A/N: So I already have like tons written in a notebook, so I'll be updating rather quickly for a while (well, depending on how quickly I can type and how much downtime I'll get…) but there really isn't much conflict left – which is fine by me since this isn't a true novel or story or anything I suppose. But I'm going to continue to write because I like these characters and I enjoy writing them. So, please review if you read this story – it would mean so much!!

Enjoy!

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Charlie barely got to see Leah the few days leading up to the wedding. He helped set up the reception area, the pews, and the tents. And Leah was working extra hours at St. Mungo's to get ready for her presentations at the banquet. The day before the wedding Charlie brought Leah some leftover Sheppard's pie that his mother had made, knowing she'd be working late. The receptionist smiled and nodded, letting him walk down to her office unaccompanied and without warning Leah of his arrival. Leah, however, was not in her office, so Charlie shrugged off his coat and leaned back in her swivel chair, something that was still foreign to him.

He was turning back and forth slightly when he noticed a half-hidden paper. His interest piqued, he examined the paper, careful to not move it too much. The words "Plants Head" however caught his eyes before he pulled the paper out of the stack to read it better. He frowned; why hadn't Leah told him they wanted to promote her in the Plants department? Was she going to refuse the promotion to be with him? He was stirred from his thoughts when Leah walked in. "Hey," she smiled and kissed him in greeting, tugging on his shirt slightly, "you brought me dinner?" Her eyes twinkled when she noticed the bag on the desk.

Charlie nodded, still frowning as Leah took a bite, "What?"

"Were you going to tell me they were offering you Head of Plants?"

Leah's eyes widened, her smile faltering, "Charlie, they asked me right after you got that letter from your friend at the Reserve, sure I'm going to accept it."

"Why wouldn't you?"

"I want to see how the Directors and Chair-people respond to my Board because maybe they'll grant me more money for research, or a sabbatical and they said they'd let me take it later on if I don't want it now."

Charlie was still frowning, "I don't want you to not take it for me."

"Charlie, I have enough jobs on my plate and if I accept it, I'd have to leave Bugs."

"Leah, it sounds like they'd let you stay at Bugs if you really wanted to."

Leah took another bite of her food, "Charlie, I don't want to discuss this with you now, okay, I haven't made up my mind yet, so let it go."

Charlie could tell she was getting irritated but he pressed on, "Leah, you're an extremely talented Healer and I don't want to be the reason why you leave or why you decide to not take –"

"Charlie," Leah said in a low and quiet voice, "-not now."

"I'm just saying –"

Leah stood up, "I have to eat quickly and than I have a few more hours of things to get accomplished before the wedding, so maybe you should leave."

Charlie knew a dismissal when he heard one. Grabbing his coat he turned to her, "I love you too much to let you put your career on hold," he hesitated, "I'll see you at the wedding."

Charlie stopped at the receptionist's desk and asked if he could leave a note for Leah since she wasn't in. He jolted down a quick note and sighing, returned to the Burrow.

Leah woke up late the next morning. She had gotten back late from St. Mungo's late and since the wedding wasn't until 5 that afternoon, she didn't need to get up early. But at 11 am, as Leah was drinking her morning tea, Mira Apparated into her flat. "Come on, let's go to the Burrow. We have to be there in like 10 minutes."

Leah looked up and saw Mira was already showered and her hair done. "We have to be there now?"

Mira rolled her eyes, "In case you forgot, we're bridesmaids. We have to help the bride get ready – we have duties, Coop!"

Leah frowned at the nickname, "I hate when you call me that."

Mira smiled mischievously, "Why do you think I use it?"

Leah rolled her eyes, "Fine, lemme shower-" But Mira had noticed that she wasn't as excited as she should be for one of their friends to be getting married.

"All right, what's wrong?"

Leah sat her mug back down, "Nothing. Just a little tiff with Charlie over work is all." She got up to put her dishes in her sink and knew Mira was watching her every move. She sighed, "He was just worried I was going to make decisions based around him."

"And are you?"

"No! My decisions will be based around what I want, yea? He shouldn't have to worry and get so demanding."

Mira shrugged, "Obviously, I don't know the whole story, so I'm just going to tell you what I think. Suck it up. We're bridesmaids. It's Ginny's big day. Not yours. So when you get to the Burrow, be happy. Okay, let's go. Hurry up and shower. I'm going to wait here. I'm not going over there alone.

Leah rolled her eyes and walked into her bathroom as Mira put on the telly.

