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"Why Miss Granger," Charlie greeted. "Don't you just look divine!" The witch in question blushed, and smiled sheepishly.

"You look quite dashing yourself, Mr Weasley," she replied and he did in his muggle suit, the top button of his dress shirt unbuttoned and revealing tanned skin that she wanted to run her tongue along.

"My eyes are up here," Charlie teased and she jolted from her memory, bringing her mind out of the gutter and focusing on the now. Her blush deepened, causing Charlie to chuckle. He was quite thankful that she'd been so engrossed in his appearance to miss the look that he had been giving her as he eyed the way her black dress fell to about an inch above her knee.

"Oh, Crookshanks!" Hermione exclaimed, shaking Charlie out of his stupor and noticing the ball of ginger fur resting on her shoulder. "You've made my dress all… cat furry." She scrunched up her nose as she looked down at herself.

"There is no exquisite beauty… without some strangeness in the proportion," Charlie offered, smirking at her as she laughed. "Well, shall we go?"

"I should get changed," she said, taking the cat off her shoulder and resting him onto the settee.

"I like it," Charlie told her, giving her a toothy grin which she returned.


"This is delicious," Hermione moaned, spinning some pasta around her fork and offering it to Charlie. "Here, I bet you've never had a spaghetti bolognese that tastes this good."

"Do you forget who my mother is, Hermione?" Charlie asked skeptically, eyeing the pasta with disbelief. She didn't take the fork away and so he relented, taking the bite and chewing slowly as he savoured the taste. "Oh Merlin," he mumbled after he'd swallowed. "That was divine!"

She smiled at him behind the glass of her pumpkin juice, sipping at it as he raved about how his Mum was going to kill the chef for his recipe if she ever found out. She loved how animated and passionate he was just at talking. Then she imagined how passionate he'd be in other aspects of his life. Then she tried to will the blush away from her cheeks.

Of course Charlie noticed and instead of pointing it out, shot her a wink.


"Thank you," Hermione said shyly as they walked along the waterfront. "For a wonderful date. I had fun."

"Good, I'm glad," Charlie replied, pulling her to a stop so that they could look at the moon shining on the ocean. "Maybe next time we can-"

"Next time?" Hermione interrupted.

"Well, I just assumed… I mean, if you don't-"

"No, I'd love to," she interrupted again, blushing furiously. She stepped forward and pressed her lips gently against his cheek. "I'd really like to go out with you again."

Gringotts Prompt Bank: cat (species/creature), pumpkin juice (drink), spaghetti Bolognese (meal), waterfront (assorted compound), "There is no exquisite beauty... without some strangeness in the proportion." - Edgar Allen Poe (randomly generated quotes)