Charlie leaned against the wall of the portkey office watching the clock across the room. He completed Charlotte's paperwork already and was waiting, impatiently, for her to arrive. It was a month since she left in the early morning hours after he was injured. He healed up completely with minimal scars. Jake was walking again without any issues. Katie was back to normal when she woke the next morning.
Charlie could not return to work immediately. His leg bothered him too much to just wander about the compound, so he was stuck at his cabin. He began to notice as the days went by, Charlotte cleaned and organized. His kitchen cabinets made sense for once. She organized the pantry into an order so he could see what they needed from the market. His clothes were all washed and sorted with the warmer weather wear neatly packed away. A few new little kitchen items also appeared. There was a new rug for the bathroom. Nothing fancy. Functional. Maybe even handmade by the woman herself.
Even more than the care she showed for their home, Charlie noticed he missed her company. He cooked his breakfast in the morning, but sat lonely at the table and ate it. There was no one to share his day's events with. No one to tell him about hers. In the few days she had spent with him, she gave him a taste of his new life. Until that point, he never thought of himself as alone. Now, he dreaded the empty cabin.
Maybe it was the bond, and maybe it wasn't. He knew the bond affected him. He was out with Louis and Nate at the little pub in town and the barmaid who always flirted and caught Charlie's attentions sometimes in the past worked very hard to gain his bed again. Only, he did not notice, or care, for some time. When she all but threw herself into his lap, he simply helped her to her feet again and sent her on her way.
Nate and Louis both looked at him in shock. Charlie merely shrugged. The chit held no enjoyment for him any longer. When Louis jokingly asked if he planned on a life of celibacy except for once a month, Charlie nodded his head. He made a commitment to his wife, one he intended on keeping. Realizing he was telling the truth, he paid his tab and went home to his lonely house and too cold bed.
Her letters helped. Prior to her last visit, his letters to Charlotte were few and spaced and shared very little about happenings in his life. Charlotte made a greater effort. She usually posted him a letter once a week, telling him about all the things happening. He would open them after a couple of days and made an effort to respond to every other one. Now, however, he watched for the big barn owls from Hogwarts with news. He typically had the owl stay for a break overnight and responded immediately. The letters were also longer than a few cursory lines and information on when and how her next trip would be. Now, he told her about his week, what his friends were doing, how work was going and much to his shock, how much he was looking forward to her weeklong visit at Easter.
Now, he stood in the Romanian International travel office, eagerly awaiting her arrival. Across from him, a pair of women sat, waiting on the same portkey bringing in loved ones from England as wall. The one woman, who was clearly British chatted with a brunette woman from the Middle East. Their earlier discussions clued Charlie they were coworkers. The brunette came along since she was marginally more experience with the international travel office, but not much. She did not have her friend start the paperwork for whomever they were waiting on. Charlie thought to inform them until the brunette began to flirt. Shamelessly.
Now, he stood across from them waiting on his wife as the brunette leaned forward digging in her bag for an obscene amount of time with her boobs almost falling out of the too tight shirt she had on. This was a step up from the blatant attempt she was making to show him she wasn't wearing a wedding or engagement ring. She finally gave up trying to get a reaction and began to wave her hands again. Charlie looked at the pair again as the brunette's brown eyes caught his. Having enough of her antics, he extracted the wrist with his watch out of his coat sleeve and looked at his watch even though he could plainly see the clock in front of him.
The brunette pouted noticing the bonding band next to the watch. "Why are all the good looking ones always taken?"
Charlie just smiled. Her friend looked at him apologetically, so he decided to pass the time. "Gringotts?"
The woman nodded. "Reserve?"
Charlie nodded back with a smile. "Easy assumption since I do not know you and they are really the largest multinational employers here."
The woman laughed. "That is true. Elaine, by the way."
"Charlie." He responded.
"Nijah." the brunette supplied, still flirty.
Her friend rolled her eyes. "Waiting on family or friends?"
"My wife." Charlie answered. "You?"
"My parents. They wanted to come and see me since the war was over. This is the first chance they have had." Elaine explained.
Charlie nodded in understanding.
"We were lucky. I already left to work out of the country when things got bad. My parents were able to stay under the radar and out of everybody's way." Elaine explained. "How did your family fare?"
Charlie's expression saddened. "We were in the thick of it. One of my brothers…did not make it through. Damn lucky it was just him, all things considered."
Elaine looked at him in horror. "I'm sorry. It's just such a common discussion between our countrymen traveling abroad. Were you muggleborns?"
"It's not your fault." Charlie shrugged. "No, we were blood traitors."
Elaine studied him closely, trying to place him. Charlie wasn't concerned. His name was, of course, known, but Ronnie and his mother were the household names people knew more readily.
She decided to give up the painful subject for the next big topic for the British Magical community. "Did you manage to dodge the new law? I was not affected. When things got bad, I rescinded my citizenship and became Romanian."
Charlie smiled and held up his wrist again. Elaine groaned for him. "I am not having any luck. Shall we discuss the weather? Is that safe?"
Charlie laughed.
Elaine smiled sheepishly. "Why didn't you leave Britain? Become Romanian. I know a few others at Gringotts did."
"I can't," Charlie supplied. "A portion of my wages comes from the British Ministry of Magic. All the foreign reserve members are not allowed to change citizenship since the reserve is an international venture. Of course, I know Gringotts doesn't care. Goblins don't hold to borders."
Elaine shrugged smugly. "Did your girlfriend mind getting bonded so quickly?"
"No girlfriend. We were a Ministry match." Charlie explained.
"Oh," Elaine looked devastated. "I'm sorry. It must have been hard."
"It was at first. I was being thick about the whole thing, but they did a good job and we are getting along as well as we can." Charlie explained.
Elaine decided a safer topic was needed. "When do you think they will arrive? They are a few minutes late already."
Charlie looked at the clock then at Ivan. Ivan shrugged.
"Do your parents travel internationally often?" Charlie inquired.
Elaine giggled. "Heaven's no. This is their first time."
Charlie grimaced. "Then it will be a few more minutes. Archie is a stickler for first time travelers."
"I'm sorry." Elaine said.
Charlie shrugged. "My father will prod him along."
Elaine looked at him inquiringly. Charlie continued. "I am sure he probably met them in the travel office to see my wife off. My brother and mum were taking her to catch her portkey."
