
At the end of the evening, the newlyweds apparated back to their flat in Romania. It was tiny, with only one bedroom. Half of the pictures on the wall were of dragons, and the other half consisted various "artsy" things of Henry's.
"We should really get a house," said Henry.
"Too small for you?" Charlie asked. He hugged his husband from behind, and Henry placed his hands over Charlie's.
"A bit," he added. "Charlie, I've been meaning to ask you—"
"If I ever want a child?" he interjected, kissing Henry on the neck.
"How do you always know what I am going to say?" Henry turned around and placed his hands on Charlie's waist, just so he could kiss him properly.
"I'm your husband," Charlie answered. He gave his husband a peck on the lips.
Henry smiled. "Is that a yes then?"
"Yes," Charlie replied. "Give me some time…but it's a yes."
