Bill's Bill
Chapter 6: Cells and Prisons
Everything is owned by JK Rowling, all I own is the plot. This chapter is 2K less than last chapter, lucky for me. 10K chapters are an actual killer to write and edit.- C
Ministry of Magic Holding Cells, Monday 4:30 AM
Charlie woke up in a dark Ministry cell after being stupefied. His body was sore all over but that wasn't anything new. He was used to waking up bruised and battered, though it was usually dragons doing the bruising. He sat up and leaned against the wall his elbows resting on his knees. He couldn't believe Gabby. She was sweet and kind with a moral compass that permanently pointed North. She had just stood by as they attacked him and his mother. Could she have changed so much?
There were so many Aurors, couldn't it have been someone else, literally anyone else?
He slammed his fist into the wall and watched the blood pour from his fist. He watched the blood soak his robes as if he was somehow hoping it could transfer the bleeding deep in his chest. He knew this feeling, it was the deep dark spiral of betrayal and heartbreak. It was the same feeling he had when Gabby broke his heart and he, in turn, tossed her out of his life forever. She tried to get him back over the years writing letters or sending gifts, but he ignored all her advances. She was the main reason he avoided London as much as he did. He didn't want to run into her and he had been successful for so many years.
She had been his last love, the only witch that he had dated that didn't ask him to leave his dragons within the first few months of dating. She had come to Romania originally to complete her International Auror training before returning to London. When they had sat down a week before she needed to make her decision whether to move back or to stay he had explained to her the paternal feeling he felt towards the Dragons and she had miraculously understood. She had understood the idea of not abandoning his dragons and stayed with him.
It had weighed heavily on their relationship in the beginning but soon the two became equals to each other. Where he was strong and dependable she was easy and spontaneous. Where he loved to fly she loved quiet walks on the beach. They found themselves in each other and learned to love each other's differences.
Their relationship was unlike any other he had ever attempted. He had stopped sleeping in the Dragon's Nursery at night and went home to her. He enjoyed hearing about her Auror duties that involved stopping smuggling rings and assisting in raids for Dragon Fighting Pits. They often worked together. So when they were both asked to go to Hogwarts for the Triwizard Tournament he asked her if she wanted to meet his parents. It had been two years and they were both ready. She was as private as he was so neither of their parents knew that they were dating at all. They had arranged to go out to Hogsmeade with each of their parents separately and introduce each other.
There had been several incidents while they were preparing for the Tournament and she had handled it swimmingly. Someone had tried to steal a dragon, a reporter smuggled into one of the dragon cages, and he was still unsure as to how but Lee Jordon managed to take a dragon egg prompting the mother to go wild and attack anything and everything. By the time Gabby caught up with Lee she had discovered, he was drunk and barely remembered stealing it and was bewildered why he wasn't in his bed. Charlie heavily suspecting Fred and George had something to do with the entire situation, but not wanting his two goofball brothers to get in trouble he stayed silent.
The combination of catastrophes had gotten his superior fired and him a promotion. Then the day he was going to introduce her to his parents the best and worst thing happened to their relationship. She had been scouted out by the Minister himself, they offered her very good pay and a high-level position. She was a good Auror and he was proud of her but the position would require her relocation to London.
He discreetly canceled dinner with his parents as soon as she told him. Her entire demeanor had changed towards him from the moment she had gotten the offer. She became snappy and short picking fights over the smallest of things. She went to dinner with her parents alone insisting that she needed her space, something she had oddly never needed before.
He had finally confided in Bill who surprisingly thought he was gay. After the two laughed that one out, Charlie confided in him about her position. Bill being the insightful and wiser older brother he was, helped him work through his feelings as well as help him come to the realization that if she was bitter about losing this position their relationship was doomed anyway. He didn't want to hold her back from her career and he would never want her to force him to leave Romania. He knew what he had to do, he just didn't want to do it.
In hindsight, it probably wasn't the best idea to get pissed the night before the tournament. He was pretty sure Harry did swimmingly. Later that night after they had calmed down all the Dragons they went into Hogsmeade. He tried to broach the subject over a pint but Gabby did not want to talk about it. She said they gave her thirty days to decide and she wanted to talk about it at home. They got home and things spiraled downhill very quickly.
She wanted them both to relocate to London and for him to work for the Ministry acquiring and tracking Dragons in the UK. She had even filled out an application for him and looked for apartments. She had thought she was being helpful but all Charlie felt was himself being pushed into a corner. That in itself had sent him over the edge. The fought and yelled every night for a week. He slept on the couch or the dragon nursery while she slept in their room with the door locked. She accused him of not being invested in their relationship and he accused her of trying to change him into something he wasn't.
