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lunamadhatter99 · 10 months

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Charlie Weasley x fem!reader

I was inspired.

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Summary: time to meet the family.

Warnings: none. Too much cuteness.

"I don't think I can do this," I mutter as I lay down on the bed, with Charlie standing next to me.

"Yes, you can," he reassures me, with a gentle tapping on my leg, "They're gonna love you!"

"No, they won't," I complain.

"Well... your family loved me, and I, too, was scared! Yet it went well!" He tries to make me reason.

I look up at him, sitting up straight, staring into his eyes.

"You got it easier. You had to charm two people, my mom and my grandfather, " I say, holding up two fingers, "I have to charm 8 people!"

Charlie simply smiles at me, so sweetly I could just melt on the spot of I wasn't so terrified. He moves his hand to cup my cheek, softly stroking it with his thumb.

"Love, my absolute, gorgeous, funny, cute, love of my life, perfect reason of my existence" he starts making hard for me to hold a giggle at his antics "You can charm a whole Great Hall at Hogwarts without even trying. No effort, everyone at your feet."

I roll my eyes but can't help but chuckle again.

"No, don't you roll those pretty eyes at me, young lady! It's true, " he laughs, too."You have nothing to worry about. I promise you!"

"But..."

"Nooooooooo!" He pouts."Nope. Shush. They already love you and.."

"You told them about me!?" I widen my eyes, and I lay back down trying to hide under the covers.

"Love?" I hear him laughing softly."Love, c'mon out."

I sit up again.

"Of course I told them about you. You are the love of my life, I had to talk about you." He laughs again, holding my hands in his."They can't wait to meet you, and they already love you, "

I sigh deeply. I look up at him, trying to find any sign of mockery, but, unfortunately for me, I don't find any.

"Fine," I whine. "Fine, we'll go see your family,"

"Yes!" He cheers, standing up, taking me with him and hugging me. "They're gonna love you, sweetheart."

"Yeah... yeah, alright." I wave him off and just get to work and prepare my bags.

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"You're okay, love, you're fine." Charlie caresses my back as we walk closer to his childhood's home.

"Yeah... I know... I am..." I stutter out, breathing heavily.

"You're shaking," he informs me. "Okay, hey. Look at me. "

He stops me and turns me to look at him.

"Yes?"

"Breath." He breathes in and waits for me to do the same.

I take a deep breath and mimic him.

"In and out. Good girl, " he smiles.

"Let's get it over with, " I almost beg.

He grabs my hand, and together, we walk to the front door.

Charlie knocks once, and the door is already opening, revealing a short red-haired woman with the biggest smile on her face I've ever seen. She must be Charlie's mother.

"Charlie!" She exclaims quickly, hugging Charlie.

"Hi, mom," he says, hugging her back, "I can't breathe, mom." He chuckles breathlessly.

She lets him go and turns to me.

"Aw, and you must be Y/n. It's so nice to finally meet you, my dear" she coos.

"So nice meeting you, Mrs Weasley." I hold my hand out to shake her hand, but she quickly moves it and cages me in a big hug.

"Just call me Molly, dear," she says, letting me go, "C'mon, let's go inside."

"See? Nothing to worry about, " Charlie whispers to me as we get into the house.

"Just one out of eight." I take a breath as I'm led into what I think is the living room.

"Charlie!" A red-haired girl runs up to Charlie, giving him a quick hug, "finally!"

She doesn't look much older than thirteen, I think.

"C'mon, we're not that late!" Charlie defends himself."By the way, Ginny, this is Y/n, my girlfriend, "

"Hi," I timidly wave at her.

She looks at me for a second, then smiles brightly and turns to her brother.

"She's too pretty for you, Char," she teases, and I can't help but laugh a little at that.

"It's so nice to be home," Charlie sighs sarcastically. "Don't laugh!" He turns to me to shove me a little.

"I'm sorry, love," I say, holding his hand.

" 'love' ? You two are so cute, " Ginny exclaims.

"Look who finally decided to join us," a voice calls.

"You took your time," another voice speaks.

I look up and see two identical red heads coming up to us.

"Love? These two are Fred and George." He introduces us. "Don't trust them," he adds in a whisper.

"Hey!" They say together.

"That's rude!"

