Snogging at the Burrow

Chapter 18

She was suddenly grabbed around the neck, being pulled sideways. She turned her head to look as the action was sudden, but realized it was Charlie.  She was now pulled into the side of him, pressed up against him.  It was one of those choke hold things you did to you brother.  Or in this case she supposed it was her. 

"I'm sorry did I hurt you?" He asked lessening his grip. 

Hermione smiled to herself.  Charlie may have underestimated his own strength.  And it may have seemed she was annoyed, but she rather enjoyed being hugged tightly against him more than he knew.  "Charlie I'm fine." 

"Well, how did you sleep?" He asked steering her to stand in front of him. 

"Quite well." She said, blushing at his obvious attention towards her. 

"I see you're still wearing my jumper."

"Oh believe me Char, I'm never going to take it off." 

"Am I blushing?" He asked with a smirk. 

"Why?" 

"Because you called me Char, and that means if I'm blushing your very attracted to me right now." 

She smacked his chest, which really only hurt her own hand.  She shook it reliving the little pain. 

He left, continuing towards the kitchen.  She raised her brow after the obvious 'follow me' game, but she, soon enough was to the kitchen as well.

"Want ice cream?" He asked, opening the freezer with his wand.

"For breakfast? But Charlie that's barbaric." She said.

"I'm a Dragon tamer, Barbaric is my middle name." He held out the carton to her, and she bit back a smile.

"Charlie stop!"

"Stop what? I'm not doing anything." He chuckled.

"Just-, your joke wasn't funny."

"Well, I beg to differ, cause you are smiling."

"At you."

"Good, I've achieved my goal, now. Let's eat."

They leaned against the counter, both digging their spoons into the icecream.

"Is this a thing?" She asked scooping her spoon once more.

"Is what?"

"You know, the Weasley's, sharing from the same container."

She jumped up, sitting on the counter. She grabbed the icecream to hold it in her lap, and Charlie turned so he was facing her. For once she was actually eye level with him.

"I didn't know it was a thing."

"Well yeah, Bill just did the same thing with the pasta last night."

His smile faded.

Hermione realized why. "Is it serious? What happened at the ministry?" She asked cautiously after a moment of silence.

"Well, I think times are changing. I don't think it will ever be the same. There are more attacks, more murders."

"The letter? Last night-."

"It was from Bill, they won't be back till tonight." He moved his hand on top of hers. She looked at it. "Now-." He removed the carton from her hand, "let's actually eat."

She watched as he pulled out his wand, sending the ice cream back into the ice drawer and as a pan and few other ingredients started to fly around the stove. But she wasn't watching the task of him starting the breakfast to make itself, she was watching the expression in his face. She could tell he was worried about something, and her guess it was his family.