A/N: Thanks to you guys who reviewed. This chapter is pretty much just a filler so if you're expecting greatness (pfft, who are we kidding, it's ME whos writing this) look elsewhere. I suddenly had this mad craving for cake its no wonder it took me so long to type this… ON WITH THE STORY!

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Chapter 7: Dodging and drinking

Kit awoke the next morning with a tremendous headache. She sighed. At least the voices had given up around 4, giving her a good 5 hours of sleep to work with. What ever happened to common courtesy? She sat up reluctantly and realized that Hermione and Ginny were already gone. She wondered just how late it was. She got up and dressed quickly, pulling her favorite pair of jeans and Beatles t-shirt. Hey, if she was going to live in humiliation she might as well be comfortable, right? She opened the door and the smell of bacon hit her like a ton of bricks, causing her to salivate. She entered the kitchen, trying to be inconspicuous. Unfortunately, her feet had other ideas. She fell down the last few steps and landed with a thump. It hurt. A lot.

Charlie rushed over. "Are you ok?" he was genuinely worried. Awww.

Kit looked deep into his blue eyes…and started to laugh her head off.

"Did she hit her head?" asked Molly, anxiously.

"I- I'm f-fine." Kit managed to stutter, before collapsing into laughter yet again.

Charlie started to laugh too. She was just too damn cute. She had fallen down some of the steepest stairs known to wizard-kind, could have been gravely injured, but she sat there laughing her weird laugh.

Kit stood shakily, laughs having subsided. "Sorry for that." She smiled sheepishly, "Carry on, I'll try to be quieter." Charlie led her over to the table and sat her beside him.

"Do you want toast or something?"

"Yeah. Let me get it, you eat your own breakfast."

The commotion over, the rest of the Weasleys and guests went back to their previous conversations.

"You guys wanna play quidditch after breakfast?" asked Harry.

"Sure!" Charlie replied enthusiastically, "Kit do you want to play too?"

"Nah, I'm much too clumsy for quidditch today. I think it's in everyone best interest if I keep my feet on the ground."

"I'm in!" said Bill, "but we got to save so energy for tonight."

Kit shot Charlie a questioning look. "Oh, yeah, sorry I forgot. Tonight is dear Bill's bachelor party."

After breakfast everyone went outside. The boys and Ginny took off to the broom shed immediately. Arthur headed into the garage muttering about wiring and Molly and Fleur sat down to discuss last minute preparations for the wedding. Hermione and Kit wandered over to a shady spot by the makeshift pitch.

"So what did you say to Charlie?"

"Huh? Oh, nothing yet."

"Are you going to?"

"I'm not sure. I mean it was like nothing happened this morning, so I think maybe I'll keep it that way."

"So you're just going to ignore it?"

"Yeah, that's the plan."

Hermione shook her head.

"Well what do you think I should do?"

"I think you should tell him, I mean, you are dating and it must be pretty serious for him to bring you home. So what if it wasn't the ideal way to tell him? Maybe it's a good thing."

Kit looked at her skeptically.

"What I'm going to tell you, you can't tell anyone, except maybe Ginny, if she's sworn to secrecy." Kit looked around as if suspecting someone to be hiding in the bushes and whispered, "I'm not really dating Charlie."

"What?!"

"Shhhh! It was a plan we made at the reserve. Charlie didn't want Molly setting him up with a whole bunch of strangers and had never been to a wizarding wedding, and well you can guess the rest."

"Oh my God. That's why you were so embarrassed. Honestly, I thought you were over-reacting a bit."

"Nope. Most defiantly not over-reacting."

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It was long after the quidditch game was over that Charlie decided it was time he and Kit had a talk. During the day, she had managed to migrate over to the bench by the pond. It seemed like this was the spot to have important conversations. Her back was turned to him and she appeared to be reading the book she had borrowed from Hermione earlier.

"Good book?"

Kit jumped. "Yeah, its really interesting."

Charlie sat down beside her. "About last night—"

"Don't worry about it, it was nothing. We're friends, right?"

"Yeah, but—"

"I meant I love you as a friend, that's it. You're my best friend. Its getting kind of cold, I'm gonna head inside. Have fun at Bill's party." She got up and left quickly.

Charlie was not happy. What if she really did only love him as a friend? That wasn't nearly as a good as before. And now he was going to be subjected to this whole unrequited love thing that Ron and Hermione had been doing for years. At least we're still friends…I don't want to be friends, I want more. He sighed, and stood up. He was ready for the party. All he wanted to do was get Kit off his mind, and was there a better way to do that then drinking with a rowdy bunch of friends? He thought not.

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