New post time! Oh, and I had more of this first part, but it was sort of deemed too explicit, and I couldn't think of a way to make it "less explicit", so I just took it out when posting


After that ‘incident’, the two never mentioned it again. They hung out regularly, going to movies, which Charlie thought was fascinating. They would catch a bite to eat for lunch after her Quidditch practice and attend the regular Friday night Weasley dinner at the Burrow. He had become one of Christelle’s best friends. But they were only friends, though they both liked the other as more. Christelle had a boyfriend though. And it was this very boyfriend that started noticing that his girlfriend wasn’t around as often.

“Something smells good,” Christelle murmured as she hung up her cloak and stepped out of her boots. No one really understood her liking for cowboy boots, but she loved them.

“Yeah, and it’d be hot too if you weren’t late,” Bobby snapped from the kitchen table. Christelle tensed as she walked around the doorway and saw him sitting there, a shot of Firewhiskey in his hand and the almost empty bottle in front of him. She had seen that very bottle this morning in its proper place, never opened. All around him was a delicious feast of roast, potatoes, green beans, corn, salad, fruit, and more.



“Christelle?” Charlie asked as he squinted in the dark to make out her figure. She limped into a spot of moonlight and many of the Weasleys gasped at her bloodied, bruised, and swollen face. “Christelle!” Charlie exclaimed as he clambered out of his chair and started toward her. She backed up slightly, looking down.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I didn’t know where else to go… I can’t go to my flat and my parents are out,” she rambled. She paused as she met his worried eyes before letting them drop back to the ground. Ginny and Hermione were making their way towards her. “This was a mistake, I should go… Enjoy your dinner,” she whispered as she started to turn but Charlie caught her hand. She yanked it free reflexively.

“Don’t touch me, please,” she whispered as her tears started again. It was a miracle that she was even able to get away from Bobby.

“Christelle, what happened?” Ginny asked in an anxious tone as she reached for her friend. Christelle let Ginny pull her into a hug as she watched Charlie’s hurt expression.

“I didn’t know where else to come,” Christelle whispered as she cried into Ginny’s shoulder.

“Let’s get you inside and clean you up,” Hermione said calmly as the others nodded. The three girls started for the house as Charlie stood there watching after them.

“What happened, Chris?” Ginny asked softly as she dabbed at the blood around Christelle’s lip with a warm cloth.

“You were right,” Christelle answered.

“About what?” Ginny asked with curiosity.

“About Bobby,” Christelle cried. Hermione and Ginny both gasped, stealing glances at each other.

“Bobby did this to you?” Ginny asked mutinously. Christelle nodded, wincing at the movement. Hermione took out her wand and fixed Christelle’s wrist. “I’m going to kill him!”

“Please, don’t. I just want to drop it, Gin,” Christelle whispered.

“We are not dropping it! We should report him! Send him to Azkaban! Let me go get Harry,” she said as she made to move for the door.

“No! Don’t! Please, Ginny, please,” Christelle begged.

“Christelle, we can’t just let that git get away with this,” Ginny whispered.

“Knock, knock, can I come in?” Charlie asked softly, though there was an edge to his voice. He walked through without a reply as he and Christelle just stared at each other.

“We’ll leave you two alone,” Ginny murmured as she and Hermione returned to the garden.

Charlie hesitated in the doorway before walking closer to Christelle. “What happened?” he whispered as he tried to tuck a lose strand of hair behind her ear. She pulled away from his touch instantly.

“It was a…misunderstanding,” Christelle finally whispered.

“Was it Bobby?” Charlie hinted. Christelle let a few tears escape as she searched his blue eyes before nodding. Charlie gulped once before trying to cup her bruised cheeks in his hands. She tried to pull away but he wouldn’t allow it.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” he whispered. Christelle whimpered before burying her face in his chest. He held her gently as he stroked her hair, just like he did after the pub incident. Charlie picked her up, bridal style and carried her to his room at the top of the second set of stairs. He gently placed her on the bed and she curled up into his side.

“I won’t let him touch you anymore,” Charlie murmured into her hair. She nodded against his flannel shirt as she clutched his hand tightly in hers. He intertwined their fingers and squeezed them tightly.

“I’m sorry for pushing you away earlier,” Christelle whispered.

“It’s okay; I understand why you did it,” he whispered back. “Your dating history sucks,” he commented.

“You don’t know anything about my dating history, so just stop,” Christelle demanded. Charlie said nothing more so Christelle let it drop.

“I can’t go home… He has a key,” she whispered.

“What about your parents?” Charlie whispered back. Christelle lifted her head from his chest to look at him.

“They’re exactly like Bobby, except worse,” she whispered. Charlie just nodded as she dropped her head back to his shoulder.

“And that guy from the bar? Is he…the same?” Charlie asked hesitantly. Christelle nodded slowly as new tears brimmed her eyes.

“You can stay with me. I’ve been staying with Bill while I’m here… I can sleep on the couch and you can have the guest room,” Charlie suggested.

“Will they mind?” Christelle asked quietly. She felt Charlie shake his head and she nodded, wincing at how his shirt scraped across her face.

“Are you hungry? We can still go eat,” Charlie said after a little while.

“I don’t think I can face them all staring, but you can go ahead,” she whispered.

“I promise they won’t stare,” he said as he swished his wand around to send a Patronus message. Christelle nodded vaguely as they stood slowly from the bed. Charlie took in her attire and grabbed a jacket from his old closet. He held it out for her and she slipped her arms through. They made their way down to the garden where everyone made it their first priority to not look at Christelle.


What do you think? Happy Thanksgiving!!