Be Mine

Date Night

Charlie's POV

I looked in the mirror of my bathroom smiling like a fool. It turns out I did overthink the whole situation. Last night...last night was amazing. And this morning was amazing. I looked down at my chest taking in the marks her nails had left. I smirked at the memories of our long night.

"Hey Charlie, have you seen my- holy shit what happened to your back?!" Oh, I didn't even think about my back. I turn and see Bill gaping from the center of my bedroom. "And your chest?!" He stepped closer with his eyes widening. Slowly, his face contorted to one of knowing. A smirk plastered on his face and he raised his eyebrows at me.

"Oh shove it Bill," I said pulling my T-shirt over my head. He just started laughing.

"Oh man, this is great. Not only did you get over yourself, but apparently you fucked her so well, she marked you! You look worse than my face!" He doubled over slapping his knee. I rolled my eyes at his horrible joke.

"Fuck." We both froze at the sound of a small voice. I covered my mouth with my hand hiding the smile. Victorie stood in the doorway giggling.

"No, no sweetheart we don't say that word." Bill walked over to her slowly. He crouched down in front of his two year old. "Mummy will kill me if you say that. Don't say that. And don't tell mummy."

"Mummy!" Victorie turned and ran down the stairs. I couldn't hold it in anymore. I started laughing hard and loud. Bill looked terrified.

"Well," I said walking over to my brother. I clapped him on the shoulder grinning ear to ear. "It was nice knowing you brother!"

"WILLIAM!" I erupted with more laughter at the sound of Fleur yelling his name. Her accent was thick as she cussed in French stomping up the stairs. He gulped and ran trying to get past his wife. It was unsuccessful by the sound of him falling. I chuckled walking down the stairs. Fleur had ahold of Bill by his ear, yelling in more French. She was red in the face.

"Morning," I said to the rest of my family walking to the table. A few mumbled mornings replied.

"So Charlie," my mother said sitting across from me. I looked up to her as I sipped on my coffee. "When are you going to propose to Hermione?" I nearly choked on my drink.

"Mum-"

"Oh honey don't even try to deny it, I see the way you look at her."

"Mum-"

"And I see the way she looks at you. It's love alright!"

"Mum-"

"So tell me all your plans! I need to know! I'm just so excited for the wedding planning!"

I sighed rubbing my face with my hands. I will never get a word in with this woman. She kept rambling on and on about weddings and color schemes. I stood abruptly, scaring my mum in the process.

"Where's Mione?" I ask looking at the twins.

"She's in the living room," Fred said.

"With our women, discussing your sex life," George said with a grin. I rolled my eyes walking through the doorway. When I got to the room, the door was locked. 'Ginny' I thought to myself.

"Gin! Open up." I banged on the door. When the door opened, Tatiana and Angela came walking out smirking. Ginny followed after, giving me a knowing look. When I walked into the room, my witch was sitting on the sofa rubbing her temples. "What's wrong beautiful?"

"Your sister. I just had to endure and hour of constant bickering and questions. I didn't even get to eat breakfast!" She squeaked throwing her hands around dramatically. I couldn't help the chuckle that came out. I sat down beside her, pulling her legs into my lap. She was now seated with her back against the arm of the sofa.

"If it makes you feel any better, my mum started asking me when I was going to propose," I said rubbing her thigh. She snorted putting her face into her hands.

"They are never going to leave us alone," she said. I nodded, but then realized she didn't see it.

"No they are not. How about you go get dressed, and we can start our date early?" I suggested. We both wanted to get out of the house. If we stayed, we'd only get more questions. Her head raised out of her hands and she smiled.

"Okay!" She leaned forward capturing my lips with hers. It was over too soon as she stood and went toward the stairs. I just stared at her wondering how one trip home turned into the best time of my life.

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"Miss Granger! Is it true you and Mister Weasley are getting married?" Hermione rolled her eyes at the blonde woman chasing after us. I had no idea who it was, I guess that's because of me not being here. Hermione looked pissed. Suddenly she pulled her hand out of mine and turned around.

"Rita, you're going to listen, and you're going to listen good. If you print one word about us, I will not hesitate to put you back in a jar and take you straight to the ministry. Understand?" Jar? What the hell was she on about?

"Yes." The blonde, Rita, nodded and walked away.

"Do I want to know?" I asked. She just laughed pulling me into her bookstore.

"She's an unregistered animagus. I put her in a jar when I found out. I don't like her." I just laughed as she went behind her counter. She said she needed to stop and grab some things from her office. A wicked thought occurred to me as she walked up the stairs to her office. I turned around flicking my wand at the windows. A simple glamour charm. People can see in, but all they'd see is rows of books. We can still see out, but I doubt our eyes will be on the windows. I flicked my wand again, locking the door. When she came back down the stairs, I grabbed her quickly, putting her on the counter. "Charlie stop, the windows!" She panicked. I chuckled removing her scarf and kissing her neck.

"Glamour charm beautiful. No one can see us and I want to take you on this counter. Right now." She moaned leaning back. I smirked pulling her jacket off.