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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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6 months later
Friday, December 20, 2002
                It is the last day of school before winter break. I’ve been home for about 2 hours. I stand at the window watching the snow falling lightly to the ground. Christmas carols play softly in the back ground. I think back, as I often do to my trip to England. I find myself grinning at inappropriate times when I think of George and his over the top behavior or my time alone with Charlie. I wear the bracelet every day. It was a whirlwind, it was impulsive, it was insane. It was wonderful. I found that I didn’t share as much with my friends as I thought I would. I showed the pictures of the guys and tell them I hung out with them, but I couldn’t tell them about Charlie. I don’t know if I didn’t want to be judged or I just wanted to keep it to myself since there was so much I couldn’t tell them. I keep the 3 pictures taken of Charlie and me at dinner the night before I left in my night stand. I can’t frame and put them up because it hurts to see them every day. I love the picture of us laughing when he pulls me onto his lap. The one of him kissing me causes me to cry. I don’t pull them out often. I prefer my own memory, but sometimes on nights I can’t sleep I pull them out and look at them.
                Our plan didn’t work. The Portkey Authority didn’t get everything worked out the way we had hoped. Hermione came through though and we used muggle mail, but it was slow. I did send the pictures of us to Charlie and he sent me a picture of himself. A wizarding picture that moves, he is waving and blowing a kiss. It stays in the same drawer as the others.
                I have no plans for Christmas, just me and Snowball. She’s currently under the little Christmas tree batting at ornaments. I pour myself a glass of wine and curl up on the couch. The lights are out and it’s getting dark outside. I lay there watching the colorful lights twinkle on the tree and the sound of I’ll Be Home for Christmas playing on the CD player. I’ve got the pictures on the coffee table and pick them up every few minutes and look at them. Thinking back, remembering. Eventually I fall asleep on the couch snuggled under a cover with Snowball asleep on my stomach. Visions of Charlie dance in my head, tears dry on my cheeks.
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                I wake up to sunlight in my face, brighter than normal because of the reflection off the snow. I had forgotten to close the curtains last night. The tree lights are still on but the music has long been silent. I sit up and stretch out the kinks in my back from sleeping on the couch and head to the bathroom. I’ve decided to have an at home spa day. I play instrumental Christmas music and light some scented candles. I take a long hot bubble bath and read for awhile. Then I shave, exfoliate, do some random hair removal, a face mask, and eventually brush my teeth. I don’t feel any better. I brush out my hair and throw on some stretchy pants and an oversized shirt and head to the kitchen to make some food.
                Snowball is sitting on the counter washing her face when I walk in.
                “Did you need a spa day too?” I ask her as I lean down to kiss the top of her head.
I turn to the refrigerator and pull out the eggs. “So what kind of eggs do we want Snow? Hard boiled? Over Easy?”
                “I’ve always preferred scrambled.” says a voice from behind me.
                I don’t move. I almost drop the eggs as I fumble to put them on the counter. My breath comes in shallow gasps. I hear movement behind me and then there is a gentle hand on my shoulder. I still won’t turn. I can’t get my breathing under control and I feel dizzy.
                I’m gently turned around and he’s there. Like magic. My breath is still coming in gasps and I see him, blurry through the tears pooled in my eyes. He takes both of my hands in his and smiles at me.
                “Charlie.” I whisper.
                He pulls my into a hug and six months worth of disappointment flood out of me as I wrap my arms around him and sob. I swear it’s 5 minutes that I stand there crying. He just rubs my back and murmurs “I know.” and “I’m sorry.” into my hair.   As my sobs decrease he leads me to the couch and we sit. He pulls me to him so that I’m pressing against his side.
                “I’m so sorry Gina. I’ve been trying for months and I don’t even know what the problem is that it didn’t work out. Dad and Percy were still working on it. This was the first Portkey that got set up, it was such short notice that I had no way of getting in touch with you. Hermione brought up calling you and that I would need your number, which I didn’t have. I thought about you every day. I didn’t know if you had given up on me. I was a bit scared of coming today in case you were angry at me.”
