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A New Land, A New World	By : Madam_Weasley Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Het - Male/Female Views: 3271 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N – To Anon – Oh my goodness, THANK YOU! Since I’ve never written anything before this is still so difficult for me to write. I’m trying to work myself up to another idea I have that is not like this story at all!
                To starr- THANK YOU! I really liked this part myself, apparently I’m more of a sappy romantic than I ever thought!! I’m hoping to wrap it all up in a nice little bow when I get there!!!! I’m kind of scared to be honest!!!!
                Day 6 -Saturday, June 16, 2002
I wake up around 4am. I have to go to the bathroom. Charlie is still beside me and this makes me smile. We have rolled apart as we slept but we are pressed together back to back. I slide out of bed as quietly as I can and curse that I have to go out in the hall to go the bathroom. I feel around on the floor and find a shirt. It’s Charlie’s. I smile as I pull it on and am thankful that it comes mid-thigh. I slip out of the room and go to the bathroom. I giggle as I think about him cleaning us up the last two nights. It turns it into movie sex, where you can just roll over and go to sleep if you want without having to go to the bathroom and clean up. As I’m washing my hands I look at my reflection. I have stubble burns on my cheeks and neck. I grin at my reflection and the memories of earlier.
                I slide back into the room and then back into bed. I take the shirt off again before I pull the covers up and then curl myself around Charlie’s body. Being with him like this as turned me on again. I wonder if he’ll mind if I wake him up, if I’m nice about it. No, I can’t do that! Can I?
                I run my hand up his side, from just below his hip to his chest and then down over his chest and stomach. I make a trail of kisses across his back. He shifts in his sleep and moans but doesn’t wake. I gently drag my nails up the same path my hand took. He shifts again and when I lay my hand on his thigh again I can feel that he’s got goose bumps and I smile into his back. I continue tracing that path, alternating between my palm and nails as I put kisses on the back of his neck. He moans again and rolls forward onto his stomach. I rub his back now and he mumbles into the pillow.
                “I thought it was a very vivid dream.”
                I don’t say anything to him, I just keep rubbing his back and side. He rolls again so that he’s facing me. I can feel his erection against my leg and try not to grin. We are face to face and I’m still rubbing his side, chest and stomach. His breath hitches and it turns me on even more, I can feel myself getting wet. He lays a hand at my waist and traces a circle with his thumb. Then he starts to mirror my movements. Up my side, to my chest where he runs his fingers over my nipple and down to my stomach where my muscles jump at his touch, then back again. The next time he runs his hand over my chest he gently squeezes my breast and pinches the nipple. I can’t hold back the moan that escapes me. He slides down on the bed and takes my nipple into his mouth, gently sucking until it’s hard. Then he kisses down my stomach and crawls over so that he’s between my legs. He kisses my stomach some more and the moves lower. He grabs my thighs and pulls them up so that my knees are bent and he gently pushes my thighs outward. I know what’s coming but it doesn’t stop the fireworks that explode behind my eyelids when his tongue finds my clit. I buck up off the bed and he holds my thighs down. Slowly licking and then gently sucking. I’m whimpering and moaning as his tongue works. Then he licks the length of me and gently slides his tongue into me and licks some more. Heat spreads through my entire body. As his tongue is in me he lets go of my left thigh to use his thumb to rub my clit. The whimpers become louder and I put the pillow over my face and let out a deep moan filled with ecstasy. I’m rocking against his mouth, wanting more. He spreads my lips and returns to my hardened nub. I can feel his hot breath and I’m arching my back to try to close the space between us. I’m whimpering again “Please, Charlie.” I whisper. He kisses the nub and then twirls his tongue around it, releasing more juice from me. He sucks on me again and I know he’s taking me to the edge, before I can come he stops and kisses his way back up my body and up my neck. He stops at my ear.
                “Would you put another one on me?”
