Disclaimer- Still, I own nothing.

Author's Note- I would just like to thank all of you that reviewed. They really help me to know what I'm doing well. I know some of you were a bit upset at the end of that last chapter, but do not worry; I am a firm believer in happily-ever-after. I just don't know how I'm going to get there yet. Keep reading to see if I can figure this story out. (Some of you may also read my other two stories, Honey and Some New Changes, I just wanted to tell you that to try and keep my stories written well, I'm only focusing on one at a time, and for right now that is A New Law. But I will finish the other two, I swear. Thank you!) Also I would like to apologize to whoever is Scottish is out there, I just wanted to add some diversity, I did not want to make fun of you. Honest.

Chapter Six- A Brief Intermission

When Hermione returned to the Burrow, the kitchen and living room were bare. Chances were that everyone had heard the bickering and decided to give the stubborn witch some room to breathe.

By this time, Hermione's head was pounding, so she made herself a cup of tea and sat at the dinner table, thinking over everything that had happened in the last day. And being Hermione, she of course put all this information into a nice organized list:

Discovered Charlie wanted to have eight children with me

Went through Charlie's things and found out that he's a bit obsessed with me

Saw Charlie in only a towel

Told Charlie I love him

Charlie told me moved up the wedding day, to next week

Charlie told me that he loved me

Had a row with Ginny

Found out that Charlie was giving up his life for me alone

Had a row with Charlie and accidentally told him that I went through his stuff and that I knew of his obsession

My wedding was cancelled

Hermione sat there, drinking her cup of tea and wishing there was someone she could talk with about this. Unfortunately, she hated Ginny, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were out of the question, Olette and Nancee would just tell her some stupid lovesick advise, Ron had the emotions of a rock (unless it involved Luna), Fleur was impossible to understand, and Bill was—perfect. Who knows a man better than is older brother?

Hermione glanced at the clock, talking to Bill would have to wait till morning. She placed her cup in the sink and hesitantly walked up the stairs to the attic, for tonight would be the first time since her arrival at the Burrow that she would have to sleep in a room alone.

Meanwhile, Charlie was sitting at his mate Cooper's table, only a few miles away from his childhood home. He took a sip of his beer and said, "You don't understand, Coop, she went through my things."

Cooper shook his dirty blonde hair out of his face. Cooper was short and broad like Charlie, though he was Scottish and a Muggle. "Don't see what yer are so upset about. Just go find yerself 'nother lass, ye look good 'nough to be able to find one easy."

Charlie resisted the urge to laugh, Cooper had never been in love like Charlie, he didn't know anything about it. "Cooper, I love Hermione and she completely violated my trust. I thought she was different from all the other girls I dated, when it turns out she was exactly the same."

"Guess it's a good thing ye got rid of t'at box of pictures of yers."

Charlie didn't say anything, and he didn't have to, Cooper picked up on it immediately. "Ye didn't? Ye left the box right out there fer 'er to find?"

"I didn't leave it right out in the open," Charlie protested, "I hid it."

Cooper looked as though he would have preferred explaining the birds and the bees to an eight year-old. "Charlie, she found a box of pictures of 'nother lass. What'd ye expect 'er to think?"

"It wasn't a box of pictures of another girl, Coop. It was a box of pictures of her. She accused my family of being stalkers, and me of having an obsession with her."

"Charl, ye got a box of pictures of 'er. Course she's gonna think yer a stalker, I'm thinkin' ye are right now."

Charlie shook his head and asked, "Why did I come here?"

"Cause ye knew I 'ad beers an' ye needed me advise," Cooper grinned.

"The first one I'll agree with, the second one I won't."

"Ah, ye wound me, Charl. I'll tell ye what ye should do though. Get 'er a big flower thing, an' s'rprise 'er wit it. She'll love it an' then ye can get a'talkin'."

"Please, why would I want to talk with her?" Charlie scoffed.

"Cause ye love an' miss 'er, ye wouldn't be 'ere if ye didn't."

"Cooper, she got angry with me because I took a desk position at my work."

Cooper looked shocked. "Charl Weasley, taken a desk job. Ye really must love this lass."

"I do, Cooper, I do," Charlie replied with a faint smile. It disappeared though, as he continued, "But it's as though we're completely different. How would the marriage last? After all, you can only go so far on love."

"Charl, ye can get an'where wit love. It's gettin' late, get some rest, lad. We can talk 'bout what yer gonna do in the morn."

"I'm going to stay up a bit more, Cooper. Don't worry, I won't do anything stupid," Charlie said. "Goodnight."

"Night, lad."

"Quit calling me lad, Coop. I'm only two years younger than you," Charlie called out to the reteaching form of his mate.

"An' that makes ye a lad to me. Now sleep, Charl. I'll be seein' ye in the morn."