"Hopefully he can. I have a big group coming in from China in an hour. Negotiations with the Ministry for exports." Ivan grumbled. He reached behind him and extracted a file from the cabinet. Pulling documents, he duplicated them and added them to Charlotte's form."
Charlie nodded his thanks. Ivan grinned.
The friends began talking about work again. Elaine must be taking time off and Nijah was covering for her. Charlie just looked at the clock again when there was a flash of blue and three people and their baggage tumbled into the office.
An older man landed on the floor. His wife would have fell backwards, but jostled into Charlotte who had managed to stay upright by grabbing her trunk. Charlie chuckled and shook his head.
"Welcome to Romania. Anything to declare?" Ivan asked his standard question.
Charlie reached down and offered the man on the floor a hand and pulled him up. He strode across the room, nodded to the man's wife and collected his own in his arms.
Without saying a word, he kissed Charlotte passionately for several seconds before parting their lips and letting them both breathe. "Good evening, wife."
Charlotte blushed at his attentions. "Good evening, Charlie."
The older couple chortled. Elaine came across the room and hugged them both. Ivan cleared his throat reminding everyone he was there. Charlie walked Charlotte to the desk, the middle aged couple proceeding after them.
"Have you completed your entry papers," Ivan asked.
The couple shook their heads and Ivan set them up with forms to complete. Elaine looked at Charlie and smirked exasperated finally realizing what he had been doing.
Ivan then rounded on Charlotte. "Mrs. Weasley, welcome back. Sign here. And here. Which bags are yours?"
Charlotte indicated her school truck and another box. Ivan did a complicated charm. A light shot out of his wand, wormed its way through Charlotte's luggage including the two book bags she was carrying and sped to a paper on Ivan's desk. It raced across the paper and disappeared. Ivan retrieved the paper and reviewed the list.
Elaine stood next to Nijah and whispered frantically. Charlie ignored the conversation in general, but caught words like war hero and Harry Potter. He sighed dreading the look on their faces when he turned around. To distract himself, he kissed Charlotte on her collar. She giggled from being ticklish and shrugged him off. Charlie persisted.
Ivan smirked and leered at Charlie. "Someone is in for a good time, but I must not divulge secrets, yes."
"Oh, really." Charlie smiled back. "Please, do tell."
"Oh, Ivan. I almost forgot. Charlie's mother sent something for you." Charlotte interrupted blushing. She pulled open the box and produced one of his mother's chocolate Easter eggs and presented it to Ivan. "She wanted to thank you for how kind you have been to me with all of my traveling."
Ivan smiled at Charlotte. "I am but a humble servant here to guide you on your way. But I appreciate your mother-in-law's thoughtfulness. You are all set. Off you get. Wouldn't want to keep Charlie's surprise a surprise for too long. Yes?"
Charlotte laughed and nodded blushing brighter. Charlie was intrigued. Charlotte thanked Ivan and closed her box. She levitated both to the exit and to the courtyard. Charlie grabbed her hand and turned. Elaine and Nijah stared at them in awe. Charlie rushed them to the exit.
When they entered the courtyard, Charlie grabbed Charlotte's hand and her trunk. Charlotte reach out and took the box and Charlie turned on the spot. They landed in the clearing overlooking the mountains near the gate. Charlie spelled the trunk and box into moving and pulled Charlotte to the gate. She looked down at there still connected hands then back up at Charlie saying nothing.
They cleared the gate and began to walk to the reserve's central compound to check in only to run into Phillip. He took pity on them and told Charlie he would sign Charlotte into the compound as he was on his way there anyway. That way they would not have to hauling the luggage all over the camp. Both thanked him profusely and proceeded to their cabin.
Charlie unlocked the door, sent the box and trunk through and pulled Charlotte in behind him. As her baggage settled itself upon the floor, Charlie rounded on Charlotte and pulled her toward him into a heated kiss. "I have been thinking of this all day."
She blushed and stepped away. Charlie looked at her with lust filled eyes. "I have missed you."
"And I you," Charlotte replied.
Charlie pulled her to himself again and kissed her. She relaxed into his arms. He continued to kiss her as he pulled her closer. She could feel his need against her belly. She could feel her own within hers. She worried it was shameful since it was the middle of the day.
Then an old lesson came back to her from the past. One of the wives of the family found out her husband was unfaithful and produced a bastard. She wailed and carried on for what seemed like hours, at least until the grandmother had enough. She explained to the woman none too kindly if her husband found what he needed at his home and in her bed, he would not find a need to look for it elsewhere.
Charlie had needs. Ones not being met regularly because, she, his wife, was at school instead of at their home. Yet, she was sure Charlie would stay faithful to her. Not only because of the bond making them shy away from others, but because he, Charlie Weasley, was raised by Molly and Arthur to be good and kind and loyal. The man who was so determined she complete her education and become a healer he was willing to quit his job for her to do so. She finally completely understood what the grandmother was talking about all those years ago. So what if it was the middle of the afternoon. Your husband has needs, willingly and happily fulfil those needs.
Charlotte stepped back from Charlie. He grimaced, but did not say anything. Charlotte looked at him with lust. She pointed her wand at the door and locked it. Charlie perked up at the sound. She waved her wand and the curtains flew shut. Charlie grinned. She took two steps back and placed her wand behind her back thankful Gillian was in the room as she got ready to leave this morning. She drew her wand downward pulling the zipper with it. She took another step back and lowered the dress, capturing it on her chest with her arms. She smiled at him, like she seen Gillian smile at Ben just before they disappeared. Charlie watched her with his devilish smirk.
She took two more steps back as Charlie's eyes dropped to the floor. The absolutely impractical high heels Ginny insisted all the girls buy one weekend in Hogsmeade clicked on the floor. Ginny said told them all to wear the shoes and see what their man did. Obviously, Ginny knew what the shoes were going to evoke, because Charlie's look became even more heated then previously. She gathered what little courage she possessed and let the dress pool around her ankles on the floor. Charlie's eyes began an upward climb.
He stopped at her knickers and groaned. "Please tell me that is the set from our wedding night?"
"You said you wanted a chance to enjoy them properly," Charlotte said innocently.
Charlie shifted to adjust the front of his jeans. "I've got to send them a Thank You."