                I know what he means and I reach for another condom. I roll it onto him gently, he moans as I do. He hitches my knees up and enters me. He starts slow but that doesn’t last long. He reaches down and starts kneading my breast again, pinching at the nipple. He leans over and pulls my other nipple into his mouth while he’s thrusting into me faster and harder. My breath comes out in little sobs. My nipples tighten and I am clawing at his back. I push him to the side and without words get him to figure out that I want him on his back. I crawl up on top of him and pull him into me again. I push down on him so that he is completely in me. He reaches up and runs his hands down my arms to my hands. We lace fingers as I start to rock on him, pressing hard enough to rub my clit on his coarse hairs. I rock faster and harder, riding him. He’s moaning and raising his hips up to meet me with each roll of my hips, pushing himself deeper inside me. He lets out a whimper and I know he’s close to coming. I push harder and rock faster until my orgasm happens just after his. I can feel his seed pumping out of him and I continue to roll my hips, but I’m slowing down to ride out my own orgasm. I lay forward so that I’m on top of him and he’s still inside of me. I lay with my face against his neck. He wraps and arm around me and rubs my back.
                “Good morning.” he whispers.
                I let out a small laugh, “Good morning,” I whisper back.
                I roll off of him and curl up beside him. I feel him reach for his wand again and feel the magic run over me. I smile into his chest. He snakes his arm under me and pulls me close. We don’t say a word as we both drift back to sleep.
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                I slept until 10. I wake up feeling slightly sore but incredibly happy. I look at him sleeping. He’s on his stomach his head turned to his left facing me. His arm curled under his pillow, hair all over, lips parted and breathing the shallow, slow breathing of someone deep in sleep. I smile and feel a little tremor in my chest.
                I lean over the edge of the bed and grab Charlie’s shirt again and my travel notebook, just a spiral that I’ve been filling in daily with my trip and leaving places for pictures. I slip the shirt over my head and turn to the back of my notebook and start writing my contact information. If he’s really going to try to keep in touch with me he’s going to need it. He said he would get Harry or Hermione to help him set up muggle post so that we could keep in touch until he could work out the portkey situation.
                At the bottom of the page I write him a short note.
                Dear Charlie,
                I wanted to let you know that I am so glad that I got lost that day. Thank you for sharing your world with me. It has been an incredible week and I have loved every minute of it. I hope that we can stay in touch but I want you to know that I am not holding you to anything. If you decide you don’t want to remain in contact, I completely understand. I want you to be happy so if you find someone that can give you what you deserve you need to take it. I wish you every happiness.
                Respectfully and with love,
                Gina
                A tear slides down my cheek as I finish. I hate the idea of not seeing him again.
                “Why are you crying?”
                I wipe the tear away. He rolls onto his side and props his head up with his hand.
                “It’s nothing. I’m fine. “ I force a smile at him.
                “Maybe it’s different in the muggle world, but people don’t typically cry if they are fine. “
                “No, that would be the same in the muggle world too. I just don’t want to dwell on it. I didn’t think you’d be awake.”
                “Can I tell you something in all honesty?” he asks me seriously.
                “Yeah, anything, what?”
                “I love that you are wearing my shirt.”
                I laugh out loud at that, but at the same time a few more tears prickle at my eyes.
                “Sorry, it was close and I felt like I needed something on while I was sitting here.”
                “Don’t apologize. Really, I like it.” He snakes his arm across my stomach and pulls me back down into the bed with him and up against his chest.
                “Mmmmmm. I really like this.” he whispers against my hair. I smile and snuggle closer. We lay that way for a while, his arm around me and me tracing patterns on his arm.
                “Charlie, I really hate to do this. But I have to go to the bathroom.”
                He laughs into my hair and plants a kiss on my neck. “Ok.” he whispers and I slide out of bed, still wearing only his shirt. I don’t pay much thought to it as I walk out into the hallway to the restroom. If I ever come back I’ll splurge for a hotel with a bathroom in the room! Ugh, I should have brought my toothbrush and toothpaste. Before I head back to the room I rinse my mouth with water and try lessen my morning breath. I look at myself in the mirror and I can see how close I am to just breaking down and crying. This was probably one of the dumbest things I’d ever done. I take a deep breath and head back.
