Chapter 6

1994-1995 (Sixth Year)

Part 3

'That won't work.'

Boom!

Malia sighed, 'Told you so.'

It was the beginning of August and the twins were experimenting on a new Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes product while she lied on George's bed strumming on her guitar.

'Well, next time, tell us sooner and not right when we're mixing in the ingredient, will you?' Fred snapped at her, cleaning his soot-covered face.

'My bad.' Malia grinned.

'Let's take a break.' George suggested to his twin.

When Fred agreed, both of them stood up and went to sit one on each side of Malia.

'Soo...'

'Sooooo...'

'What do you want? Get to the point.' Malia groaned.

'Have you and Charlie already shagged?' they asked in unison.

'I wish!' Malia exclaimed wistfully.

'What? But he is all over you all the time!'

'I know, right? He is driving me crazy! For the past month, all he's ever done is hold my hand, hug me, touch my hair, and kiss my cheek and forehead! The most rated R thing he did was kiss the corner of my mouth a couple of times! Not even a peck! And it's not like I'm being subtle about the fact that I like him! Maybe he's still put off about me being younger...or he doesn't want me in that way...or-'

'Oh please! There's no way that he doesn't want you. Literally every time you leave or he comes back from seeing you, he goes straight to take a cold shower.' George pointed out.

'I think he's just being an idiot and making stupid excuses inside his head because deep down he's scared you'll reject him. Which leaves you with no other choice than to take matters into your own hands, unless you are willing to keep waiting not so patiently for him to make a move?' Fred added.

Malia put her guitar away and stood up.

'Okay.'

She started heading to the door.

'"Okay" what? Wh-where are you going?'

'I'm going to snog him, that's what.'

'Now?'

'I don't see why not. If I'm going to take the matter into my hands, I might as well do it now.'

'Alright? Wait...wait! We want a full report afterwards, okay missy?'

'Yeah, yeah, sure.'

'Be safe!'

'Oh God.'


Okay...okay...She could do this. There was no way she was backing now. This could end in two ways: he could kiss her back, in which case they'd be able to spend the last month of the holidays having a little more fun; or he could reject her, in which case she would know where they stood with each other and move on with her life.

The door of Charlie's room was open and Malia saw him sitting by his desk writing a letter.

She knocked on the open door, 'Hey Charlie.'

He put his quill down and turned around smiling, 'What's up, Mal?'

Charlie stood up and leaned against the desk.

Malia stepped in closing the door behind her and walked closer to him.

'Here goes nothing.' She whispered placing her hands on his neck and standing on her tiptoes, she kissed him square on the mouth.

Malia moved her lips softly against his, and after a few seconds Charlie started kissing her back grabbing the back of her neck with one hand and placing the other one on the small of her back, pressing her closer to him.

After a few minutes of timidly kissing each other, Malia felt Charlie's tongue on her bottom lip and opening her mouth, she brushed her tongue against his.

As their kiss became hotter, Charlie wrapped his arms tightly around her waist while Malia's hands started roaming all over his shoulders and back, something she'd been dreaming of doing for the last month.

Charlie moved his head down to her neck where he started kissing and sucking while Malia ran her hands through his hair as her breaths and heartbeat quickened.

A few moments later, Malia lead his mouth back to her lips and wrapped her arms around his neck while he ran his hands up and down her back and a bit over her arse.

After a few more minutes of heavily kissing, they broke away resting their foreheads against each other.

'Woah.' Charlie smiled adoringly, staring deeply into her eyes.

'Yeah.' Malia replied breathlessly.

'You were tired of waiting for me to do something, weren't you?'

'A bit.' She blushed.

'I'm such a twat. I didn't want to start something if I was going to end up going back to Romania anyway. I didn't think it was fair for any of us. However, I wasn't being any fairer by flirting with you and not acting on it. I'm sorry, love.'

'It's alright, Charlie. I know you'll be back in Romania as I'll be in Hogwarts in a month, so I don't expect us to be in a relationship, at least not until I finish school. I just want us to make the most of the time that we have together.'