Charlotte stepped out of the dress and took a couple more steps backwards. Charlie advanced on her, stalking her like a hungry predator. Charlotte turned around and began to walk slowly, purposefully across the room to their big bed. She seen how he was drawn to the heels and made a production of each and every step for him. She heard him stop and watch her progress. In her mind she was horrified at her behavior. The mantra of the things her friends said they tried or thought about trying ran through her head. She got to the bed and climbed up swaying her hips. She rolled over and crossed her legs reaching down to take off the shoes.
"Leave them on." Charlie's voice was harsh and husky with need.
She looked up playing at innocence. Slowly, she sat up on the bed and looked in his face. It was her turn to watch. Charlie looked her over again. He took two steps forward and pulled his shirt over his head and threw it aside. Slowly he pulled lose the belt and unbuttoned his jeans. As the zipper was lowered, Charlotte eyes shot up, embarrassed. Charlie chuckled. He loosened the fly but left them on.
"Where is you bravery, little minx." He advanced on her again. "Did you use it all up already? I hope not."
He leaned forward supporting himself on his hands. He kissed her eagerly, touching her only with his lips. She groaned into the kiss, trembling with need.
He broke the kiss and looked her over. "There is my brave wife. Let's try something new. Something that will prolong the enjoyment for both of us."
He kissed her collar bones. His hands traced the outline of her body and his lips followed the path of his hands. He took time and teased her through the lace of the black bra as she gasped at the attention. He continued down, nipping at her ribs and teasing her bellybutton. She sat back on her elbows watching him with lust. She jumped when he kissed her lace covered core. He held her hips in place and sat back on his heels.
He grabbed her leg and pulled it upward. He placed a soft kiss on her bare ankle and looked at the black shoe. "These are wonderful. I think I will take back the comment about practical shoes. Wear these every day."
Charlotte giggled. He kissed her calf, the back of her knee, the inside of her thigh. She giggled again, ticklish from his stubble. He grinned up at her as he took the other leg repeating his steps. This time, however he only stopped when he placed a kiss on both hips. She looked at him questioningly.
He grinned mischievously. "I think I would like to find out something new about you today, my wife. I would love to know what you taste like."
Charlotte was still confused. Obviously her school girl gossip education was lacking. Charlie smirked at the implication. What he was about to do, no cozy talk with your mother would cover. Obviously, her girlfriends were either not talking or never received.
He slipped his calloused thumbs under the hem of the panties at her waist. She locked eyes with him. He waited a second to see if she panicked. She didn't, so he drew them downward. Slowly. Dragging them off over each of the shoes. He kissed each ankle again before slipping it over his shoulder.
She questioned him with her eyes again. He kissed each side of her thighs as he progressed upward. Knowing she would protest when he reached his destination, he grasped her hips holding her from running. He grinned at her again and dropped his open mouth to her core. She inhaled and tried to squirm away. His hands on her hips held her to the spot he wanted her. He lavished her with him tongue, first flat and hard lapping at her clit next thin and yielding as he circled it around the small nub. She fought him for only a breath before she collapsed in rapture. His tongue darted in and out of her tight channel, then returned to her clit again with long wide hard strokes. He wanted her as much as she wanted him.
He continued to lick, stroke, kiss and suck her core as she thrashed and keened above him. She was close, he could tell. He lavished her clit again and began to suckle the little bundle of nerves. She keened again, begging him to stop, and began to buck against his face before she gasped as she plummeted over the edge into orgasm. Charlie did not relent his actions. Instead he lapped at the juices of her release as she came back down. He repositioned her ankles to his back and began to kiss his way back up to her face. He looked at her blissed expression and smiled roguishly.
"You taste like nirvana, Charlotte. Totally and utterly perfect. Would you like to see?"
She looked at him with lust. He smirked again and threaded his fingers through her hair. He pulled her to him and kissed her deeply. His tongue toyed for entrance and she complied. He swept inside her mouth and Charlotte groaned. Whether it was from the sweet taste of her on his lips and tongue or from desire, he was uncertain. Both, he hoped. He slipped himself free of his pants and boots. Still kissing her, he slid himself home within her inviting body.
He repositioned her feet on him back and drove into her again. She cried out in pleasure, over sensitive from the tonguing he had delivered earlier. He thrust into her hard twice and she was crashing over the edge again. He continued to deliver his slow deep strokes through her orgasm. She was limp in his arms, accepting his kisses when offered but otherwise relaxed. He continued to stroke in and out of her hoping for her to find release yet again. It was not long before his strokes became more aggressive. She began to thrash below him as he brought her back to a peak. Her heels dug into his back spurring him onward with the little burst of pain. He was so close. She arched against him and his name became her mantra. "Charlie, Charlie, Oh yes, Charlie"
He could not hold back anymore. The pain from the heels in his back, the tight channel, her devoted chanting, her arching back. He thrust into her with everything he had in him and she arched into him once more before her tight channel closed on him like a vice. He's movement began to become jerky and he shouted her name in relief.
He collapsed to the bed just shifting enough to prevent himself from falling on her. She was breathing heavily next to him trying to recover from their activities. Too exhausted to get up or maneuver them under the covers, he pointed his wand at the closet with the spare blankets and summons one to cover them. He tossed it over them and pulled her into his arms. She mumbled something about needing to get up, but was too exhausted, or blissed for Charlie to care.
"Sleep," He commanded. She complied.
A short while later, the pounding at the door woke them. Charlotte sat straight up in bed.
"Damn it Weasley. You need to wake up. I know you have no food in there and you both need to eat. Get your naked, lazy ass up and get ready for dinner," Jake's voice boomed through the heavy wooden door.
Charlie groaned and rolled over to the door. "Go, away. We want to sleep."
Katie's voice drifted to them next. "You need your strength if you plan on making love all week, Charlie. Get up and feed the Bella. Bella Charlotte, take a shower before you come to the pub. There is nothing worse than sitting in wet panties all evening. Trust a woman who knows."
Charlotte reddened at the fact their friends knew what they were doing. Charlie kissed her. "We'll be there in an hour."
"Thirty minutes, or I tell Louis she arrived this afternoon." Jake threatened back.
Charlie groaned and rolled up. "Fine, we'll see you at The Dragon Den."
"Thirty minutes." Jake threatened.
Charlie rolled out of the bed and strolled easily across the room. He retrieved his shirt and was going to pull it back on when he noticed Charlotte had not moved. He smiled at her knowingly and tossed her the shirt. "Go, wash up quick. Wear the shirt if it helps. I personally loved when you walked across this room almost starkers. Do you remember what it did to me?"
