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ficsbydeenas ([personal profile] ficsbydeenas) wrote2010-03-20 11:26 am

FIC--Charlie and Luna Sitting in a Tree (Part Three)

Title: Charlie and Luna Sitting in a Tree
Rating: R overall, NC17 in some sections
Summary: He's been alone for too long. And then along comes Luna....

Part One
Part Two

Charlie and Luna Sitting in a Tree
A Charlie and Luna Fanfiction

I'm an uncle.

I got an urgent owl from Bill the other day, telling me that my niece, Victoire Michele Weasley, arrived on the anniversary of Voldemort's defeat. I could practically feel Bill's excitement as I read the letter and I smiled at the way life had of coming full circle so easily in a matter of months.

As soon as the females laid their eggs, about a month after Victoire arrived and right after Luna and Ginny finished Hogwarts, I found myself once again standing in the back garden of The Burrow. This time, it was filled with my family. However, my eyes searched for a girl with pale blonde hair.

"Charlie!" shouted my mother from across the garden. I watched with a smile as she made her way across the grass, followed by the horde of family. I was hugged, slapped, and kissed sloppily by the people I loved most in the world, yet noted the lack of blonde hair in the crowd surrounding me.

"Where's Luna?" I asked Ginny as she pulled out of a hug.

"Nice to know where we rate, dear brother." I turned and saw George winking at me. For a bloke who lost his twin brother a year ago, he looked remarkable. He even had a tan.

Bill stood beside me and looped an arm around my shoulders, pulling me toward the house.

"Before we lose you to one blonde, can I introduce you to another?" Even at the mere hint of his daughter, her face light up like the sun. He led me toward one of the apple trees where the sound of Fleur's singing trilled through the air. I stopped and looked at the little bundle wrapped in pink, asleep in her mother's arms.

"Wow. Wow,," I marvelled as I kneeled on the ground beside Fleur and reached up to pull back the blanket to reveal a little cherub with a little bow-tie mouth and the tiniest chin I'd ever seen.

"She's amazing, isn't she?" Bill said from beside his wife.

"Not when she screams 'er 'ead off, Beel," cooed Fleur, looking lovingly into my brother's eyes. I suddenly felt like an intruder in their little family moment.

I patted my brother on the shoulder and he nodded as I left him and Fleur. Bill understood me more than the others; even though I would have given anything to spend time with my niece, I needed to be elsewhere. I missed Luna more than I thought I would and just the mere thought of holding her in my arms again made me tingle in anticipation. As I turned the corner toward the east side of the Burrow, voices greeted me.

"' new-tree-ah are verah healthy as food. Mah day-dee makes a wundafull gumbo," came Audrey's indecipherable twang.

"Oh, no, I wouldn't eat them, Audrey. I was thinking of domesticating them."

I grinned; that was Luna. I stepped out from the corner of the house and was pleased to see that Luna was facing away from me. Audrey made eye contact and winked.

"It ee-is an acquired tayste. Their aw-range teeth are useful in potions." Audrey's eyes darted over to me and I held a finger to my mouth.

"What do you do with their—"

I grabbed Luna around the waist and swung her around, interrupting her conversation by kissing her hard. Her eyes widened and then she relaxed into me, returning the kiss with gusto.

"Ah'll just leave y'all alone, thay-an," Audrey said as she walked away, whistling happily.

I don't know how long we stood there kissing; it could have been hours for all I cared. It just felt so bloody good to touch her, to kiss her and taste her again. Finally, I couldn't breathe anymore and regretfully set her on the ground.

"Hi," I said stupidly, grinning like a mad idiot. Not even with Dora was I so stupidly in love: my stomach was in knots, I couldn't stop looking at her, and my hands never stopped moving over her.

"Audrey eats nutria," said Luna breathily.

"Good for her." I kissed her again and lifted her, coaxing her to wrap her legs around my waist. I'd have willingly paid a thousand Galleons for my family to disappear and for the two of us to be the only ones left. I still don't think that would be enough time with her.

Thankfully, Luna did what I'd hoped and put her long legs around me, pressing her body against mine. I moaned at the contact and cursed the fact that there was no tree for me to hold her against and fuck her hard. It had only been three months since we'd seen each other, but it felt more like three years.

"Er, Charlie, Mum's going to come round this way looking for you pretty quickly," came Bill's voice from behind me. "Remember when she caught you last time?" Without another word, he turned around as silently as he'd come.

I let Luna slide down my body, which was a huge mistake. The sensations of her grazing over my hard-on caused me to wince. When she touched the ground, she kissed my neck lightly.

"Soon. We'll have to get away from everyone, or I fear I shall embarrass myself and cause your mother to faint," she said in a teasing voice.

I chuckled and placed my hands on her bottom, giving it a little squeeze. "She's seen enough around here. She should be used to it by now."

"I don't want her to think ill of me, that's all," Luna said quietly. I lifted her chin to meet my eyes.

"I think she's just happy that we're happy," I reassured her.

