Fanon: Harry Potter.
Author: Chelsea Leigh aka Rinnie10.
Disclaimer: It awfully sad to say but I do not own Mr. Potter or any other characters in thee series. If I did own them Mr. Thomas and Mr. Finnigan would be married to each other by now ;P They do, however, belong to Ms. Rowling.
Miss. De Mount, however, belongs to me as I created her.
Character/Pairing(s):Charles Fabian Weasley/Annabella De Mount.
Format: Three Shot.
Summary: A Battle, Deaths of Loved One, Winning & twenty years to realise; Charles and Annabella take so long to know...
-Twenty Years Later-
Annabella sighed as woke up on the cold morning of September the first. She knew for a fact that the Hogwarts Express would be steaming away. Awaiting Hogwarts students to board it.
She secretly wished them luck. It was twenty years since the defeat of Lord Voldemort. It felt so much easier to let his name roll off your tongue these days.
Annabella had inherited the house that she now lived in. Her parents had left it to her. The raven was still working with Dragons; she would never give up that.
Sighing, Bella forced herself to get out of bed and to pull on some clothes. Then, satisfied with her outfit, dragged herself downstairs and into the kitchen.
She made herself an Earl Grey, having hated Coffee for most of her life. The stuff gave off a strong sickly smell which she couldn't stand.
It was when Annabella was sitting at the kitchen (with her nose in the Daily Prophet) that there was a knock at the door.
Placing down her paper, she frowned. It was obvious that she was not expecting anyone. She stood up and walked down the long, narrow hallway towards the door.
The knocks continued, rather impatiently. 'I'm coming! I'm coming!'
Annabella pulled it open and her eyes widened. Who was it? Charlie Weasley. Charles Bloody Weasley, after all these years, was standing on her doorstep.
She went to slam the door in his face, but his hand stopped her.
'Please? Annabella? I want to tell you something. It's important.'
Important? She raised an eyebrow whilst turning down the hallway. 'Close the door on your way in.'
The red head grinned, knowing that was a good sign. He closed the door and followed her into the sitting room.
Annabella sat on the couch and beckoned him to sit beside her. He obliged. 'I give to five to explain yourself, Charles Weasley!'
Always so formal. Charles licked his lips as they had gotten dry. 'I'm sorry for avoiding for all this time.' Lame, Charlie. Lame. Now she'll hate you even more.
She frowned impatiently, 'Sorry? Is that all? You have some nerve-'
'I'm in bloody love with you!' He could not of held it in anymore. Charlie had to tell her.
Her usual pale complexion coloured. 'Say what?' She hadn't heard him probably. She hadn't.
He gently placed his hands on hers. 'I'm in love with you, Annabella Katherine De Mount,' he repeated. His tone was softer this time.
Heart banging against, Annabella slowly shoke her head. 'You're not. I don't-'
Charles had cut her off. He lent forward and captured her lips with his own. He felt her kiss him back with no effort. He softly pulled away and stood. The red head then lifted Annabella up in, what could only be described as, a fireman's lift.
She exploded in a fit of giggles. 'Charles Fabian Weasley put me down!'
'Never!' He chuckled. 'Did ya hear my mother shout at me that one time?'
Annabella grinned, 'One your ever first day of Hogwarts? Never!'
He walked out of the room and up the stairs.
She pouted, 'Charles? Where are we going?'
'Your bed is calling us!' The red head smirked.
'I don't think... Hey! So it is! Put me down! It'll be quicker that way!'
He chuckled, 'I think not! Its much more hotter this way!'
Charles went into the first bedroom, which happened to be hers and closed the door behind them.
- Fin -
Mickey: 'What? We see no boobies! No fair! No fair!'
Lance: 'Yea! No fair! I wanna see Penis! Penis! God damn!'
Gem & Riff '*bashes heads together* Idiots!'
Rinnie10: '*sighs* As Imma Virgin, I forbid myself from writing such mature stuff. Anyway, reviews would be nice. ^_~'