She blushed as she pulled on the shirt and slipped out of bed. She made a move to walk to her trunk, but Charlie redirected her. "Go on. Katie had me buy you some pretty soap and such. It's in the bathroom already."
"I need some clothes." Charlotte commented.
"Let me pick something out." Charlie grinned. "Where is the stuff you bought today?"
Charlotte scowled at him. "In the box. That wasn't very nice you know. Making your brother, very pregnant sister-in-law and your mother make me go shopping."
Charlie grinned opening the box. "He will send Louis. Louis will come in and make us rush along and he will not care if you are starkers either. Move along."
Charlotte huffed and stomped to the bathroom. Charlie heard the water running and opened the box. Inside were a few new kitchen items, some warm socks, heavy jeans and a few new jumpers. He continued to dig. Something on the entry list had made Ivan comment. He continued to pull out more until he found the items. Or what he presumed were the items anyway. Lace, satins and silks. Obviously the veela sister-in-law had intervened. At least he hoped it was her and not Bill or, worse yet, his mother.
The shower cut off. Charlie sorted through her new purchases and drew out an outfit for her to wear to dinner. Bless you, Fleur.
Charlotte drifted back out of the bath wrapped in one of his fluffy towels. Her hair was piled on top of her head and held in place by her wand.
Charlie chuckled at the site. "We had a friend, an ex Auror, who would have told you that is not a very safe place to store you wand."
Charlotte shrugged. "Most of the girls in Ravenclaw do it. Besides, it takes forever to get it dried out again."
"Understandable." He still hadn't dressed while waiting for her to finish. "I'm catching a quick rinse. I left you clothes on the bed. Be right back."
Charlotte was trying to look only in his face. He grabbed her and kissed her on his way by. He swiped the towel making her screech. Laughing he entered the bathroom and shut the door. Minutes later he was out wrapped in Charlotte's towel. Charlotte stood glaring at him. He grinned, knowing it wasn't his previous thievery of the towel.
"Where are they?" Charlotte asked, not unkindly.
"Where are what?" Charlie asked teasingly as he dropped the towel and pulled on his jeans. Turning, he noticed her looking at his trousers then back at him in shock. She noticed finally. No pants.
"You can't wear them under the leathers when we work. They slide around and are irritating, so you go without. At some point, you don't really think about it. Have to mind the zip a bit closer is all." Charlie smirked at her.
He pulled out a clean shirt and, looking again, the vest she made him for Christmas. He pulled them on his body and turned back to her. She was still looking expectantly. He looked at her with fake innocence.
She finally sighed and looked at him in exasperation. "Charlie, where are my knickers?"
"Now, why would you need knickers?" Charlie asked still playing the innocent.
She looked down at the outfit he had selected. A tight red sweater left no need for any imagination of her ample chest. The skirt was ridiculous, but Fleur had insisted it looked great on her. If only it had reached a little further down then mid-thigh. She looked up pointedly at Charlie.
"Wear the shoes again. I promise we do not have much walking. You have done way more today already." Charlie's request was almost pleading.
"Can I have my knickers?" Charlotte asked again.
"These?" Charlie asked with a big grin as he extracted the black scrap of lace from the top shelf. Charlotte held out her hand. Charlie snatched them back again.
"I think I will keep them," Charlie tucked them into the pocket of the vest. "Safe right here. You will know when I am thinking about you in them."
"It's cold out, Charlie. And this skirt is short. It will be difficult to sit proper without them. Please." Charlotte pleaded.
Charlie grinned again. He pulled her close and kissed her hard. "I know how to keep you warm. Some ways better than others. But right now we are on this crazy time crunch imposed by Jake. We better get going or Louis will be here shortly."
She looked at him in concern. He almost felt bad, but the thought of her sitting at the pub sans her little black panties was making him hard again. He put out his arm and drew her close. "A little adventure. You will see. Let's go."
He pulled her out of the cabin, turning to lock the door. They strolled through the camp. Every once in a while, Charlotte would reach down and pull on the skirt, trying to make it appear longer. Charlie groaned and kept them moving. They cleared the gate and appearated to The Dragon's Den.
Charlie pulled her through the door and into the loud, inviting atmosphere. Jake whistled from across the room from a table in the corner. Charlie waved with glee and pulled Charlotte through the crowd. Louis jumped up from his chair and pulled her into a bone breaking hug. Nate rose his glass in greeting and went back to his conversation with the woman he had wrapped himself around.
It was Jake who drew her in next. He grabbed her face and kissed her forehead. "You are amazing! Thank You! Thayer said if it wasn't for you, I would still be laid up."
Katie kissed her on the cheek. "My Bella, you are back. I have missed the conversation of a woman."
Charlotte looked back at the woman Nate was wrapped around. Katie rolled her eyes. "Flavor of the night. I don't even know her name. I'm not sure Nate knows her name."
Charlotte was shocked, but hid it well. Katie called for the barmaid to bring more wine and the special for dinner. Soon the friends were sitting about the table drinking. Occasionally, Charlie would catch her eye and pat his pocket. Charlotte would blush and try to ignore him.
Just as their dinner arrived, she excused herself to go to the loo. On her way back, a pair of broad shouldered men accosted her. They had offered to buy her a drink, which she politely refused and tried to step away.
"Where do you think you are off to, Roma slut. We were not done talking yet." The older man of the pair grabbed her arm and pulled her back to him.
Charlotte flinched at the shock from the bond and tried to struggle form his firm grasp. "Please let me go. I would like to go back to my friends and…"
"Why don't you let us be your friend tonight? How much are you for the evening, my lovely." The other asked stroking her hair.
She pulled back again. "Please, let me go."
The first man pulled her closer.
"I think you heard the lady. Let her go, Simmons." Charlotte turned in shock. It was Nate who stood beside them, glaring with anger.
"Being stingy tonight, Kovachov?" The other asked. "I thought I saw you with your cronies and a wench already."
Nate's eyes slid to Charlotte's fearful ones, to the back table where the rest of the group was not paying attention to the situation across the room and then to the speaker. "No Rollins. She's not with me. She's with Charlie."
Simmons laughed. "Weasley hasn't been wetting his wick in months. Not since his Ministry shut him down. No way is he getting it up for this sweet thing. Might just as well stay here, my pretty. I'll have you screaming in no time."
"Let her go, Simmons. Charlie has no issues getting it up for her." Nate grinned evilly. "In fact, I would think you would be sloppy seconds tonight already."
