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A/N yes, I am back but I haven't updated in sooner than I had hoped because school is starting soon and I just got a new puppy, so it's taking a lot out of me right now. So I don't know when I will have time to write but I will when I can. Thank you to everyone that reviewed ebbe04, The Noble Rot, Italian Charms 587, nibbles21, and GurlOfTheNight! Anyway, I want to thank my editor Katrina! She is the best editor ever and loves commas. Ha-ha now, on with the story.
Hermione stood there shocked as Charlie left the room looking like he had a sunburn, a really dark painful sunburn. She almost laughed when he came in, even though he was embarrassed. It was just so cute; he looked like the little boy who just got caught with his hand in the cookie jar before dinner. When he slammed the door she burst out into a fit of giggles. Deciding that she wouldn't want another encounter like that today, even though she knew she did, Hermione got dressed. Just throwing on a pair of plain blue jeans and a red long sleeved shirt, she walked to the bathroom where she presumed Charlie was hiding.
Charlie got dressed as fast as a bolt of lightning. Throwing on whatever he had, after he did a cleaning spell, limpiar (to clean in Spanish). Seemingly, he flew into the kitchen and started to make breakfast. What could he say; he was like his mother, if she was stressed, sad, embarrassed or any other emotion, she would go into the kitchen, with whatever was in the pantry, and cook something. He could have told you some of the things that should never be mixed together, like maple syrup and pickled relish. That was one of the better ones. Molly was a great cook and had a huge imagination on her sometimes limited ingredients but some things are just gross together and that's the end of that.
When Hermione went to the bathroom and knocked on the door, it squeaked open but there was no one inside. Quickly she ran into the living room, passing by the kitchen and looked on the couch and behind every piece of furniture. Sighing, she went into the kitchen, still not noticing that Charlie was inside, and sat down at the table, banging her head on the top a few times muttering to herself. Suddenly she felt a hand on her shoulder and she looked up to see Charlie standing there with pancakes and butter on a dish. Hermione looked him up and down and laughed, he was wearing the pink apron that his sister bought her that said: heels are a pain to walk in while in the kitchen, they are much better around his waist.
"Take off that silly apron," Hermione said in between fits of laughter. Charlie glanced down and threw the apron off like it was fire.
"Who bought you that dreadful thing?" Charlie asked as he sat down beside her and ate his breakfast. Yes, he ate his breakfast, not inhaled it like the rest of the men in his family.
"Ginny," she said and he snorted into his pancakes. Hermione was trying so hard not to laugh at the disgusted look on his face.
"Ginny, my baby sister? Where would she get that idea for anything like…I am going to kill Harry," he stood up but Hermione grabbed his arm and pulled him down.
"They're going to be married soon," Hermione replied with a shrug of her shoulders.
"Wait, what do you mean going to be married soon?" Charlie said as he placed his fork down.
"You're a smart boy, you figure it out," she smirked. He knew exactly what that meant but he just wanted clarification that his baby sister was getting married and having…ew he didn't even want to think about it.
"So when did Harry pop the question?" the relaxed conversation returned to them easily. He was surprised at how comfortable they were together, even after this morning.
"He didn't," Hermione said swallowing a piece of pancake.
"Then how do you know that Harry is going ask her?"
"A little birdie told me," Suddenly an owl flew in and it was Pig, Ron's owl. Obviously something happened at home because he was about to pass out. Hermione went up and gave Pig some water and owl treats. She grabbed the letter from around his leg and opened it. A voice came out, obviously it was Ginny.
"HOLY MERLIN HERMIONE I'M GETTING MARRIED! HARRY ASKED ME LAST NIGHT WHILE WE WERE OUT AND I SAID YES! I'M GOING TO BE MRS. GINNY POTTER! AHHHHHHHH Hermione please come over I need to talk to you soon so I can get the wedding things started. Love, Ginny
P.S. Harry and the family say hello," Hermione looked like she was about to crack up. Charlie rushed over to her because she was on the floor in a heap, her shoulder shaking. She looked up at him and smirked through her laughter at Charlie's dumbstruck face.
"Told ya so,"