Daphne was sitting at the table with her hand over her face when Charlie came home. She needed to tell him. She knew he knew something was wrong with her. She just did not know how to tell him she was an idiot, but her sister was right. He needed to know. Even if it was not true, he needed to know. She would go see Ginny soon. She had to. This not really knowing was absolutely killing her. Since that medi-witch had told her she was pregnant, Daphne had not let Charlie have her. She'd shied away. She'd also been eating everything in sight and in weird combinations. She'd been moodier than usual. He was probably thinking her a monster. He might anyhow by the time she was finished. Oddly, he had not gone anywhere or asked her to leave. Charlie had been very patient with her. It just really drove home that she did not deserve him.

Charlie paused inside the doorway, studying the dejected look on Daphne's face. This was it, then. After days of distance, of her not wanting to touch or be touched, this was it. She'd decided that this was a mistake and she was going to leave.

He'd take it like a man, he decided. He wouldn't beg her to stay. It wasn't like he had fallen in love with her. No, they were only friends. With very nice benefits, mind you, but still just friends.

He settled into the chair across from her and waited for her to speak.

Daphne looked at him. He looked... resigned. She didn't like that. This was not his fault. It was all her.

"So I guess you want to talk? We need to. I've done something stupid." Oh gods, no crying. No. I probably am pregnant. I don't cry. Great. "I wasn't... I haven't been... and then he said... and Astoria said... so we went... and she said... but she did it wrong... so I might not be."

Daphne looked at her hands, feeling wretched.

"I'm sorry I mess everything up."

He let out a large sigh. "I knew it was a mistake, that you would regret it. I guess part of me has been expecting you to realize that you could do better than me. I... I don't want you to leave. You can still say here. It'll be awkward, but I won't try to pressure you into anything. I'll sleep on the couch again."

Daphne blinked at him. What in the hell was he talking about? "I regret nothing with you. There is no better than you for me. Please do not ever say that again, and you might change your mind about me leaving in a bit. I've done something... I was so stupid. I didn't think. I don't want you on the couch. I want you with me, but how're you going to feel about me later? When I'm fat and cranky?"

He blinked, confused. "I think we might be talking about two different things, Love. What did you do?"

"I didn't take a contraceptive potion," Daphne said softly. "I'm not sure because the girl did the test wrong, but she said I was, and I've been all weird. I'll go to a real healer though. I just wanted you to know, and I'll move out if you want."

Charlie felt the floor tilt and found himself on the floor. He stared at the floor, wondering why it had tilted and how he had ended up on it as Daphne's words sank in.

Pregnant? She was pregnant? He hadn't even considered contraception. At first because it had been too quick, then because he had assumed that Daphne had been brewing and taking a potion. She was a Potions Master, after all.

It was irresponsible of him and he knew it. Weasleys were notoriously fertile. His dad had resorted to Muggle surgery to keep from having any more kids. He should have been using a prophylactic charm at the very least, no matter what potion Daphne had been on.

"OK," he said, looking up at her from his spot on the floor. "OK. No potion. Have you been to see a medi-wizard?"

Daphne had moved when he had fallen down. When he spoke, she crouched down next to him. She smiled sadly and pushed some hair from his forehead. "I think she did the test wrong. I'm going to have it done again. Auror Tonks is looking into lifting some of my brewing restrictions. It'll be all right. You don't worry. This is my mistake. I'll handle it."

Handle it. She'll handle it. That sounded particularly ominous. He knew that there were ways to "handle" an unwanted pregnancy. Back alley potions that cleansed the problem away. Muggle doctors that cut it out with cold instruments.

He couldn't imagine her going to a Muggle doctor, but she probably knew how to make the potion. The very thought of her doing something like that made him sick to his stomach.

It was unexpected, yes. He'd always assumed he'd get married and have kids some day. But he'd never thought that "some day" could be so soon. And Daphne wanted to "handle it".