"Weasley isn't man enough to bed her. His Ministry has his balls on a shelf somewhere." Simons retorted.
"He can and I'm sure he has." Charlotte could see Nate losing patience. "You see, Charlie is one lucky bastard. We all know that. This pretty little piece is his wife."
"I don't see any ring!" Rollins shouted at Nate angrily.
Nate nodded to her wrist. "Hand fasted. Seen the ceremony myself."
Simmons shook Charlotte. "Still a Roma whore. I'm sure Weasley will share. She will never be faithful, might as well break the Highlanders heart now."
Nate obviously has enough. He cocked back his arm and quick as a snakebite, punched Simmons in the face who released Charlotte before he fell. Nate's lightning fast responses had Charlotte behind him and was trying to lay Rollins out cold as well before Charlotte could respond. She screamed as a pair of men grabbed Nate from behind and held his arms back. Rollins grinned as he wiped the blood off his lips and cocked back his own arm. The punch never landed.
A portly Frenchman intersected him around the middle and they both hit the ground rolling and punching. Charlie and Jake both grabbed a man off of Nate and began to fight them as well. Arms circled around Charlotte and she screamed again only to have a hand slapped over her mouth.
"Move! Now!" Katie commanded in her ear as she half drug Charlotte out to the center of the fray.
Charlotte shook unable to regain her composure. Spells crashed all around her, a menacing voice laughed in the night. Harry Potter called for all to let them finish it themselves.
The door of the pub crashed open. Charlotte started. A bright light and a bang surrounded her. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head and she collapsed to the ground.
"Bella. Bella Charlotte. Come on now, my sweet Bella. Wake up."
Charlotte tried to pull herself awake. She groaned.
"Charlotte?" A voice further away called to her. "Please, Charlotte. Please wake up."
Another, stricter voice. "Come on Weasley. You're in there somewhere. Almost here. Wake up for us, girl. You can do it."
"Charlotte, sweetheart. Please! Wake up!"
Charlotte's mind was in a fog. "Charlie?"
"Oh, thank the gods." The first voice, Katie, sighed in relief.
The other voice grunted. "Finally coming around. Good. Weasley, why is she underweight so badly?"
"Exam stress. Happens a lot in seventh year. People are falling off the edge and pounding down calming draft, or falling over faint and needing nourishment potions. I'm sure every other damnable thing that happened has not helped." Charlie worried. "Will she be alright?"
"Yes," Thayer snapped. "She should be watched. Is she eating at all?"
Charlotte pried her eyes open. Thayer sat above her waving her wand. Katie held her hand. She looked around confused. "Charlie?"
"I'm here. Everything is alright."
She tried to sit up and find Charlie. Katie and Thayer both pushed her back down.
"When was the last time you ate?" Thayer snapped at her.
Charlotte tried to think back. Thayer tutted. "Did you eat dinner?"
"No," Charlotte answered. "They were bringing it to the table when I was walking to the ladies' room."
"Lunch then?" Thayer asked.
"I was studying on the train. When the trolley went by, I didn't want to stop." Charlotte struggled to think back still.
"Breakfast?" Thayer asked in exasperation.
Charlotte shook her head against the floor. "I skipped to use the library before I left."
"Dinner last night?" Thayer was clearly angry.
Charlotte dropped her eyes from Thayer's angry ones. "No. I went to the library."
"Do you even remember what the last meal was you had?" Thayer was at her end.
"Maybe breakfast?"
"Charlotte." Charlie groaned.
She managed to locate him this time. He was kneeling on the floor. His hands were behind his back and a nasty cut over his one eye. Next to him Jake, Nate and Louis sat similarly. A little ways apart, Simmons, Rollins and their friends were in a comparable position.
"What's going on?!" Charlotte tried to sit up again and collapsed back to the ground. Charlie struggled to get back to his feet to get to her but was shoved back to the ground by a big mustached man wielding a wand. Charlotte began to sob.
"Calm yourself, Weasley. If you are upset, he will fight all the harder to get to you. The harder he fights, the worse the constables will get." Thayer stroked her hair to try to calm her down more. Charlotte drew two deep breaths and held the second before slowly letting it out. Thayer nodded her head.
The door of the pub banged open. Peptrofski and Phillip strolled through the door. Peptrofski was clearly irritated at the situation. He looked around the pub, looked at the two groups of men and then at the floor where Charlotte was laying. His eyes narrowed. "Is she hurt?"
"Yes," Nate interjected.
Peptrofski and Thayer looked at him for explanation. "Look at her arms."
Thayer pulled up the sleeves for Charlotte's jumper. Large purple bruises were forming where Simmons had grabbed her. Thayer's piercing glare turned on the men opposite. Simmons blanched and shrank back.
Charlie struggled again trying to get to Simmons. "You bastard! I'm going …"
"Shut up!" Peptrofski bellowed at the room in general. Charlotte whimpered and pulled her arms around her body. Katie and Thayer glared daggers at Peptrofski. He looked at Charlotte again with concern. Katie pulled her upright into her arms. Charlotte buried her head in the woman's chest trying to hide.
Peptrofski wheeled around and stared at the man. "From what little I know of the new Mrs. Weasley, she would not willingly entice a stranger. From the look of her arms, she did not want your advances. From what rumors circulate, Charlie is man enough to keep her attentions. So, why Simmons, would you force yourself upon her?"
Simmons looked terrified. He cast his eyes to the floor and did not speak.
Peptrofski continued to wait for an explanation. When none was forthcoming, he turned to the constables. "Not that I could blame you if you did, but are you taking them away to the temnita?"
The constable smirked evilly. "I have no need to confine your men. They are more afraid of your wrath then of my inchisoare. So if the barman does not want want to press charges." Peptrofski and the constable looked the pub owner who shook his head unwilling to have Peptrofski ban his best customers from his establishment. The constable nodded and turned back to Peptrofski, "You may handle this yourself then, fine sir."
Peptrofski nodded and turned back to the kneeling men. None of them raised their eyes. He did not remove his glare from the men in front of him. "Thayer, what is wrong with the girl?"
"Stress, malnourishment, lack of sleep, shell shock. Her magic is unstable. Men seem to think when she tells them she is not interested in their attentions, she is lying and they should try to take advantage. He husband, one of the few people she is familiar with, is bound and on his knees and unable to give her comfort…"
"I get it, woman. Hush," Peptrofski said much calmer than he looked at the men before him. "So, what you tell me is if none of this would have happened, she would have not ended up laying on the floor."
