![]() “I really am going to take you out to dinner,” he promised against her hair. “Remember… about you and that sausage…” Charlie didn’t let her finish, wrapping his arm around her and tugging her close to his side. “I’ve told jokes before,” she said softly. She did, sniffing and deciding that it was better to laugh than cry right now. I think this may be a first.” He patted his bed his bed, inviting Hermione to sit down. “Well,” she corrected, “maybe not complete…”Ĭharlie’s grin just grew. He was grinning at her and Hermione breathlessly shook her head. Her laugher was interspersed with coughs and she finally caught her breath, pushing her hair from her face to look at Charlie. It came bubbling out of her and she had to grip the back of the chair to stay upright. “An eye patch?” she repeated with a slight cough, wishing that she could burst the bubble of hysterical laughter that was swelling up inside her.Ĭharlie curved his finger into a hook. About whether I should get a hook.” His lips twitched into a smile. About how you’re probably going to have to cut up my steak for me. ![]() “About how, when I get discharged, I’m going to take you to dinner. “About?” She turned back to him, raising her eyebrows and trying to hold back tears. “Because we need to talk.” Charlie licked his lips again. “Don’t go,” he said quietly, almost, but not quite, pleading with her. Charlie reached out and grabbed her sleeve. She reached for her potion, turning to leave. “About how I would not have gone into that tent for anyone else.” About how neither of us have wanted to confront any sorts of feelings we might have.” She choked on a sob. We could talk about the fact that we’re not really ‘just friends’ anymore. “What could we talk about? We could talk about the fact that we’re all lucky to be alive. Hermione stood up, slamming the potion bottle down on the table beside Charlie’s bed. “What else am I supposed to talk about? Neither of us want to talk about my hand, do we?” “You nearly died and all you can talk about is teabags!” “Teabags?” Hermione voice became shrill and she swallowed down a cough. Finally, she asked, “You wanted to tell me about teabags?” I should have told you.”įor a moment, Hermione said nothing. “I felt so bad when I saw you drinking coffee this morning. There were only a few left and I knew we were going to run out, so I hid some for myself.” He coughed uncontrollably for a moment and Hermione stared at him open-mouthed as she waited for his breathing to return to normal. His freckled cheeks were tinged with pink. “I hid the teabags.”īlinking in surprise at this confession, Hermione looked up at Charlie’s face. “I should have been honest with you,” he admitted. She gasped for air, and then asked, “Yes?” She wanted to tamp down the nervous, butterfly feeling that was bubbling inside her. Something to take her mind off the fact that, though she couldn’t see it from the other side of the bed, Charlie had lost his hand. Hermione sipped her potion - it didn’t just make her feel better, but it gave her something to do. “My chest feel a little tight,” she admitted softly. ![]() “I haven’t decided yet,” Charlie said with the slightest hint of a laugh, coughing as he did so. Her cheeks flooded with colour and she ducked her head down as that she wouldn’t have to look at him. “Are you alright?” she asked and immediately wished that she hadn’t. Silently, Hermione sat down on the chair beside Charlie’s bed. “Come and sit down,” Charlie told her, his voice as scratchy as hers. Would a dreamless sleep be able to clear her head? He’d seen her, though, so she couldn’t exactly back out of the door as though she had never been there. Maybe she should have gone back to her room and tried to sleep for a while. Hermione turned pale at the sight of him, wishing that she hadn’t come in. It hadn’t quite sunk in yet, and so he was doing his best just to ignore it. He offered her a small smile, waving at her with his good hand. Charlie/Hermione.Ĭharlie looked up when Hermione came into his room. Summary: Sometimes, something bad can start something good. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc.
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