I meant for this to be a bit sad... Sorry.

I couldn't think of anything else.

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Awake.

Charlie Weasley never had problems sleeping, especially when his wife was in bed with him. He had never felt more comfortable then when his wife was in such close contact with him.

Tonight was a different story. Charlie Weasley looked at his wife's body, covered by a sheet, yet illuminated by the moon light that was flooding through the window to their room.

Charlie thought back to the day's events and decided it was enough to make any man stay awake late into the night.

"Mia, stop messing around, I want to cuddle." Charlie whined to the brunette splashing around in the lake.

"Oh, relax Charlie, we'll cuddle later, come and swim with me, it is nice and cool!" She called back to him.

Grinning, he kicked off his shoes and socks, stripped his shirt from his body, and jumped into the lake.

The two swam around the lake, splashing, dunking, and ultimately, kissing each other.

It had been several years since the war had ended, most of the death eaters had been caught, and neither suspected what happened next.

"A mudblood and a blood traitor, how sweet," A sickly fake voice drawled from across the lake, "Oh, I'm sorry, did I interrupt your swim? CRUCIO!"

Suddenly Hermione's body was flashing around in front of Charlie's eyes, pain obviously flooding through her body.

Thinking quickly, Charlie wandlessly summoned his wand and cast the one curse he never wanted to cast. "AVADA KEDAVRA!" He didn't even watch as the man's body crumpled to the floor. He grabbed Hermione and apparated her to St. Mungo's.

"We've had an emergency." He said, and was quickly led to where a healer could be found.


Only hours later they were back in their own home, in their own bed, things were normal. He wrapped his arms around his wife as she yelled out in her sleep. He found out in the hospital that he had killed Lucius Malfoy, he was the third man he had ever killed. And as he felt his wife relax against him, he was never more savagely happy to have taken someone's life.

He tried to sleep again, but he had never felt more awake as he kept his wife calm, protecting her from her enemies, even in her sleep.