Luna stood on her tiptoes and whispered, "I miss making love with you. You kept me in bed for three days and now I can't wait to get back there."

I groaned at her comment, knowing that I felt the same way.

She drew back and smiled sweetly. "I relived those moments several times while I was at school." A faint blush coloured her cheeks. "I couldn't help but think of them when I was lonely and let my imagination inspire my dreams and guide my fingers into the warm places that belong to you."

I was ready to pounce, my mother be damned. Unfortunately, Mum came around the corner, squealing at us to come to the garden for dinner. Never before did I wish she wasn't such a good cook.


"Your scars are beautiful, Charlie," Luna said dreamily that night as we lay naked in my bed. I had defiantly taken her to my room with me that night, much to my mother's extreme annoyance and Ron's utter elation.

Her finger was tracing the outline of the scar on my left forearm, the one I got from the flames of a Hungarian horntail; come to think of it, it was the one we had to take to Hogwarts for the Tri-Wizard. That was one nasty dragon. The scar was about two inches across and went from the tip of my elbow to the tip of my little finger.

"That's the nastiest one I have. I don't think it's beautiful. In fact, the dragon almost killed me," I whispered.

"Then it should be my favourite because you only were burnt and not killed. You wouldn't be here with me if it had." She kissed the red, puckered flesh with her lips and looked up at me in the sexy way she knew was pretty much my undoing. When I groaned, she chuckled huskily. "I wouldn't know how to please you." One hand drifted down my torso, circling wide around my navel and then down to grasp my cock. "I wouldn't have bloomed into the woman you see." The thumb of her hand swiped the tip, bringing out a drop or two of moisture.


"I wouldn't have discovered this little scar, right here," she murmured against the skin of my upper thigh, placing the tip of her tongue on another scar, which ran from the edge of my pubic hair to my hipbone.

"Tha—that one was from the tail of a Ridgeback," I answered, beginning to feel lightheaded.

"Mmm..." She kissed my hip and then followed the scar down until she reached the hair. Luna didn't stop and moved her way toward the base of my cock. With wide eyes, I watched her take me into her mouth and began sucking it in earnest.

I thrust my hips, pushing myself deeper into her mouth. She groaned, gagging a bit before returning to her task. She wasn't as skilled as some, but she made up for it with enthusiasm, moving her mouth smoothly up and down and sucking at the base before sliding back up to the tip and running her tongue along the ridge of my foreskin. I began breathing harder, edging slowly toward release, when she looked up at me again and caught my eye. The sight of her there, with her mouth around me and her wicked eyes, daring me to explode, was enough to push me to the precipice and over it, releasing myself into her mouth. She pulled back with a 'pop' and I watched as the white spunk splattered on her cheek.

"Sorry," I said breathily, reaching up to wipe the come off her cheek.

She backed away, moved her tongue to the side, and licked the drops off, taking them into her mouth. It was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen in my life. Luna gave me a little smile and then curled herself against my chest, hugging me close.

"I'm sleepy now. Shall I go back to my room?"

"You don't sound like you want to," I said, my heart tightening up at the thought of holding her all night.

"I want to stay, but your mother—"

"Will just have to deal with it." I kissed the top of her head and settled the covers around us. My eyelids began to drift closed and I let sleep take over with a smile of utter bliss forming on my lips.


The day before I was set to leave, we all geared up for a quick game of Quidditch. Ginny had signed on with the Harpies the previous day and she wanted to get in a workout with all her brothers. She picked teams, of course, and went against type when she picked me as Seeker over Harry. He gave her a scathing look and she just stuck her tongue out at him, to which he licked his lips and made my sister blush.

"Don't tell me, Gin. I prefer to remember you as an innocent," I teased before turning my attention to my broom. The thing hadn't received a proper trimming in some time and I was determined to make my Cleansweep as fit as possible against Harry's Firebolt Airstream XI. The bastard got a racing class broom for free when the damn company found out that he'd lost his over Surrey. It would take me a lifetime to earn enough to buy one of those.

"Funny, real funny, you cradle robber," she teased.

I know that she was taking the mickey, but it stung. "Thought you didn't have a problem with us."

"I don't," she said, turning her attention to her own broom, which was a Comet 420E, a world-class broom given to her by the Harpies yesterday. "I just worry about her."

I pushed back the words that wanted to fly out at her and gathered myself. "She's a big girl, Ginny. She can take care of herself."

"And can you?"

I turned toward her, giving her a questioning look.

"I mean, can you take care of her?"

I didn't like where this was leading and never being one to beat around the bush, I blurted out, "What is it you want? Being subtle doesn't suit you."

"What exactly are your intentions?" asked Ginny with her brow raised and looking a little irritated.

"My...intentions?" I couldn't help the sharp edge to my voice. "Didn't realise it was any of your business."

"She's one of my best friends, Charlie, and I don't want to see her hurt."

"And why would I hurt her? I...I love her." I felt my cheeks redden; I'd never admitted the depth of my feelings for Luna to anyone other than her and Bill.