"Very rude, brother," one of them comes in front of me, taking my hand. "Don't listen to him. We are not that bad," he kisses my hand.

"Right. We are true gentlemen. " The other one moves his twin out of the way to kiss my hand, too.

"Yeah... ask Ron what they did to his teddy bear when he was younger, " Charlie accuses.

"What..?" I say with a small giggle.

"Are you sure you want him?"

"You can still back down, you know."

"Alright, leave her alone!" Charlie laughs and leads me further into the room with the rest of his family.

"Hello, everyone." He waves at everyone."This is Y/n, my girlfriend, "

"Hello, it's a pleasure being here." I wave too and look at all the faces.

"Oh, my dear girl, we finally meet you. Charlie told us so much about you. " A tall man stands up from the couch to get closer. "I'm Arthur. Charlie's father"

"Oh, pleasure to meet you, Mr Weas-"

"Arthur, please. You're family now, no need for formalities, " he says, sending me a smile that I return, then he's off to the kitchen, probably to help his wife.

"Alright, that one there is Bill," Charlie points at a long-haired man sitting on the couch.

"Hi," I say.

"Hi, lovely," he smiles.

"Don't flirt with my girlfriend, thanks," Charlie complains.

"I just said 'hi,' " Bill defends himself, raising his hands up in the air.

"I'm Ron," a much younger boy stands up and walks to us, I was just in time to notice he was pushed by a brunette sitting beside him.

"Nice to meet you," I shake his hand.

"I'm Hermione Granger, Ronald's friend." The girls stand up as well.

"I'm Y/n L/n," I say, shaking her hand as well. "Wait... Granger?" I ask, and she nods."Are your parents dentists? Or maybe a relative is?"

"Yeah. My parents" she smiles gently.

"My parents used to take me to them, I think, when I was younger!" I explain.

"Really?"

"Yes, I remember them being so nice. I was never scared," I laugh. " they're still working, I hope,"

"Oh yes, they are," she answers.

"It's so nice to hear this."

"Oh, Harry. Hi, " Charlie greets, so I look past Hermione to see a boy with glasses walking in.

"Hey, Charlie. How are you?" He asks.

"I'm great, hey, this is my girlfriend Y/n."

"Hey," I say, going to shake his hand, and while doing this, I notice a scar on his face.

Oh..

"I'm Harry," he simply says.

"Nice to meet you." I smile gently at him.

"Dinner is ready!" Molly screams from the kitchen.

"Finally!" Ron exclaims.

"How are you always hungry?" Hermione asks as she follows everyone into the kitchen.

Harry sends me an amused smile and walks away.

"Wait..." I say, holding Charlie's hand. "I met your parents, 2, I met your little sister, 3, the twins 5, Ron, 6, Bill, 7... Hermione and Harry are not your siblings... isn't anyone missing?" I ask, confused.

"Yeah... I don't think Percy's gonna join us. Too busy at the ministry, " he says, almost defeated, so I decide not to press the subject.

"Oh... okay... it's alright. " I smile at him." C'mon, can't wait to finally taste your mom's food. "

We arrive in the kitchen, and there are two open seats left... on opposite sides.

"C'mon, dear, come sit here." Molly jokes, pointing at the seat next to Ginny but still close to her.

"You'll be fine," Charlie whispers to me before going to sit next to his father.

I take a seat, Ginny is on my left, Molly on hers, on my right sit Hermione and in front of me there's Bill.

"Free yourself for a bit." Bill jokes, catching Charlie's attention.

"How about you sit here, brother?" Charlie offers, pointing at where Harry is sitting, in front of him.

"Charlie, behave" Arthur scolds his son, who simply sit, but I can sense he's keeping an eye on his brother, all while everyone is laughing and just goes back and their own business.

"Now, dear, tell me all about it." Molly starts as she puts a generous slice of shepherd's pie on my plate. "How did you two meet?"

"Oh," I nervously laugh. "Well.."

"Mom, don't make her nervous," Ginny says to her mother.

"No, no, it's fine, really," I reassure them. "I... well, I had just finished my seventh year at Hogwarts and"

"You too were at Hogwarts. How nice!" She comments, that huge gentle smile always on her face.

"Yes, but I've always been very quiet, so I don't think he has ever actually noticed me before we met there, actually," I say.

"Weasleys are louder by nature," Ginny assures me, smiling too.

