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---To Babysit Charlie---
The End

Oh God. Oh God. Oh God.

It may be boring, but that has been my mantra for the last three days. I couldn't stop thinking about the breakfast that is soon to come. In fact, I didn't trust myself enough to stay in my own domain – one never knows what a delirious woman will do… I ended up staying at Tanner's and Lucy's before the big day and annoyed them to bits.

I called in to work to let Kain and Vicky know that I wouldn't show, and thankfully they understood. I was dressed in Lucy's pre-pregnancy best, a stupid off-white dress that reached just above my knee. Lucy said it would take Charlie's mind right off the incident, and Tanner laughed and called me 'over-eager'. Only after Lucy cuffed the back off his head did he apologize and say that Charlie would be crazy (or gay) if I didn't turn his head.

I nervously let out a breath as I smoothed my dress, (Lucy's dress), for the millionth time.

Oh God. Oh God. Oh God.

"No worries, Yesh. He'd be insane to ignore you." Lucy said as we sat on their couches in my old living room - it's still weird for me to be here.

"So you say…"

Tanner shook his head, "Come on. Just have some confidence. It's the Weasleys, you know the Weasleys. In fact you saw a good portion of them in the nappies." He offered a smile and I gave one back.

I covered my face with a hand and sighed, "I've got to be there in seventeen minutes. Oh God…"

…Oh God. Oh God.

That's it. I'm not doing it. I'm not playing this sick, sadistic game. I can't handle it. I'll die! I have cows bucking wildly around in my stomach that feel it's their civic duty to pound roughly on my spleen – wherever the hell that is.

"Nothing bad is going to happen. Relax. He'll forgive and forget. It's Charlie, for Merlin's sake! Take a few deep breaths: in and out, in and out." Lucy chided, doing examples of her Lamaze breathing as she motioned to get up. "Tell you what, walking over to the Borrow will do you good." She patted her husband's leg, "Tanner will take you."

"Nope. I'm good." I stood and brushed myself off, flattened my hair, and checked for wrinkles. "I'm a big girl and sometimes I have to learn to do things on my own." I flashed them a nervous grin and felt my insides do a triple back flip.

Oh God. Oh God. Oh God.

"You sure? Yesh, it's no trouble… a strapping, young lad like myself can take the abuse," Tanner reassured me as he made eye contact, hazel orbs to hazel orbs, and I knew that the walk would be one of those 'father daughter' chats that he loves to give. It creeps me out to think that he may be only doing this for practice these days. Even though I was close to tears of anxiety, I muffled my own laughter and nodded.

"You're going to win him over," Lucy said with an enthusiastic miniature air punch and I knew what she wanted to hear.

"Bloody Well Right." I smiled weakly.

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Gulping, I stepped out of the back door and made my way toward The Burrow. I tried to rein my emotions as I looked up and found the blue sky had a few fluffy, white blemishes.

…Decapitated Bunny Day…

Oh God. Oh God. Oh God.

I won't cry. I'm being incredibly stupid. Just do what Lucy said: deep breaths. Nice, long, deep breaths. It's nothing really, I'm overreacting. I'm going to an old family friend's house. No problem, it's not like I wish desperately that I could turn back time and have another chance with their son… not at all. Merlin, my throat is getting awfully tight again.

It's okay. I'm fine. BREEEEEATHE, Yeshia. Breathe. Not that far now, only a few more minutes and I'll be able to see the details in the homey abode. I can already smell the garden gnomes and that's a sure sign that I'm more than close. My chest is trapped in an iron vice and I'm beginning to hyperventilate. Nope. This was not a good idea. I'm getting light headed from the lack of oxygen getting to my brain. Why am I here again? To suffer more humiliation?

I'm a right fool.

Oh God. Oh God. Oh God.

This isn't a big deal. It means nothing that I'm standing at the door preparing to either knock or run for my life in the opposite direction. Ok, ok. On the count of three I will knock on the door and wait until Molly answers.

One.

Two.

"Yeshia Olga Colgan! Don't just stand out here all day, come inside." Molly swung open the door as I raised my hand to rap, only to reveal a swarm of redheads all making their way to the table. My chance to escape was flying out the window like rabid bird on speed.

…Three. "Right. Of course," I laughed nervously before stepping inside.

"The wards went off when you were about fifty yards off and I assumed it wouldn't take much longer for you to get here," she explained as we made our way to the table where the rest of the Weasley family was sitting – save for Bill and Arthur, whom I'm guessing were away for their honeymoon and work, respectively. Although there were two others who filled their spots; they were the kids who were hanging about with Ginny and Ron at the wedding. A boy and a girl, to be precise.

"Wards?" I asked, blinking in confusion.

