A/N: I'm in shock at how many people have reviewed for this whole story…I swear if I had gotten the same amount of chapters for my last story, A Family of My Own, the reviews would have been in the 200's. Thank you all so much!! I don't own Harry Potter but someday I shall write a famous book!! ….okay not really but a girl can dream.

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The next night I woke up at around eight and smiled out at the darkening sky. Suddenly I remembered the previous night's events and shot out of bed. Severus was sitting at the table sipping at a wine glass. He looked up at me when I slid past him, trying desperately to stop before I slammed into something. "Yes?" He drawled.

"Charlie invited me to his flat for breakfast, may I go?" I asked, ready to use my puppy eyes.

"I don't see why not, what time?"

I was so shocked by his answer that all I could do was stare at him open mouthed for a few moments. Shaking my head I responded, "8:30. He gave me his Floo address too."

"Very well, make sure you're back before dinner."

In shock I walked up the stairs and received the slip of parchment from where I had tossed it onto my desk this morning. I tucked it into my pocket before looking down at my legs, realizing that I was still wearing my pajama pants.

After changing to blue jeans and a simple green t-shirt I slipped the parchment into my back pocket and slid down the railing to the ground floor. I landed gracefully at the bottom and smiled to myself.

Eight thirty came around and I threw a handful of powder into the roaring fireplace. "Number 7 Charlie's Flat!" I shouted and shut my eyes tight. When the spinning stopped I opened my eyes and stepped out of the fireplace, dusting my clothes off.

"Glad to see you could make it." Charlie said warmly as he stepped into view, drying his hands on a towel. "Bill should be here soon so I'd step away from the fireplace. He never seems to get the hang of travelling gracefully."

His words rang true five minutes later when Bill stumbled clumsily out of the fireplace. "Good ni…morning Charlie." He greeted his brother.

"Good to see you Bill. Remember Hermione?" He motioned to me and the eldest Weasley brother turned to face me.

"Ah yes. Gone the bushy hair, eh?" He fingered a strand of my wavy hair. His eyes widened for a second and he turned to Charlie. "Does she…?" He trailed off and Charlie laughed. "Don't worry, she's just like me."

Bill sighed in obvious relief and turned back to me, a large smile brightening up his freckled face. "That's good. I thought for a second that I had totally blown his big secret." He gasped. "But don't worry, I won't tell anyone about you being a Halfie either."

I leaned so I could see Charlie from behind Bill. "Is he always this happy?"

"Yeah. Although not usually this late at night." He eyed his older brother suspiciously. "What's up with you?"

"Oh Charlie!" He said happily. "It's finally happened! I've found true love! She's beautiful! Pale blond hair, pale skin, and the bluest eyes!"

Charlie laughed. "How is this different from any of the other girls?"

"Because when I'm around her I feel like she's the only female in the entire world." He sighed and flopped down on the couch.

I frowned, remembering the veela that had visited Hogwarts in our fourth year. "Is her name Fleur?"

"How'd you know? Are you psychic or something?"

"No, I've met her before." I eyed the redhead carefully. "Just promise me that you'll be careful, alright?" He nodded but I doubted that he had actually heard me.

Charlie picked up on the awkward silence that followed and said, "Well, enough idle chit chat. Breakfast is ready. Shall we?"

Bill stood and the two of us were led to the kitchen by Charlie.

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"That was good." I complemented as I finished my meal. "Did you make it yourself?"

Charlie nodded. "At least one of us had to pick up on Mum's cooking skills. Right Bill?"

The eldest brother seemed to have dozed off in his chair sending Charlie and I into fits of laughter. I held my sides and tried to stop laughing as Bill jolted awake, almost falling out of his chair. "I think it's time you went home, it's getting late." The host told his brother as he pushed him towards the fireplace.

"That's probably a good idea. It was nice seeing you again Mione." Bill yawned and stepped into the fire.

After he had left Charlie smiled down at me. "Did Severus specify a time that you needed to be home?"

"Before dinner." I said. "Which means," I checked the clock, "until around 6 o'clock in the morning."

"In that case there's something I want to show you." He led me to a closed door and motioned for me to be quiet as he opened the door slowly. On the single twin bed that occupied the room there was a small grey kitten curled up in a ball. "I found her wandering around Diagon Alley with no collar on. She reminded me of you." I cocked my head to the side in question. "I remembered that you had a cat when I saw you your fourth year."

My eyes prickled. Crookshanks had run off soon after the summer after fifth year had started and I had seen neither head nor tail of him since. My parents had bought me an eagle owl that I had named Crabapple for its sour attitude. Halfway through sixth year I had traded him for a barn owl at a quaint shop in Hogsmeade but the stupid thing flew away before I could even decide on a name for him. After that I had sworn off of pets for a while. I figured they just weren't worth it.

"Would you want to take care of him?" Charlie asked, pulling me out of my memories.

"Really?" I asked, my mood suddenly brightening. "You'd let me take him home with me?"

He laughed. "I was never all that good with domestic animals. He likes to scratch at me any chance he gets."

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A/n: So there's the seventh chapter and here's the voting so far:

Charlie: 7 (surprise surprise)

Bill: 4 (don't worry, he's not out of the polls)

Twins: 1 (this disappoints me…o well)

Draco: 3