Their last fight had been particularly nasty, looking back they both said things they didn't mean. He couldn't remember what they had actually said but he remembered that she was sobbing the entire time. He finally broke when she threw the bracelet he had gotten her for Christmas at him while he was drinking a glass of Firewhiskey in attempt to calm down. He saved up every Galleon, knut, and sickle he could afford for that bracelet. In fury he slammed his glass down on the bar, it shattered into his palm and when she shouted at him to stop being a child he tossed the entire bottle at the wall. He then did the one thing he had always promised her he would never do. He walked out in middle of their fight.
He stayed at his mate's house that night and after an entire bottle of Firewhiskey, he was so pissed that he slept in the tub. He knew then she would not forgive him. Her father had walked out on her and her mother when she was little when he had found out she couldn't have any more children and would not be able to produce a male heir. He then remarried a Pureblood of higher status abandoning them completely. She had been so scarred from his abandonment that she even changed her name so no one would know her shame of being the abandoned Nott daughter.
He came home late that night dragging his feet. He should not have shouted at her or broken the glass but he was scared. He was scared to even say the word that described his feeling towards her. He decided to apparate straight into the bathroom to avoid an ambush at the front door. In hindsight, it was the worst possible thing he could have done. Had he walked in through the front door he could have turned around and left. The scene was burned so deeply into his memory he never bedded a girl more than twice and if he even thought of asking a witch on a date the scene would replay itself in his mind until he hurled.
He had apparated into the bathroom and the first thing he noticed was that the shower was running and that it was suffocatingly steamy inside. He was facing the mirror that was blurry though he could just make out shapes behind him in the mirror. He swiped it with his hand in time to hear a moan come from behind him. A Wizard was balls deep in Gabby against the shower wall. His hands were on either side of her head bracing them against the shower wall. Her long legs were locked around his waist as he slammed into her and cursed. Gabby moaned and threaded her hands through pitch black hair.
There was a man fucking Gabby in his shower.
There was a man in his fucking home fucking his woman in his god damn shower.
If he could breathe fire he would have. He wasn't sure what happened afterward but all he remembered was seeing a haze of red. Anger had filled him like the draught of living dead flooding his veins with poison and filling him with the need to maim, hurt, and kill. He remembered slamming his fist into the shower door and glass shattering everywhere. He remembered her screams as he punched the bastard who he recognized from the training fields. He was a new tamer, not new enough to not know that they were dating but new enough to have been gone from Romania the next morning.
He physically threw them both out of his house regardless of the fact that they were both naked. The commotion had caused their neighbors to come out but he couldn't find it in himself the care. This was the first and only woman he had thought of having children with and the woman he wanted to grow old with. She begged and pleaded with him tears staining her reddened face. The man had immediately scrambled away, his wand summoned and clothes conjured. Gabby stayed there sobbing even after he turned around and stormed back into their home. He summoned all of her things, everything that reminded him of her and sent them crashing in front of her. She yanked a shirt on and made to walk towards him when he had enough. He hexed her and shouted at her never to return plus a couple of other things that would have made his mother blush.
She didn't return.
He wasn't sure who broke the news but his mates were over within the hour. One fixed his wounds from the shower door while the other popped bottles off of firewhiskey. He palmed a small black box as his mates drank and convinced him he didn't need her, that he was better off. He swore that day that he would never fall for this again. It would just be him and his dragons.
He had thought he had finally forgotten about her and the gut-turning feeling she had left him with until he saw her in Saint Mungos armed and ready to hurt his mother. She had her wand drawn and while he knew she was formidable in a duel he never thought they would be on opposite sides of an actual battle. She had been part of the damn Order. He knew because he had vouched for her.
He shook his head and cursed as he ripped the bottom of his robes and bandaged his hand. He didn't want to think of Gabriella Lillian Torren. He didn't want to feel the same pain he felt that day again today. He didn't need this kind of drama in his life. He straightened his back and concentrated on the one thing that mattered. His mother.
After shouting obscenities for forty-five minutes and finally threatening to send a horde of Horntails after the families of the guard outside his cell Kingsley came bounding in. He handed a parchment to the Warden of the cell level. The man nodded and Kingsley hurried to his cell. The door flung open and Kingsley motioned for him to follow. He hurried behind Kingsley down a long corridor until they reached a set of elevators. Charlie was panting. He slumped against the wall of the elevator after the doors closed. The elevator lurched and they took off. Kingsley stayed silent his hands locked behind his back. Charlie was bursting with questions but he knew better than to ask them in a monitored elevator.