"Well, you know, with the war on the rise and Harry-" I'm presuming this was the boy at the table. I know, I'm clever. "-staying here for a couple of days until we can get him back to his aunt and uncle's."

"War?"

Nine faces turned to look at me full on; as though it were some sort of sin not to know whatever the hell this wizard-y war was about. Molly's eyebrows rose as she stared at me. "You mean you don't know?" She sounded breathless and awed.

"No. I have no idea." I started using my arms to explain the fact that my mind was drawing a blank. "I gave up magic when I moved to Bulgaria. I live as a muggle now."

They all looked at one another and then back at me. I strangely felt like an exhibit at the zoo. "Oh. Well, then. It's – er – a rather long story. I'll tell you about it later on, dear. Don't worry about it just yet." That was all Molly said before she muttered something about the bacon burning and went into the kitchen. I figured I wouldn't be much help to this war of the magically enhanced so I just skipped it out of my mind until Molly was able to tell me what was going on.

Damn. I was hoping she could distract me a little longer from Charlie but now, with her gone, I'm going to have to talk to someone else – unless I become a mime. Another nervous laugh bubbled up through me; "So, how is everyone?"

The girl with more hair body then I ever knew was possible perked up. "You really lived in Bulgaria? Do you know a Victor Krum? He plays Quidditch, you know."

"Er. No, no I don't." I said, shifting awkwardly from foot to foot, "But, wow. Quidditch… there is something I would love to play again. I used to be a Beater for Gryffindor," I explained as George motioned toward one of the only seats left, and just because someone up there hates me, sitting on the other side was Charlie in all his foxy glory. (Note to self: never even think of the word 'foxy' again.)

"Really, Mishy? We used to be Beaters for Gryffindor too!" Fred answered for both George and himself. "What a game, eh?"

"Yeah I know!" I said with a bit too much gusto and a wild grin. I've longed for so long to talk about Quidditch with someone that I'm almost completely blinded to that fact that Charlie is scuffing at me. Almost. "So Fred, how's Roberta doing?"

"Oh," Fred turned a lovely shade of red as the blush bled from his ears and onto his cheeks, "quite well, actually. I, erm, might be taking it to the next level… I'm going to tell her I'm a wizard, I think."

I nodded politely and was about inquire more but instead… "What?" I barked after the third 'Pffffft' from Charlie who was rudely interrupting a revoltingly lovesick Fred. I was getting a bit ticked by then, seeing as he's being about as mature as I usually am…

His blue eyes were harsh and critical as they trained on me. I was beginning to become unbelievably flustered under his scrutiny but thankfully he broke the silence that was practically ringing. "It's just, I'm not used to the table being this dirty."

Ouch.

I heard Ginny huff as Fred and George exchanged low whistles. My breath hitched and my throat was turning into hell. I'm going to cry. Crap. I can't possibly let him see, I can't let any of them see. I quickly stood from my chair and head straight for the stairs, feeling increasingly thick for my efforts to make this meal into something to redeem myself. Lucy's dress was feeling more ridiculous by the minute and all I wanted was my nice, cozy sweats.

As I climbed the first three steps I heard Ron's voice ask, "Where're you going?"

"Obviously I'm too smutty for your table - I'm going to go wash up." I felt my anger rise up and mingle with my misery.

"It's going to take a while to get the pizza stains out of your dress…" Charlie said, just loud enough for me to hear. My hand immediately shot to my mouth as hot tears slipped down my cheeks. Bastard!

"Not that it matters, but Stan happens to be a friend-"

"With benefits?" he finished, and with that I stomped up the rest of the steps and practically ran into the bathroom. What an arse! I can't believe him! What gives him the gall to say something like that? It's completely uncalled for. I hate him. I HATE him!

I locked the door and sat on the loo as I placed my head in my hands. I can't even fathom why I came. This was the most moronic idea I've ever had. I hate him and I hate Lucy for saying nothing bad was going to happen and I hate Tanner for encouraging me to go and I hate Kain for supporting my decision and I hate Victor just for being alive at that moment in time. I hate everyone.

Oh God. Oh God. Oh God.

I felt the sob I've been waiting for creep up on me and sink in all over my body, even as it protested with shudders. I detest the fact that no matter how hard I try to stay calm, it's always that much harder to stop crying. I don't even bother to acknowledge the knocking on the door. What's the use anyway, I'm useless. This time the person knocks harder and I couldn't care less. Break down the door; it's not my house!

But I suddenly wish I hadn't just thought that because the door clicked open to allow someone in. 'I take it back!' I mentally screamed as the person stepped into the light of the bathroom and revealed himself as Charlie, and he stashed his wand away. I hate unlocking charms. I hate wands. I hate magic. I hate it all.