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Leah winked at Neville as she walked up the aisle; they were the only two in the wedding party who wasn't dating, so they vowed to try and make each other laugh at the most inopportune times. Leah knew that apparently Neville had once been a shy and timid young man, but she couldn't see it. He was, she didn't know how to describe it, but jolly. He had lost all of his baby fat and was pretty hilarious. And he was very attached to his work. His plants were his life. He had provided all of the flowers for the wedding – free of charge of course. Leah sniffed the flowers she was holding as she continued up the aisle, keeping her eyes on Neville who was making discreet faces. She couldn't help but grin.

Charlie couldn't keep his eyes off of her as she walked up the aisle. He saw her wink and smile and he looked up to see Neville acting very – not like the Neville he had once known. He couldn't help but smile slightly – maybe Neville had changed, or maybe he was only like this with Leah. Someone who made him comfortable and at ease. And he knew they were apparently in a small fight – he hadn't been able to find her alone all day to apologize and explain himself, but he knew – he hoped – they'd be okay. He covered his mouth when there was a collective gasp when the entire audience saw the back of Leah's dress. He had to admit, the back was very revealing.

When Leah got to her position, Mira pinched her discreetly and motioned to Hermione, who was already tearing up. Hermione was staring at Harry and Fred and crying. Fred was grinning – she gave him two weeks tops before he proposed. Ron was staring intensely at Ron who was looking dreamily at him; Leah knew their children would have the bluest eyes ever. George winked at Mira who winked dramatically back, making him bite back a grin. They'd be next.

Leah caught Charlie's eyes briefly before the music started, but she could only give him a small smile before everyone's attention was on Ginny. As soon as she started walking down the aisle, Arthur on her arm, Mrs. Weasley lost it. But Ginny wasn't crying, just like Leah knew she wouldn't – Ron owed her 5 knuts. Ginny was grinning, staring at Harry who had his own goofy grin. She really did look beautiful, but Leah barely noticed this. She and Harry looked happy – truly happy.

Leah looked briefly at all of her friends – Hermione and Fred, who only had eyes for her even as she watched two of her best friends getting married through teary eyes; Mira and George (who Leah noticed played the Staring Game throughout the entire ceremony) and Ron and Luna who continued to stare at each other lovingly (although a little too intensely and dreamy for Leah's liking). Even Neville was smiling out at the crowd and Leah followed his gaze to his girlfriend Jenna. Leah sighed, hoping that one day she'd be as happy as her friends.

She turned briefly towards the pews and found Charlie watching her; she could see the love, admiration and respect in his eyes. He nodded slightly, his lips curving into a slight smile. And as Charlie tried not to laugh at her wink, she knew they'd be fine.

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No one could fully grasp just how many people were at the wedding until the reception. The entire Puddlemere and England Quidditch teams, many of Ginny's Healer classmates, most of the Auror Department, many other Ministry employees, everyone from the now-defunct Order and nearly every one of Harry and Ginny's Hogwarts classmates. Leah was talking briefly to Bill and Fleur when a very stout, very old, and very obviously a Weasley woman approached. Leah looked to Bill who tried not to grumble and Fleur who looked utterly terrified. "William," the old woman said in a deep voice that caused Leah's eyebrows to shoot up, "I'm glad to see you've cut off that dreadful dragon's tail you had."

"Yes, thank you, Aunt Margaret."

"And this is your wife, is it not?"

"Yes, you remember Fleur?"

"Is she pregnant or just fat?"

Leah watched as Fleur turned a light shade of pink, "Pregnant, thank you, Aunt Margaret."

The old woman turned her black, beady eyes to Leah and Leah bite the inside of her lip to prevent her from letting out a yelp over the surprise of seeing a giant, brown mole on her right cheek. Leah was a Healer and had seen her share of gross, hideous, surprising moles, bumps, pusses, scabs, etc, but this wasn't a patient. This was a Weasley. "And who are you? You're in the wedding party? With that ridiculous dress?"

Leah cocked an eyebrow and ignored the woman's comment, still trying not to stare at her cheek. "I'm Leah Cooper. Ginny's Healer mentor. I used to work for the twins part time."

"Ah, two jobs," the old woman continued in her very low voice, "does Healing not pay enough or are you trying not to meet a husband?"

Leah was opening her mouth to retort – she didn't care who this woman was related to – when she felt a large hand lightly touch the small of her back. "Ah, Aunt Margaret, I see you've met my girlfriend."

