January 7th 2006

Charlie moved in the next day and Hermione was extremely relieved when he turned out to be a very good person to cohabit with. She had expected him to drop his dirty washing near, not in, the washing basket, or leave wet towels on the bathroom floor and when none of that happened, she was surprised. He was almost as meticulously clean as her and he even proved to be an excellent influence on Arty, who had decided he wanted to be just like daddy when he was older, so copied his habits.

Hermione had started work the day after Charlie moved in, pleased that he had taken a few days off to move in so that he could watch Arty, expecting to have to tidy the flat before she would cook dinner, but when she flooed in, the smell of cooking garlic wafted towards her and as she looked around she found the flat to be completely spotless. Arty was sat at the dining table, colouring with his crayons and just as she was about to ask him where daddy had gone, he walked out of the kitchen, wiping his hands on a tea towel that was tucked into his trousers.

"I hope you don't mind," he grinned, gesturing to the kitchen, "I thought you might be tired after work, so I cooked Lasagne."

Hermione just gawped at him in shock, not really knowing what to say. She had been the sole parent for so long that she hadn't realised how wonderful it would be to be looked after, rather than doing the looking after. Hermione found herself feeling rather overwhelmed. Charlie obviously noticed her confusion because he chuckled as he cross the room to her, ruffling Arty's hair and telling him to wash his hands for dinner on the way past.

"You ok?" Charlie asked, "I just thought..."

"Charlie, honestly, this is… it's amazing!" She said, smiling softly and sniffling and leaping towards him, "I don't remember the last time anyone other than your mum cooked dinner for me."

"Are you crying?" He laughed and she pulled away from him, quickly walking past.

"I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about Charlie Weasley!" She shouted over her shoulder, before shutting the bedroom door behind her.

She leaned against the door and grinned to herself as she heard Arty thumping down the hallway shouting that his hands were 'super, super, super clean', wondering if it would always be this way with Charlie or if he was just trying hard to start with. She shook her head at the thought, this was Charlie! Caring, lovely Charlie… either way she had a Lasagne waiting for her, and that was definitely not to be scoffed at.

She hurriedly pulled off her work suit and folded it before putting it on top of her dresser, ready for the morning, before pulling out a pair of leggings and a vest top and slipping into them. Tugging open the bedroom door, she padded down the hallway and into the living area, collapsing into one of the dining chairs just as a glass of wine was passed over her shoulder.

"I think you might be an angel," she sighed, taking the wine and feeling his hands fall on her shoulders as he kissed the top of her head. Turning to Arty, she grinned at his tongue sticking out as he concentrated on his colouring, "have you had a good day with daddy, my little love?"

"Yes mummy!" He grinned, putting his crayon down and looking up at her, "we went to the park, and the toy shop, and then daddy said we can go to the museum tomorrow!"

"Muggle museum?" She asked and Arty nodded, Hermione tilted her head back to look up at Charlie, "you're taking him to a muggle museum?"

"Yup, Natural History," he grinned, laughing as her frown deepened, "I asked one of the guys at work."

"Alright," she shrugged, "but why?"

"I assumed you wanted him to learn about the muggle world, being muggleborn." He said, his turn to frown.

"Well, yeah, but I always expected that would be my job." She sighed and he squeezed her shoulders as the timer went off for the food and he walked into the kitchen, shouting over his shoulder.

"Well I'm here now, and I want to learn too, so we're going tomorrow." He shrugged.

"But only if I'm a good boy." Charlie shouted and Hermione chuckled as she pulled him into a hug.

"Yes, my little love," she grinned, "only if you're a good boy."

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"Are you going to let me get used to being pampered and then stop, because I think I might have to Avada you if you do." Hermione said as she lay on her front with Charlie sitting on her bum, his hands kneading her back, "this is amazing."

"You deserve to be pampered," he chuckled, " you've looked after Arty without me for all this time and now it's your turn to be looked after."

She groaned as he found a particularly sore spot and worked the knots out of her muscles. She had been hesitant when he had offered her a massage, but when he pulled out a jar of massage oil, she had agreed and oh boy was she glad that she did. He was, excuse the pun, but he was magical with his hands.

"You know," she sighed, "I really could get used to this."

"I hope you do. I'm not going anywhere," he said quietly as she felt his bare chest on her back and his breath on her neck, "I am irrevocably in love with you."

She gasped as his hands slipped down her sides and ran along the sides of her breasts, before she felt him lift his weight off of her and told her to flip over. When she did, his lips were instantly on hers and coupled with the massage, she was putty in his hands.

As his hands slipped down her body and into the waistband of her knickers, she lifted her bum off of the bed and he stood from the bed, removing hers and his underwear before he crawled up between her legs, placing open mouthed kisses on her as he slowly worked his way to his destination. As their lips met, he entered her and Hermione could think of nothing but him.