Charlie grinned and pecked her on the lips, 'Well... if by "making the most of the time" you mean keep doing what we just did, I definitely agree.'

Malia laughed and pulled him into another kiss.


A few days later, Malia was having breakfast on the veranda, for it was such a beautiful morning, when she noticed Charlie walking towards her house.

'Hey, what're you doing here? I told you yesterday that I was going over to the Burrow today.' Malia spoke when he was close enough to hear her.

'It's not safe to be in there right now.' He replied sitting down next to her and giving her a small kiss. He was never going to get over the thrill he got over being able to kiss her whenever he wished.

'Why? What happened? Is everyone okay?' she asked worriedly.

'Fred and George certainly aren't. Mum was cleaning their room this morning and she found their stack of order forms.'

'By Merlin's beard! What did she do?'

'She burned them all, of course. She's so furious at them, not only because of the joke stuff, but also because they didn't get as many O.W.L.s as she was hoping. Also, she wants them to get into the Ministry of Magic when they graduate and they told her all they want to do is open a joke shop.' Charlie explained.

'Poor Fred and George. They don't deserve this, you can't imagine how hard they've been working on Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes. They are so smart and creative, the ideas they have! And the vision of what they want to achieve with the shop is just out of this world. A few exams don't determine your future.' she ranted.

'I know, love. I think my mum is just scared and worried that they won't make it in the real world. I'm sure she'll come around someday. But for the next few days it would be wise if you don't show up to the Burrow, she'd probably lecture you too.'

'You are right; the twins will want to continue inventing and producing in my room anyway. Thank Merlin we moved all the finished products into my closet, if not Molly would have burned them all.'

'Yeah, that was a good call.' Charlie conceded.

'It's such a lovely day. What do you want to do?'

'Lake?' Charlie suggested.

'Alright, go change into your pair of swimming trunks while I put on a bikini and prepare a few sandwiches for lunch.'

'Yes, my lady.'


The day before the Quidditch World Cup, Harry Potter arrived at the Burrow. And as there were now twelve people (the nine Weasleys, Harry, Hermione and Malia) counted for lunch, Molly asked Bill and Charlie to set the tables outside. What Molly didn't know was that her eldest sons were making two battered old tables fly high above the lawn, smashing into each other, each attempting to knock the others out of the air. Everyone present was laughing and cheering them on, until Percy poked his head out of his bedroom window and angrily asked them to keep the noise down.

During lunch, Malia and Charlie sat next to each other with Charlie's arm draped over her shoulders as they talked with the twins and Harry about the World Cup.

Ever since their first kiss, whenever Malia wasn't hanging out with the twins, she could be found by Charlie's side. The both of them couldn't be any happier. The rest of the Weasleys and Bardsleys were thrilled about this new development in Malia's and Charlie's relationship as well.

Malia would always catch Molly staring at them with a delighted smile whenever they were affectionate to each other, or even when they were just sitting side by side, like right now.

After dinner, Charlie walked Malia back to her house.

'So, I'll see you tomorrow at the campsite, right?'

'Yep, my parents booked the spot next to yours. We're getting there by side-along apparition at lunch.' Malia replied.

'Great.'

Charlie grabbed her by the hips bringing her flush against him and dipping his head, he placed his lips on hers. Malia ran one hand through his red hair and placed the other one on his neck while she kissed him hungrily. She loved this kind of kisses with him, the ones full of passion and desire and fire. Of course, she also enjoyed the other kisses which were sweeter and lazier. However, the heated kisses were the ones she daydreamed about and longed for whenever she was away from him.

'I will never tire of doing that.' Charlie smirked once they broke away.

'Neither will I.'

'As much as I would like to stay for a few more minutes and continue that, we have a long day tomorrow. We better get a good night of sleep.' Charlie said reluctantly.

'You're right. See you tomorrow, love.' Malia sighed dejectedly.

'Goodnight, Mal.' Charlie said, pecking her lips one last time.


The night before Malia was going back to Hogwarts for her Sixth Year, Charlie surprised her by sneaking into her bedroom.

