DisclaimerAll Harry Potter characters are the property of JKR. But all original characters (Wenny, Carl, Dray, Emma, Shane, Russo, etc.) are the property of FaithInSnape & her friend. lol

Confusion

Written by: 'WennyG' (AKA 'FaithInSnape') & 'Carl'

Chapter Four: First Night

Wenny nodded slowly in reply to Carl saying they should leave, and stood up. "Where are we going?," she asked. Where could they go?

Carl stood up after her and began walking to the cabin. "Somewhere no one would expect us to be when we're hiding. The Leaky Cauldron. If you want to hide something, do so in plain sight," he told her as they reached the porch. He tried his best not to look at the Death Eater. He grabbed his wand which was lying next to the doorway and put it in his pocket, not wanting to claim it as his at the moment.

Wenny followed Carl into the cabin, glancing down at the Death Eater as she passed him. "The Leaky Cauldron?," she asked, a bit surprised, "well, I guess that makes sense."

Once inside the cabin, Wenny walked over to the fireplace. "I assume we're going by floo?," she said.

He nodded as he picked up the bag the was leaning against the wall. He took the pot of floo powder off of the table by the fireplace and offered it to Wenny. "Do you want to go first?"

"Sure, why not?," Wenny replied with a grin. She reached into the pot, grabbed a handful of floo powder, and threw it in the fireplace. "See ya in a few," she said as she gave him a smile and stepped into the fireplace. "The Leaky Cauldron."

A mere few seconds later, she arrived at the Leaky Cauldron and stepped out of the fireplace. She walked over and sat at one of the tables, waiting for Carl.

Carl watched as the fire turned green and the next second, Wenny was gone. He walked into the fireplace and dropped the floo powder in. "The Leaky Cauldron," he said, clearly.

He felt the wind and the ashes around him and the next thing he knew, he was lying on his back inside the Leaky Cauldron Fireplace. He stood up, dusting the ashes off of his cloak. He saw Wenny and blushed. "Still getting used to that," he said, shrugging.

Wenny giggled, "Awww, you're rather cute when you blush."

Looking around the room, Wenny didn't see anyone she recognized. She wondered if anyone was looking for them yet, besides the Death Eaters, of course.

"So, what is the plan?," she asked, wondering how long they would stay there, where they would be going next, and various other details Carl may have thought of.

He blushed even worse at Wenny's comment.

"We'll talk when we get a room," he said quietly. He went up to the counter and got keys to their rooms. He went back to her and then led her to her room and went inside.

"Mine's right next door," he said as he closed her door. "We'll stay here tonight and maybe tomorrow, but there's no telling when the Death Eaters will realize we're here," he told her.

Wenny grinned at his blushing, but didn't comment this time. She didn't want to embarass him any moreso.

Once they were inside her room, she sat on the side of her bed, listening to him. "Ok, so do we just...go about our normal activities while we're here? Well, as normal as possible, anyway. Or do we need to kind of stay in our rooms or something,...like hiding out?," she asked.

"Definitely the latter," he said with a grin as he sat down on the bed next to her. "At least for now anyways."

He sighed and looked down at the ground. "I'm so sorry about earlier Wenny. About all of this."

Turning to look at him, Wenny shook her head. "It's ok, Carl." Of course, she wouldn't soon forget about the earlier scene, but the initial shock had worn off a bit. "Just promise me that you'll try not to do it again." She knew it wouldn't be easy for him, but...perhaps if he promised her, he'd be at least a bit more likely to gain control over his 'temper.'

He nodded. "I promise," he told her. He put his hand on her neck and leaned in, but stopped himself. He didn't know if she would even think about kissing him after what he had done.

"Thank you," she said quietly. She looked at him for a moment, then gave him a small smile before leaning in and kissing him.

He smiled against her lips as he kissed her back, gently at first, but then deepened it.

Wenny gently placed a hand on his cheek as she continued the kiss. After a few moments, she pulled back a bit and looked at him, reaching up to tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear. Maybe it was the stress of the situation they were in, or maybe it was just him, but she didn't trust herself very much at that moment. She considered telling him to go to his own room, but she didn't want him to.

Carl sensed her hesitation. He stood up. "We should probably get some rest," he told her, looking down at her with longing. "Who knows when we're going to get time to sleep."

"Ok," Wenny said, looking up at him and nodding slowly. She looked away for a moment, then looked back up at him. "I'm sorry," she said quietly.

"What do you have to be sorry for?" he asked her, looking at her as if she had lost it. He sat back down on the bed next to her, looking at her curiously.

Wenny blushed a bit. She couldn't tell him the true answer to that question, that she had stopped their kiss because didn't trust herself around him at the moment. "Well, for running you out of my room," she replied. It wasn't the whole truth, but that was as close to the truth as she was willing to admit.

He nodded and gave her a quick kiss. "I don't blame you," he said with a smile as he stood up and walked to the door. He turned around and looked at her. "Good night," he told her as he opened the door and went out, closing it behind him.

Wenny watched Carl leave and then smiled to herself. She was definitely crazy about him. Almost too much so.