"Don't," he whispered, images of a little girl with Weasley red hair and Daphne's nose flashing through his head. "If you don't want the responsibility, I understand. But don't... Don't..." He couldn't even say it.

"Shhhh," Daphne said, leaning in and kissing him lightly. "I didn't mean to upset you. It's not that I don't want this, don't want your... I'm not fit, Charlie. I'm not fit to be anyone's mother. Can you imagine? Me? I'm a terrible person. I probably should have been sterilized. I just don't want you to feel beholden to me because I'm stupid."

He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into his lap, burying his face in her hair. She wasn't going to get rid of it, if she were pregnant. The possibility that she was was high, but she did want it.

"We'll go see Gin. She can do the test again. And... If you are... We'll take it one step at a time. That's all anyone can do, Love. If not, then she can prescribe potions for the both of us."

He was not going to get rid of her. She was not alone. To her horror, Daphne started crying.

"I'm sorry, Charlie. It seems like all I ever do is mess things up. Oh... your Dad wants us to come by for dinner. Your mum sent him. I won't go if you don't want. They really only want to see you."

He gave a dry chuckle. "No doubt Mum sent him to check to make sure the two of us were doing OK. And don't think for a moment that she doesn't want you there just as much as me. Was there a time limit mentioned or do we have time before you're subjected to my family in force?"

"I don't believe a time was given. The whole family will be there? Like all of them? Even Ginny? Ginny's crazy boyfriend who, in case I never mentioned it, has hated me since we were in diapers?"

"Mum likes to make productions out of things," he said. "I think it's because she misses having all of us underfoot. I might manage to get her to agree to limit it to us, if you want. If nothing else, we can just refuse to come if it's dinner for twelve."

He pressed a kiss to her forehead, glad that she was allowing him to touch her again. Part of him wanted nothing more than to carry her to bed and keep her there for the rest of the night, but he knew it was a bad idea. They needed to acquire potions and have Daphne checked before taking that step again.

"Are you OK?"

"I am now," Daphne said, snuggling into him.

A bad idea, but there were things they could do that did not involve him being inside her body. She'd missed him. Daphne ran her hands through his hair and placed little kisses on his face before kissing him for real. She was a wicked, wicked girl. Just like her mother had always said. The kissing was always so lovely with Charlie though.

He groaned into her mouth and attempted to get away for all of about two seconds. He'd missed her. She'd been in the same room with him and he still missed her.

"This is a bad idea," he murmured against her neck as he shifted them both, laying her on the floor and covering her with his body. "Very bad idea."

"Consider to whom you speak," Daphne said, grinding against him. "I am all about bad ideas."

Daphne kissed him hungrily, running her hands over his shoulders.

"I've missed you. We just need to be careful, is all. I think you and I can do that."

"Careful," he repeated. "Right. We can be careful." He pulled her shirt over her head and cast it aside. She wasn't wearing a bra. She tended not to when at home. His eyes traced over her breasts before continuing down to her stomach. It was slightly round, femininely so, giving no hint about whether or not it was protecting their son or daughter.

He ignored the fact that his hand shook slightly as it skimmed over her stomach before detouring to her breasts. He kneaded one lightly, flicking his thumb over the tip to make her gasp before turning his attention to it's mate. That one he worshipped with his mouth, slowly tracing around the nipple until Daphne was growling at him before finally flicking the tip with his tongue.

"Careful," he whispered against her flesh.

"Careful does not mean driving me crazy," she snapped. "Did you miss the part where I said I missed you?"

Daphne gave him a shove and pushed him onto his back on the floor. She was pulling and pushing clothing off of him. She wanted to kiss his scars, to trace all the dents and dips in his flesh she was already so familiar with. Daphne sat on his stomach, straddling him and leaned down to pay some attention of her own to his chest.

Charlie groaned and she kissed and nipped his chest. She was going to make him lose control if she kept that up. It wasn't the way to make sure they were careful. Already he wanted to be buried deep inside her so badly that he could not control the urge to lift his hips, grinding against her.