                “I’m not angry, you’ve explained everything to me in your letters. I was just disappointed.” I’m tracing circles on his hand with my finger. “I figured that you would eventually lose interest in writing. It’s kind of what I expected the whole time, even you had been able to visit.”
                “Well I hope you aren’t disappointed that I’ve not lost interest. If anything I’ve felt almost desperate to see you. But I understand how you felt since I was worried you would have been spending Christmas with some lucky bloke.”
                “Nope, just me and Snow.”
                “Speaking of Snow, I kind of pictured your cat as a fluffy white cat. Not a sleek black one.”
                “I thought it was fun to name her something different. She surprises a lot of people like that.”
                We sit for awhile and look at the Christmas tree. “So you aren’t angry that I showed up the way I did?”
                “No.” I whisper taking his hand.
                “I’ve actually been here for while but you were in the shower. I’ll admit I looked around at your stuff out here. Your pictures and things like that.”
                “Well then you’ve had the grand tour. Nothing left but the bathroom and bedroom.”
                “Why did you wear the bracelet today?” he asks fingering the charms.
                “What do you mean? I wear it every day. I only take it off when I go to sleep or take a shower. It’s just about the first thing I put on.”
                “Really?” he sounds shocked.
                “Yes. I told you, I love it.”
                My stomach chooses this time to let out a low rumble.
                “I did interrupt your meal didn’t I?” he says with a laugh. “Come on then, let’s go make something.”
                We make scrambled eggs and I found some bacon in the freezer. We set plates at the table and sit down with our food and some hot chocolate. Snow got her own little bowl of eggs and bacon. We caught up on everything that’s been going on since we had last seen each other. Even though we wrote to each other often there was still so much to talk about. He helped me do the dishes and made comments about how much easier it was with magic, which I wouldn’t let him do.
                We sit back on the couch facing each other so we can talk.
                “I guess we should talk about my visit. I still don’t expect you to put me up, especially with me showing up unannounced. But I was hoping you’d be ok if I stayed for a few days and the invitation to come to my parent’s house for Christmas is still there.”
                “First of all, you are more than welcome to stay here if you want. Second, I’ve not thought about going to your parents at all. Especially since nothing has worked out like we thought it would.”
                “Well, maybe you can think about it. That reminds me.” He gets up and walks to the corner where he seems to have put a bag that I hadn’t noticed earlier. “Mum sent you some stuff. She’s always worried that people aren’t eating.” He puts some packages of Mrs. Weasley’s baking on the counter.”
                “Aww, that’s sweet.”
                “Ok, I’ve been here for about two hours now.” He says as he comes back to the couch and sits close to me. “I’ve waited quite long enough.”
                Before I could ask what he was talking about he leaned in and kissed me. A kiss as gentle as our first. The hummingbirds are back and seem to have taken up residence in my chest and my stomach. “God I’ve missed you.” he whispers as he rests his forehead against mine.
                “I’ve missed you too.” I put my arms around his neck and pull him into another kiss. He reclines on the couch and pulls me onto him.
                The next hour is filled with kissing and caressing, neither of us wanting to rush anything, just enjoying the feel of each other.
                “So will you still show you me your world?”He asks.
                “I’m not sure what you would want to see, but we can go out and see what’s there.”
                “Anything you would normally do, I’d like to experience it. Remember America and the world of muggles are both new to me.”
                “Ok, tomorrow. For tonight I just want to be with you. “
                “Nothing would make me happier.”
                He leans in and kisses me again, traces my lips with his tongue and I smile against his lips. He takes that moment to slide his tongue between my lips. I let out a soft moan and pull him closer. He runs one hand through my hair and the other down my side and around to the small of my back. He knots my hair in his hand and gently pulls my head back as he starts kissing my neck. He lightly licks just above my collarbone drawing goose bumps along my entire body. I’m gripping this t-shirt at his sides. He works back up my neck. His other hand starts to bunch my shirt up around my waist and he runs his callused fingers over my stomach causing my stomach muscles to twitch.
                He kisses to my ear and whispers ‘Is this ok?”
                “Yes.” I whisper back as I pull him even closer.
