Magical Charm

By: Dragon's That Fly

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Chapter: Eight

Title: Questions Asked

Rating: M

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Disclaimer: I only own: Carolina (Carrie) Riddle; Michele Merrill; Isobel Jameson; the plot; and other unrecognizable characters from the world Harry Potter.

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Author's Note: Tell me what you think, please.

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01st of January '09

New Years Day

"Happy New Year." I, gently, kissed Michele; as the fireworks were set off.

"And you, my love," he said, into our conjoined lips. I pecked his lips, softly; and wound my arms around his waist, watching the fireworks. Mione, and Toby, were not to far away; and I smiled – the two most bookish Hogwarts students, with their hot teacher-boyfriends'.

We walked back to his rooms, at a, generally, slow pace. "Darling?"

"My love?"

"I've been thinking."

"That's a very dangerous pass-time, babe." I joked.

"About us, sweetheart."

"What about us?"

"I spoke with Prof. Dumbledore; and he's quite pleased with the idea; but now I need to know what you think. Move in with me? Please."

"Michele!" I clapped my hand over my mouth, in shock. "Yes!"

"Albus reasons that our relationship is in the right space; and I think he's right."

"I love you."

"I love you, also, darling."

"And I wanted to chat to you about a few things, also."

"My love?" He warned.

"In the summer I think you, and the boys, should meet my family. We'll be staying at the house, in Trafalgar Square; so the boys can travel in and out of London, as they please."

"We'd love to. Have you asked your parents?"

"Long along, my love. They're most anxious to meet you; and are dying to meet the boys."

"I'd like that, my darling. I'd like that very much. I want to do this the proper way, sweetheart."

"I know." I, gently, stroked his cheek.

"I'll speak to the boys; and we'll organize things with Faye."

"I'll organize things with Faye; we should have tea."

"You, and tea, my darling."

"It is my obsession, my love."

"And student-teacher romance novels."

"That, my love, was entirely your fault."

"Your obsession with me, you mean, darling."

"Whatever tickles your fancy."

"I know many things that could."

"For now, my love, we need sleep; c'mon." He locked the door behind me; and carried ne, bridal-style, into the bedroom.

The first lights from the day came through the windows; and I smiled, softly, in my semi-sleep state. I turned away from Michele; and lay on my back. "Good," yawn, "morning, darling."

"Hey." I rolled onto one elbow.

I rubbed his face, sleepily; and reached, behind, to get his glasses. "So beautiful." He, carefully, fixed his glasses – the single most sexiest thing a man, in my opinion, could ever do. "Let us relax today, darling."

"Unless, my love, you have other ideas of moving my things from the tower; then sure."

"You're wicked, babe."
"I wonder where I get it from." I giggled. "C'mon. Shower."

We walked into the bathroom. He, sensuously, rolled my t-shirt off; placing a, soft, kiss on my jugular. He hooked his finger in the waistband of my pyjama trousers; and ripped them away. "So exquisite." He kicked off his boxers; and we climbed into the shower. He, fervently, passed me up against the shower wall; and kissed my lips, fiercely. I wound my legs around his waist – giving him fire with fire. "So gorgeously passionate." I gasped; as he, roughly, took my body. "So angelic." Roughly, claiming my body, inch by inch.

He let me down; and leant his head on the wall. "I love you." He smiled.

"As I love you. C'mon." we showered, silently – recovering from our experience.

I dressed, in: a Bird By Juicy Couture stripped wool-jersey black-and-white top; Dolce & Gabbana cropped peony-printed mid-rise crème-and-pink-floral skinny jeans; Converse Chuck Taylor All Star sequined pink sneakers.

Later That Day

We sat by the fireplace, looking out towards the setting sun. I smiled, softly; we'd had a long, and strenuous, day; and just relaxing together was, perfect.

I lay my head, in his lap; and summoned a book from his, many, shelves. "You tired?"

"Hmm. You?"

"Bit." He, gently, ran his fingers through my curls; and sighed. "I love you, Carolina Riddle; and I shall forever."

"I love you, Michele Merrill; and I shall eternally."