Okay, here's Chapter 3. if you're still here, thanks for continuing to read ( Well, I don't have anything more important to say, so on with the story! Lights! Curtain! Cue one. go! (Sorry. can't get a good stage manager down!!)

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Charlie Weasley woke up on a Saturday morning to a loud twittering sound next to his ear. He started to swat at it, thinking it was a fly when his hand hit a fluffy Snitch. His Seeker days coming back to him, he clutched the Snitch and wouldn't let it go, despite its desperate wriggling. Alertness suddenly hitting him, Charlie realized that Snitches weren't fluffy. nor did they hoot. Charlie suddenly let Pigwidgeon go, and realized that Ron had replied to him. He snatched the parchment from the tiny owl and opened it hastily. Pigwidgeon flew out of the window from which he came, and headed back towards Britain.

Charlie read the letter quickly, and put it on his dresser so as not to lose the vital instructions that Hermione had given him. He quickly showered, got dressed in Muggle clothing, and headed out of his door, letter in hand. He apparated back to Diagon Alley, and went straight for downtown London via The Leaky Cauldron. Charlie quickly located the nearest telephone booth and picked up the phone, just the way Hermione had instructed. He dialed in the number, which was still written on his hand, and waited anxiously for Ariane to pick up. After five rings, he was ready to hang up and maybe try again later. Suddenly, he heard a voice on the other end.

"Hello?"

"Uh. hi. umm. is Ariane there?" he stuttered.

"Speaking; who is this?"

"Oh. Hi, um, this is Charlie. Weasley. umm. from the drug store yesterday."

"Oh yeah. Hi. How are you?"

"I'm fine. umm. listen, are you free tonight?"

"Yeah, sure. I hadn't really expected you to call, you know." Charlie heard her laugh a little.

"Why not? I'd be an idiot for not calling." Charlie couldn't believe those words came out of his mouth.

"Well." she sounded surprised at his boldness for expressing his feelings. "You just seemed perplexed when I gave you my number, that's all."

"Oh. So. um, what time should I pick you up?"

"Shall we meet at 7 o'clock? Where are we going?" Crap, Charlie thought to himself, I don't know any good Muggle restaurants!

"Umm. how about I just pick you up. I want it to be a surprise," he said quickly.

"Oh. all right. Let me give you my address, then." She rattled off an address in a small suburb of London, Charlie writing down the information furiously on his hand, underneath the smudged remains of her phone number.

"Thanks. okay. I'll see you at seven, then," he said.

"Yeah. see you then. Bye."

"Bye," he repeated. He heard her hang up, and he let out a sigh of relief. He had made the first phone call of his life and he hadn't screwed it up. But now he had to figure out how to get to Kilburn. maybe he could get a cab here and just take it to her place. That would mean taking out more money and changing it. Seeming like the best decision, he headed back to the Leaky Cauldron to go to Gringott's.

Six hours later, Charlie found himself in Muggle slacks, a button down shirt, and a pocket full of British pounds. After he had changed his money at Gringott's, he headed out to the nearest clothing store and nervously explained to the saleswoman that he needed clothes for a date. Then he asked her where he should take Ariane. Before he knew it, the saleswoman had not only set him up with an outfit, but with a reservation at a 'superb restaurant.' Prior to getting into the cab, he had bought some flowers, hoping that if he looked completely ridiculous, Ariane would at least appreciate the flowers. All too soon, the cab stopped in front of the requested address, and asked the driver to wait for a few minutes. He forced himself to get out of the car and walk to the door.

He knocked, and the door immediately opened. His mouth fell open in shock. Ariane was wearing a red dress that swished around her knees, and tied up around her neck. She had strappy red heels on, and she looked amazing. Charlie couldn't believe his luck. He handed her the flowers. "These are for you." She smiled and took them

"Thank you. I have the perfect vase for them. I'll be right back." She disappeared around the corner and shuffled around. She returned after a few minutes. "Ready to go?" she asked with a smile. Charlie offered her his arm and they walked back to the cab. Charlie gave the driver the restaurant's name, and turned back to look at Ariane. They sat in awkward silence until she broke the silence.

"So, Charlie. What do you do? You mentioned working with animals, right?"

"Umm. yes. I work with exotic animals."

"So are you like a zoo veterinarian or something?"