"He sure is. Anyway, I had finished my last year and I wanted to take a year for myself, after my father's death it's been kind of hard, helping at home when I wasn't at Hogwarts and... yeah, I wanted to paint magical creatures, so I travelled all the way to Romania."

"You paint?" Bill asks, and I nod."Oh wow, you will have to show us some of your work, "

"Yeah, maybe next time I'll bring some." I smile at him.

"Go on," Ginny urges. She looks at me with dreamy eyes.

"I arrive in this camp, and I was almost expecting and hoping they could show me more accurate pictures of dragons to take inspiration from. At first, I found this, I have to say, very rude man, asking me constantly why I was there and why I was bothering them. He also almost threw away the drawing I was showing him to explain why I was there.

"What?! Please tell me Charlie arrived to tell him something, " Ginny exclaims.

"Uhm... no." I laugh softly."No, I spent, I think, a good hour and a half dealing with this man, "

"Oh poor thing," Molly sighs. "And then?"

"I managed to get onto the camp and look at some pictures and drawings, and I started to paint something. So I'm sitting there, painting quietly when suddenly something fell right beside me. Or someone fell right beside me. " I laugh at the memory.

"Really?" Bill asks very amused by his brother's first impression.

"Yes. Not only did he scare me, but he fell on my oil paint, getting it all over him. Especially on his face."

"Oh, that would've been such a great view," Bill laughs.

"It was," I confirm.

"And then?" Ginny asks.

"Then he started to apologise, profusely, saying he would've bought back all the water paint. But I assured him he didn't need to, since my grandfather owed a shop with all the materials I needed."

"Oh my dear boy," Molly tries to hold back the laughter but fails.

"We started to talk, and once I told him I wanted to paint a dragon... well.. that same night, he sneaked me back into the camp and let me meet one of the dragons there. I painted, and he sat there watching me the whole time."

"Awe." Ginny sighed, still that dreamy look on her.

"I hope he's been a gentleman since then," Molly says.

"He is, I promise. He's really great, I can promise you, you did a great job. " I smile at her, and she just waves me off, but I know my words meant a lot.

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We spent the rest of the dinner talking about everything else. I got to talk with Hermione about her parents and about being a muggle-born and the fact that Ron, Harry and her are aboutto start their fourth year, I also got to talk with Ginny about Quidditch and with Bill about his job as curse-breaker at the Bank.

I was having a really good time with everybody that I didn't notice it was getting late.

As everybody is going to bed, Charlie walks up to me, takes my hand, and leads me outside.

"So?" He asks.

"What?" I ask back.

"It went well," he grins.

"Shut up!" I laugh, covering my eyes, feeling embarrassed.

"They love you! I knew it. " I feel him hugging me tightly.

"Yeah, fine, you win. I was scared for nothing, " I say, pushing him away, but he grabs my hand and pulls me back to him.

"Exactly." He keeps grinning.

"They wanted to know about how we've met," I tell him.

"Oh, merlin... now Bill's gonna make fun of me for the rest for my life, " he laughs defeated.

"Sorry, but your sister was so into the story and had that dreamy look on her face..." I explain.

"It's alright, love," he kisses my nose. " I'm happy you felt at home with them. I'm not sure about Bill, but I can't kick him out. "

"Don't be mean," I laugh. "You know I have my eyes on you, only you,"

"I know." He smiles proudly.

"He does have great hair," I murmur.

"What?" He widens his eyes, and I laugh, bringing him in for a kiss.

"Your hair is not so bad either, don't worry,"

He laughs with me, holding me close to him, stroking my sides lovingly.

"You know," he says after a moment. "You were wrong earlier,"

"Uh?"

"I did notice you when we were at Hogwarts," he says, and I let out a gentle laugh, earning a confused look.

"How could you?" I say .I was three years younger than you, and I was... like... very quiet, Charlie. I'm not mad, if that's what you're thinking. " I smile at him to reassure him.

"You liked to paint in the astronomy tower" he starts "you came to the Quidditch matches, yes, but you sat as far as possible so you weren't getting in people's way and they not in yours. You always ate sitting as close as possible to the doors in the Great Hall. And..."he kisses my nose again,"and you drew a new creature for Hagrid every week. "

I look at him confused. How does he know all of this?

