Broken Smile

Broken Smile

Hermione sat on the rocking chair that Charlie had carried up to her room so she could nurse Titan. Molly had advised her on breast-feeding, and Hermione was grateful for her help; she seemed to be learning fast.

Hermione tapped his cheeks softly and turned him around, his little hands held onto her other breast while his mouth attached to her nipple again.
Hermione gazed down at her son. She couldn’t believe less than a day ago he was still in her stomach; she felt like he had been with her forever already.

Hermione rocked her son to sleep, then placed him in the cradle Charlie had made, varnished a light brown. She covered him with a white blanket and watched him sleep.

Someone knocked on the door softly. Hermione opened it and placed a finger on her lips to hush whoever it was. Charlie came in with something behind his back; she tried to reach around him but he wouldn’t let her get close enough.

“What have you got?” Hermione whispered.
“An old friend,” Charlie whispered back with a smile.

He took Hermione in one arm and showed her what was in his hand; she smiled when she saw Alife, Charlie’s toy dragon from when he was a child.
Hermione brushed her lips against his in thanks. Charlie guided her over to the bed where they sat against the headboard together.

“I’ll be gone for most of the day,” Charlie told her.
“Where are you going?” Hermione asked, watching him closely.
“Just have to take care of a few things,” he answered, not quite meeting her eyes.

Hermione turned so she could see his face. “Why are you being so secretive?” she asked, placing a kiss on his cheek. “Stop it, woman,” he said, amused. She smiled against his cheek. “I have ways of making you talk, Charlie Weasley.”

Charlie enjoyed her wonderful lips on his skin; Hermione kissed his lips softly and then pulled back. “I’m still not telling you,” he said in a sing-song voice.
Hermione hit him playfully; Charlie took hold of her hand and kissed it.
“I love you,” he said softly. Hermione became lost in his blue eyes; he didn’t have to tell her that he loved her because she could see it in his eyes.

“I would tell you that I love you…but I can’t love someone who keeps secrets, I mean it just wouldn’t be right,” she said with a smirk on her face. Charlie smiled and shook his head. “Nice try, but no—you’ll have to get used to not having your own way,” he said, trying to sound stern like his mother.

“I love when you get all manly—you know? Putting your foot down with me—you know what us women are like” Hermione said, as she knelt between Charlie’s out-stretched legs. “Are you making fun of me?” Charlie asked.

Hermione brushed her lips against his and looked innocently at him.
“Me?…of course not,” she said, kissing him again.
“Just checking, now kiss me again, woman,” Charlie mockingly demanded.

“Your wish is my command…”


* * * * * *

On October second Charlie, Hermione, and Titan walked through the small town of Rushton. Hermione fixed the blanket around Titan to keep any chills out.

“Don’t judge on the way it looks at the moment—I mean the house needs some work…so just…”

“Charlie, stop worrying—I’m sure I’ll like the house,” Hermione reassured him.

Charlie put his arm around them both. “I’m sorry; I just…” He kissed the top of her head. “I just want everything to be perfect…”
Hermione leaned into him as they walked through the town. “It doesn’t matter what the house looks like; it’s the people who live there,” she told him.

They walked for a while until they reached a small lake; Hermione stopped in her tracks. Charlie looked at her questionably. “What’s wrong?” he asked. Hermione smiled down at Titan and then up at Charlie. “It’s perfect,” she whispered. There in front of her was the lake from her dream, the night she had Titan. As they walked a little further she could see the house; there were no chickens or a swing but Hermione knew this was the house from her dream.

Charlie opened the blue front door and walked into the hallway, and Hermione took in the sight of the house. The were two archways, one leading to the kitchen and the other leading to the living room, and in front of them was the stairs.

Charlie led Hermione and Titan through to the kitchen first. It wasn’t a very big room; just a few cupboards and a sink.

“Once we get a table…cooker…” Charlie babbled; Hermione seemed to ignore him and walked further into the kitchen.

“It’s lovely,” she said, walking back into the hallway and across to the living room. The living room had an old-fashioned fireplace; Hermione recognized the old sofa from the Weasley attic. Charlie placed his arm around her, resting his chin on the top of her head.

“You know, I’ve been coming here for weeks; cleaning and painting, but the place still seemed empty…now seeing the two of you just standing in here makes the house become a home,” Charlie said, holding her.

Hermione looked up at him. “Come on, let’s see the rest,” she said, taking hold of his hand, while holding Titan close to her chest.

The upstairs consisted of a bathroom, one small bedroom and one large bedroom. Hermione looked at the bedroom she would be sharing with Charlie—their room. She felt nervous; they had slept in the same bed for months and they had done stuff, but making love was a very scary act for Hermione.

Two months had passed and the newest family had moved into number six Woodlane, Rustion. The small Muggle town welcomed them.

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Hermione placed Titan in his cradle and covered him up. She watched her sleeping son; his pale soft skin felt so smooth beneath her hand. Hermione kissed him gently and left the door ajar.

Hermione was happy her body was coming back to normal, she enjoyed being able to cuddle closer to Charlie.

“You okay?” Charlie asked as Hermione walked into their room.
“Yeah, just tired,” she answered, climbing onto the bed.
“Come here,” Charlie beckoned her. She crawled to him and laid her head against his chest. He ran his hand up and down her arm.

“Come on, out with it,” Charlie said after a moment. Hermione bent her head so she could look up at him. “I’m fine…it’s just…everything is great…
Perfect…” Hermione broke off and looked down at her hands.