                He lays his palm on my side and runs his hand up my side to my breast. My breath catches and I can fell the moisture he creates. He runs his hand up and down my side multiple times lightly dancing his fingers over my rib cage. He runs his hand up my side one more time and stops as he cups my breast and then runs his palm over my nipple, causing the skin to gather and harden in response to his touch. I let out a sigh and he starts pushing my shirt up my body. I stretch my arms over my head and he takes my shirt off of me. My arms are still above my head and he sits back to look at me. He places his hands on my hips and runs his hands over my stomach, my breasts, and up my arms so that he is stretched out on top of me and his fingers are entwined with his. He’s kissing me deeply and I fall into his kiss, loving the feel of his weight on me.
                It’s growing dark outside and the only lights on in my apartment are from the Christmas tree. Small, blinking, colored lights. He leans back from me and pulls his own shirt off and I gasp again at how gorgeous he is. The lights blinking to illuminate his body is flashes of red, yellow, blue and green. He leans down toward me again and I run my hand over the hard muscles of his stomach and up to his chest. My hands trembling as I feel the bumps and contours of his body.
                He takes my hands and pulls me so that I’m sitting up. He kneels in front of me while I sit on the couch. He wraps his hands on my waist and kisses down my neck one more time while he runs his hands up to my breasts again and cups them while he draws one of my nipples into his mouth and gently sucks, then running his tongue in circles. I moan and run my fingers into his hair. He moves his mouth to take care of my other nipple, sucking and licking. I’m lost in the liquid feelings running through my body and am caught off guard when he pulls me to the floor and lays me down.
                He’s kneeling over me, looking down at me with the reflection of the lights in his eyes.
                “You’re incredible.” he says hoarsely.
                I blush but he can’t see it through the dark and ever changing hues from the lights.
                He slowly removes my pants and panties and I’m laying naked in front of him. I shiver from the cold. He removes his own pants and covers me with is body, sharing his heat with me. He nudges my legs apart with his and he kneels between my knees. He leans over and fumbles with his jeans for a minute before coming to my ear and whispering. “This is going to sound really forward and presumptuous, but I brought something with me.”
                I laugh at his use of my words from our first time. He looks nervous and then says, “This is going to sound odd, but would you put it on me? I love how it feels when you do it.”
                I gently stroke his shaft, feeling the smooth skin and grinning when it jumps in my hand from my touch. The head is already slick and I rub my thumb over the head and Charlie closes his eyes and moans. I roll the condom down his length to the base and he leans over me one more time. He braces himself over me with one hand and guides himself gently into me. I let out a gasp as he slowly buries himself in me, holding my hip to anchor me. He slowly pulls back out until just the head is still in me and then he slowly fills me again. It’s excruciatingly slow. His eyes never leave mine. I bite my lip and try to keep from closing my eyes in response to the feelings running through my body. He increase his speed just the slightest bit and I can hear the change in his breathing. He’s close to coming and now he’s fighting to keep his eyes open and on mine. His body gives a shudder and he buries himself in me as deeply as he can, I let out a gasp and I can feel his body empty. He makes a sound that could be mistaken as a sob and then lowers his body onto mine. I wrap my arms around him and kiss his neck.
                After a few minutes he rolls off of me.
                “I’m sorry.” he mumbles against my shoulder.
                “For what?” I look at him in confusion.
                “This.” He gestures to us. “I didn’t want to see you for just this and the first thing I do is this.”
                “Technically the first thing you did was scare the hell out of me. Then you held me while I cried. Then we talked, Then we made food, age and cleaned…’
                “Ok” he says with a laugh.”Maybe it wasn’t the first thing I did, but I shouldn’t have started it.”
                “I’m pretty sure I had a say in this. You asked, I said yes.”
                He looks at me, searching my eyes to make sure I’m telling the truth. I take his face in my hands, “Please do not apologize. I’m serious.” He nods and kisses me.
                “However, I’m getting hungry again so I think we need to eat. But I’m going to take a quick shower first.”