"Daphne, love," he warned as he shucked his own shirt, interrupting her attentions to do so. "You're playing with fire."

"I know," Daphne said scooting down his body and taking him in her mouth after getting rid of his pants.

His hips jerked off the floor at the feel of her mouth around his cock. He wrapped her hair around his hand, holding it out of her way and trying not to use the grip to control her movements. She needed no direction at this.

"Merlin," he groaned. His other hand was clenching and unclenching as he tried to control himself. "You're going to be the death of me."

Daphne moved quickly, not allowing him to stay in control. She would have smiled at his comment, but she was a little occupied. The two of them were usually so wild and frantic anyhow. That was nothing new. They just usually did not do things this way. They might have to start because the noises he made were different. He was pulling her hair too. She liked that. Daphne slid the hand that was not busy assisting her mouth up his chest, nails scratching lightly.

"Fuck," he gasped. He wasn't quite sure what she was doing with her tongue, but it was tearing his control to shreds. "Daph," he warned, feeling his balls shrink up as he prepared to orgasm. "Fuck..."

He slackened his hold on her hair, allowing her room to get away as he came into her mouth. Instead of using it, she took him even deeper, tongue still stroking the underside of his cock as his whole body went limp.
Daphne sat up with a satisfied smirk on her face. She deliberately wiped the corner of her mouth then licked her finger. She was going to preen now. She felt very in control of things. "You feel better now?"

She'd like to kiss him, but he might not be into that. Daphne started to get up to rinse her mouth out when his hand shot out and grabbed her wrist. She looked at him with wide eyes.

"Not done with you yet," he growled as he flipped them again. He kissed her as his hands did away with her trousers and underwear. He could taste himself on her tongue, something that should have made him run to the loo and his toothbrush, but only made him growl in approval.

Once he had her completely naked, he used his hands to pin her arms to her sides and proceeded to worship every bit of flesh he could reach. He used his scruff to tease her breasts before running the flat of his tongue over the tip, grinning when she gasped and arched against him.

"Impatient?"

"For you? Always, it seems."

He was a surprise today. She kept thinking she pushed too far, messed things up too much, but Charlie was constant. He forgave her. He was patient with her. He made her believe she was worth something to him. She liked when he didn't shave. His scruffy chin was the best sort of torture.

Daphne was shifting all over the place, like she was trying to get away. She really just wanted him to stop teasing.

He grinned wickedly and gave her nipple one last lick before easing down her body. He trailed his tongue around her belly button as he lightly skimmed his hands over her torso, barely touching. He could feel her muscles jump at the sensation.

He bit her sharply on the hip, hopefully distracting her from what his hands were doing. When she gasped, he plunged a finger into her center and started pumping it in and out slowly.

Charlie sat back a bit and watched as he shagged her with his finger. She looked lovely, flushed and wild.

"There's my girl," he said, bending back to place a kiss on her thigh. "My darling girl."

She gasped again when he flicked his tongue over the bundle of nerves at her center and her grinned in satisfaction before applying his full attention to making her lose control just as badly as he had.

He didn't let up then. It was slow and torturous. Daphne braced her feet against the floor and grabbed the back of his head. She could be so very loud. They neighbors were likely to call the MLE. She didn't recall them throwing up a silencing charm. He was relentless with his mouth and hands to the point that she was thrashing around on the floor like a fish dumped out of water and screaming his name. Very undignified and not in control of the situation, but Daphne hardly cared. He kept making her shake.

Daphne didn't think she could take it anymore. She forcefully twisted away from him and was shaking on her side and trying to recall how to breathe correctly.

He chuckled as she curled into a ball, kissing her back softly and stroking her side to ease her down. He was hard again and had to resist the urge to slip between her sweet thighs.

"OK, love?"

"Mmmm."

Daphne could feel him hard against her backside. The idea made her tingly. She wanted him. She wouldn't be satisfied with just this. Well, her body was, but her mind would not be.

