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"Honey, I'm home!"
Tilly rolled her eyes, leaning backwards of the arm of the sofa to look at Charlie – Chuck – as he came in through the door. "Your sleeve is smoking."
Charlie looked down at the sleeve, not surprised as he patted out the smoke. "Why yes, yes it is. . . . What did you do all day?"
"Read one of your dragon books," Tilly said, holding it up. She grinned. "Gotta learn about what my boyfriend is doing."
Smiling, Charlie walked over, lifting up her legs so that he could sit down, placing her legs across his. "That's still weird, you know, to hear it actually spoken aloud. You're my girlfriend. Never thought we'd get there."
Tilly laughed. "So what are we going to do tonight?"
Last night, they had spent all their time at the tavern, Tilly getting to know all of Charlie's friends. They teased him relentlessly but it was obvious that they were just one big happy family.
Charlie grinned at Tilly. "I actually didn't plan anything out. I just wanted you all to myself for once."
"That's fine by me," Tilly told him, blushing. "So do you want to just spend tonight in?"
He smirked, running his fingers up to her knee and sending a shiver up her spine. "Tempting . . . but I think I want to take you out tonight. Just you, me, and some candlelight."
"Sounds romantic. I didn't know you knew how to do that."
Charlie gave her a soft smack on her thigh. "Quiet. Of course I know how to do romantic. Where do you think Fred and George learned it?"
"Just skipped over poor Percy there, didn't you."
"He never had the time or patience to learn my skills. So what do you say? Dinner?"
"Of course," Tilly assured him. "Dinner would be great."
"Go upstairs and get dressed then! I'm going to take you on our first date!" Tilly giggled as he leaned over, kissing her before hopping off the couch. "Wear something pretty."
An hour later, Tilly walked down the stairs in the little black dress her grandmother had made her bring with her. She hadn't wanted to, insisted that she didn't need it but Marguerite was far more persistent than Tilly could ever be.
But, though she hated to admit it, her grandmother had been right and she was glad she had brought the curvy black dress and the dark purple heels she hardly ever wore. She hoped this is what Charlie had meant when he said pretty.
The redhead stood at the bottom of the stairs waiting for her. He looked great, she thought, in the black slacks and button down, dark blue shirt. He was leaning against the banister, whistling to himself and tapping his fingers. She smiled at how wonderfully nonchalant he looked standing there.
How on earth did she get so lucky?
Charlie looked up, breaking into a wide grin. "Well hello beautiful."
"Hello handsome." She took his hand at the bottom of the stairs, letting him lead her the rest of the way down. "Are you ready?"
"Well, staring at you now, I kind of don't want to go anywhere," he told her, leaning forward.
She placed her fingertips against his lips. "No you don't, Romeo. You promised me a candlelight dinner with just the two of us and I got all pretty for you."
"Which is why I'm thinking about changing my mind. But, if I have to, I'm going to take you out to dinner."
"Thank you." Tilly smiled as Charlie held up her coat for her to slip into it. "This will be fun."
"This will also be our first date," Charlie responded.
The atmosphere suddenly went from comfortable to nervous. Tilly stared up at Charlie, a blush on her face and his ears red. Hesitantly, he wrapped his arms around her waist and she wrapped her arms around his neck. Smiling at each other, Charlie Apparated.
"Well . . . this isn't awkward at all." Tilly smiled up at Charlie who blushed.
"Yay, I know . . . not exactly the best first date," he agreed.
They had just finished their appetizer in the three course meal. So far, the date had been quiet, certain parts filled with small talk about work and life back in England. It was . . . weird, but –
Tilly laughed. "Actually it's normal for a first date. The nervousness and tension. I think we made to big a deal out of this Charlie."
"What do you mean?" he asked.
She reached across the table, placing her hands on top of his. "Charlie we've known each other since we were eleven years old and spent tons of time alone together. I think, naming this our first date made it just a little bit too real. You're my best friend, love and I don't think that should change just because we've changed the title a bit."
Charlie smiled back at her, nodding. "You're right. . . . Well, in that case, you'll excuse me if I act the pig that you've known and loved since Hogwarts. Waiter!"
Moments later, the tension released, the awkwardness passed and the food eaten, Tilly put the fork down on her plate. She leaned back in her chair, resting her hands on her stomach and smiling at Charlie. "I can't eat another bite."
Charlie chuckled, leaning across the table with his fork pointed at her plate. "Lightweight. More for me."
She slapped her hand away. "Not at all sir! I'm taking this home!"
Across the table, Charlie stuck his tongue. "Are you ready to go home?"
"I think I'm going to explode so yeah, let's get out of here."
Laughing, Charlie helped her out of her seat and the restaurant. It was a Muggle area so he had to find an alley to Apparate out of. The ended up in front of the small cottage, Tilly shaking her head. "You'll never get it right, will you."
"Quiet," Charlie told her, leaning down to swoop her up into his arms. "I'm still the faster flyer even if you're the better Apparater."
"Indeed I am." Tilly kicked her legs slightly as Charlie kicked the door open. "So now what's the plan, fire man?"
"Well . . ." Charlie started setting her down on the couch. "I was planning on ravishing you but now that you've gone and ruined the surprise. . . ."
"Oh come here." Smiling, Tilly pulled him towards her, his lips pressing against hers. She laid back on the couch and he followed her, holding himself above her with one hand while wrapping his arm around her waist.
Merlin she loved this man.
The kiss was becoming more passionate by the second. Charlie's tongue flashed against her bottom lip, causing her to gasp. Charlie lifted himself up, his breath warm against her mouth as he took shuttering breath. "Sorry . . . we could – we could stop."
"No, no, that's fine," she murmured. "I'm okay."
"Okay," he replied and he pressed his lips back against hers.
A/N: I sooo owed you guys an update so here you go! Just a little fluff for you lol. Next chapter we get to some more nitty gritty. Thanks!