"We should go out today," Charlie said as he watched Harry put too much sugar on his cereal.

"Where do you want to go?"

"I don't know. Out of the house."

"Can I fly?" Harry asked, reaching for the broomstick that was propped up against the edge of the table next to him. It was a comforting thing, knowing it was right there.

"Yeah. Of course."

Having an idea in the back of his mind, Charlie packed some lunch while Harry finished getting dressed and made sure there was plenty of food and water out for the cat. He was just packing a couple of bottles of pumpkin juice into a backpack when Harry swept in.

Pulling the Firebolt up slightly, so he was taller than his standing height, Harry leaned down to brush a kiss over Charlie's lips. Then another. And another, until Charlie was pulling back and swatting away the roaming hands.

"Stop it. Or we'll never leave the house."

Charlie took them out through one of his more scenic routes. The weather was starting to inch towards warm, the mornings now dewy rather than frosty. That was okay by him. The morning light meant he got far more done during his day.

They stopped, occasionally, for a drink or for a long, lazy snog or to chase each other through the intense greenery and beauty of the countryside here. It was silent - so quiet and peaceful, and easy to believe that there wasn't another human for miles.

For lunch they stopped where the evergreens met the sharp edge of a cliff, and a huge waterfall mirrored them on the other side of the valley. Harry played absently with some vivid purple flowers as Charlie unpacked things, then sat down cross legged to eat.

"Why have we never been out here before?"

"I don't know."

"It's beautiful."

"Yeah."

Harry shifted and winced.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," Harry sighed. Then he smirked. "Just a bit sore from last night, is all."

"Oh." Charlie flushed.

"Come here."

They stretched out on the rough wool blanket that Charlie had brought with him, Harry facing the edge of the cliff with Charlie's arm anchoring him back against a warm body.

"I need to talk to you about something," Charlie said softly.

"Go on."

"I think we should move back to London."

Surprised, Harry looked back over his shoulder. "Really?"

"Yeah. Maybe wait until you're comfortable walking with the splints first though."

"Why?"

It was a loaded question.

"A lot of reasons," Charlie said lightly. "I think you're ready, for one. And I want to go home."

"This is your home, Charlie."

"You are my home," he corrected. "But it's time for me to be closer to my family. Mum and dad aren't getting any younger, you know? I've got nieces and nephews that I hardly ever see. And you miss Ron and Hermione."

"That's..." Harry shook his head and waved the last comment away. "Irrelevant."

"No, it's not. Harry, did you ever think about how I got to St Mungo's so quickly when you had the accident?"

Harry was silent for a moment, thinking. "No. But in my defence, I was unconscious for a long time."

"I was already in London. At the Ministry. They offered me a job covering Wales."

"What, all of Wales?"

"Yeah," Charlie said. "I'd be heading my own team. It's a great career move, and I get to do it back at home."

"Then why the fuck are we out here? I can't believe you kept this from me."

Charlie sighed and kissed Harry's neck. "You needed somewhere where you could recover in your own time. The last thing you wanted... or needed was my mother or Hermione or Ginny hovering and fussing over you. So I brought you out here where you could have some peace and quiet."

"And what about you? Your job, your life...?"

"You are my life."

"Shut up and be serious."

"Oh god, Harry," he laughed. "I am."

Harry was quiet for a long time, during which Charlie waited, his arm still held protectively around his lover's waist. Every now and then his thumb snuck under the hem of Harry's shirt and brushed the skin of his stomach.

"You want to move to London," Harry said quietly. "But you've been offered a job in Wales?"

"I could commute? I really do like your flat. Or we could get a nice little cottage in the Brecon Beacons?"

Harry shuddered. "Ugh. No thanks."

"The flat, then?"

"What about Puff?"

"He can come too."

With Charlie's help, Harry rolled over. "You'll bring your cat with us. When we move back to my flat in Greenwich, so you can commute to a job in Wales."

"That's about it, yeah. And I want you to be my husband while we do it."

Harry reached up, pushed Charlie's hair back from his face, and leaned in to kiss him softly.

"I'm terrified," he whispered.

A/N: If you haven't seen already, I posted a HPDM one-shot this week. It's an established relationship, very domestic-y type thing. Check it out! - HFS x