They exited at the Minister's level and Kingsley swooped past a harried secretary who was being yelled at through the Floo. She was writing correspondences as she responded to the man. She paused only to hand Kingsley a stack of parchment and two letters. He nodded his thanks silently and tapped his lips twice. She nodded in understanding and informed the gentlemen in the Floo that the Minister had not returned yet and that no, she did not know when he would be back.
He opened the doors to his private office motioning for Charlie to follow. Charlie slumped into a chair in front of his desk. He had the decency to wait until Kingsley sunk into his chair to start his tirade. The man looked like he aged ten years in the span of one day.
"Kings. What the bloody hell is going on? Where is my Mum?! I want the Auror's name and rank who stunned me. I am going to set Hermione after every one of those miserable-"
"Charlie! Calm down. You hit your head and you need medical attention. I happen to have a Healer in the room adjacent to this one. Can I send her in?"
"No. You tell me what happened to my mother" He fumed.
"Charlie. Charlie, I'm not sure how to explain this to you... I know your father wanted to be the one to tell you but he has armed Auror's following him around the office and they won't let him near any of his children. I know he was able to explain to Ron and George-"
"Kings just spit it out. What the bloody hell is going on and where is my mother?" Kingsley sighed and rubbed his temples.
"You're not going to take this well." Charlie rose an eyebrow and Kingsley continued.
"Your mother has temporary amnesia. She doesn't remember marrying your father or having any of you. She does apparently remember having an affair with another wizard who she named as being the father of Bill. A man who apparently had no clue that Bill was his son. A man that may or may not have been an Order member during the war." Charlie felt his jaw drop and his heart ceased entirely. His mother had an affair?
"Who?" His jaw was clenched as his face grew unbearably hot. How could she? How could she cheat on dad? Were any of them even his children? Were they all even Weasley's? Did Bill know? Did Dad know?
"Lucius Malfoy."
Ministry of Magic, Monday 6:00 AM
Bill stumbled a bit out of the swirling vortex of House Elf apparition. Traveling with an elf was vastly more comfortable then how he had traveled with his father. It was probably due to the fact that house elves were used to transporting minors all the time so their Masters didn't have to apparate their children. The nuisance of dealing with your own children. Merlin.
He turned to survey his surroundings and quickly pulled up the hood of his robe and nodded to the elf. He was easily recognizable with his red hair in the main entrance hall of the Ministry. It was noticeably empty of witches and wizards. They were probably avoiding the mob that was gathered just outside of the main doors. Their shouts were so loud the doors visibly rattled at what should have been magically soundproof doors.
He glanced at the main door through his hood. The people were angry, very angry. It wouldn't be too long until hexes or Merlin forbid Curses were sent flying. He turned his back to the door and asked Pip if he could apparate him outside of the Minister's office. The elf nodded quickly and reached for his hand once more.
Pip apparated them again but this time into the main entrance of the Minister of Magic's suite. He thanked the elf and sent him back to the Cottage with instructions to take care of his family. He walked briskly down the hallway to Kingsley's office. He could see a frazzled looking secretary making a mad dash through piles of scrolls as a self-inking quill wrote notes on an elder man's ongoing speech from the Floo about ingrates and Blood traitors on her far left.
To her right was a large and what would have been a lovely window with a delicate gold basket beneath. There were letters overflowing from the basket as it overflowed and poured through the window. There were scores of owls waiting impatiently outside the window hooting in annoyance at their delayed responses. The combination of the smell and the noise made Bill feel sorry for Kingsley's secretary.
As if the room couldn't get any louder the shouts from the protesters about Death Eaters and Corruption could be heard not just through the open room but through the Floo suggesting that the elderly man was outside close to the mob.
"-a mere child really. I don't know what home you came from secretary but I am SACRED TWENTY EIGHT. Do you know what that means young lady?" Shouted the man in the Floo.
"Sir, again may I remind you I'm twenty-nine. I am most definitely capable of answering the Minister's calls as well as handling his schedule. May I also remind you that the Minister is a busy man and does not respond to every rumor that graces the Wizarding world. He is a busy man."
"THOSE IMGRATES BLEW UP A HOSPITAL! A HOSPITAL!"He shouted. Bill felt his face heat when he realized that the 'ingrates' were his brothers.
