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Wrong

"Ron," Pansy started timidly as they were getting ready for bed later the same evening in which she found the photo of Finny and Charlie, "is it wrong that I don't think I want us to move into our own place? At least not now."

As she expected, Ron looked up at her surprised more than anything and asked, "Why do you say that?"

"Worried about Charlie I guess," she simply replied, crawling into bed by him.

"Pansy, he's been on his own since he was eighteen. In fact, I think he actually likes it; he was always the loner of all of us kids."

"I don't think he honestly does love. I think he does it so that no one will bug him about not moving on after Finny."

"You think this is about your brother?"

"Uh-huh," she nodded, laying down next to Ron whose hand joined hers over their child. "I found a picture of the two of them today when I was trying to clean that office of his and when I saw that picture, I realized just how different he is today than the Charlie I remember and why he is different."

"And what is that?"

"His eyes Ron. They don't twinkle anymore."

Several long moments passed before Ron responded with a sigh, "Okay, I'll give you that but how does us not moving into our own place fix that."

"I'm not saying that it will fix that. I'm just asking to stay closer to him, to take care of him and make sure he takes care of himself."

"Pansy, Charlie has been doing that since we were first years."

"I know, but -"

"And in about four months, we will have our hands full with an infant and I know Charlie is not going to like daily feedings at three in the morning and such."

"I know, but – "

"And I know you care about him and that he is the closest thing you have to a brother anymore but you need to let him take care of himself."

"I know, but-"

"No buts love."

Hoping to hell that Charlie was asleep, or at the very least in his room, Pansy summoned the photo from the office. Once she had it in her hands, she shoved it into Ron's face and said, "Thatis the Charlie I remember. Don't you?"

It took a few minutes before Ron replied with a simple nod.

"Now do you understand?"

"Love..."

"Please Ron."

"Pansy..."

"Ron."

"Why do I suddenly think I'm going to lose this one?"

"You aren't," she whispered. "Please just let us stay here. And if Charlie says something about needing us to move out either one of us, we will do it with no questions asked or comments made."

"Well, can I at least maintain that I don't like this?"

"Noted love. And thank you."