Snogging at the Burrow

Chapter 26

She flicked her eyes to Bill and Fleur who were currently having a rather disgruntled conversation with Kinsly Shakelbolt and the main Goblin's.  She had listened long enough to know they were simply droning on about what had happened and how certain bank security was not met.  And unfortunately the deatheater had fled, with no actual evidence other than her own word that it happened to be Lucious Malfoy.  She hadn't told anyone that part, especially concerned if her assumptions were to be false.

"Are you sure you are alright?" Charlie asked, gaining her attention as he lifted her hands in his own to exam the few scratches she had acquired, ruining her usually soft skin. 

"Yes." She craned her  head to look back at Bill whom was standing towards the other side of the hall. "But I'd rather like to know what they are talking about?" she whispered.

He took in a great sigh, his shoulders rising. "Hermione. Bill and I aren't going to tell the rest of the family about this.  It is a security matter within the bank and a few others.  As long as no one is hurt, we'll just return home. Yeah?" 

She knew what he was asking of her.  To keep it a secret.  She nodded in compliance. With one more look to the whispers from the other end of the hall, she met Charlie's gaze. "Do you wanna dodge outside?" she asked, extending her hand.

He was momentarily confused, but allowed for the witch to lead him close behind herself out of the bank, and into the moonlit cobbled street of Diagon Alley.  There was a soft music playing from a record what seemed to come from one of the shops upper flats.  It drifted through the air like a faint whisper in the wind, yet Hermione found it soothing.  As she halted starring up towards the source of the noise, Charlie furrowed his brow his eyes trained to the back of Hermione.

"Are we not going back?"

She turned to him with a faint smile on her lips, shaking her head.  She moved closer, and he remained still as her delicate hands snaked around his neck, her thumb gently brushing the back of it.  She was flushed against him now, yet she shifted closer as she moved to rest her head on his shoulder. "Dance with me Charlie?" She said in a simple invitation, the whisper hitting his ear. 

He hadn't realized his tense nature, but understanding allowed himself to relax, moving his arm to wrap around her small frame, and hold her own hand in his.  He felt relieved almost.  That she was safe and secure.  Where else would she be safer? He thought selfishly, yet honestly at the same time. 

As they started to sway back and forth to the distant music, he drew his own lips to her temple. "How long have you been waiting for such an opportunity to dance with me?" He asked, his breath caressing her skin, even though the sound itself was lost within her unruly hair. 

"Charlie Weasley-" she began to scorn. "You should never ask such question as to imply I've been waiting."

"But haven't you?" A low chuckle rumbled through him, and she couldn't help but let out a little laugh.

"Shhh" She purred in attempts to quiet him.  "If you keep talking you'll ruin the mood".

"But What If I were too whisper sweet nothings into your ear?" 

She pulled back a little to look sternly into his eyes, giving him a warning glare. "But you're not, so quiet!" She scolded, however her lips formed a flirtatious smile. 

"What if I were to say you were beautifully radiant." 

She rolled her eyes. "Charlie, stop it." 

"Or that you are insanely intelligent"

"Charlie." 

"Or that when I'm with you everything in the world makes sense."