After the excitement from the morning Lyla and the other first year Ravenclaws too a midday nap instead of going down to lunch with the rest of the school. Close to three o'clock Lyla was roused by an incessant clicking against the window pane. When she crossed to the window, groggily rubbing her eyes, she saw the enchanted stone that had been rapping against her window plummet to the ground where Charlie was standing. Lyla waved and pulled her shirt on over her bralette, leaving it unbuttoned and slipped her feet into her boots. When she landed in the Ravenclaw common room she almost knocked Professor Flitwick over.

"Ah, Miss Murphy!" he squeaked, "I'm to tell you you're free to move into the guest quarters if you'd like."

"Oh great, professor!" Lyla said and turned back up the stairs to collect her things and walked back down.

This time, when she exited the Ravenclaw common room she saw Charlie standing with his back against the wall across from the entry door, holding a bouquet of flowers which he handed to her.

Lyla laughed musically, "Professor Sprout know you have these?" she asked as she knocked some soil off the roughly chopped bottoms of the flowers. He shrugged innocently and strode next to her as she walked down the hall.

"Trying to run out on me?" he asked, plucking her large bag from her shoulder and slinging it over his own for her

"No, I'm just moving to the guest quarters. I love my sister but I don't love sharing a dormitory bed with her. I mean I don't really know why I'm still here since the Fat Friar is fine but..."

"Well, I think we can both stand one more night at our alma mater with our family."

"Yeah, I suppose." she chuckled. When they reached the guest quarters Charlie opened the door for her and flung her bag onto the couch by the door.

"Ohhh I missed you" Charlie groaned, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind and nuzzling his stubbled chin into her neck. She put her hand against his other cheek and closed her eyes happily. "I'm exhausted" he glanced at the bed and walked them both over to it, silently laughing.

Lyla extended her arm to keep them from both falling on the mattress and turned around to face him. She slung her arms around his neck and looked up at him. "It should be dinner soon. Lets go see our families one last time."

"Ugggg" he groaned and followed her out the door holding onto her hand as they walked down to the Great Hall. He squeezed her hand when they emerged through the doors and separated to sit at their own perspective house tables.

Lyla felt rejuvenated in the warm glow of the candles hovering over the table. She and her siblings talked and laughed about something other than the Triwizard Tournament and she felt really connected and happy to be with them. All night she felt Charlie's eyes on her just as they had been in school, the only thing that was different was that Lyla's eyes were on him too.

At the lull in the meal before dessert appeared Lyla pulled her wand out of her boot and swished it in Charlie's direction, turning his hair teal. He remained unaware until he couldn't figure out why his siblings were snickering. Charlie's eyes raised to Lyla who flipped her hair and smiled, resting her chin in her hand. His eyes narrowed and the corner of his mouth pulled upward mischievously as he tapped his head with his wand, turning his hair back to red. When the dessert platters were full and Lyla's coffee was perfectly mixed she took a sip and reached for for a cake that abruptly turned into flower petals in her hand.

Alicia squeaked in shock and her and her friends started giggling. Lyla threw the handful of petals at her sister, who squealed even louder. She looked at Charlie, who was twirling his wand around in his fingers, and raised her eyebrow. Next thing he knew, the front of his shirt was drenched in water as though someone had poured a bucket down his front.

"OH!" Fred and George screamed in unison pointing at their brother. Charlie dried his shirt with his wand and flicked it at Lyla, comically elongating her nose. Lyla began laughing uncontrollably with her siblings and turned her nose back to normal. As soon as her nose was back to normal her wand flew out of her hand and above her head, just out of her grasp. She looked across from her and saw Charlie's wand was doing the same. Slowly, Lyla turned her head towards the head table and saw Professor Flitwick standing on his chair, wand extended, levitating Lyla's. Down the row, Professor McGonagall was doing the same to Charlie.

They both put their hands in the air in surrender, their bodies shaking with laughter. Their wands clattered onto their plates. Lyla tucked her wand back in her boot and went back to talking to her siblings and making faces at Charlie.

The Weasleys and the Murphys stayed in the Great Hall after everyone had left dinner. When the tables had thinned out the Weasleys walked over to the Murphys, following behind Charlie.

He sat down next to Lyla and held out his hand, "Truce?"

"Absolutely" she replied, shaking it, "You play much dirtier than fifteen year old me."

"I learned from the best" he winked at her and knocked his shoulder against hers.

