A/N: I just got back from basketball and am sooo tired. I should try going to sleep at a reasonable hour. Thanks for the reviews! BTW Mad, I know Moody SHOULD be dead and that a lot of people do the whole witch-from-Canada/States thing. I happen to like it.

Disclaimer: To tired to make a joke…it's not mine.

Chapter 3: Late Night Discussions

The small kitchen was silent after Kit left. Then suddenly, quite eerily, everyone turned and grinned at Charlie. Charlie felt himself turn the brightest shade of red ever, one that almost made him resemble a muggle fire engine. He cleared his throat, but was at a loss for anything to say. Finally, he broke the silence.

"Should I, umm, go, er, after her?"

Moody chanced a glance through the ceiling. "I wouldn't just yet, she looks confused. Give her time to digest it." He then continued grinning creepily at Charlie along with everyone else.

"Right, well," Charlie started awkwardly, "I'm gonna go get some air." He quickly left.

The people all started to discuss the events animatedly. Molly alternated between scolding the twins, chatting with Minerva, and beaming at everyone in the room. Harry and Ron were placing bets with Mad-Eye, Fred, George, and Bill. Arthur was listening politely to Fleur rant about how "positivlee aadorrable" the whole scene had been and secretly agreeing with every word.

Then George said, mostly to distract his mother, "Should someone go see if Kit's allright?"

"Yeah," agreed Fred, " I mean if I was in love with Charlie I think I'd off myself."

"We'll go." Volunteered Ginny. "Hermione and I can say we need into the room if she locked the door."

"And I'll go check on Charlie." Said Bill.

The two siblings nodded determinedly to each other, and left on their respective missions, Ginny dragging Hermione behind her.

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Kit made her way to Ginny's room without really paying attention to where she was going. It was much easier just to run and feel sorry for herself. She managed to get to the room without causing herself any injuries, a surprising feat, shut and locked the door behind her, and collapsed on to her bed. Inside her head a furious battle was raging.

'What the hell made you do that?!'

'The potion.' argued the ever-sensible part of her brain, the part that was usually hidden in the shadows.

'Well, apart from that. I mean seriously, what the hell?'

'It was the potion! It wasn't really us!'

'It was a truth potion! Geez, I thought you were the smart one.'

'I AM the smart one.'

'Sure. And David is Celestina Warbeck in disguise.'

'Hey you totally stole that from Monica! At least I come up with my own sarcastic comparisons!'

'Focus! We're supposed to be figuring out what the hell happened down there.'

'Righto. Well, we were under the influence of veritaserum maybe we are in love with Charlie.'

'No way. Do you think—Nah. No way. Are you su—?'

The voices in Kit's head (wow that sounds weird.) were suddenly cut off by someone knocking on the door.

"

Kit?" Kit recognized the voice to belong to Ginny. "Can Hermione and I come in?"

Kit wiped away the tears she hadn't realized to be crying. " Of course you can!" Her voice was over cheerful and didn't sound normal at all. " It's your room, after all." She unlocked the door with a flick of her wand. Ginny and Hermione entered almost cautiously.

"Hey, how are you?" asked Hermione sympathetically.

"Ummm, well considering I've just made a fool of myself in front of everybody, pretty good. Solid."

Ginny winced. 'It wasn't that bad…"

Kit raised one eyebrow in Ginny's direction. Hermione suddenly giggled.

"See! It was that bad! I've made myself into a laughing stock!"

"Oh no, it wasn't that," said Hermione quickly, "Its just that you looked SO much like professor McGonnagall it was scary." She kept on giggling and soon Ginny and Kit joined her. They were all but laughing their heads off when suddenly Kit jumped off the bed.

"SHIT!" yelped Kit "McGonnagall saw that! Minerva McGonnagall, one of the most powerful witches of our century, saw that!"

"Don't worry," said Ginny soothingly, "I think she thought it was cute. Charlie was always one of her favorite 'cos he's so good at quidditch and everything. She was smiling, anyways."

Kit sighed. "I must have looked like such an idiot to everyone."

Hermione chuckled. "Don't worry, everyone is an idiot sometimes and as far as idiotic things go that wasn't as bad as some of things Ron comes out with."

"But you love him anyway." Said Ginny slyly

"Yeah." Hermione sighed.

Ginny was surprised. "You didn't deny it! Wow, it's not as much fun teasing you this way."

"Yes, well of me and your brother Ronald," She turned to Kit, "are you really in falling in love with Charlie?"

"Oooo," squealed Ginny, " That would be great! Then we would all be like sisters!"

"Ginny, I'm not related to you." said Hermione.

"You will be." She said dismissively. "So are you?"

"Well I took the veritaserum, so I guess I am. I mean, I knew I liked him. A lot. But I didn't figure I was in love with him. I'm just so embarrassed he found out this way. I don't know what to do."

"We'll figure something out," declared Ginny, "we do have Hermione with us, after all."

"Sorry Kit. I'm too tired for creative problem solving tonight, maybe tomorrow." Hermione yawned.

"Its all right. I'm going to bed anyway. Thanks for calming me down, guys."

Hermione smiled. "No problem. That's what friends are for. Goodnight Kit, Ginny."

"You guys are BORING. I'm not tired at all!"

Ginny was the first one asleep, despite insisting she wasn't tired and Hermione followed soon after. Kit, however, lay awake for hours, planning a non-existent solution.

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Charlie felt bad as he left the house. No matter how embarrassed he was she would surely be 10 times more embarrassed. He was wishing he had gone after her. He circled the pond once before collapsing on to the bench where he and Kit had sat. He was supposed to be her friend! What if she didn't mean it? His heart sunk, he wanted her to have meant it.

THE VERITISERUM! She did mean it! Thank Merlin for potions! Wait, what did that mean? Did he love her back? The answer came instantly, of course he loved her, she was perfect. Should he tell her? Would she understand? It was all pretty sudden, after all.

He was jolted out of his thoughts as Bill took the seat beside him.

"Hey."

"Hey Bill."

"What's up?"

Charlie looked bemusedly at him.

"Okay, so I know 'what's up'. New approach. How do you feel?"

Charlie snorted. "Have you ever thought about becoming a therapist Bill?"

"What's that?"

"Oh Kit told me about them they help people wit— you know what? Never mind."

"I see we've found the root of the problem. Kit. How do you feel about her? And don't make me break out the veritaserum."

Charlie winced.

"What, too soon?"

"Yes. I don't know how I feel, really. It's all like 'Yeah' 'cos she loves me, all 'woah' 'cos its so sudden, and then its like I wanna dance but I feel bad that she ran away and-- Oh, I dunno." He sighed.

Bill gave a low whistle. "Wow. You are so messed up."

Charlie chuckled and hit him in the arm. "I know. But its your fault, you're the one who dropped me as an infant."

"Your never gonna let me forget that are you?"

"No"

Bill shook his head then said, "Tell her how you feel."

"What? Are you mad? All that wanting to dance crap? Not likely, she'd laugh her head off at me."

"Or snog you senseless. Girls love that kind of stumbling, feelings stuff. And do you really think Kit would laugh at you?"

"No."

"Exactly, just do it. What's the worst that could happen?" With that Bill stood. "Come in, mum'll freak if we're out here much longer."

"OK." Charlie stood as well. "Bill? Thanks."

"No problem."

Charlie followed him inside marveling at just how bad the worst could be.