Charlie laughed and kissed the top of her head. “What’s wrong with things being perfect?” he asked.

Hermione sighed and began to trace her finger in circular motions on his chest. “I don’t know…I just keep thinking…that something bad is going to happen,” Hermione said wiping away a few tears.

“Sshh, don’t cry—I’m here…Sshh,” Charlie soothed, holding her. He pulled back from her and looked into her eyes. “Listen to me. Do you know what my fears are?” Charlie asked. Hermione shook her head no in answer.

“My biggest fear, is that one day you’ll tell me that you don’t love me anymore, or worse: you’ll tell me you never did.” Hermione could see the fear in his eyes as he spoke.

Hermione began to shake her head. “Charlie, I do love you—you and Titan are everything to me…” she said, wishing she could show him.

His hands ran through her wavy hair, his lips took possession of hers.
Hermione broke their kiss, seeking some air. She ran her hands over his face; it was as if she could read his thoughts just by touching him.

“Charlie…I want to show you how much I love you,” Hermione said, holding her arms above her head. She hadn’t been sure when she would be ready to be intimate with someone again. But the love in Charlie’s eyes took all fear away; all that was left was love. With every caress and every kiss Charlie showed Hermione how much he truly loved her.

Hermione pushed Charlie back onto the bed; she kissed her way down his neck, her hand smoothed over his chest. One of her hands reached Charlie’s hardness; her heart was beating so fast as she massaged him. Charlie moaned while her magic hand took control.

Charlie had to control himself; he had waited so long. Taking hold of Hermione’s hand and guiding her back up his body, he lay her down and brushed his lips against hers. Charlie was about to ask Hermione something, but she seemed know because she interrupted him.

“Charlie, I’m sure…very sure,” Hermione said softly, guiding his hand in between her thighs. His thick finger slid into her hot wetness, and she gasped as his finger moved with in her. Soon Charlie’s head disappeared between her thighs; she gasped and moaned as his mouth worked wonders.

Charlie kissed his way back up to Hermione’s lips; she tasted herself off his lips and thought it was very exotic. Charlie positioned himself above her, their lips connected as he entered her.

Charlie moved slowly to begin with, to give her time to adjust; it had been so long since either of them had felt this sort of heat…passion.

* * * * * *
They had been living in Rustion for seven months; the other Weasleys had came for dinner many times and Ginny had stayed over. Draco came over every Saturday with presents for Hermione and Titan. Charlie hated when he came but he kept his mouth shut.

Hermione had started looking after two little girls down the road; their father was always away on business and their mother wass a teacher at Rustion Primary School.

Millie was almost three and Elle was eight, and they both had dirty blonde hair; Millie had green eyes while her sister had brown ones. Hermione enjoyed looking after them, since she needing to do something. She had always been an independent woman, who felt the need to bring money into the house.

Charlie tried to convince Hermione to rest and let him take care of her and Titan, but she explained that she needed her independence. Elle wass at school most of the day so Hermione only had her in the evenings when her mum had a staff meeting. Millie, on the other hand, stayed with Hermione the whole day, but she likes to play Titan and at nine months old he gets up to a lot of mischief.

Every day he looks more like Draco, Hermione thought, though she tried not to mention that in front of Charlie. Draco had stayed over last Saturday; he slept on the sofa and Hermione invited him to come to the Weasleys for Sunday dinner, and invitation he declined because of the way Charlie looked at him.

Soon it was summer again, so Hermione brought Millie and Titan out to the garden to play while she put the washing out. Next week Elle would be breaking off school for the summer.

After Hermione picked Elle up from school later that day, she stopped at the bakery and then made her way home. Titan and Millie had gone down for a nap, leaving Hermione and Elle in the kitchen making dinner. Elle was helping Hermione by setting the table and washing the vegetables.

“I like bacon,” Elle said, watching Hermione turn the bacon and place it back under the grill.

Hermione smiled. “I like bacon, too, but I really love the smell—it reminds me of when I was younger,” she said, now facing the little girl.

Hermione heard the front door open and close. “Mmm, that’s a great smell,” Charlie said as he walked into the kitchen.

“Well, at lest something smells good,” Hermione said pulling back from him. Charlie always smelled odd when he came home from work; working with all those different kinds of creatures left him with an odor.

“I need to have a shower, how long before dinner?” Charlie asked on his way out of the kitchen.

“About twenty minutes,” Hermione called after him.

“Why aren’t you and Charlie married?” Elle asked after a moment.
Hermione was a little shocked at Elle’s question; she gave a nervous laugh.
“Well…we’re taking things slow…sometimes marriage comes later,” Hermione told her.

“How many times have you turned him down?” the girl queried. Though she was flustered, Hermione was used to these many questions, for from the first day she met her, she had realized that Elle was far beyond her years; as much as Hermione hated to admit it, Elle reminded her of herself.

“He hasn’t proposed—not yet,” Hermione responded, getting up to check on the dinner. Elle followed her. “If he proposed, would you say yes?” the little girl asked.

Hermione smiled at the thought. “Yes…if he asked me, I would say yes.”

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erin kite-Glad you liked the last chapter. Charlie is a sweet heart. Thanks.

Erin- I really didn’t want to kill Harry and Ron, but the story is called Broken Smile. Thanks.

Laceyweasley-Hermione has started to heal. Thanks.

DrkMnComikker-Glad you’re enjoying the story. Not over just yet.