"Sir, I understand you're upset, however-"
"I AM SACRED TWENTY-" She raised a hand and cut the man off before he could go on what looked like another tirade of his own self-importance.
"Sir, it honestly wouldn't matter if you were Harry Potter or the great Albus Dumbledore himself. The Minister is in a meeting and asked not to be disturbed so anything short of You Know Who dropping by for tea and he will not be disturbed. Do I make myself clear?"
The man began to curse and scream at the secretary. She feigned shock and began to mime shouting back silently at him.
"CAN YOU HEAR ME? YOUNG LADY, CAN YOU HEAR ME? Bollocks. I'll have to call back with another Floo." He disconnected dramatically and Bill had to stifle a laugh. This clearly wasn't her first cranky council member of the day.
She burst into a fit of giggles as the Floo roared up again only to block it as the old cranky todger called repeatedly.
"God, Wizards need caller-ID."
"What's that?" Bill asked. She jumped, shrieked, and fell off of her chair and onto the floor. Kingsley door slammed open as he came running into the room his wand raised. On his heels was a tall man with sandy hair with robes and a face that matched someone who hadn't slept properly in a while. The only thing bright on him was his shiny DMLE badge. That was a Head Auror badge. Crap. Crap. He probably should have told the secretary he was there. Was he going to be arrested? Could you be arrested for scaring the Minister's secretary? He scolded himself at his own stupidity.
"Pamela?" Shouted Kingsley. He surveyed the room his wand pointed at Bill. Bill placed both his hands up submissively and let his hood drop. The Head Auror pocketed his wand nodding at him. That was a good sign.
"Hey, Kings. I heard you were looking for me." He smiled sheepishly. Kings returned his smile and pocketed his wand.
"Oh, Bill. Thank Merlin you're alright. Is Ginny okay? Arthur said she got splinched."
"Fleur is tending to her. She's resting. Thank you for asking, Kings. Sorry for scaring you, Miss..." He nodded at Pamela who was in the process of settling back into her chair. She stood up shakily and extended her hand. He shook it and smiled.
"Pamela, Pamela Sitnick. I hate being called Miss Sitnick but anything else will do. It makes me think of my aunt. It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Weasley." He smiled warmly at her. She was clearly a new addition to Kingsley's team.
"What happened to Samantha?" Samantha was Kingsley's old secretary who had gone to school with Bill she was living proof you could be sorted into Slytherin but be a natural Hufflepuff. They were part of the same study group. She always brought sweets for everyone before exams to help them concentrate.
"She had twins!" Said Pamela excitedly. "No one knows who the father is and she is keeping it secret. I heard a rumor it's a muggle. Oh, but the boys are so adorable! I knitted them hats! I know I have pictures somewhere..." She started to rummage through her drawers as Kingsley gave him a bemused smile. He was clearly used to her over-enthusiasm.
"Aha! Found it!" She yanked out a photo of a pair of blonde blue-eyed boys bundled into little fluffy blue blankets. Their mother looked on adoringly as they took turns trying to roll over. He smiled and handed it back to her.
"Adorable. Thank you, Pamela." He turned to Kingsley as she got up to shut the big window, owls hooting angrily on the other side.
"You wanted to see me, Minister?" He gulped despite himself, despite talking himself into being strong and not showing his fear to one of his close friends. A friend who he entrusted his family with during the war.
"Err... yes. You best come to my office. Pam, just... continue to hold everything, will you? You're doing great.. really." Kingsley held the door open as the Head Auror went back inside.
Bill followed cautiously trying desperately to remain calm. He felt a deep dread awaken in him. As if he was walking to a death that had been meticulously and intimately planned before he was ever born.
Shortly after he found out his mother had an affair he had a literal shit fit. He needed this to be over. He wanted his family back. The one he was raised with, not some Pureblood supremacist who offered his son up to a homicidal maniac. He slid into a chair across from Kingsley's desk as Kingsley went to sit in his own. The Head Auror sat in the seat next to him. Kings crossed his hands together and leaned on them looking older than he had in years. He began to speak but all Bill could hear was a faint buzzing sound.
Kingsley began to sit up his face alarmed and his wand in hand. Bill squeezed his eyes shut waiting for the shackles to come. He felt his airways constrict as he struggled to breathe. Intellectually he knew he was having a panic attack, Harry had them often and all the Weasley knew what to do, but he was unable to move or do anything. He was frozen in fear and a dark void was fighting for its claim on his consciousness.