The two families stayed up talking late into the night. The candles from the ceiling and the candelabras lining the walls flickered and cast each persons' long shadow. When Ginny's head started dipping downward with fatigue Charlie slapped Steven on the back and stood up from the table. Everyone else followed suit, Lyla and Alicia's arms wrapped around each other. Steven turned right outside the Great Hall to go down to the Hufflepuff common room. At the top of the grand staircase Charlie turned with his family to say goodbye at the Gryffindor common room and Lyla to tuck Alicia into bed before leaving.

"I'm so glad you came to Hogwarts this weekend" Alicia sighed as she rested her head on her sister's shoulder and they climbed the stairs slowly to Ravenclaw Tower.

"Me too" Lyla pressed her cheek to the top of her sister's head. When they reached Alicia's dormitory she kissed her sister goodnight. "I'll keep writing, okay? I'll see you soon"

"Walk you to your door my lady?" Charlie said when he met her outside of Ravenclaw Tower.

"Why yes good sir!" she said properly and hooked her arm with his. "I'm going to miss those little snots" They walked down the hall towards the guest quarters.

"Yeah," he sighed "It's tough."

"What's it like in Romania?"

"Beautiful. The camp is in the mountains and everything is either completely green or white. Everyone has their own cottage. It's not much but I love living so close to nature."

"That must be nice" Lyla sighed, resting her face on his chest.

"I'd love for you to see it some time." He opened the door for Lyla and hovered outside it, watching Lyla in the moonlight as she kicked off her shoes and peeled her Chambray shirt off letting it fall to the floor.

She reached her hand out the door and grabbed Charlie by the front of his shirt and pulled him into the room, letting the door close behind him. She stood on her toes and kissed Charlie, breathing his smell in deeply as his hands ran up her back.

"What are you doing?" Charlie's voice broke with raspiness

"What we didn't get to do last night" she said quickly, unbuttoning his pants and letting them fall to the floor next to her shirt.

"We were drunk last night" he said as he ran his lips down her neck and onto her collar bone, his strong, rough hands pushing her leggings down over her hipbones.

"So?" she said, running her hands up his chest and pulling his shirt off over her head.

Charlie slammed her forcefully into the bedpost, cradling her neck in his hand so she wouldn't hit her head. Lyla reached over her head and grabbed the bedpost with one hand as Charlie sucked, licked and kissed down her body until he was kneeling in front of her and he had pulled her leggings down around her ankles. He pulled them off completely, threw them over his shoulder and stood back up to face her. She clenched her hand tightly around the top of the bedpost as she and Charlie stared at one another, their chests heaving in rhythm together.

It was so quiet that the only thing they could hear aside from their heavy breathing was the soft croaking of the frogs on the bank of the lake below. His eyes were grey in the moonlight and hers were like emeralds in a dark cave. Sweat had started to pool in the shallow pocket created by his defined collar bones. His chest and stomach were made of solid muscle, the lines that defined his abdomen deep and rugged. His upper back muscles flexed underneath Lyla's hand resting on his shoulder as he cupped his hand under her ass and brought her up higher in front of him. Sliding his hand underneath her bralette to the massage the fabric covered breasts below he then pulled her bralette off over her head leaving them both solely in their underwear. He ran his finger from Lyla's lower lip to right below her belly button, exploring the canyon between her breasts and navigating the faint lines that defined her stomach.

His fingertips rested right below her belly button, vibrating with anticipation. It felt like an eternity that they just looked at one another until Lyla whispered, "Charlie..." At that he grabbed the front of her thong and pulled it down her thighs.

"Ah!" she moaned in a high pitched tone when her underwear hit the floor. Charlie grabbed her by the hips and threw her onto the bed. His fingers dug into the flesh of her buttox to push her up towards the headboard. Charlie got to his knees and elbows on top of her, hovering over her stomach which he then bent down to kiss, moving his mouth downward, closer and closer to the hot, wet opening between her legs. "What are you doing?!" she said nervously, pushing him away from her by putting her foot on his chest.

He chuckled and tilted his head in confusion, "What do you mean?"

"Why are you all the way down there?" she asked, blushing embarrassedly.

Charlie put his chin on her stomach and looked up at her, "You're kidding right?" He looked as the red in her cheeks deepened then smiled and stroked the soft skin of her side. Then, he raised his body off her, propping himself up with his hands, the muscles in his arms flexing. When he spoke his voice was soft and intimidating, "I'm gunna take care of you."

In the split second it took for Charlie to dive between her legs Lyla's stomach churned with trepidation. Just as rapidly as the feeling overtook her it was gone when Charlie's tongue broke through the lips of her vagina and made contact with her throbbing clitoris.

