"I really want to go," Charlie whined, his bottom lip jutting out like a five year old child who was begging for a treat when their parents had very clearly said no. "Please?" Hermione sighed and eyed him over the top of her book. The two were sat on her couch - him sitting, her laying with her feet in his lap whilst he rubbed them - and they'd been enjoying a lovely silence until he got the bright idea to pester her into agreeing to go to a muggle fairground.
She hated rides. He'd never been.
"I'll buy you cotton candy," he bribed, his voice taking on a different tone - one she was very familiar with when in the bedroom. Not fair to bring that voice into things. "And maybe, just maybe, i'll let you eat my popcorn."
"You'll win me a prize?" She asked, her book resting on her chest, her index finger on her right hand keeping it from losing her page. Merlin forbid that she lose her page in a book that she'd read a thousand times.
"Promise."
His excitement drove Hermione crazy. But she loved it. It was oddly satisfying watching a grown man contain the excitement of a puppy. He dragged her from stall to stall, oohing and ahhing at almost everything in sight.
He even fulfilled his promise of getting her a prize. Multiple times.
He attempted the strongest man stall where he whacked the mallet against the pressure point and the crowd cheered when it rung the bell, earning him a stuffed panda the size of a chihuahua which he immediately thrust into her arms and smirked when she stretched onto her tiptoes to peck him on the cheeks as thanks.
He attempted the ring toss, impressing the man who worked there when he managed to get every ring onto the pole that he was aiming for. This earned him a large unicorn which, like last time, he thrust into her arms straight away; this time he earned himself a peck on the lips which made him pout when she didn't allow him to deepen it.
He even dragged her to the game where they had to knock the bottles and she won - mainly because he wasn't allowed magic to increase his accuracy (which he'd done on ring toss) and so when she was rewarded with a masculine looking dragon, she thrust into his arms with a wink. He thanked her with a deep, toe curling kiss that had surrounding men catcalling, women sighing and kids spluttering and making noises of disgust.
He enjoyed the rides immensely but she learnt that he preferred food over the adrenaline rush that came from going at fast speeds and hanging upside down - from living with him for a year and knowing him before that even longer, she could've told anyone that.
If asked, Charlie would claim that his favourite part of the day was eating all the muggle food and storing them in his head (and pockets) to remember at a later date so that he could get the Twins to have a crack and make their own wizarding kind. He'd then turn and tell Ginny (for she could see through his lies almost as often as Hermione) that his favourite part was watching Hermione's face glow with the happiness and excitement that the crowd and event caused.
If asked, Hermione would tell everyone that her favourite part of the day was collecting all of the prizes - both the ones that she won and Charlie's - before turning to the girls in the family and telling them of how romantic the ferris wheel was and how, as the sun set, and they were resting on the top of the wheel, he'd tipped her chin back and kissed her deeply, fully, and softly that she could practically taste the love that he was emitting. She'd then wink at them and tell them that the sex they had back home afterwards was a close second.