"No, I work out in the field, on a protective reservation."

"Interesting. What kinds of animals?"

"Um. all kinds." Charlie wasn't prepared for this line of questioning. He quickly turned the conversation over to her. "What do you do?"

"I'm a psychologist, actually. I'm working on my doctorate, though, so I can get into clinical psychology." Charlie nodded as if he understood. He had hoped to get her talking, but she wasn't one to get distracted. "So what kind of reservation? Are there many in Britain?" He decided to tell the truth this time.

"Uh, no, actually, I work in Romania." Ariane seemed taken aback.

"Romania? So what are you doing here? Do they not sell Eucerin in Romania?" she teased.

"No. my family lives here. I like to visit them a lot, and my brothers and sister all go to school here. Traveling is very easy." The cab pulled in front of the restaurant. Charlie carefully counted out the fare and a tip, and the two got out. Charlie approached the maitre d'. "Reservation for Weasley," he said importantly. The maitre d' checked his list and smiled at the couple.

"Right this way, sir." He led them to a table near the window. Charlie pulled out the chair for Ariane and then sat down in his own seat.

"So what were you saying again? How are you able to travel between Romania and England so often?"

"Umm. well, I get very good deals. And it only takes a little bit out of my day," he replied.

"Wow. I don't think I'd be able to handle that much traveling. How many siblings do you have? You mentioned them earlier."

"Yes, I have an older brother, Bill, who works for a bank; and then my younger brother Percy works for the Ministry of Ma. uh, he works for the government. My other brothers, George and Fred, they're twins, and Ron, all go to school with my little sister Ginny."

"Wow. big family. Do they all have hair like yours, too?"

"Yes. it's the Weasley family trait. And yourself?"

"I'm an only child. I was raised by my mother; my father died when I was very young."

"I'm sorry."

"It's okay. My mum and I have done fairly well on our own."

"I'd love to meet her."

"Maybe you can someday. I'd love to meet your family. I've always wanted a large family."

"We're having a get-together for Easter.. I know it's still a couple months away, but maybe if it all works out, you could come." What are you saying, Weasley?? Charlie thought to himself. I can't get the whole family to pretend to be Muggles!

"Yeah, that'd be great. Well, it's decided. This'll just have to work out then, won't it?" she replied, a twinkle in her eye.

The waiter came by to take their orders, and Charlie and Ariane continued to talk through the entire dinner. They had so much in common, but Charlie had to keep catching himself before he gave away the fact that he was a wizard. It was especially difficult when she asked him what his favorite sport was. Luckily, he had heard of soccer, and said that before "Quidditch" flew out of his mouth. He was unable to come up with a favorite team, though, and lamely stated that he liked all of the teams. The night flew by, and soon Charlie and Ariane found themselves outside of her house again.

"I had a great time," said Ariane. And she really had - it wasn't a line that she was handing most of the guys that she had dated.

"I did too. I'd love to see you again. Are you free for lunch any time this week?"

"Aren't you going to be in Romania?"

"I can make it."

"I'm free Tuesday. How about I meet you at that drug store? Just for old time's sake? There's a small diner around the corner that I go to a lot."

"Sounds great. Noon, then?"

"I can't wait." Hesitating at first, but then making up his mind, Charlie leaned in to kiss her. Unfortunately, she turned her head at the wrong time, and he ended up with his lips on the temple of her forehead. Horrified, he pulled back and looked at her.

"What happened? Did you miss?" she teased.

"No! You moved!" he retorted.

"I did not!"

"Shall we try again?" She nodded, and he leaned down again, softly putting his lips to hers. It was like magic - so tender and yet so powerful at the same time. Charlie could swear there were sparks there. Reluctantly, he pulled back. "Good night."

"Good night," she said with a shy smile on her lips. She opened the door to her house and gave Charlie a small wave before closing the door. He walked down the pathway and congratulated himself on not acting like a prat with such a beautiful woman. He even had another date lined up now! But it wasn't going to be easy keeping this Muggle image up. Maybe I should just tell her, he thought. But what if it turns her away from me? Then I'd have given away this secret. He walked to the corner, made sure nobody was around and apparated back home. He'd have to think about this more before Tuesday.

*Okay. yeah. still kind of boring, but it's helping me get through my day. Please review just because I love knowing people are reading my work!!