"How?" I finally ask.

"Told you. I did notice you, " he smiles.

"But why did you say anything?" I chuckle.

"I don't know, honestly. I guess with me moving to Romania, I didn't want you to feel like I was abandoning you or feel like you had to follow me... I didn't want to break our hearts. " he lets out a nervous chuckle. "It sounds stupid now... seeing how we turned out"

"A little." I chuckle too, "better late than never, people say. Right?"

"Right," he agrees, I kiss him softly. "I love you,"

"I love you too, Charlie." I move my hand to caress his cheek, and he leans into my touch.

"Aaww!" We hear from above us.

We look up in time to see Ginny watching us from an open window and then being dragged inside by Hermione.

"Sorry," she says apologetically before disappearing into the house.

Charlie and I look at each other, laughing.

"Alright, c'mon. Let's go get some sleep, my love. " Charlie leads me back inside.

"Let's," I agree as I follow him.

It did go well after all.

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lizzie-boo · 7 months

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Decorating

Charlie Weasley x GN!Reader

A/N: Fictober Day 8!

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“Darling I love how excited you are to decorate for Halloween but we can’t have a dragon in the front yard,” you tell your boyfriend Charlie.

“Why not, she is a perfect fit plus I won’t have to go as far to check on her.” He smiles at you as he lovingly strokes the head of the baby dragon.

“I know but I’m afraid she may scare the kid when they come by trick or treating.”

As if to prove your point she lets out a small snort that has smoke swirling into the air. Charlie takes a moment to look between you and the dragon before his shoulders drop in defeat.

“It was a great idea,” you reassure him, “but why don’t we let her stay in the backyard for now.”

His face lights up at your compromise and he scoops you into a hug almost lifting you off the ground. He gives you a kiss with a whispered I love you before rushing off to get everything set up.

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daily-hayley568 · 2 years

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could you write a charlie weasley imagine where the reader is the twins best friend and dating charlie in secret and sneaking around together around the holidays/birthdays where the family is all together including her because she’s like family (like harry and hermione)💖

Some Things Are Better Kept Secret|Charlie Weasley

Pairings: Charlie Weasley x fem!reader, platonic Fred weasley x fem!reader, platonic George x fem!reader, dad!sirius x daughter!reader

A/n: I love this! Tysm anon!

Summary: You’ve always been best friends with the twins but their older brother caught your eye.

Warnings: swearing, mentions of sexual content, kissing, use of pet names, age gap, forbidden curses, mentions of death, blood

You had been best friends with the Weasley twins since your first year in Hogwarts. You were sorted into Gryffindor and you were inseparable from Fred and George.

Fred and George planned pranksters. You would charm their victims and lead them into the trap. You all tag-teamed.

The first Christmas you spent with the Weasley’s was your second year Christmas break. Your mother was out of town with her friend and you mentioned that you would be staying at Hogwarts but your two best friends couldn’t have it. They owled their parents and Mrs. Weasley insisted you came to their Christmas. Said she heard so much about the girl who the twins loved.

When you rode the train you sat in the compartment with the twins, and Lee Jordan. Four kids in a compartment playing exploding snap all the way to the train station.

When you arrived at the Burrow, you were attacked by Ron and Ginny, the younger ones. They were so excited to meet the girl that Fred and George couldn’t shut up about.

“Fred talks about you all the time. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” You looked up at the older boy. You knew him as the Gryffindor seeker. It was Charlie Weasley; and he was much more handsome closer then the distance from the pitch.

You swallowed quickly before taking his offered hand in the shake, you rose your eyebrows smirking at Fred and George. “You can’t shut up about me. How sweet.”

Fred rolled his eyes, “You’ve been mentioned.”

You giggled, releasing your hand from Charlie’s. Realistically you were still a kid and he was almost a full grown man, but you couldn’t help but swoon.

You thought that childhood crush would go away, but it never did.

You were now about to start your fifth year. You were once again at the Burrow for Ginny’s birthday party. When Ginny invited you, you were so excited to see the Weasley’s before school started in September. You knew that they were going to Egypt, so you would be separated from your best friends.

Ginny was going into her second year at Hogwarts; Ron, Harry, and Hermione were going into their third, and Percy had recent news of becoming Head Boy.

“Happy birthday, Ginny!” You smiled entering her room.