Cold water drenched his face when Bill suddenly came to on the floor. Kingsley was standing directly in front of him calling his name while he pocketed his wand. Pamela was handing a potion to the Head Auror who had just released his head gently onto the floor.
"Bill. You passed out. Are you okay? There was a Healer in here moments ago. I can go get her. If she's not umm... busy." Kingsley offered. He shook his head and took the glass of water that Pamela was offering him.
"Thank you." He murmured. She nodded and left the room closing the door behind her.
"Am I going to Azkaban Kings?"
"No." Said the Head Auror sternly. "I'm Head Auror Proudfoot. The worst they could do is put you on house arrest or probation but honestly, veritserum or a legilimancy exam will prove that you were and are a devout husband and an Order member during the war and most definitely not a Death Eater."
Bill choked on the water out he was drinking.
"They think I'm a Death Eater?!" He gasped. He saw two stacks of parchments fly into the rubbish bin under Kingsley's desk. No doubt it was this mornings edition of the Prophet.
"The public does. The Wizengamot knows better. They remember Sirius Black. He was an Auror and a good person even Azkaban couldn't change that. You will have a fair trial and everyone will see the truth." Proudfoot responded calmly.
"You're very calm about this." Bill was surprised by his demeanor. As Head Auror, he must have seen a lot but this media circus would, at last, make him a little unsettled. He laughed.
"Mr. Weasley, Bill. You have a lot of irate friends and family members and you are the last one I'm speaking to today. Honestly, I've given this speech so many times I could do it in my sleep. If it makes you feel better your brothers are fiercely protective of you." Bill couldn't help but smile. That did make him feel better.
"They're okay though, my brothers and my parents?" He was aware of how small his voice sounded but he was genuinely too worried to care. The Prewetts family had legendary tempers.
"Yes. Your mother has seen a Healer and should be coming out of sedation soon. The only brother that will likely have any scarring his Charlie and honestly with the amount of scarring he has now, I don't think he'll notice the difference. Besides I think he's... distracted for the time being." Bill noticed Kingsley smirk but chose to ask about it later.
"Alright, the Wizengamot will be assembled in an hours time. Let go over your statement as well as court proceedings. Hermione should be here soon."
Minister of Magic's Personal Chambers, Monday 4:15AM (2 hours prior to Bill's appearance)
"Lucius Malfoy?! Are you fucking kidding me?!" Charlie felt his ears burn as he jumped up knocking his chair over behind him.
"Charlie. Calm down. You're in the Minister of Magic's office not on a Dragon Reserve!" Kingsley rarely raised his voice he must have been as tired and fed up as he was. But he didn't just find out his mother cheated on his father.
"She cheated... she cheated on-" He was spluttering in anger. He could feel his face grow very hot. He could see the steam. The shower. The breaking glass. It was Gabby all over again.
"Charlie. Think. Use your brain you were given. When was Bill born and when did your parents get married?" Charlie froze mid pacing. He didn't even remember getting up, but the chair he had been sitting on was now sprawled out on the floor. He counted, again and again, his face taut with concentration over the menial task.
"Two months. Bill was conceived at least two months before the wedding."
"Yes. Your parent's marriage was arranged by her father, your grandfather. He knew she was dating Lucius in secret and that no good would come of it. Her brothers tried to stop your grandfather but after they were killed he was mad with grief and terrified for his remaining child. They were married several months later. Somewhere in between the two broke it off. Your mother found out she was pregnant the morning of her wedding. She told your father and offered him an out. He knew who she had been with before and married her anyway."
Charlie sat quietly letting his families history sink in. He had always assumed his father and mother had a fairy tale love at first sight story. Finding out otherwise was humbling and removed a weight he had not realized was sitting heavily on his shoulders.
"My mum got her memories back?"
"No, but the Healer says she should start to get her memories back in about thirty to fourth hours."
"How..." He choked collapsing back into the chair.
"Charlie, you're father... he's written a private testimony for the Wizengamot and the Wizengamot alone to review." Charlie sat quietly worrying about his brother, his mother, and his family as a whole. At his request, Kingsley continued and went over the full details he knew of his mother's medical records, her confession, her escape, and her current incarceration pending trial. The Wizengamot's decision would affect whether or not she and Lucius would be tried as well as the rest of his family. Charlie sighed and caught his wand as Kingsley tossed it to him. There was a lot riding on Bill not losing his temper, which was one of Kingsley's main concerns.
