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Love, please respond. I don't know how many letters I've written you. I really want to talk to you and so does your Gran. Please write back or something.
I miss you.
Tilly folded up the letter and stuck it with the other ten Charlie had sent her. It had been a month since she had found out her the truth behind her lineage, a month since she had spoken to anybody. She was mad about being lied to, mad that everyone had known but her. . . .
But she did miss Charlie . . . she didn't believe that he actually missed her though. Who would want her, knowing who she was, that monster she was related to….
As for her grand-mere . . . it would be too soon before she talked to her again. She should have told her way before now. She was nearly twenty-three and just now finding out this horrible secret. It didn't make sense.
Meanwhile Ludo Bagman had disappeared from the face of the planet, probably avoiding some dept he was supposed to pay, meaning that they were in search of a new Head of Department of Magical Games and Sports, or, in other words, they were waiting for Tilly to accept her inevitable promotion and that was something she just wasn't in the mood for.
And so she sat in her apartment, wards changed, Floo disconnected, doors locked, all because she was feeling betrayed and alone and still couldn't help but wonder why on Earth You-Know-Who had wanted to kidnap her in the first place. . . .
Someone pounded on her door and she shook her head. She wasn't home.
"Tilly. Merlin, Tilly open the door."
Tilly sighed, pulling her house robe tighter around as she walked to the door. She leaned back against wall, shaking her head. "What are you doing here, Charlie?"
"Tilly, please . . . open the door. I just want to talk to you."
Tilly laid her head back against the wall. "Why?"
"Why? What the bloody hell kind of question is that? Why wouldn't I want to talk to you?"
"You-Know-Who is my grandfather, Charlie."
"Tilly this is ridiculous," Charlie replied, clearly annoyed. "I'm not having this conversation through the door."
When Tilly didn't respond and the door didn't open, he said, "Fine, if that's they way you want to do it, embarrass me in front of your neighbors . . . Tilly, you're my best friend, my girlfriend. Nothing, no one is every going to change the way I feel about you. I love you."
Silence. . . .
Tilly opened the door, staring up Charlie. His ears were red and he was intent on staring at the door frame. "What did you just say?"
"Want me to scream it to the entire building?" Charlie asked, still not meeting her eyes. "Fine. . . . MY NAME IS CHARLIE WEASLEY AND I AM IN LOVE WITH –"
Tilly grabbed his shirt and pulled him into her apartment, trying to fight the smile that was threatening to come to her face. "What in the world are you doing?"
"Trying to prove to you that I love you! I told you I'd shout it to the entire apartment building."
"I know you did but I didn't think you actually would!" Tilly stepped back from Charlie, crossing her arms. "Do you really mean it?"
"Of course I do, Tils." Charlie stepped forward, wrapping his arms around her waist and gazing down at her. "Do you need me to scream it again because I could. . . ."
"No, no, no!" Tilly laughed, shaking her head. She briefly looked away from him, feeling her face get hot. "I love you too."
Charlie pressed his forehead against hers, pulling her closer. "Merlin I missed you, Tilly."
"I missed you too, Charlie," Tilly replied.
"You're Grandmum misses you too. Come on, Tils," Charlie said when Tilly stepped out of his embrace. "You'll have to talk to her eventually."
"She lied to me, Charlie," Tilly responded, turning to face him. "For twenty-two years! That's not very easy to forgive."
"Okay, okay . . . I didn't come here to argue with you. I wanted to see you. And," he muttered, coming closer, eyeing her, "I'm really glad I did."
Tilly stared at him confused for a moment for she looked down, noting her flimsy robe, under which she only had a tank top and her knickers. She blushed, hugging her arms around her self as she tried to frown at him. "Don't you go getting any ideas, Charlie Weasley."
Charlie smirked, slipping his hands through her hair and cradling the back of her head. "No ideas at all."
Then he kissed her, Tilly laughing as they fell back onto her couch. "Okay, so maybe this isn't a bad idea."
"This," Charlie murmured, kissing her chin and then moving to her neck, "is the best idea."
A/N: Hey you guys! I just really wanted to update for you! It's been a while! Hope you guys liked this chapter I'll see you again next time!