"Not today, but maybe eventually." Thayer continued calmly.
"So, if I were to ask you opinion of whom to blame for the lovely Mrs. Weasley is currently lying on the floor, you would say…"
"Mostly, I would blame the English Ministry of Magic for being barbarians. But for today's reasoning in particular, I would mostly blame Simmons for not letting her back to her dinner. And the idiots for fighting. And the constable for that ridiculous spell of his."
Simmons blanched even more, the men on the ground looked uncomfortable, the constable looked irritated.
Peptrofski nodded. "Simmons, consider your ability to leave the compound terminated until you can show better sense and restraint. You will go to work and back to your quarters. You will have no drink in your home. I will reconsider after sixty days if you are able to leave your quarters. Rollins, you will join him for the next thirty days. Both of you will consider this your only warning. Be happy you did no more than detain her from her friends and Kovachov stepped in when he did. Otherwise, I would have whipped you senseless for your misdeeds. I have two daughters not much younger than her."
Both men blanched and shook.
Peptrofski rounded on the rest of the men. "I ought to cancel every one of your scheduled leaves you have …"
Charlotte began to sob harder. Charlie's attention dropped from the director to his wife in Katie's arms.
Katie handed Charlotte over to Thayer and jumped to her feet and stormed towards Peptrofski. "What has the Bella done? You will punish her for Simmons idiocies. Charlie was to be off some this week while she was here. You will deny her this time with her husband. You are a …"
Whatever Peptrofski was Charlotte could not tell as Katie was so enraged she switched to her native Italian. Phillip, however, could speak Italian as he looked at Katie in shock and then blushed.
Peptrofski held up his hands. "Enough! I said I ought to, not that I will. For all of their stupidity, the men were looking out for their comrades. All of you will do work for the townspeople to make up for your foolishness of not finding out the truth before your anger got the better of you. I am sure there is work that can be done. Right constable?"
"Of, course." The man grinned eagerly. "We have a drainage problem to be addressed in one of pipes. We were debating the best way to address the issue with the manpower we have available, but I am sure these fine, young, strong men will do nicely."
Peptrofski smirked and nodded. "Perfect. Maybe they should work without their wands. Shoveling for the day should take the fight out of all of them. Also, every one of you will be here in the morning to make amends with the barman. Do I make myself clear, gentlemen?"
"Yes, sir." The men agreed in unison.
Peptrofski nodded. "Constable, they will be made available to you next week after the lovely Mrs. Weasley leaves. It will be better for all involved."
Katie nodded sharply at the men.
"Gentlemen. Until next week then." The constable waved his wand and the men were released form their bonds. Most rubbed their wrist trying to get circulation going again.
Charlie, however, half ran, half crawled to Charlotte. He pulled her from Thayer and into his overpowering embrace. She cried into his chest. He rocked her, trying to calm her tears. "Let's get you home."
"No," Thayer interjected, "Let's get her some food. She needs to eat."
Katie looked the situation over. "I think it will best to get her out of her, Thayer. Why don't you and Jake take her home, Charlie? I'll settle our tab and bring something home for us to eat."
Charlie nodded and reached into his pocket and drew out his wallet. Katie nodded and took it before heading to the barmaid they had before the fight broke out. Charlie picked Charlotte up into his arms. He looked at her in shock. In January she has been light as a feather when he had carried her across the threshold the night of their hand fasting. Now, only three months later, she was even lighter. He looked at Thayer in concern. The woman frowned. She waved her wand and sent a patronus to CeCe requesting some potions at Charlie's house.
Nate and Jake accompanied them out of the bar while Louis stayed to help Katie with their dinners. They apperated back to the gates and made their way to Charlie's house. Jake pulled out his keys and riffled through finding Charlie's. Once inside, Charlie placed Charlotte upon the bed. Sometime during the trip, she had cried herself to sleep.
He turned to Thayer. "She has lost at least a stone sense we were married."
Thayer huffed. "We need to get her to eat. Regularly. What is it with this school, Charlie? Do they not see what is happening?"
"I know they try, Thayer. I got caught, but only because of quidditch. They wear robes over their uniforms. The heads of house try to keep track of who is eating and who isn't, but there are a lot of students. Two years of which are all studying at the same pace."
Thayer ran her hands through her short grey hair. "You need to get her to eat. Three or four times a day for the next week. She needs nourishment, especially if she is using as much energy as I think she is. How many exams does she have?"
Charlie began to think. He inventoried in his mind the classes she had discussed. "Charms, transfiguration, potions, herbology, defense against the dark arts, history of magic, ancient runes, arithmancy."
"Eight exams?" Thayer rounded on him.
"It's doable." Charlie shrugged. "I managed. It's a manner of how bad do you want it. Whatever it is to you."
Thayer began to pace. "She's draining herself, its effecting her magic. Your body will protect your magic to the end, but when it has nothing left, it will begin to use your magic as well. She is bordering close, if not draining her magic, Charlie. She needs to eat, she needs to take care of herself, and she needs rest and less stress. When are these damn exams?"
"June." Charlie looked at his wife, worried. "It's why it wasn't great timing for her to be here. The Easter hols is the beginning of the big push for studies. It's probably why she was in the library so much before she left. She is losing a lot of study time by being here. It's partially why I am still working partial days while she is here because I know she needs to study."
There was a light knock at the door. Jake pulled it open to let CeCe in the cabin. Thayer caught her up to speed as she pulled Jake into a chair to take care of the gash on his shoulder from the fight.
CeCe looked at the bed with concern. "We should wake her up to give her the invigorating and the vitamin potions, but I feel she should sleep as well."
"Katie should be here at any time, and then I am going to watch her eat her dinner. Every damn bite. Might as well get her up now." Thayer finished with Jake and turned her wand on Charlie's cut eye.
CeCe shook Charlotte who started awake. After some coaxing, she managed the potions into the young woman. Katie arrived and they all ate their meals. As promised, Thayer stayed until she knew Charlotte ate every bite of her stew. Everyone drifted out soon after allowing the young couple to drift off to sleep.
Charlotte lay awake looking at Charlie as he slept. She had never been able to bring herself to look at his body before now. Usually, he was starkers when she had the chance and even if he was her husband, she could not bring herself to look. Now, he lay asleep. Morning was coming fast and he would have to be up for work within the hour, but for the time being, she was enjoying her chance to enjoy his body.