"The Healer. What was her name again?" Kingsley shuffled through the files on his desk. He had over fourth testimonies on his desk with no order and what he was pretty sure was a scone stuck between two files.
"Tracey Davis. She is a junior Healer. She just graduated. She left Hogwarts at the end of her sixth year to pursue Healership with full recommendations from the faculty at Hogwarts." He shuffled through some parchments. "Ah. She was put through an accelerated program because of the war and graduated six months ago at the top of her class. She took off two months to care for her brother and her mother who is in a long-term care facility."
"In Britain?"
"Yes, but I believe she wants to get her transferred... oh, her brother Ekon Maximus the third works in the same dragon colony you do." He shuffled more parchments.
"He does research on new species and migration patterns mostly. He wrote some impressive papers on Chinese Fireballs all under a pseudonym. Not many people want to have anything to do with let alone read essays written by a Death Eater's son." Kingsley winced scanning the rest of the document.
"Sorry, it's what is written here. It says that his father orchestrated the Azkaban outbreak and crucioed his muggleborn wife to insanity on Voldemort's orders. He was killed during the final battle. You seem awfully curious about this witch. Anything I should know?" He winked and Charlie rolled his eyes. Kingsley was a romantic. So in love with the idea of being in love he had never experienced it properly. Puppy love in school maybe, but nothing real and forceful. Lucky Wizard.
"She was the only one who gave a damn about my mother. I want to know more-"
A soft knock disrupted his thoughts and the bemused smile of the Minister. Head Auror Proudfoot stalked into the room leaving the door ajar behind him. He nodded curtly to Charlie before handing a stack of documents over to Kingsley. Kingsley tore them open and let out a sigh of relief.
"Will Auror Torren testify against her peers? It won't gain her any points with them." Charlie froze. Gabby?
"Yes. She's agreed already. I have her written statement and have detained all Aurors in question. Two are being sacked while the rest will have disciplinary hearings. I'll be doing paperwork till I'm grey." Kingsley laughed.
"You're already grey."
"Funny." Proudfoot turned to Charlie.
"All charges against the Weasley brothers have been formally dropped. The only people facing charges now is Molly Weasley, Bill Weasley, Lucius Malfoy, and Draco Malfoy. The Testimonies combined with Miss. Granger's rage alone should keep us in the clear."
"Thanks. Charlie, I need you to go over your testimonies in the next room. The Healer that was attending to your mother is in there. She has all the documents you need. She also will look at the ghastly gash on your forehead, intimately." Kingsley smirked and winked at him. Charlie groaned. He asked one bloody question and Kingsley was planning a wedding, worse than Mum really.
"And your wrist, Mr. Weasley. Minister I do need to go over the preliminaries for the public-" Kingsley waved Proudfoot's concern off.
"Yes, yes I know. Charlie if you would. There are soundproofing spells so send a Patronus if you need something."
Charlie muttered his thanks and headed off to the door in the far corner of the room.
He walked him into an adjacent room that looked like a lounge for the Minister to entertain private guests. It held a variety of upscale couches, bookshelves, and liquor cabinets. Knowing Kingsley this room was mostly used for when he crashed on the couch rather then Floo home most nights. He needed a woman, or a man, just someone to go home to.
His eyes were drawn to a humongous iron symbol of the Ministry hung over a crackling fireplace surrounding by chaises and armchairs in different shades of purple. Sitting on one of the armchairs in front of the fireplace reading parchments was a fuming witch in Healer robes who was remarkably pretty. She looked up as the door closed behind magically sealing them inside. She stood dropping her parchment on the coffee table and extended her hand towards him.
Charlie discreetly surveyed the red-faced witch as he shook her hand. She had dark hair that was pinned back with a dark blue elegant clip. Her eyes were sharp and calculating, her hands soft an warm. Just by the way she stood he knew she was a Pureblood.
"Healer Davis." She said. Oh, yes. How had he forgotten that Kingsley said she would be in here?
"It's nice to meet you, Healer Davis. I'm Charlie." She smiled shyly as she surveyed his wrist and forehead.
"May I?" She asked. He nodded and she motioned for him to sit on the armchair she had just gotten up from. He sat quietly as she waved her wand and summoned a small black bag. She sank down to her knees in front of him surveying his face. She pulled out her wand and waved it as things started emptying out of her bag.
