Disclaimer: Please, the only thing I own is the plot and the extra characters.

Author's Note: Thank you all for your reviews. I have good news, school just let out which means that I now have the entire day to write. With that in mind, I would like to dedicate this chapter and this story to all my teachers who are going to have to put up with a fresh, and probably worse, bunch of students next year. (And sorry if the information in the hospital chart is a bit off or if there's a few things missing. I'm not perfect, though I try to be.)

Chapter Eight- Paperwork

Charlie just stood there in shock for a moment before asking, "Are you sure it's her?"

George shook his head. "That's what's so strange, originally they though she was Ginny."

"They? Who is they?"

"The people that found her in the alley. They're saying that Deatheaters attacked her and that she had red hair. Apparently, the group that attacked her was looking for Ginny but was more than happy to settle for Harry Potter's mudblood mate.

Bill whispered, "Merlin, no. This is all my fault."

Charlie quickly spun around to stare at her older brother. "What do you mean this is your fault? What did you do?"

"I was the one that gave her the red hair. We were just kidding, I called her sis but she said that we didn't look anything alike. So I made her look exactly like me, when Ginny also looks exactly like me."

Charlie's look was cold though he didn't say anything. Still staring at Bill, he asked George, "What did they do to her?"

George looked as though he had been shot though he answered, "The group tried to rape her, but she fought back. She ended up just getting really beaten up. Mum and Dad are with her now, along with the rest of the family. I was told to hand back and wait for you."

"Then let's go," Charlie replied before apparating to Saint Mungo's.

Once there, he ran up to the first healer he saw and asked, "Where is Hermione Granger? She was attacked and badly beaten."

The woman checked her papers before she replied, "Fourth floor, spell damage. Are you her family? Only family is allowed in for now."

Without thinking, Charlie replied, "I'm her husband."

The woman smiled at that. "Really? That is wonderful; I have some paperwork I need you to fill out. Standard work, they'll need to be filled out before we can fix any serious damage."

Charlie resented that fact that the woman spoke about Hermione as though she was simply a toaster that had gotten jammed but took the paperwork and sat next to his brothers who had arrived as he was talking with the woman clad in lime green.

"What did they say?" George questioned nervously.

"That I have to fill out this paperwork before they can do anything," Charlie answered as he took the quill and began filling out what he had been given.

Patient Name: Hermione Granger Weasley

Patient's Birthday:

"When's Hermione's birthday?" he asked.

"You don't know?" Bill asked, his tone deadly serious.

Charlie let out a frustrated sigh, but didn't respond, he figured this wasn't the best time to bring up that he didn't even know when Bill's birthday was. Wait, Hermione's sixteenth birthday, Mum wrote me a letter saying that Mione had been looking for me at her party, and that letter was dated—the 19th of September. Got it, September 19th, and since she's 17, that means the year had to be 1979.

Patient's Name: Hermione Granger Weasley

Patient's Birthday: September 19th, 1979

Current Address: The Burrow

Ottery St. Catchpole

Devon, England

Marital Status: x Married Single Divorced

Spouse: Charles Weasley

Children: none

Parents: Mr. and Mrs. Granger

Medication: none

Chronic Illnesses: none

Food allergies: none

Medication allergies: none

Signature of Consent: Charles Weasley

"There, finished," Charlie commented as he stood once again.

"Charlie, you do know half the information you gave was wrong, don't you?" George commented.

"Well, it will be correct when she marries me," Charlie retorted as he walked up to the woman from before and handed over the paperwork.

She glanced at it quickly before answering, "Everything seems to be in order here. Just head right up and ask a Healer White for your wife's room number."

Charlie didn't need to be told twice, he ran away from the woman, down the corridor, and up the four flights of stairs quickly. Upon reaching the correct floor, Charlie was neither tired nor did he have the need to seek out Healer White, for he could plainly see his family standing outside of a room, yelling at some poor woman for attendance into the room.

Charlie made his way over there and said, "Miss, I'm Charlie Weasley and this is my family. I'm the patient's husband and I would like to see her."

The woman, a young thing who must have just finished training, was more than happy to get out of the way, though her departing words were, "Please, only one at a time."

Charlie was the first to rush into the room and therefore the first to see Hermione. She was lying in a bed, bruises covering her body and one broken leg. The thing he was most drawn to was the fact that Bill had been right, with Hermione's hair red, she did look exactly like Bill and Ginny. Being careful of the healer on the other side of Hermione, who was gently tapping each of her bruises, making them disappear; he himself tapped her head, returning her hair to its normal brown once again.

With Charlie's tap, Hermione opened her eyes, gently she said, "Charlie?"

"Yes, love, I'm here."