"Please..."

"Daphne-"

"Just don't.... just pull out before... I want... I want..."

He cursed his lack of willpower as he lifted her leg and pushed inside. She wriggled against the sensation, wringing a groan from him. Her inner muscles were still fluttering, grasping him as he pumped in and out.

"Gods, Love," he groaned, burying his head in her hair.

"Yes, Charlie," Daphne moaned and she leaned back against him, their bodies moving together.

He was breathing into her ear through her hair. Daphne loved that. Her body was still twitchy and over-sensitive from his attentions earlier. She was definitely playing with fire. Definitely. Charlie had power over her. The wild bucking she did when his hand moved from her belly to between her thighs as he was still pumping in and out of her was proof of that.

Despite the mind blowing orgasm he'd just had, he knew he wasn't going to last. Something about Daphne made him lose control so easily. He didn't understand it.

He also wouldn't change it for all the galleons in the world.

"Come for me, Love," he whispered in her ear. "I love feeling you fall apart in my arms." He stroked her clit in time with his thrusts.

That undid her right there. When he told her he wanted her to come, she usually did. Daphne was not sure what that was about. She didn't think she had another in her, but Daphne saw spots at the edge of her vision as she cried out. All they needed was for him to finish and it would be time for them to have a shower and a nap - not necessarily in that order.

The feel of her inner muscles clenching around him sent him over the edge. He groaned and held her close, panting into her shoulder as he came down from his high.

"Bugger," he muttered as he finally slipped out of her warm heat. "We have to get some potions. And make an appointment with Gin." He grimaced at the idea of going to his little sister for such, but he had heard too many worrisome things about Mungos to want to go there.

"I like being buried in you too much," he said, kissing her shoulder before rolling her over to nestle against his side. The floor was cold and they needed to get into bed, but he didn't think he could walk. "I think I could die happily if I'm in you."

Daphne's mouth was hanging open. He said the craziest things to her. She loved hearing them though. He gave her worth. She only ever wanted to be worth something to him and her sister. Daphne closed her eyes and snuggled into his chest.

"I'm a better person for you," she said honestly. "I am better. Not great, but I am also a work in progress."

"I think you're perfect as you are," he said, pressing another kiss to her hair. "But if you think I make you better, then I'm glad."

He skimmed his fingers up and down her side, trying to not imagine her swollen with his child. They would deal with it when they found out for sure.

Daphne threaded her fingers through his and held his hand. "I'm getting cold."

The floor was hard too.

Daphne was laughing when he suddenly got up and lifted her off the floor. She let out a loud squeal as he carried her to their bedroom. Daphne bounced when she hit the bed, still laughing. She held out her arms for him. This could go bad in so many ways, but she was beginning not to care. Her liking for his hands on her or him holding her was a bit disturbing though.

Charlie joined her on the bed and pulled the scattered blankets over them both. "Get some rest, Petal. We'll see about making an appointment with Gin tomorrow."

He pulled her back into his arms and held her close before arching back and considering her. "Do you want me to come to the appointment with you? I was here assuming I would, never thinking that you might have a different opinion."

He wanted to be with her for that. Daphne smiled. "Only if you want to. Astoria will be there. She's been a little weird about this, and don't listen to her if she gets creepy. She's..." You need to tell him. "Don't be weird with her, but Tori's a Seer. She knows things sometimes. She denied it for so long, and now... I don't know. She's about it. I should have told you before, but I didn't want you looking at her like she was a freak. She's my little sister."

Charlie filed the information away. Despite living with her sister, being in a relationship with her sister, he didn't see Astoria often.

"I know how it is to worry about a little sis," he said, stroking a hand down her hair. "I can't promise not to be weird, I've never met an actual Seer before, but I'll try. How's that, Love?"

"I can live with that," Daphne said, smiling like a dork.


[Summary: Daphne tells Charlie about her worries and the two of them reconnect after a week of weirdness. (NC-17)]