Where the Wild Things Are

Chapter 13

Molly was clapping to herself as they walked into the sitting room again. "Come here you two! We are having a spot of tea. Would you like something to eat, Charlie?" His mother asked him and he shook his head.

They shed their jackets and Hermione went and placed them away. When she returned they sat down in the loveseat and he tucked her close as she leaned against him. "Not quite, just want to settle in."

Molly cleared her throat, "are you staying the night, Hermione?"

Arthur blushed and pursed his lips, "Molly, don't you think they would like privacy?"

The matriarch waved her husband off, "Don't be silly, Arthur, they can share Charlie's room. It would be nice to have them for Christmas morning."

Hermione's cheeks tinted lightly and she gazed over at Charlie, "Are we staying here tonight?"

He raised an eyebrow at her, "I believe the choice is yours. I don't really care, as long as you are with me."

Harry cleared his throat, "considering that Hermione moved out of her flat... our house isn't nearly as private as the top floor..." he trailed off; Harry did not want to chance it, he heard parts of the stories Ginny and her talked about.

Charlie tilted his head, "why did you move out of your flat?" he questioned and she smiled.

"I have plans at the turn of the year, I won't have much use for it any longer." she said with a smile and he kissed her.

"Good it is settled, you can stay here," Molly voiced with a nod and Ginny bit down a giggle.

"At least we know they won't be making children... or will they?" George teased and got up. "I don't mind, Charlie, just make sure it's a boy." he finished and walked off toward the kitchen.

Hermione huffed and rolled her eyes, "not this again!"

The Dracologist rubbed her shoulder and chuckled, "I promise, bok jente, no children until you want them."

She smirked at him and sighed, "you are such an odd man, Drakon."

"Charlie, what are those... is that a tattoo?" Ginny asked with a wicked grin and Charlie groaned.

Hermione gasped and frowned at him, "you have tattoos? Where?"

The Dragon Keeper grumbled and pulled off of his t-shirt. "There, see?"

Hermione gasped and smiled at the two dragons on his chest that had their tails twisted together. It was a Chinese Fireball and an Antipodean Opaleye. They were tilted in such a way that their bodies were climbing toward his shoulders, but their heads were gazing at each other with curved necks. She ran her fingers over them and they glimmered at her touch.

"Beautiful!" Hermione exclaimed and Molly huffed.

"Charles, you marred your beautiful skin!" She shouted and Charlie grinned.

"It is a rite of passage out there, mum. I have one on my shoulders too," he muttered and Hermione glanced behind him as he sat forward.

Across his shoulders, he had the words 'Dragostea este curaj' and elaborate draconic framing. "Romanian?" Hermione asked and he nodded.

"I, however, cannot tell you what it says, you will have to find out." He murmured and placed his shirt on.

"Charles, I wish you wouldn't have marked up your skin," Molly sighed heavily and he smiled and held onto Hermione.

"I think it is great," Angelina murmured and George nodded.

Hermione leaned forward and poured herself some tea, "Tea, Drakon?" She asked and he grinned and ran a hand over her back.