"Go away." I swatted in his general direction and returned to looking at the floor between my hands. I wasn't in the mood to fight for anything anymore. I hope he's happy because he has broken me. He can now brag about the time he called some girl a slag in front of his family and then how she cried all day long. It would make a great story to tell at parties wherever Molly said he lived now. Romania or something, I don't know.

He sighed and walked toward me and I turned to make access harder. But he kept coming closer until he was crouching right in front of me. "That wasn't fair. I'm sorry, Yesh. Really sorry. I take it back."

"Charlie," I said, trying to sound unruffled by the matter, but my wavering voice gave me away. "You can't simply take back what you said. It doesn't work that way."

"But I'm sorry. I – I'm dumb. Is that what you want to hear?" He stammered as he attempted to make eye contact.

"You're getting closer but, please, don't stop on my account," I heaved, as I chanced a glance at him. He looked genuine and I also noticed that he was giving me his puppy eyes. I hate those bloody, blue, adorable puppy spheres.

"I'm insensitive, buggered, twisted, stupid, dense, brainless, dim-witting and utterly pathetic. Merlin, Yesh. I don't know what to say… I wasn't thinking." He was pleading and it truly did look pathetic as his hair fell into his eyes.

Abruptly things seemed funny. I don't even know why but I started to laugh right in his face. Sure my mascara was probably running and my hair was most likely a mess and Charlie called me a tart in front of the people I grew up with, but it was now funny. It just was. I can't explain it; it was just hilarious.

At first Charlie looked slightly offended that I was laughing at his apology but he soon cracked a slow, shy smile. "Don't even think about it. You are not allowed to be happy. You're so tactless. Sod off, you stupid, stupid dolt!"

He stopped smiling and bowed his head for a moment, and then he seemed to think better of it when his head snapped up and I swear I saw an irate flash on his features. "At least I don't go sleeping with the first person that I open my door to."

"What!" I gaped. Did he not just apologize? What the hell… man PMS or what? "You don't know anything!" I retorted as I jumped up, and he did the same. I was about to walk out but he grabbed my arm and pulled me back.

"I can't even take into account why you would do that! It's not cool, Yeshia."

"Thanks for the benefit announcement Charlie! SHIT OFF! What is the matter with you, eh? You think you can just run in here and stir up crap that has nothing to do with you? Is that it?" I took a step closer and jabbed him in the chest like I had done at the wedding and I hoped it hurt – even if it was just a jab.

"First off, I only came to your flat because of what Kain said to me." He grabbed my hand to stop the constant assault of prods.

"Kain knows nothing, Charlie. Did you ever think it might be wise to ask me? Oh, wait. That would be implying that you think!" I pushed him with my other hand, which made him hit the counter, and consequently bashed me into him as he pulled our hands toward himself.

He was fuming and I hate to admit it but he looks good when he's mad… really good. His furious expression didn't change as he swiftly bent down and kissed me hard.

OH GOD. OH GOD. OH GOD.

Best. Day. Ever.

My heart was going a million miles per second and I was still totally baffled. However, my body apparently has a natural reaction to a livid snog, because I was giving everything I had and I was on Auto Pilot. Although, at the same time, I was wholly aware of the excitement that rippled through me at our contact.

Once we broke apart, we were both breathing those deep breaths Lucy raves about and all I could say was, "Oh my God."

"Oh my God," he agreed as he gently brushed his lips against mine once more. Apparently, to calm a Weasley down, all one needs to do is play tonsil hockey with said Weasley.

"Oh my God!" a voice yelped from the doorway, and both Charlie and I broke apart instantly. It was the bushy-haired girl who had been sitting beside Ginny. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!" She ignited in crimson and rushed out of sight.

"I'm not," I said without thought. Did I say he was tactless? Well, I meant me. But he grinned at me and enveloped me in his arms. I found that his grin was contagious as I started to giggle uncontrollably.

"I see we turned back time…" Molly said and once again we let go and stood a little way away from each other. Her warm face held a mysterious knowing look that made me envy her wisdom.

Without a word Charlie took a step toward me and interlaced our fingers. I had a hard time restraining my delight and, as I noticed, so did he. Molly look absolutely tickled pink about something and left with a smile playing on her lips. But I didn't care what it was that made her in such a good mood. All I could think of was the fact that Charlie's thumb was making small circles on the back of my hand and each one sent a fresh shiver up my spine.

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AN: Thank you for reading! This was the last chapter… although; if you ask nicely I may do an epilogue. (And depending if my Beta is up for it.)

And with that, I'm starting a slow clap as we speak for my wonderful beta, Natasha. You have been more then great. You have sorted through my massacred English. Thank you Seriously, you rock my socks. I couldn't have done it without you.

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