A/N o.k, before I get shouted at, I am so sorry it's been this long! I could spout a load of excuses at you... but basically I'm lazy! I'm sorry all the chapters are short... I am incapable of writing a decent length chapter. Thanks loads to all who reviewed - I'll put up a list in the next chapter ( should be up soon - already written :D) Anyway have a great Christmas to those who celebrate it and I will put the next chapter up (where something good happens) within the next couple of days. Thanks!!

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She stood in the garden of the Burrow and sighed happily as she observed a gnome gnawing at an old boot of Mr Weasley's.

"Guess who?" A familiar voice rang through the shadows as two warm hands plunged her eyes into total darkness. She smiled fondly and twisted around to see two glimmering eyes twinkling mischievously. He kissed her. A chaste kiss wjich lingered on her lips rendering a taste which was so distinctly Charlie.She licked her lips savouring every bit of the kiss and grinned.

"'Mione, why do you have to smell so damn good?" His hands snaked their way to her waist and there they rested for a few seconds, simply savouring the moment.

"GET A ROOM!" George and Fred bellowed in unison from their bedroom window. The couple chuckled at the interruption.

"Actually, Char, I don't believe I have ever been in your room…"

"Well then lead the way fair maiden" he swooped into a dramatic bow, naturally reducing his girlfriend to hysterics.

She turned the brass handle curiously and stepped into the room, the floor boards groaning with age as she trod.

"Oh Char!" She was greeted with a typical boy's bedroom: the walls were painted an airy blue, a quidditch shirt hung above the double bed, posters of dragons and various sportsmen littered the walls, but her favorite thing by far was a painting of a Ridgeback which engulfed the entire back wall of this magnificent room.

"You like?" Charlie asked nervously.

"I love!" she grinned and kissed him lightly on the nose. He seized this opportunity to tackle her on to the well made bed and tickle her senseless.

Her hysteric giggles finally lapsed and she mustered all her strength to flip Charlie and pin him to the bed. This time, instead of tickling, she kissed him passionately . Minutes later, cursing the need for oxygen, they both resurfaced grinning sheepishly. Sometimes life was just too good!

"Hermione, are you a virgin?" Charlie asked suddenly one night when they were sitting alone, cuddling in front of a roaring fire in the lounge.

"No."

"Who?" he asked.

"This muggle boy from home. I didn't want to. He did. He kinda pressured me into it actually. You?"

"Of course not!" his boyish grin was reinstated on his face, "I am Charlie Weasley – Quidditch superstar, dragon tamer and full time sex god." He ducked as she swiped playfully at him.

"How many?"

"Times or girls?"

"Girls"

"Four"

"Four" she silently contemplated this figure in her mind. It was a good number, she decided. Not too high, not too low. Immediately afterwards, Mrs Weasley came bustling into the lounge with biscuits and tea. End of conversation.

Sooo... The issue of sex has been raised---will they? won't they? who knows? --- well actually I do MUAHAHAHA :D

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