Where the Wild Things Are

Chapter 11

The Weasley's all sat down next to their partners and dinner was served. Charlie kept running his left hand over Hermione's right one as he reached for his glass. She smiled at him and they were not as talkative as the rest of their dinner companions. It wasn't until Molly cleared her throat that Charlie snapped his vision fully to his mother.

"Charles, did you hear me?" She asked and he raised an eyebrow.

"Hm?" He inquired and she frowned at her son.

"I asked you if you are going to let me trim your hair. It is absolutely horrendous looking," Molly said pointedly and Hermione stifled a giggle.

"Mum, it will fit right in with the Aussies," he told her politely and she grimaced.

"I never did like yours and William's crazy hair." His mother voiced and Arthur smiled.

"If it makes him look at home out there, he should keep it, Mollywobbles." The father declared and winked at Charlie.

George cleared his throat, "so are you going to have a going away party of your own, Charlie?"

Charlie's lips twitched as Hermione blushed, "my crew is going to have a nice dinner with me tomorrow," he murmured and George grinned.

Ginny turned to them, "do you think you both are going to get serious when you get back?" She asked and Charlie tilted his head as he gazed at Hermione.

"If she still wants to," he declared and Hermione smiled.

Molly glanced over at Arthur who grinned and shrugged, "maybe another wedding?" Molly whispered and Charlie blushed.

Hermione saw how uncomfortable her Dragon Keeper was to be in a domestic setting and she smiled. "Oh yes, and a fireproof house with a garden." She teased and he glared at her.

"I thought you didn't want those things?" He spoke pointedly and she smirked at him.

"I think by then it would be more appropriate. A little homely..." Hermione trailed off and Charlie snorted.

"Bok jente, don't tease me." He groaned and she giggled.

"Charlie, you cannot very well raise children in Romania..." Ron grumbled and Charlie turned to him.

"Well, if she wants them by then I will just have to make that a reality." He spat and Ron turned red with frustration.

George was smiling and nodded, "well, you could always do it beforehand. She could teach them to ride dragons too!" George laughed and Hermione turned scarlet.

"I was trying to convince her of that, but she is unwilling," Charlie mused and Molly turned red.

"Charles, don't you guilt her. She is just as much my daughter as you are my son and I will not allow that." Molly growled and Charlie chuckled and tucked Hermione under his arm.

"Never, mum. She has her own will, I promise," he responded and Hermione rolled her eyes.

"You never wanted any children that weren't scaly before," Hermione murmured and Charlie laughed.

"I never had you, Bok jente!"

Hermione smiled and patted his chest, "you are mental, Charlie."

"So, do you plan on making regular trips, Hermione?" Harry asked her and she shrugged her shoulders.

"Whenever I can. I just am... I will try to," Hermione was biting down the sadness that bubbled up every so often, "excuse me, I need to run to the restroom," Hermione murmured with a smile.