How could you?
The sun filtered through the curtains in the small bedroom, casting a yellow-glow in the early morning light. He rolled over to the sight of his witch laying across the bed, her naked body wrapped in the sheets.
He reached over to stroke a lazy hand down her back, brushing wisps of her black hair out of the way as he went. She let out a sigh as she rolled over smiling up at him.
“Good morning love,” Charlie said as he caressed her cheek with his thumb. “It’s about time you woke up I almost started missing you.
“What time is it?” she asked, yawning and stretching out beside him.
“Just after eight,” he replied, running a hand through his red hair.
She shot up out of bed suddenly, a panicked look on her face.
“Charles Septimus Weasley! Why didn’t my alarm spell go off?” Pansy shrieked, throwing her dress over her head as she frantically set her luggage to pack itself. “I’m supposed to be at the portkey office in 15 minutes to take my portkey back to London!”
“That’s because I silenced it.”
Charlie watched her panicked packing from his spot in bed with a sly grin on his face.
“How could you? You know how hard it is to get a decent portkey slot from the reserve!” she bemoaned. “I’m glad you think this is funny because I’m not laughing!”
Charlie stood and scooped her into his arms, running his hands down her back.
“Pans take a breath love,” he soothed. “I didn’t wake you because I spoke to the portkey officer yesterday and moved your slot to half twelve today. I figured you could do with a bit of a lie in.”
Her anger and panic visibly deflated at that, no one had ever done something like that for her.
“Now, come back to bed with me so we can gaze longingly at one another until we can’t help but shag.”