He was strongly built with a muscled chest and arms from his job. She assumed the job had also provided him with the scars across his body. She could tell the difference between the burns and cuts easily. In addition, his body was decorated with tattoos. These intrigued her after she discovered the runes mixed throughout. A baby dragon curled itself around the rune for nurturing. A roaring lion swishes his tail back and forth between courage, bravery, chivalry, and determination. He had an intricate design up his arm that combined several runes. She was trying to follow them, but was having trouble. Three of them she felt meant the same thing. Maybe soldier. Warrior. Battle. She was sure the one was purity.
She looked at his face seeing he was still asleep and lightly laid her finger against his arm, trying to trace the runes to make them make sense. She was so focused, she didn't see his eyes open and watch her progress.
He stayed still, watching her as she studied his body. Her hands drifted to his side where the Hungarian Horntail traced her fingers movement snorting as she went. More runes for protection, vigilance and others she could not remember were part of the intricate scales of the beast. Her fingers drifted lower and Charlie moaned.
Her hand snapped away, only to be captured by Charlie. She looked up at him guiltily.
He smirked at her. "Don't stop. I am enjoying your attention."
She blushed. He knew her bravery had faltered, but he did not want her to quit and returned her hand to his chest. "Where did you leave off studying? Here maybe?"
He placed her hand on his right pec. The lion was roaring at her again. She smiled shyly. "Every student's first assignment. We all know the runes for the houses."
He smiled back. "I know, but I am enjoying your hand there. Maybe you should study it some more, just to make sure you remember."
She looked into his eyes again and back at his chest. She ghosted her fingers down further to another copper colored dragon. His runes were easy to decipher. Poison and Death. She looked up at Charlie.
"Peruvian Vipertooth. That one in particular hates me. Her name is Gladys."
Gladys snarled as Charlotte continued her downward path. She looked at Charlie. His eyes were hooded and he was enjoying her attentions. He had always been the aggressor mostly due to her inexperience. This morning, however, he was allowing her a chance to explore. Deep within her, her body began to react. Could she be that brave?
Her eyes never left his as her hand drew lazy patterns over his toned stomach. His gaze became quizzical as she reached the top of the blanket that barely covered him. She ran a single finger along the edge and smiled. Charlie groaned arched back into her touch. She looked at him in amazement. The blanket began to tent, showing his excitement and she felt her own need flood her body. She leaned up to his face and kissed his lightly, tentatively on the lips, scared to do something wrong.
Charlie's hands landed on her hips and began to trace her body through the nightie she had on. Another of Fleur's determined purchases, it was the palest of blue and left little for Charlie to imagine what was under the sheer material.
Charlie pulled her on top of him and continued to kiss her. His arms wrapped around her and held her tight to him. Somewhere in Charlotte's mind, her body demanded more. She tried to pull herself over bringing her bulky husband with her, but he prevented the action.
He smiled his evil, sexy smirk. "I think since this was your idea, you should do the work. What do you think?"
Charlotte looked at him with confusion. Charlie's smile brightened even more. "Another new lesson, my dear."
He pulled her legs from behind her knees causing her to straddle him. She looked at him in shock. He pulled the nightie up so that nothing separated them from each other, happy he had still not allowed her to have her knickers back before bed. As much as he had tried, he hated to wear anything to bed and had removed his pajama pants during the night when he had been too warm. Now it was a blessing. She sat above him, already wet with her need and his cock raising up to meet that hot heat.
She looked nervous. He knew she would be when he suggested it. His hands slipped up under the sheer silk and found her clit. Two strokes with his calloused thumb and she was gasping. He pulled her slightly forward and positioned himself at her entrance. His hand on her hip guided her back down on him slowly. It took all of his will not to thrust up into her. He wanted her to have control. He wanted her to feel the power that only came from setting the pace and directing the tempo. His other hand slipped back to the other hip. She was still as tight as the first time they had made love. He continued to guide her down until she was fully seated on his groin.
They both shuttered at the sensation of how fully and deeply Charlie was inside of her. He gave her a chance to just feel for a moment before he guided her hips up and forward again. He could see on her face she felt off balanced, so he released her hips and guided her hands to his chest again before returning his hands to her hips. He pulled her up, almost off and guided her back down again. She groaned at the sensation. He wanted to thrust into her so badly, but continued to resist. Soon, she learned the rhythm and he removed his hands from her hips. He ran up her body and down her arms as she rode him, panting at the sensation. He carded his fingers with hers and adjusted her position and she gasped in pleasure at the new angle they created together. She moaned and continued to stroke and bounce upon his lap. He could contain himself no longer working his hips to meet her. She tossed her head back and moaned in wanton pleasure.
Charlie's hands released hers and ran up her exposed body he cupped her breast and rolled the nipples between his fingers and thumbs. She gasped and looked at him with desire. He could not resist and pulled her down to his mouth, devouring hers. His hands grabbed her tight ass and he guided her to an even faster pace. Both of them were panting and moaning from the exertion and sensation. He grabbed her hands again and she sat up again quickening her pace.
His name was a mantra to the heavens off her lips. Finally, unable to hold back anymore she tightened around his sensitive shaft and shouted his name. He thrust into her three more times and groaned out his pleasure. Grabbing her by her hair, he pulled her down onto his lips, loving on them with sure quick strokes of his tongue.
She collapsed upon his chest, panting as she recovered. Charlie stroked her back and continued to kiss the top of her head, the side of her neck and the tips of her collarbones as his breath steadied out. She drew another long breath and propped herself up on his chest with her forearms. She looked at his face with worry. Charlie smiled back not allowing his confusion to show. Whatever she is worried about, she was not sharing. He did not want to push after what they have shared together, so he left her to her secrets for now.
She looked at the clock and sighed pulling herself up gently pulling away from him. He playfully pouted at the loss of her body against his.
"Let me get a quick wash and I will make you breakfast," she explained sliding off the bed, "you have to be to work soon."
He reluctantly allowed her to go, if for nothing more the view of her pert ass walking to the bathroom. The water was soon running and he could hear it flooding off her body. He was almost jealous for the soap he knew was sliding across her body just as he would like to.
Smirking, he jumped from the bed and quietly entered their little bathroom. He could hear her rinsing her hair out as he stepped in behind her. She jumped and turned to look over her shoulder, blushing.