                I get to the bathroom and blast the hot water. I look at myself in the mirror and I’m still in shock. I can’t believe that he’s here. That we just had sex on my living room floor! I jump in the shower and run soap over my body, cleaning myself quickly. I get out and towel off and grab my robe. Charlie is sitting on the couch with Snow on his lap. He’s having a conversation with her and it makes me smile. I talk to her all the time but it’s cute to see him do it.
                “I have to say Snow, I was nervous as could be coming here tonight. I’ve been trying to 6 months and it’s been hell. I thought about her every day. I was terrified she found someone else, but it would have made sense. She’s incredible and she probably has guys lining up to take her out. There is no reason for her to wait around for me.”
                I walk up behind him. “There is no line and at this point I’m willing to wait to see what happens.”
                He jumped when I started talking. “Let me order a pizza and then we’ll talk, ok?”
                I ordered a large cheese pizza and a two litter, 30 minute wait.
                I sit curled in the corner of the couch with my feet under me. Charlie still has Snow on his lap and is scratching her between her ears. Her eyes are half closed and she’s purring loudly.
                He doesn’t look up at me but keeps looking at Snow. “I can’t ask you to wait around for me. If we were to be together one of us would have to make a complete life change. I don’t think either of us thought this through.”
                “Things did move kind of fast” I agree.
                He finally looks at me. “What are we going to do? I don’t know about you but I want to see you. I think about you all the time. I can’t explain why I feel the way I do in such a short period of time, but I do. I don’t want this to be a ‘what if.’”
                “Is the Portkey thing worked out?”
                He nods at me.
“Well, maybe we try our plan again. Keep writing and if the Portkeys are set up we see each other.”
                “You’d do that?” He asks but seems surprised.
                “Why not? I figure there is more to lose by not trying.”
                “You seriously see it that way?”
                “Um hm.”
                “Ok. If you’re sure.”
                “I’m sure.
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                When the pizza came we ate and I forced him to watch one of my favorite movies. I hadn’t realized that wizards didn’t have movies. That got us talking about things that muggles have that wizards don’t. We made a plan for the days that he would be with me. Probably things we would have done if he had been able to visit like we thought.
                Over the next few days we went bowling, saw a movie in a theater, did a Christmas light walk, went ice skating. Magic came in handy with that one as I broke a finger and he healed it. I spent hours looking at and flexing my finger, completely in awe.
                “Why do you have scars?” I asked him when we were back at my place after checking out my finger for the thousandth time.
                “What?”
                “If you can fix broken bones how come you have scars? Could you heal them? What about Bill’s face and George’s ear?”
                “Well…” he paused like he was trying to decide the best way to answer. “Bill was scratched by a wear wolf, there is no cure for that. George’s ear was shot off by dark magic and it can’t be fixed either. I tried to fix my burns at the beginning, but it didn’t fix it completely. Then I was kind of proud of my scars. They made me feel. I don’t know, tough. Then I started getting rejected by girls and thought about it again and then decided that if I girl liked me for me she would accept my scars. It still hurt to be rejected, but I figured that it would all work out in the end. It seems to have worked.” he looked at me and smiled. I couldn’t help but smile back.
                “So, Christmas is in two days, have you thought about coming home with me?”
                “I’ve thought about it. Will Ginny and Fleur be rude again?”
                “Yeah, Harry told me about that. I had a row with Ginny about it. I can’t guarantee that they’ll be nice, But I Know Harry, Draco, and George would love to see you again. Mum has asked about you regularly.”
                “If I go, will you help me pick Christmas gifts for your parents? I have an idea for your dad.”
                “What would you get my dad?” he asked with a laugh.
                “A radio controlled airplane. He can fly it himself with a remote control.”
                “With that gift you may become his favorite. So you’ll come?”
                “Is Portkey travel as bad as Floo travel?”
                He looks away and bites his lip, he doesn’t want to answer and I groan. “How bad is it?”
                “It’s uncomfortable and the landing can be rough.”
                “Is there no comfortable way to travel as a wizard?” I whine.
                “Broom is the least uncomfortable, but it can still cause some pains since you’re sitting on a stick.”
                “Lovely.”
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