Leah watched as her upper lip raised slightly in obvious disgust, "Ah, Charlie, I see you've finally settled down with a girl who isn't afraid of those retched dragons?"

Charlie grinned, "Considering she treats vampires and werewolves?"

Margaret's face contorted even more, something Leah would have doubted was physically possible. "Yes, well, I need to go find your Aunt Muriel," and she walked off, taking the smell of cats with her.

Leah turned around to face Charlie, completely ignoring Bill and Fleur who speaking rapid (and angry sounding) French. "Don't worry about her – she hates me, Bill and the twins and only likes Ginny because she's marrying the Boy-Who-Lived."

"Charlie, I'm sorry –"

Charlie shook his head, "No, I'm sorry, Leah. I just – I didn't want you to be unhappy because of me."

Leah wrapped her arms around his waist, resting her head against his chest as he wrapped his own arms around her. "Charlie," she said quietly, "whatever I decide to do, I'll be happy." She lifted her head and kissed him deeply (but too briefly for Charlie). "Now come on, let's go congratulate the happy couple, shall we?"

Leah and Charlie were talking with George and Mira when Leah glanced at Fred and Hermione who were sitting at the table already, sitting close, their heads and bodies inclined towards each other, talking intimately. "He's going to ask tonight?" Mira asked George.

"No, not tonight – probably very soon though."

"I give it two weeks tops." Leah grinned.

Charlie laughed, "I say not until after Ron and Lune get married."

"And I say, Luna and Ron go to the Ministry for a quickie after Ginny and Harry get back."

Mira was the only one who refused to bet, saying that Hermione was bound to find out, and bound to be furious, so the three shook hands. "Ten quid?"

"Deal."

They four talked for a few minutes when George said abruptly to Mira, "Let's get a drink, love," and led Mira off. She looked over her shoulder at Leah and Charlie and shrugged, slapping George's shoulder. Charlie turned his head slightly to the left and knew why George had left so suddenly.

"Charles, who is your lovely friend?"

Leah turned to face another relative who was very obviously a Weasley. 'Merlin, does every relative have this ridiculous red hair?' The man was once very tall – he was stooped over slightly and was clutching onto a cane. "Ah, Cousin Les, this is my girlfriend Leah Cooper." Leah bite her lip when Charlie tightened his arm around her waist, drawing her even closer.

"Leah, what a pleasure," he took her hand and kissed it – much longer than was customary. "Please tell me you'll save ol' Cousin Les a dance?"

Leah smiled, "As long as this one doesn't want to dance the whole night."

Charlie smiled and steered Leah away, whispering into her ear, "Cousin Les is what we like to call the Weasley Family Fondler."

Leah nearly burst out laughing. "Well, than good thing you were here to save me, eh?"

Ron clinked his glass to grab everyone's attention and Charlie led Leah to the front table to listen to the Best Man and Maid of Honor speeches. Leah couldn't help but roll her eyes as she watched George and Bill shake hands, probably to bet whether Hermione would cry or not.

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Ginny and Harry ran out of the Burrow laughing as they clutched onto their Portkey to Italy at 2 am; they waved and shouted their thanks to the onslaught of congratulatory shouts, laughs and tears. And it was nearly 3 when Mrs. Weasley finally forced everyone to go home or go to their assigned rooms in the Burrow. Charlie and Leah slowly walked towards the house, laughing at those who were too sloshed to Apparate and had to wait for the Floo.

Charlie stepped in front of her and cupped her cheek with his hand, inching his face closer to hers, "Couldn't we go back to your flat?" He kissed her lips lightly, "This dress looks amazing on you." He drew his hand down her side smiling into her lips as she shivered slightly.

Her eyes still closed she said just as softly, "We promised your mum we'd stay here, remember?" She shivered again as he drew both hands along her bare back, "Charlie," she said warningly, pulling her face back slightly. Charlie however, chuckled softly and finally found her lips again. She pulled away slightly and said against his cheek, "Charlie, how 'bout tomorrow night we'll both wear these outfits again," she traced her fingers along his shoulder. She opened her eyes and leaned her mouth down to his ear, "And we can shag all night long," she said hotly and before he could respond, she was laughing and opening the door of the room she was sharing with Hermione, Mira and Luna.

Charlie growled softly and walked to the room he was staying in. Tomorrow would be a long day.