Tears started to stream down the young girls face. "I'm so sorry, Charlie. I didn't mean to hurt you; I was just curious and angry."

Charlie smiled and smoothed out her hair. "It's all right, my love. Everything is forgiven. I am sorry though, if I had only not been so pig-headed then maybe you wouldn't be lying here right now."

"Charlie, no matter what, I would probably still be lying in this bed. Either me or Ginny."

Charlie laid a gentle kiss on his fiancée forehead. "Right now, I wish it was Ginny and not you."

"Charlie, you shouldn't say that," Hermione answered.

Charlie shook his head and replied, "Hermione, about that box. I wasn't stalking you; all those pictures were sent to me by Ron and Mum."

"Why?"

"Because Ron liked you, and he figured that since I was in a foreign country, there wasn't anyone I could tell that mattered, so he sent be letters all about you. Then when I was in England during your fourth year, I developed a sort of infatuation with you, which Mum noticed, for she began sending me pictures and letters as well. It was those letters that made me fall in love with you."

Hermione smiled sweetly. "That's so romantic, Charlie."

"Well, don't tell the rest of my family. I'm not really what they think of when you say romantic."

"Yes, you are. I love you, Charlie."

"I love you too, Hermione," Charlie grinned before he turned to the healer and asked, "So, is she all right?"

The old woman smiled as she tapped the last of Hermione's bruises and handed her a vile. "Your wife will be fine, Mr. Weasley. She just needs to drink this as I mend her broken bone. She won't be able to go home until tomorrow though, we'll have to run some tests to make sure that she's all right."

Hermione raised her eyebrow at the phrase 'your wife'. Though she didn't say anything. Quickly, she swallowed the potion as the woman said a quiet spell over her leg. The woman then gathered her things and left, stating that it might be best for the young couple to have some time to talk things out. Once the woman was gone, Hermione asked, "Since when am I your wife?"

"Since they wouldn't allow anyone outside of family into the room and since I was the one put in charge of the paperwork. By the way, what are your parents' names?"

The young witch shook her head but replied nonetheless, "Emma and Robert Granger. Why? What did you put?"

Charlie looked at her sheepishly. "Mr. and Mrs. Granger? Which, you know, is true, it's just not that specific."

Carefully, Hermione asked, "Are we still getting married then, Charlie?"

"Yes, of course. As soon as you're out of the hospital."

"Moving up the wedding date again, honey?"

"Yes? But you don't have to, that's if you don't feel ready; it's fine with me. I just don't want to lose you again."

Hermione was quiet for a moment as she thought, but then she answered, "Actually, that would be just fine with me. After all, you never now what could happen the day after tomorrow. Is your family going to be present?"

"I was thinking only Bill as our witness. The rest of the family we could tell when the time was right. The law says that within a week of the wedding we must have a marriage test applied to see if the law had been…fulfilled."

"So tomorrow night?"

"Yes."

Hermione smiled. "All right, I'll be waiting here, Charles Weasley, and you better not run off."

"I won't, love. I've already run off one too many times," Charlie answered. "Now, I have a bit of a serious question."

"Ask away."

"Do you love me? Really? Or is all of this only because of the law?"

Hermione thought about snapping at him about his trust, but found herself unable to do so by the look in his face. He had been hurt before, that much was obvious in his worn down face and sad eyes, so much that he had built up a defense system around himself. Hermione reached up to touch his face, and replied, "I love you with all my heart, Charlie. That is one thing you can always count on."

"Thank you," he replied softly. He kissed her once before pulling away and stating, "I think I should allow the others in here before their minds start to turn dirty. But don't worry, love, I'll be back tomorrow."

Hermione nodded and then suddenly Charlie was gone, this time replaced by Mrs. Weasley, who began to ramble on and on about how horrible this was and such. The others that followed did the same, especially Bill, who was filled with guilt. But Hermione didn't hear a word; she was too busy thinking of tomorrow's promises.

Meanwhile, as Charlie stood next to his older brother outside of the room, he whispered, "This isn't your fault, Bill. It's mine; I should have been there with her. If only I hadn't been acting like a child, I could have protected her."

"Charlie, don't drive yourself insane with guilt," Bill said as he let out a breath. "Let's just call it a draw and say it's both of our faults."

Charlie smiled weakly. "Sounds fair to me, we both helped the situation on, and now we've got to suffer the consequences. The good news though is that I have my wife back."

Bill just replied, "Even in times of great despair there is hope."

"Yes, and we want you to be our one, and only, witness at our wedding tomorrow night."

"Wonderful, and why don't we just sign our own death certificates as well."

"What are you talking about?"

"Charlie, when Mum figures out what you're planning, she's going to kill both of us."

Charlie grinned, "Who says she's going to find out what I'm planning?"