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A very Walsh Christmas Part 2/3

Recommended to read A very Walsh Christmas before.

Pairing Charlie Weasley x ofc (mc)

A/N Dedicated to @toads-in-my-pockets that encouraged me to write a little scene💜

I found myself admiring the book Kate's grandfather gifted me. It was a new edition, certainly with a better quality than the one I own. It had also some drawings scattered through the pages.

Kate's parents left after exchanging presents and her uncles decided to call it a night and went to the guest room to sleep.

Her grandfather excused himself to the studio to write some letters to his friends of the Magic Chess Club, leaving me alone with Kate in the living room. She was sitting by my side on the couch, playing absentmindedly with the hairs on the back of my head, while sipping from a small bottle of ginger ale. I could have stayed like this forever.

"Look," I said pointing at a sketch that introduced Chapter Three of the book. "It's easy to confuse the eggs of a Hungarian Horntail and the one of an Antipodean Opaleye if you don't have practice." She leaned in to inspect the picture and the scent of her hair reached my nose.

"I imagine it's difficult to have the two of them at the same time to compare." She said softly.

"The trick is that you have to touch it; the antipodean eggs are outstandingly smooth, almost feel like velvet." She didn't say anything, she just looked at me and moved her hand from my neck to caress my jaw with the back of her finger and knuckle.

I have no idea how she does it, but when she does something like that I feel like I'm going to melt right on the spot.

I turned some pages, looking for another sketch, and she kept playing with my hair while staring at the fire. She was clearly thinking about something, but I decided to let her sort things out before commenting on it. We stayed like that for a while, until I heard her take a deep breath and start to stand up.

"I'm going to throw this out…" she said shaking the bottle. I rapidly left the book on my left and tried to stop her.

"No, wait. Wait." I extended my hand inviting her to sit with me again. "Tell me."

I used to be proud of our strategy to give each other space when it looked like we wanted to be alone, but as the years went by, at some point I understood that we work better after a talk. She still acts like she doesn't need it, but I know when her mind's not at ease, I can feel it like it's my own.

She sat next to me again, a little closer this time, leaving the bottle on the floor in the process and I shifted to be face to face with her. I put a hand on her knee and she moved them placing them partially over my thighs.

"Tonight's been exhausting…"

"I told you it was fine, family matters are complicated…"

"No," she interrupted, curling a little towards me. "It's not that." She took a deep breath and sighed. "At dinner I felt Snape on my mind. I locked him out but then I spent the rest of the night worried that he would do it again."

I mentally tsked. It's Christmas, for Merlin's beard! The bloody prick wouldn't let her rest a single day since Dumbledore forced him to train her in occlumency. I put my arm on the back of the couch taking her hair from her shoulder in the process.

"At one point...at one point I didn't know if he wanted to enter or not. I was just...blocking. Do you think he did it on purpose to make me be on guard?"

"I haven't thought of that, but it's possible." I shook my head and caressed her hair again. "I had no idea. I'm sorry."

"It made me feel very...vulnerable, you know?"

I didn't know what to say or how to help her. I just wished I could take her place and stop the man from tormenting her day after day. "Yes, of course. Are you feeling something right now?"

She looked down, probably taking her mental walls down, and the looked up back at me.

"No…" she ventured "No, I don't. It stopped when we finished eating." I cradled the back of her head and leaned in to kiss her forehead.

"You are safe, we are safe. It's...probably sometime past one in the morning, we are in front of the fire, it's snowing outside, there's...mistletoe?"

We both looked up and found a small cut of mistletoe hanging in the air above our heads. I could see the golden sparks of magic that maintained it in the air.

She looked down again and smirked. "You know, you don't have to do that if you want to kiss me…"

"I didn't do that, I swear." And it was true, I was just as surprised as her.

"Aha...of course." She whispered while leaning in. We met in the middle in a tender kiss that made me smile. I pecked her lips two more times before parting. We rested our foreheads together and she rubbed her nose against mine.

"A stór, I left towels in your room, if you need them." Kate's grandfather, Bernard, entered the room, startling us. I thought that she would move to seat on the other side of the couch, but to my surprise and delight, she was comfortable enough to stay close to me.

"Thank you, grandpa."

Bernard sat on the seat in front of the window and put round glasses on to start reading what I presumed it was the muggle local newspaper. He took a glance at us from up his glasses and smirked, before continuing reading.

I was going to ask Kate if she wanted to go to sleep when something collided with the window making a loud thud.

"Fuckin' shite!" Bernard exclaimed. The three of us got up and went to inspect the window.

Kate tugged at my sleeve, "Charlie, that's Errol!" We exchanged looks but I couldn't identify if she was excited or worried.

"This window can't be opened…" said Bernard. I nodded and squeezed Kate's shoulder. "I'll go get him."

I heard Kate explaining who Errol was while putting my boots and coat. I regretted immediately going outside, it was extremely difficult to walk on the coat of snow that had formed. I picked up Errol and put him under my coat.

Before going back inside I could see Kate and her grandfather looking at me through the window. He said something pointing to my direction and Kate nodded smiling.

Back in the living room Errol was curled up in front of the fire while I read the letter. Kate looked at it over my shoulder and after a quick once-over she searched for her wand and closed all the curtains of the place.

"Mom says that Dad's better and he can go home but that instead of the Burrow they are going to Grim…" Just before I could finish the sentence I saw Kate pointing her wand at me and shout "Silencio!".

I tried to speak but my mouth failed and I just made a choked sound. Bernard chuckled behind Kate and she moved her wand again.

"I'm sorry. But we can't risk it." She turned to her grandpa "I know that this is weird and confusing and I promise we will explain it tomorrow."

"I know." The look in his eyes was sincere, and I figured that he must have lived some dark times himself, when it's always required to keep all you know to yourself.

"Have you read it all?" Kate asked. When I nodded she passed a hand over the paper and the ink disappeared, then she snatched the letter and threw it in the fire.

"It was really reckless of my mother to write that." I said while observing how the fire consumed the letter.

I sat down and Kate followed, putting her legs on mine and resting her head on the arm of the couch before closing her eyes.

I picked up my book and started reading again while caressing Kate's ankles. We could worry any other day, at that moment we would enjoy the peace and contentment that Bernard Walsh's house offered.

[Part 3]

A/n: now that I think about it, Charlie and mc look a lot like Claire and Jamie; a sexy and goodhearted redhead and a brown haired healer that gets in trouble this was not planned Diana please don't sue me👀 Jamie is very very close to be the perfect Charlie for me

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