What up, my great readers? Aren't you lucky? Charlie Chapter! The date that's not a date! Hope you all enjoy it. Also, IMPORTANT QUESTION! I really need someone to answer this. Should I split this into another book at the beginning of Order of the Phoenix? If so, what could I call it? Please, I really need an answer. Anyway, enjoy this chapter! Please read and review!

If only the strength of the love that people feel when it is reciprocated could be as intense and obsessive as the love we feel when it is not, then marriages would be truly made in heaven - Ben Elton

10th December 1994

She said yes. Annie Ainsworth agreed to go with Charlie Weasley to Hogsmeade. Although Charlie knew it wasn't a date, it was just as friends, he still felt giddy with excitement every time he thought about it. Not that he would tell anyone though; if his brothers got wind of him acting like a little girl in love, he would never hear the end of it.

He checked his watch for the fifth time that morning. Nine forty five. He was meeting Annie in the Entrance Hall at ten. Merlin, he was nervous. Did he look nervous? He quickly looked in the mirror. His face wasn't red, which was one thing. Did he look alright? Wearing his cleanest jeans with his red Weasley jumper with a large yellow 'C' on it. He didn't look to casual, did he?

Deciding that it was too late change, Charlie quickly grabbed his jacket and left the room. The Entrance Hall was mostly empty, with the exception of a few lingering students who were waiting to meet up with friends to go to Hogsmeade. He waved at all of his brothers and Ginny as they passed; the twins grinning widely and making kissing noises as they passed. Charlie rolled his eyes and tried to brush it off but he could feel his face redden slightly.

"Charlie?" Charlie looked round and saw Annie standing behind, smiling sweetly.

"Hey, Annie," Charlie said with a goofy grin.

Annie smiled widely and Charlie took in her appearance. Her curly blonde hair was tied back in a side plait, her head covered with a dark red hat. She was wearing dark wash jeans, brown boots, a warm looking wool coat and a pretty grey scarf with a fox knitted on it. Her bag was slung over her shoulder and she was pulling a pair of gloves on.

"Ready?" She asked.

Charlie nodded and they began the walk down to the village. They talked and chatted about trivial things; Quidditch and dragons; school and the Tournament. Charlie tried to steer the topic away from anything that would give away his feelings for Annie. Although he couldn't change his feelings for her, he understood she was in a serious relationship. She would never go for him.

"Where do you want to go first?" Annie asked, snapping Charlie from his thoughts.

"Oh, um…Do you want to go grab a coffee?" He said.

"Ok, where from?"

"Umm…." He said, stopping in front of Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop. He really hated this shop but Annie might like it. "Here?"

Annie looked at the shop, with a fervent look of abhor, mixed with shock and disgust.

"It looks like Cupid threw up," She stated bluntly. Charlie relaxed slightly; she wasn't one of those girly girls who loved the colour pink.

"How about we go to the Three Broomsticks instead?" Charlie said.

"Yes. Definitely. Hell, I'd rather go to Hog's Head than that Tea Shop."

Charlie laughed, albeit a little unsurely. They made their way to the pub, Charlie leading the way. The two found a table in the crowded room, a small round one in the corner of the room. The room itself was packed with Hogwarts students and staff alike, some of which (the twins) kept shooting Charlie knowing glances. Thankfully, however, Annie did not see them.

"Hi, Rosmerta," Annie greeted as the landlady came over to take their orders.

"Hello, Annie. What can I get you?"

"Just a butterbeer, please. Charlie, what do you want?"

"Charlie Weasley?!" Madam Rosmerta exclaimed. She turned to face Charlie. "It's been a while! How's working with the dragons?"

"Good, great. How are you doing?" He asked politely.

"I'm fine thank you. What are you having?"

"Just a butterbeer too, please."

Rosmerta nodded, sent a knowing smirk to Charlie, before bustling away.

"That's a blast from the past," Charlie said, turning back to Annie.

"Yeah, this the first time you've been back since you left school?" Annie asked.

"Yep. And it hasn't changed a bit."

Annie smiled, before placing her bag on the table.

"Are you going to the school reunion next week?" She asked, looking through her bag.

"Yeah, I think so. It'll be nice to catch up with people. Are you?"

"Yeah. Me and Tonks are going together, but Chris can't make it."

They'd arrived there. The awkward topic Charlie so desperately hoped they could avoid. The topic of Chris Redmayne.

Charlie hated Chris with a passion. Not only because he was the reason that Annie couldn't be with him, but because he was an annoying, pompous bighead who could give Percy a run for his money on being the next Minister of Magic. He was arrogant, caring for no one but himself, but at the same time convincing everyone that he was their best friend.

Chris hated Charlie back though. Charlie knew this. It was obvious. In their final year of school, Charlie secretly recruited Fred and George to help prank the self-centred, big headed, Head Boy. Unfortunately, Chris had put one and one together and concluded that the Weasley's were behind his amazing transfiguration into a Canary. In front of the whole school. Charlie secretly knew that it was Annie who dissuaded Chris from giving the Weasley brothers detention for the rest of their school lives.

Across the table, Annie was rummaging through her bag, pulling various items out. A hairbrush here, a book on healing there. The strangest thing she pulled out was the latest edition of the Quibbler, which surprised Charlie. He hadn't pegged her as the type to read the slightly lunatic magazine. At last, Annie pulled out her purse.

"Finally!" She cried. "I knew I put it in here!"

She went to get some money out of it, when Charlie held up his hand.

"I've got this," He said.

"What? No, I don't mind paying."

"No, seriously. I'll pay. I want to."

Annie looked at him for a minute, studying his face. She shrugged and put her purse back in her bag.

"Suit yourself. Thanks anyway."

There was an awkward silence as the two sipped their drinks.

"So, the Quibbler?" Charlie questioned. Annie blushed slightly.

"Yeah, well…I know people say it's full of rubbish but I find it interesting."

"You find articles on make believe creatures interesting?" Charlie asked, eyebrow raised slightly.

"You don't know if they're not real. Muggles don't believe in wizards and magic, and yet here we are. Just because people don't believe something exists, doesn't mean it doesn't."

Charlie nodded. She posed a good point. The two continued to talk until dinner time, when Annie had to get back to work. Charlie walked her back to the Hospital Wing, making jokes all the way. He then went back to the tent where he was staying. With a contemplating look on his face, he sat down to write a letter to the brother you would least expect him to.

Dear Percy,

Hope you're doing alright. Don't be working too hard! Anyway, I know this is a weird request but I was wondering if you could tell be a little about what Chris Redmayne is like?

He smiled as he wrote the letter, laughing at Percy's probably reaction. He made note to subscribe to the Quibbler when he was finished. After all, just because people think something doesn't exist, doesn't mean it doesn't.

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