"Well, has she told you?" Ginny asked nonchalantly, running a hand over the shiny handle of her broom.

"Told me what?"

"What she wants. From you."

"I'm not having this conversation with you, Ginny," I announced, grabbing my broomstick and getting off the bench.

"She wants to move to Romania," came Ginny's voice, causing me to stop.

That was news. Luna and I hadn't spoken about anything beyond tomorrow. I was going back to work and she was staying here to...? She never did tell me what she wanted to do now that she was done with school. I suddenly felt very stupid; we hadn't talked much since I'd been back. In fact, we had sex more than anything else. This wasn't the way it was supposed to go, not if I wanted more from her. The problem was, I didn't know myself.

"I'd suggest actually talking to her, Charlie, instead of shagging at every opportunity," Ginny said firmly, strolling over and put an arm around my waist and started walking with me. "Didn't mean to sound like Mum, honest. It's just that Luna's really in love with you, and you have the power to make her extremely happy or to completely break her heart. You're not a teenager anymore."

I rolled my eyes and huffed. "Thanks for reminding me, Sprout. And as much as it pains me to say this," I said, stopping us just before we got to the pitch, "you're right. I have to figure out where this is going."

"Where do you want it to go?"

I shrugged and looked up at the clouds floating above us. "I don't know." I glanced down at Ginny, whose scowl from earlier was replaced with an understanding smile. "Come on, we've got some Quidditch to play. Harry may have defeated Voldemort, but he never went up against me!"


After the Quidditch game, which ended when I caught the Snitch, I decided to have a talk with Luna. The opportunity presented itself rather easily as Ginny pulled Harry away to console him in her own way, Ron took Hermione aside for a victory snog, and I don't know what happened to everyone else.

I took her hand in mine and led her to a tree, sitting on the grass as the fireflies began to come out, twinkling like faerie lights. We sat in silence for a moment before I turned to her.

"We need to talk, Luna," I said, not liking the way my voice came across.

She sighed and turned herself so that she was facing me. "I knew this was coming. I'll try not to cry when you break up with me."

"No, it's not that, I swear. We...I want to know what you're going to do now that you're done with school." The worry visibly left her face. "You never did tell me."

"I have a few options," Luna answered lightly. "I could work at The Quibbler with my father but I don't think that I would like sitting behind a desk. I applied for a Ministry job, working with Hermione. Did you know she's working in Regulation of Magical Creatures?" I hadn't. "There is also the possibility of working in Transylvania."

"Transylvania? Doing what?" There was only one place a person like Luna worked in Transylvania, and there was no way I was going to let her do that.

She turned away from me. "I may study graphorns."

"You know they're dangerous, don’t you?" My jaw set in irritation and I sprung up off the grass.

"Yes, I do. That's one of the challenges that I like."

"But why?" I already knew the answer, but I needed to hear it from her.

"Because you're there. In Romania," she whispered, barely loud enough for me to hear her.

I spun around to face her. "Am I the reason you want to risk your life? Or do you really love studying graphorns? If that's your passion, I won't stop you. But please, don't do it just to be near me."

"So you don't want to have me around?"

"That's not it at all," I said, reassuring her as I fell to the ground beside her. "I'd love to have you there. It would make things much...much—"

"More pleasant?" A smile began to break the corners of her mouth.

I leaned forward and kissed her head. "Yes, of course."

"But if I didn't move there, would we continue being together?"

I knew she would ask this question sooner or later, and I had a painful flashback to the same conversation, but with another girl, one that I let slip through my fingers.

"I've been through this before."

"With Nymphadora Tonks." I began to say something but she stopped me with a hand on my mouth. "Ginny told me about the two of you. But she didn't tell me much. Will you tell me?"

I nodded; Luna deserved to know. I owed her that much.

"We were together for about a year, but at the same time I decided to go to Romania, she decided to become an Auror. Neither one of us wanted to give up each other, but we also didn't want to stop pursuing our careers." I had to stop because my throat was tightening and I didn't want to cry over this. Taking a deep breath, I began again. "We were both so stubborn and driven. I wanted to get away from England. I was torn in so many directions...Quidditch, dragons, the Ministry, Dora...and I couldn't take it anymore."

"So you ran."

I chuckled and shook my head in disbelief. "Yeah. No one ever figured that out before."

"Sometimes running away is the only way to figure out what it is we want to run to."

Her intuitiveness was remarkable. In a few words, she was able to scrape away years of hurt and anger, exposing the tender flesh of my psyche. Instead of the sting from the past, I felt a sort of healing from her gentle words and the way that she looked at me. Maybe, just maybe, I'd been running for too long.

"Can I ask you something?" I asked her softly, my mouth hovering just above her ear and she nodded in answer. "Do you really want to spend your life studying those ruddy animals?"

Luna placed her hands on my cheeks and lifted my face to look at me. "No."

I burst out laughing and pulled her onto my lap. I'd never been so happy to hear that someone didn't want to be around me.

Part Four

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