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Charlie’s POV
                Last night was a dream, a fantasy. Being with Gina was incredible and she asked me stay with her. It was perfect. I’ll have to see if I can invest in a pensieve, I wouldn’t mind seeing these memories later. I thought I was dreaming last night when I woke up to her touching me. Soft strokes up my side, chest and stomach I woke up so aroused and realized it wasn’t a dream. It was incredible. Thinking about it causes a stirring that I fight to get under control.
                Last night was a dream and I wake up to a nightmare. When I open my eyes and see her sitting beside me in bed, and wearing my shirt no less, I can’t help but smile. The dream continued, until I saw the tear. I understand what it is, the only thing that can turn this day into a nightmare. It is our last day together, I don’t want to face it, but in less than 24 hours she is leaving. She literally wandered into my life and she was going to be leaving so soon.
                I pull her toward me and she snuggles in. I love this. Lying with her with no expectations, no need to fill the comfortable silence. I’m about ready to tell her we need to talk about this when she says she has to use the loo. I let her go and watch her walk away. Her tan legs below my shirt. It’s incredibly sexy. I get out of bed and pull on my boxers and jeans. If I stay naked with her much longer I’m not sure I can control myself. I head to the hallway to use the men’s and pass her in the hallway. I grab her around the waist and kiss her. “I’ll be right back.”
                “Ok.” she smiles up at me and heads back to the room. I watch her walk away and think again of getting a pensieve.
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                I pull on panties before Charlie gets back but that’s the most I do to get dressed. I’m back on the bed, looking through Fantastic Beasts again. He comes in and sits at the foot of the bed. I look up from reading about centaurs (they’re real?!) and look at him. I’m pretty sure he’s mirroring the same sad look that I feel is on my face.
                “We should talk.” He says.
                “Yeah, we probably should.”
                “Actually, I want to talk first. Is that ok?” he asked as he slides closer to me and takes my hand.
                I nod and lace my fingers in his.
                “The thought of tomorrow makes me feel physically ill. I hate the thought of you leaving, but I know it must happen and I hope to make the best of all of it. I am so glad that you asked us for directions. I still, to this moment do not know what possessed me to walk you back. Whatever it was, I am incredibly thankful for it. My dad and Percy have already been checking into the Portkey Authority at the Ministry for me. My hope, if you are ok with it, is to be able to take a portkey to you once a month. You don’t have to put me up or anything. I don’t expect that from you, but I would come in Friday and stay until Sunday. It would be set times. Percy’s already gotten in touch with the American Wizarding government to clear it all. I was thinking that for Christmas holiday you may be willing to try taking a portkey here with me to spend holiday with my family.”
                This information rushed out of him and I know I stared at him with growing shock and surprised. I could feel my chest tighten up and as he was mentioning Christmas, tears start running down my face and he kind of trails off.
                “What? What have I done?” He moves closer, looking concerned and worried.
                I try to speak my mouth just keeps opening and closing.
                “You’ve done all of that? You’ve really been checking into it. I can’t believe you’ve done that much work to try to come see me.” I’m shocked. I honestly didn’t let myself believe that it could happen.
                He reaches out to wipe the tears from my face. “I started the day you asked me to show you magic. I had sent an owl to Dad and Percy and they told me what they learned yesterday. I don’t expect you to answer about Christmas. That may have been a bit much to put out there, but it’s something I’ve been thinking about.” he whispers. “I really want this to happen.”
                I cry for real now. The anxiety, fear, and uncertainty that I’ve felt the last couple days, it all breaks. He wants this too, enough to already have created a solution to a problem that I honestly didn’t think was solvable and would lead to us not staying in touch at all. He pulls me toward him and holds me. Not saying a word, just holding me. After the tears have stopped he kisses the top of my head.
                “I do have one thing to ask of you though.” He says with his chin resting on my head.
                “What’s that?”
                “Take that shirt with you so I can see you in it again.” I start to laugh and he laughs with me. “I hope you realize I’m serious.”
                “Well, if you insist.” I lean up and kiss him.
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