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Leah opened her eyes and stretched, not knowing what time it was, but knowing she'd never be able to fall back asleep. Grabbing a pair of sweats and her toothbrush, she tip-toed to the bathroom before quietly walking downstairs, surprised to be the first one up. She looked around the kitchen, trying to remember if Mrs. Weasley had mentioned what they were having for breakfast that morning. She found a large pot of oatmeal and put it on the stove. She found some fruit and cut them up, putting them in a bowl to put on the table. She didn't mind cooking, she just never had much time to do it, but it was something she wished to do more someday in the future. And her childhood – she shook her head, refusing to even think about anything to do with her uncle.

She was just putting the kettle on, trying not to think about anything when she heard Mr. Weasley, "Morning, Leah."

She grinned and offered him a cup of tea, "Morning, Mr. Weasley. Where's Mrs. Weasley?"

"Sleeping – poor woman wears herself out with insisting on doing everything."

There was a comfortable silence between the two as they drank their tea before Mr. Weasley continued, "I'm glad Charlie found you, Leah."

Leah opened her mouth in surprise, but he continued, "I know things will be complicated when he has to go back to the Reserve, but you two will work it out –" he laughed to himself, "I've never seen him this happy away from his dragons." He looked at Leah again and she almost shivered, unaware of how unused to this fatherly advice and love she was getting from someone (other than occasionally Tom, of course). "I was more worried that he'd be alone than I was for George – he and Charlie are very similar, as you would know, just like you and Mira are. And don't tell anyone – but Charlie is everyone's favorite –"

Leah nodded and smiled, "I had heard that."

"-And so are you, Leah."

Leah didn't get to respond, however, because at that moment Mrs. Weasley bustled in, complaining that Arthur never woke her, but Leah and Mr. Weasley shared a look. He nodded, acknowledging her silent thanks.

After everyone had finished eating, Ron suggested a "friendly" game of Quidditch. Everyone agreed, except for Hermione and Luna. Teams were chosen after everyone had gotten changed and grabbed brooms from the shed. Leah and Mira both ran to try and get Harry's old Firebolt, but Leah settled for Ginny's old Nimbus.

Ron and Bill were Keepers, Fred and George Seekers – after Mrs. Weasley demanded they play without Bludgers, and Charlie, Mira and Leah were Chasers. "You two can be on one team," Charlie shrugged. Leah and Mira laughed as they mounted their brooms.

"If that's how you want to play –"

"Charlie! No!" Fred groaned, "We're going to lose for sure!"

Charlie laughed, "Fred, I think you forget just how good I was." He made to catch the Quaffle, but Leah darted ahead of him, snatching it from his fingertips, "Oh, sorry, love." She laughed and did a quick fake, sending it through the middle hoop as Mira, Ron and George cheered.

Charlie stared at her, his mouth open wide in shock and Leah flew up next to him. "Surprised, love?"

Charlie grinned mischievously, his blue eyes twinkling, "Oh, it's on, love."

Charlie however, was no match for the dynamic duo of Leah and Mira. And the game ended before either twin could even catch the Snitch. It wouldn't have mattered anyway – Charlie's ego was damaged and the girls had already racked enough points that it didn't matter if Fred even caught the Snitch.

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It wasn't until after the late lunch that Leah and Charlie were able to sneak out of the Burrow and Apparate to her flat. Charlie drew his hand down her cheek, "You really did look beautiful at the wedding."

Leah smiled lazily at his touch and taking off her coat, asked softly, "Do you want to get married, Charlie?"

His deep blue eyes became serious as he studied her face, "I'm like Mira I think. As long as I get to grow old with the woman I love –"

Leah drew her own finger along his stubble-lined jaw. "Do you want kids?"

Charlie swallowed noticeably, "Do you?"

Leah smiled at his aversion to her question. "Some day, sure. And I know you do too – I see how you still try to parent your siblings."

Charlie leaned in to kiss her cheek, "And I've seen you with the twins – and your patients."

Leah laughed and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Mr. Weasley, I think there was a suit I saw you in the other day that you just looked utterly dashing in."

Charlie laughed and leaned in to kiss her, "Flattery, Ms. Cooper will get you everywhere."

Leah was lightly drawing circles on Charlie's arm, her head pillowed on his chest. She smiled at his sleeping figure, wrapping her arm around his chest and as she settled against his side, whispered, "I want to grow old with you, Charlie."

Charlie chuckled and rubbed his hand down her arm as he kissed the top of her head, "And I want to grow old with you."

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Please please please review!! More soon, I promise! I want to get everything that I have written so far typed up and put up! And the next bit is really the start to a next chapter, and would be silly tacked on to this chapter…..anyway, please review!!