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acquiescenceTitle: The Memories
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Pairing: Charlie/Hermione
Rating: PG (for implied acts)
Disclaimer: They belong to Rowling, I just like to play
A/N: This is my response tonellie_darlin's Quotation Challenge. The quote that inspired this was: "Years later we'll remember the bathtub." - Sujata Bhatt Love in a Bathtub.
Word Count: 626
Hermione made one last look through the flat; it had been their first. She passed from room to room to make sure everything had been packed up and moved out. She smiled and wiped away tears as memories came back to her with each room she passed through.
She leaned against the doorway to the kitchen. She smiled as the memory of the first time she’d tried to cook Charlie dinner came back to her. She’d wanted to do it without magic; it was a complete disaster.
The kitchen was filled with the smoke that poured from the oven and the sauce had boiled over onto the stove. Charlie had been a good sport about it all of course. He couldn’t keep himself from laughing, though. He helped her clean everything up and they shared a box of crackers and sat on the floor in the hallway.
She made her way into the living room and recalled the first Christmas they had spent together. It wasn’t anything special, and Molly had insisted they come over for Christmas dinner despite Hermione’s protests, but it had been their own. Paper littered the floor as gifts were unwrapped.
Now the room was empty, the Christmas tree wouldn’t sit in front of the large window this year and they wouldn’t have to wade through a sea of gifts and paper like they had in previous years. Hermione turned off the light and went upstairs.
Their daughter’s room was the first off the stairs. It was pink and bright, just like she was. Hermione smiled. Their daughter had been a surprise for them both, but one they had welcomed happily. Hermione recalled the first steps she took right across the room to her daddy. They had been so proud and happy; she blinked away the tears that were forming in her eyes and shut the door.
Then she came to their bedroom. She walked in slowly looking around the room. She could see the furrows in the carpet from where the bed and furniture had been. So much had happened in this room. Whispers of passion, love, anger, frustration, devotion, friendship, sadness, joy. Charlie had first made love to her in this room, he’d proposed to her in this room, their first fight had been in this room, their daughter had spent her first night in their home in this room. So much had happened all in this room.
She opened the door to the adjoining bathroom and stepped in. This was her favorite room in the entire house. The wood floors, the large windows over looking the city, the bathtub. She smiled and moved towards the tub. She had loved just soaking in this tub after a long day and watching the sunset through the windows. She and Charlie loved to bathe together as well; they would sit and soak in the tub for hours. She loved leaning back against his chest, listening to the deep hum as he spoke while she washed his arms, then his legs, then his feet. She would miss the bathtub.
Charlie stepped up behind her and wrapped his arms around her.
“Almost ready to go, love?”
“Mmhmm” She nodded. “I was just doing a last run through the flat to make sure we’d gotten everything.”
He pressed his lips against her neck.
“I’m going to miss that old tub.”
“Mmm, me too.”
They turned out the light and quietly made their way downstairs. Hermione placed her hand on the swell of her stomach and smiled. It had been a good home and she would always cherish the memories of firsts, lasts, fights, birthdays, Christmases, parties, bad days, and the love.
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acquiescence_Pairing: Charlie/Hermione
Rating: PG (for implied acts)
Disclaimer: They belong to Rowling, I just like to play
A/N: This is my response to
nellie_darlin's Quotation Challenge. The quote that inspired this was: "Years later we'll remember the bathtub." - Sujata Bhatt Love in a Bathtub.Word Count: 626
Hermione made one last look through the flat; it had been their first. She passed from room to room to make sure everything had been packed up and moved out. She smiled and wiped away tears as memories came back to her with each room she passed through.
She leaned against the doorway to the kitchen. She smiled as the memory of the first time she’d tried to cook Charlie dinner came back to her. She’d wanted to do it without magic; it was a complete disaster.
The kitchen was filled with the smoke that poured from the oven and the sauce had boiled over onto the stove. Charlie had been a good sport about it all of course. He couldn’t keep himself from laughing, though. He helped her clean everything up and they shared a box of crackers and sat on the floor in the hallway.
She made her way into the living room and recalled the first Christmas they had spent together. It wasn’t anything special, and Molly had insisted they come over for Christmas dinner despite Hermione’s protests, but it had been their own. Paper littered the floor as gifts were unwrapped.
Now the room was empty, the Christmas tree wouldn’t sit in front of the large window this year and they wouldn’t have to wade through a sea of gifts and paper like they had in previous years. Hermione turned off the light and went upstairs.
Their daughter’s room was the first off the stairs. It was pink and bright, just like she was. Hermione smiled. Their daughter had been a surprise for them both, but one they had welcomed happily. Hermione recalled the first steps she took right across the room to her daddy. They had been so proud and happy; she blinked away the tears that were forming in her eyes and shut the door.
Then she came to their bedroom. She walked in slowly looking around the room. She could see the furrows in the carpet from where the bed and furniture had been. So much had happened in this room. Whispers of passion, love, anger, frustration, devotion, friendship, sadness, joy. Charlie had first made love to her in this room, he’d proposed to her in this room, their first fight had been in this room, their daughter had spent her first night in their home in this room. So much had happened all in this room.
She opened the door to the adjoining bathroom and stepped in. This was her favorite room in the entire house. The wood floors, the large windows over looking the city, the bathtub. She smiled and moved towards the tub. She had loved just soaking in this tub after a long day and watching the sunset through the windows. She and Charlie loved to bathe together as well; they would sit and soak in the tub for hours. She loved leaning back against his chest, listening to the deep hum as he spoke while she washed his arms, then his legs, then his feet. She would miss the bathtub.
Charlie stepped up behind her and wrapped his arms around her.
“Almost ready to go, love?”
“Mmhmm” She nodded. “I was just doing a last run through the flat to make sure we’d gotten everything.”
He pressed his lips against her neck.
“I’m going to miss that old tub.”
“Mmm, me too.”
They turned out the light and quietly made their way downstairs. Hermione placed her hand on the swell of her stomach and smiled. It had been a good home and she would always cherish the memories of firsts, lasts, fights, birthdays, Christmases, parties, bad days, and the love.
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