Malia was packing a few last things into her trunk when she suddenly heard a knock on her window. She stepped closer, drew back the curtains and jumped back in surprise at the sight of Charlie's face pressed against the glass. When she recovered from the scare, she ran back to the window to open it. Charlie flew in and set his broom against a wall.

'Charlie! You scared the crap out of me!' she whispered.

Charlie placed a silencing charm around the room so they could talk freely without awakening Malia's family.

'I'm sorry! It was so funny! You should've seen your face!' Charlie laughed.

'Idiot.' Malia muttered as she went to close her trunk and placed it by the door.

'You all set for tomorrow?' Charlie asked lying on her bed.

'Yes, sir.'

'Come here.' Charlie told her, patting the place next to him.

'Woah, how gentlemanly of you to invite me to my own bed!' Malia joked, lying beside him and resting her head on his chest.

'I try.' He beamed down at her.

'I'm going to miss you so much, Charlie.' Malia mumbled staring up at him.

Charlie touched her cheek softly, 'Me too, love. I don't know how I'll survive without you. But, do you wanna know a little secret?'

'Yes.'

'You won't miss for as long as you think.' He whispered in her ear.

'What? Will you come back for Christmas holidays?' she asked hopefully.

'I can't say anything else about it. You'll find out soon enough.' He grinned.

Malia groaned, 'You can't tell me something like that and then refuse to give a clear explanation.'

'I'm not "refusing", I'm actually not allowed to tell you or anyone, for that matter.'

'I hate you.'

'No, you don't.'

'No, I don't.' She agreed reluctantly.

Charlie smirked at her, captured her lips with his and without further ado, he placed Malia on top of him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and deepened the kiss moving her tongue against his.

Charlie ran his hands down her back and then moved them under her shirt, making Malia shiver with pleasure as she felt his large callused and blistered hands touching her skin.

Wanting to feel more of him, Malia sat up with her legs on each of his side and lifted his shirt up and off his body. She couldn't help but be mesmerized every time she saw him like this. His chest was also covered in freckles, though not as much as his face was. And his scars and burns were the physical proof of what he had to endure to do the job he loved.

'Well, if mine's off, I think it's only fair that yours comes off too' Charlie said, pulling her out of her reverie.

'Fair enough.' She agreed, taking her shirt off.

'Hmmm... I'm not wearing a bra either.' He said, propping himself up on his elbows.

'Eager, are we?'

'Me? Pfff, as if.' He laughed.

Malia leaned down to kiss him, and while Charlie was preoccupied with her mouth, she unclasped her bra and threw it to the floor. She pressed her bare chest on his and heard Charlie moan as their skins came into contact.

'Have I ever told you how much I adore you?' Charlie breathed, kissing her neck repeatedly.

'A few times, but it wouldn't hurt at all to hear it a few more.' Malia smirked.

'Well, I do. I adore you like no one has ever adored another person before.'

'I'll start taking my bra off more often if you're gonna say stuff like that.'

'No complaints from me.' Charlie smiled.

'I adore you too, love. So, so much.'

Charlie grabbed her hips and rolled them over to place himself on top, resting his knees on each side of her body in order to keep his weight off of her.

After a few minutes of kissing, Charlie started kissing his way down her neck and chest until he reached her breasts. Malia let out a breathy moan as his mouth sucked on one of her nipples, while his large hand took care of her other breast.

Five minutes later, when Charlie's lips returned to hers, Malia moved her hand down to his zip. However, before she could undo it completely, Charlie stopped her.

'What's the matter?'

'I think we should stop, Mal.' Charlie said pained.

'Why? It's not like we haven't gone a little bit further than this before.' Malia replied confused. They still hadn't gone all the way, but they had done some other stuff.

'Yeah, but none of those times were your parents and Jamie just a few doors down.' Charlie explained.

'Shit. I forgot we weren't alone.' Malia groaned, 'Will you stay the night either way? You can sneak out before my parents wake up.'

'I was planning on that, babe.' Charlie grinned.

Malia put on a night shirt and got out of her jeans while Charlie stripped down until he was only in his pair of boxer shorts. Then, they both got into Malia's double bed and laid with her head on his chest and their legs tangled, talking softly until they drifted into sleep.