"I thought maybe you were lonely, so I came to check." He grinned cheekily. She smiled shyly and turned away. He stepped forward and ran a finger along her collarbone following it with kisses. "Does it bother you I am in here with you?"
"No," she whispered turning to face him.
He groaned as he pulled her into his arms. "Good. Because I was lonely out there in our bed all alone."
She giggled at him and he captured her lips. He began slow and sweet, but soon heated up to overpowering and thrusting. She moaned against him and stepped away. Her hands trace his chest again and he groaned at her touch. He looked into her eyes expecting to see lust, only to see a seductive contemplation.
"What are you thinking, my sweet?" He asked roguishly.
She did not answer, only returned his roguish grin. Before he can question her again, she slides her hand down his body to keep herself steady as she dropped before him on her knees.
Charlie looks down at her in awe. She smiled up in deceptive innocence. "I read in a magazine once men enjoy when a woman worships him on her knees. Is that true, Charlie?"
He could not speak. She smirked again and began to lower her eyes. Other than when she had checked under the blanket quick when he was hurt, she had never taken the opportunity to look at him fully undressed. She never allowed her eyes to wander any further down than his shoulders before this morning. now, she was on her knees studying his manhood with all of the intensity of any good Ravenclaw. Charlie had to support his body against the wall before he joined her on the floor of their tiny shower.
Her small hands moved up to his strong thighs. She began to run them up his legs until she reached his hips. He could see her stealing her nerve before she continued to allow her fingers to ghost his erection. She pulled away once when it bobbed demanding her touches, only to bravely return in a span of a breath to her teasing study of it.
She looked at him for approval of her action. He just moaned and thrust himself forward into her palm. She wrapped her fingers around his shaft and debated what to do next. He guided her with a couple of light trust and she began to counterstroke against him. His eyes were closed, enjoying the sensation. Seconds later, he almost buckled to the ground as her perfect mouth kissed his crown.
His eyes snapped open and met hers as she pulled back a bit. Her tongue thrust out to stroke the underside of his length. He drew in a sharp breath and watched her exploration. She alternated between little kisses and loving strokes with her tongue. She finally made her way to the tip again and opened her mouth.
She locked eyes with him and drew him into her mouth. Her lips closed around him and she drew back up his length. She bobbed her dark head a few times trying to get the correct action of what she was doing. She finally hollowed her cheeks and began to suck him in with every stroke. Charlie tried to stay upright. Her eyes occasionally rolled up to look at his face. His expression was one of pure bliss at her actions.
She continued to work him over, occasionally using her hand to give him a small twist. Her other had steadied her body on his hip. Charlie was panting against the wall, trying again, with all of his might, not to trust into her mouth causing her to choke and panic. He didn't want to scare her into never doing this again, he was positive of that.
Her other hand began to wander until she was caressing his sac. He was close, but willed himself not to cum in her mouth. Not this time. He began to feel himself arching away from the wall when he pulled away from her hot, wet mouth.
She innocently looked up at him with worry. He reached down and drew her up into his arms again. He plunged his tongue into her mouth, searching and tasting every corner.
He took a chance. She was being especially brave this morning. Grasping her by her thighs, he picked her up and wrapped her legs around his waist. He fumbled between their bodies until he was able to position himself at her entrance. Locking eyes with her he entered her swiftly. She groaned and leaned back enjoying his actions.
"Hold on to me tight, I will not last long after what you have been doing," He moaned into her ear.
She tighten her grip around his neck and hips and he began to pound into her with everything he had for her. His angle was perfect and soon she was panting and moaning with every stroke. As he had said, he was over the edge in moments. Charlotte keened as she gripped onto his manhood with her climax.
He held her up for another moment and then guided her legs back to the floor. She continued to hold onto his neck as they recovered.
He kissed her hair and pulled her tight to his chest. She was slightly ridged against him, but her hands stroked his back. He pulled back and studied her face. She looked worried still and thoughtful.
His Gryffindor brashness could no longer be contained. "What are you worried about?"
She looked at him and blushed. He rolled his eyes and chuckled. "Your blushing is wonderful, but after what you just did without any prompting from me, I find it hard to believe you could be embarrassed about anything you are thinking about."
She looked at him still worried. "Do I please you?"
He looked at her as if she was mental. "Seriously, Charlotte, you have doubts?"
She looked at him with concern again. He sighed as he debated. He smirked his evil grin and reached between them. Slowly, not sure if or how tender she was, he slipped his fingers inside of her. She gasped in shock in his arms.
He withdrew his fingers and brought them up between them. "Look at my fingers, Charlotte. They are covered with the proof of how much you satisfy me."
Charlotte studied his fingers for a moment and looked away. "Any man can…"
"Sure, any man can rut on his wife's body and cum in her. You, you drain me. You milk me dry, Charlotte. I am so sated when we are done, I cannot imagine needing a woman's touch again for some time. Yet, not 15 minutes later, I am in the shower with you again and you have me exploding into you again. I could stay in that bed with you for a whole day and not ever want to move. In fact, some day, when you get here permanently, I plan on taking an entire day, never leaving that big bed out there and making love to you as many times and ways as I can. The reason why isn't because of some stupid requirement set by some damn law. It will be because you are the most giving woman I have ever been with. I cherish that, Charlotte. I cherish everything you have given me, everything I asked for and more. You are more than satisfying. Do not ever have any doubts about that."
Charlotte blushed and dropped her gaze to the floor. Charlie pulled her chin up again focusing on her eyes. "You are perfect. You are wonderful and I am more than satisfied. Please believe me. If anything, it is me that should be worried if I am man enough for you. If I bring you enough pleasure, Charlotte. If last night is any indication, men are driven to you like a moth to a flame. Yet, you come to me. You make love to me. Nate and Louis are always flirting with you and you don't seem to notice. I should pound them senseless, but I don't worry, because you never look, your eyes never stray. You only seek me out. I don't deserve what I got. I'm just damn lucky I got it and I am going to do everything in my power to keep you at my side and in my bed."
Tears streamed down Charlotte's face. Charlie swiped his large callused thumb over her cheeks. Leaning down, he captured her lips. "Let's get ready for our day. Shall we?"
Charlotte nodded reaching up on her tiptoes. She kissed his lips softly. She pulled back and smiled at him. "Good morning, husband."
Charlie smiled radiantly at her and kissed her again. "Good morning, Charlotte."