"Ohhhhh" Lyla moaned, losing control of her body and falling backward onto the bed, her arms collapsing from under her. Her back arched and hips squirmed underneath the pressure of Charlie's head easing into her even more, his tongue rolling her clit around in his mouth.

He put his hand on her stomach and dragged his fingers down toward her leg that was, unintentionally, pushing Charlie's head to the side. He grabbed her thigh roughly and pushed it back down on the bed, pinning her leg down by the knee. With her legs spread farther he plunged his tongue into her, roving around within, learning every curve he could reach.

Lyla pulled her bra off as it began to constrict her aroused and bulging breasts. Charlie's eyes were fixed on her face while his tongue lapped up the sweet juice coming from inside her as she became more and more turned on. When her bra was off he reached his hand up towards her smooth, supple mound and caressed it, rubbing his thumb over her stiff nipple. Lyla was so euphoric that she couldn't even register or understand the sounds coming out of her mouth. She gripped whatever part of Charlie she could reach and dug her nails into his skin. When she raked them across his back he winced in pain then sat up on his knees, wiped his face with the back of his hand and pulled Lyla's hips down toward him again.

She was breathing heavily, the after effects of his tongue pulsing through her body and watched him as he pulled his boxers off. She sat up on her elbows again and backed up when she saw his erect penis. It must've been seven inches long but was very thick. Lyla brought herself even closer to Charlie by sitting up completely and wrapping her arms around her knees. She stared at him while she reached out and wrapped her hand around it.

He took in a deep breath that rattled in his chest and closed his eyes when she squeezed his throbbing cock. Lyla's hand didn't even close around it, it was so thick. She massaged the underside of his tip and he braced his arm against one of the bedposts as her touch overwhelmed him. Next thing he knew she had gone from kneeling in front of him to swiftly turning him onto his back below her. She put her knees on either side of his thighs and pressed the heel of her hands into his shoulders, her breasts swaying above him. He ran her hands up and down her sides in anticipation and she could feel his hands trembling around her.

Lyla slowly lowered herself onto him, slowly allowing his girth to penetrate her. She breathed in sharply with discomfort as he felt herself stretch to allow him into her and his tip pressed against her cervix. She felt her wetness drip down between her legs, coating his shaft. Charlie's eyes briefly rolled back then refocused on Lyla who was slowly rising up and down on top of him. Lyla bent over while she was still on top of him, her hands placed on either side of his head and breathed heavily from her open mouth. She drew her hips in closer to him and he sat up a little bit to kiss her; feeling himself slide in and out of her faster and faster as she began to rock her hips back and forth, her back arched to give her more leverage.

Suddenly, he began raising his hips into her, his legs bent; feet digging into the mattress beneath them. His hips moved up and down quickly beneath her, driving his cock into her deeper and deeper. She sat up on top of him again and moved her hips back and forth in a figure eight as he repeatedly thrust into her. Soon, she had no control over her own motions because Charlie was moving so quickly that she was bouncing up and down on top of him, his hands grasping both breasts as he did.

Lyla felt herself beginning to climax and bent over Charlie again, unable to remain upright as tremors filled her body. At this sign of release, Charlie wrapped his arm around her and rolled them both over so he was on top. From his knees he was moving even faster, his whole member inside as he slammed into her. She began to contract around him, her hand reaching toward the headboard behind her and clutching it until her hand was numb.

When Lyla began calling his name Charlie could no longer hold himself back. He drew his body close to hers and breathed on her neck. "Yes, Charlie, yes..." she moaned in his ear, her voice strained.

"OHHH!" she screamed when her orgasm swelled from their friction and spread to the rest of her body leaving her hot, flushed and gasping, continuously moaning as the waves of intense satisfaction washed over her.

After she climaxed, Charlie continued thrusting, causing her body to erupt with goose bumps from being overwhelmed with his continuous motion inside her. Her warmth was completely cuffed around him, squeezing his girth tightly. Her tightness combined with the way she was looking at him and the feel of her soft skin under his hands pushed him over the edge and he felt himself experience the sweet release of his thick, milky fluid. He involuntarily twitched a couple of times, his penis pressed deep inside throbbing violently against her soft, wet walls.

When he pulled out, he hung above her for a few second before rolling over next to her, both of them out of breath.

Lyla's eyelids were heavy with exhaustion but she turned on her side to face Charlie. He looked over at her as he tried to catch his breath.

"Hi" he huffed, smiling at her.

"Hi," she said back. They were both quiet for a long time, trying their hardest to stay awake. When sleep finally began to come over Lyla she muttered, "I love you too." And closed her eyes.