She moved on and started waving her wand over him. He recognized her diagnostic spells from his many trips to the hospital in Romania. He was jolted out of his memories of his dragon related injuries when he felt something feather soft on his face. She was no longer sitting several feet from him but leaning up closely examining his head wound. Gently her finger's were ghosting up the side of his forehead. He gazed into her eyes surprised at the depth he found within her dark blue irises. She blinked her long black lashes fluttering lightly on his skin.
"You're going to have a scar" She murmured.
"That's okay." She smiled nervously at his response and continued to clean and close his head wound. She moved onto his hand examining it carefully. She was breathing softly onto his arm and he could feel goosebumps rise all over him. It was silly really, her tiny hands holding his. Healing his. Her hands were so small his hand practically engulfed hers. She was the one who should be doing the holding.
She hovered over him her knees under her. Charlie felt a familiar stirring in him when he realized she was on her knees sitting squarely between his legs.
Think of France. Think of France. Think of France.
"Why would you think of France?" Charlie snapped his eyes open. Bollocks, those thoughts weren't supposed to come out. She finished with his wrist, her question unanswered.
"How were you injured? Head Auror Proudfoot wouldn't let me see your file so I don't-" she was cut off by a loud shriek reverberated through the walls. Charlie sprung forward toppling the coffee table over with his wand arm while simultaneously knocking her backward and shielding her with his body. After a quick glance that she was unharmed, he raised his wand armed and a shield around them.
They waited for several seconds with her under him and his wand out, Charlie trying desperately to ignore the pretty witch under him with all of her clothes securely on. On. Not off. Most definitely on.
Charlie was contemplating getting up to investigate when an eagle Patronus soared in the room. It looked at them and nodded perched elegantly on the back of the couch.
"False alarm. Sorry, Pamela got scared. Everyone's fine." Head Auror Proudfoot's voiced echoed through the room. Charlie exhaled at the same time Tracey did. Miss Davis, the same time Miss Davis. Why was he still on top of her?
"Kingsley told me what you did. Thank you for taking care of my mother." He had meant to apologize and got off of her, but his mouth had a mind of its own apparently. Her face became red and angry. He panicked for a moment until he realized that she had her wand in her hand and could have easily hexed him off of her. But, damn, she was stunning when she was angry like Fireball on the bend, fierce and terrifying spewing fire and slashing talons everywhere.
"Damn Aurors. Who do they think they are barging into Saint Mungos?! Hurling stunners and..." Her face was red as she ranted on about the inconsistencies of the DMLE and their need to control everything. She was adorable as she was fierce. She also didn't seem to mind that he was still on top of her, her warm body pressed against his.
France. France. France.
Charlie smiled at Tracey who was oblivious due to her tirade. Her black hair was fanned out across the white carpet underneath her giving her a dark but pretty glow.
"... and they should all be locked up!" She finished.
"Should they?" She nodded enthusiastically and then froze. Her eyes were darting up and down his face. She must have noticed how close they were.
He slowly lowered his lips to hover right above her ear her breathing having gone heavy and erratic.
"Tracey?" He whispered. She nodded quickly, her breath coming out in pants.
"I'm really really grateful for what you did for my mother." Her cheeks went flush and her hands clung onto her Healer robes that had bunched up to her thighs on the floor. She was wearing a very short skirt underneath. She clutched her robes so tightly her knuckles were white, almost as if she was holding herself back.
"Hmmm..." She mumbled. Charlie could feel her heart pounding against his abdomen.
"We should really be getting ready for our testimonies. The Minister said-" He wasn't sure what possessed him to lean down and kiss her but one moment he was thinking about how fast their hearts were beating and the next their lips were fused together, exploring and nipping. Her hands pushed against his chest and he leaned back scooping her into his lap as he sat up. They broke apart breathing heavily. She opened her mouth to say something but he kissed her again harder this time. Hard enough his lips hurt and he was sure hers would be swollen later.
He bit her lip playfully and she gasped. Her gasp shocked him out of the kiss. Did she not want this? Was he picking up the wrong clues? He yanked himself away from her as if he had been burned.
"I'm sorry. That was forward, I should not-" He didn't get to finish his apology because she launched herself at him. He barely caught her as she kissed him with determination and skill he had never experienced. She broke the kiss and started to pepper small kisses up the side of his neck. He pulled her up into his arms as she tugged open his robes and his shirt lining his chest with more kisses. Her legs firmly wrapped around her waist he stumbled blindly towards the wine cabinet and tossed the bottles on top onto the floor. She had her hands over his trousers and was massaging him.