She hadn't brought any extra clothes with her, so she went to bed fully dressed. Compared to earlier that morning, when she found it somewhat difficult to fall asleep, this time, Wenny fell asleep fairly easily. Because, for the moment at least, her mind wasn't preoccupied by their current life-threatening situation, but rather by the guy that had just left her room.

Carl went into his room, took off his shoes and laid down in the bed, putting his hands behind his head, staring up at the ceiling. He couldn't go to sleep for awhile, with all the thoughts in his head.

This girl, the one in the very next room, was changing him. He knew it, but he liked it. If it wasn't for her, he shuddered at the thought of what he would have become.

The following morning, Wenny woke up and glanced around the room. She had never been a morning person, though, so she merely rolled over and soon found herself falling back asleep. Her father used to fuss at her for her bad habit of oversleeping. She couldn't help it, though, she simply loved sleeping.

Carl slept late, a bit later than he had intended to he realized when he actually did wake up. He yawned as he sat up, putting his shoes back on, and then put his hood close over his head as he went out of the room and downstairs, making sure no one could see his face clearly. There were already a lot of people down there.

He ordered coffee and some breakfast and then went back to his room to wait for it, not wanting to stay downstairs.

Wenny awoke again about an hour later and glanced around the room. Again. Except this time, she actually sat up on the edge of the bed. After a few moments, she went and took a quick shower.

After redressing, Wenny figured she should go see if Carl was awake yet. She figured he was. Most normal people didn't seem to have a problem waking up early.

She didn't want to walk in on him unexpectedly, so she politely knocked on the door to his room.

Breakfast had come and was sitting on the table. Carl walked over to the door and opened it. He took her arm and pulled her inside playfully, closing the door and gently pressing her back to it, kissing her. "Good morning," he said against her lips.

Wenny grinned. "Someone's in a good mood this morning. Maybe I should've woken up earlier," she teased before she returned the kiss. After a few moments, she glanced over and saw the breakfast on the table. "You've already ordered breakfast?," she asked a bit surprised.

He grinned as he led her over to the table. "Sure did," he said cheerfully. He pulled out the chair for her. "Hungry?" he asked.

"Yes, thank you," she said as she sat down at the table. She couldn't stop smiling as she watched him. "Is there anything I should know about?," she asked, wondering what had put him in such a good mood. Not that she was complaining.

He laughed as he sat down. "Nothing," he said, smiling at her. "I guess I just got more sleep than usual." He went quiet. He didn't have a nightmare last night. He smiled at the thought and started to eat.

"Well, that's good. Whatever made it possible, I hope it happens again," she said. She started eating her breakfast, but kept glancing over at him and smiling. The day was off to a great start and she hoped the rest of the day went equally well.

"So, what is the plan for today?," she asked, looking over at him.

"Well, we could go into Diagon Alley, but we'd have to keep our hoods and our guards up," he said with a grin. "Besides, Death Eaters wouldn't dare attack us with that many people around," he said, hoping he was right.

"Oh, ok...well, that sounds like it could be fun," she said with a slight smile. At least it might get their minds off of their situation for a while.

She finished her breakfast and watched him, trying to hide a grin. Going to Diagon Alley would also get them out of the room for a while. Which was probably a good idea.

Carl finished what little breakfast he had eaten and leaned back in his chair, watching Wenny. He looked away after awhile and stood up, walking towards the window, looking out towards Diagon Alley.

He frowned slightly as he saw people who were laughing and having fun, little or no worries at all.

Wenny watched Carl walk over to the window and decided to give him a few moments alone. With their current situation, they were going to be together practically every moment of the day. She was sure they would both need a little time to themselves occasionally.

"A galleon for your thoughts?," she said as she walked up behind him, wrapping her arms around him and resting her chin on his shoulder.

Carl looked over his shoulder at her, smiling. He turned around and put his own arms around her, kissing her gently, his hands slowly roaming her back.

Wenny rested her arms loosely around his neck and mindlessly played with a strand of his hair as they kissed.

He pulled away. "I guess we should get going," he said, realizing after he said it that it wasn't exactly right. They didn't have to leave. He just remembered what had happened last night. "That is if you want to of course," he added.

What did she want? Well, in all honesty, she wanted to stay there with him. But should she?

Wenny looked at him for a moment, trying to decide between what she wanted to do and what she should do.

"Well, I guess you're right...," she answered slowly.

"You guess?" Carl asked, raising an eyebrow. He sighed, deciding not to press it. "Come on," he said, smiling as he took her hand and headed to the door.

Wenny blushed a bit at his question.

She walked with him to the door, then looked at him. "Well, we don't have to...if you'd rather not..." Part of her was hoping he'd continue on their way to Diagon Alley, but the other part was hoping he'd decide to stay. Perhaps they should go ahead to Diagon, just to be safe. But she'd let him decide.

Carl turned to her. This girl couldn't make up her mind, and it made him smile. He kissed her deeply for a few moments before pulling away. He didn't want her to regret anything. "Come on," he repeated, smiling at her and opening the door.

Wenny nodded and smiled at him, "ok." She reached down and took his hand in hers as they left the room and headed down the stairs to the lobby of The Leaky Cauldron.

Carl had made sure to keep his hood up as they went downstairs. They went into the back of the Leaky Cauldron and made their way into Diagon Alley.