He groaned and gently set her down on the table threading his hands through her hair as she pulled at his trousers impatiently. He slipped out of his pants, as she yanked her robes over her head. She was wearing a short black dress that hit her thighs and scooped so low it ended lower than her breasts. A chain hung from her throat with a small black ball that ended between her cleavage.
"Merlin." He breathed. She smiled slyly and gripped the hem of her dress with her fingers. She pulled it up slowly revealing what she had on underneath. His throats went dry and he felt his eyes bugged out of his head.
She was wearing a dark purple lacey bra underneath the dress that had holes exposing her nipple encircled by a matching strip of purple leather. He gaped at her nipples on display through her bra and instinctively plunged his fingers through the matching hole in her knickers. She moaned as his fingers began to move rhythmically. Was this what all Healer's had under their robes? Merlin.
He fastened his lips to her nipple not bothering to take the lingerie off. She cried out as he sucked and he picked up speed with his fingers. She bucked rattling the cabinet and he slowed down immediately.
"Tracey... Tracey should we slow down? I don't know if I can go back from..." She bucked her hips into him causing him to groan and his brain to short out momentarily.
"Charlie." She panted. "Fuck me. Fuck me now."
Charlie lifted her with arm and with an achingly slow pace slid her knickers down her legs until they slipped off onto the floor. She was panting now her face shining with sweat. Charlie smirked.
"Shall I fuck you against the cabinet or on the floor?" He whispered into her hair. She nodded licking her lips. He raised an eyebrow.
"Floor. Floor, Charlie. Floor, now."
Charlie lowered her to the floor and flipped her over so she was on her knees. He slid two fingers back into her warm slick entrance and scissored them causing her to buck and hiss.
"Shhh..." He murmured.
"Charlie, please. Please..." He felt her walls squeeze up around his fingers as she moaned and moved. He increased his rhythm with her moaning. She cried out suddenly and his fingers became wet instantly. He removed his fingers shoving them in her mouth before she could talk. Her cry was muffled in surprised and she moaned at the taste of her on his fingers.
Aligning himself at her center he pushed in slowly. She moaned again and he removed his fingers from her mouth and placed both hands over her breasts. He kneaded and pinched them as he picked up speed. Soon they were both moaning and grunting in unison. Then, then everything shattered into a blinding technicolor and he lost all control of himself.
"Holy fuck!" He came with a shout collapsing bonelessly on top of her. After only a moment she collapsed onto the floor taking him with her. He rolled off of her and laid next to her intertwining their fingers together. They were quiet save for heavy breathing for several minutes recovering from what had been one of his most mind blowing sex experiences he had ever had.
There was a tap on the side of the wall panel next to the liquor cabinet. Charlie summoned the throw blanket from under the couch and tossed it over them. Tracey was nuzzled into his arm humming contently, her dark hair fanned out over his skin. The panel slid aside and Head Auror Proudfoot poked his head in. His face was an unusual shade of red. Charlie leaned his head up trying to look nonchalant about his state of undress.
"Hey, just wanted to let you know... that the uh... silencing spell was one way... and you know... not... your... way." He coughed awkwardly and Charlie laughed as Tracey dived under the blanket burrowing herself into his arm. He tugged her close loving the feeling of her crushed against him.
"Anyway... we're heading out to the courtroom in a half an hour, best be in... in clothes by then... right, yeah. Also, I'd avoid Kingsley. He's smiling like it's Christmas." He closed the panel in the wall and Charlie knocked his head down on the floor. So much for keeping this quiet.
She flung her arms around his chest and the blanket slid down giving him a glorious view. He held her tightly.
"That was so embarrassing!" She whimpered. He rubbed lazy circles on her back. She pulled her head back and he smiled impishly at her.
"I would go for round two but..." She giggled and swatted his shoulder. She summoned her dress and pulled it on. Begrudgingly he let go of her so she could get dressed.
"So..." He asked mid-closing his trousers. "Do you always wear that under your Healer robes?"
She giggled again and blushed.
"It's been a while since... you know... and my friend set me up on a FD."
"FD?" She went crimson and buried her head into her hands.
"Fuck date..." Charlie burst out laughing. She pulled her hands away from her face and looked at him angrily.
"Really?" She muttered searching for her robes. Charlie grabbed her hands.
"We have a half an hour and I wouldn't want your FD to go to waste." He snaked his hands through her legs and she moaned heavily.
"You have twenty minutes ginger." She growled as he pulled her down on top of him, this witch would be the death of him.