“Y/N! You’re here!” Ginny ran up to you pulling into a huge hug. You and Ginny had become even closer after the encounter with Tom Riddle.

You smiled when Fred peaked from behind you, “Didn’t even say hi to your best friends?”

“I said hi to Ginny?” You tilted your head, a mischievous glint in your eye.

Fred hit you upside the head, you chuckled elbowing him. “Where’s my favorite twin? George! There you are.” You squeezed past Fred hugging George.

“Hi, Y/N! I think everyone’s about here now.” George grinned.

You turned reluctantly giving a hug to Fred; who was pouting from receiving no love from his best friend.

You four went downstairs to find the trio; Harry, Ron, and Hermione. They were speaking with Bill and Charlie. Fred elbowed you and you hit him upside the head.

“Y/n!” Harry sprinted to you embracing you. You took it as your duty to keep Harry Potter under your wing. You were like his older sister. You never told him his godfather was your dad, or mentioned that he was in Azkaban.

“Heya, Harry.” You grinned.

Ron and Hermione waved. Bill hugged you and Charlie smiled with a wave, not without noticing a new scar on his arm.

At Ginny’s birthday party, you were sitting on the porch watching your friends play a game.

“You don’t want to join them?” You glanced up at Charlie Weasley taking a seat next to you on the step.

You shook your head, “It was a long travel.”

“I agree, apparating from Romania to here was a lot.”

“I’m sure it was. How are your dragons?”

You had never had a conversation with one-on-one with Charlie Weasley and your butterflies were erupting in your stomach. You wanted to choke them all out one by one.

Oh, Godric. His smile was so pretty, “They’re good. A new baby girl was hatched right before I left; Hungarian Horntail.”

“So many people are scared of those dragons; I know they’re much larger than other breeds and their fireballs are longer distance, but I think they can be cute creatures. People are scared of something that’s territorial and bigger than they are.”

Charlie Weasley rose his eyebrows. He didn’t know you knew so much about dragons, “Woah you’re like a dragon expert yourself.” He chuckled nudging you with his arm.

Your arm in return erupted in goosebumps over the ghost of his touch. Gotta get yourself together; your best friends brother? Really, Y/N.

Your thoughts scolded you. You ignored them anyway and decided to listen to Charlie instead of your angry thoughts and your drumming butterflies.

“I wouldn’t say that. I like reading about animals or just reading general, but I have taken an interest to dragons.”

“Maybe I could show you the reserve sometime.” Your face lit up.

“Yeah, maybe.”

You didn’t see Charlie again until that next Christmas. You couldn’t wait either. You begged Remus and your mum to let you stay for the holidays again. Of course they agreed.

At Christmas dinner, you were squeezed between Fred and George. You encouraged them to give the Marauders Map to Harry; leaving out his dad was Prongs himself.

Charlie sat across from you and you both talked about quidditch and dragons again. He told you about how the baby dragon from Ginny’s birthday was doing and you were so entranced with him, you didn’t even hear George asking if you wanted to play quidditch outside.

The twins shrugged and left you to talk with their older brother. You two were left alone before you realized you should head to bed.

“Would you mind if I owled you to ask on how Roxie is doing?” Roxie was the name of the new baby dragon.

“No! It’d be a pleasure to receive letters about dragons and not my mother scolding me from being too far from home.” You giggled shaking your head.

“Goodnight, Charlie.”

“Goodnight Y/N.”

You never told Fred and George you sent letters to Charlie through the rest of fifth year. Remus and your mum knew of course, you couldn’t shut up about Charlie to them. That’s how you and Charlie became good friends.

Then at the end of your fifth year, you were reunited with your father and Harry’s godfather. Harry thought he had been a murderer when he was out, but you knew your dad was innocent. Stories from your mother and Remus made you a firm believer that he was framed. Remus and your mum argued a lot about letting Dumbledore know he was an animagus, of course your mum won that fight.

You loved watching your mum and dad reunite. It was the favorite thing you saw that summer.

You attended the quidditch World Cup with the Weasley’s added Hermione and Harry. You shook your head when your best friends decided to bet all your money.

Worried, but you had full faith in them.

Charlie was there and you gave each small looks. You just turned 17 a few weeks ago. He said he was staying around a bit longer for something he needed to do. You had no idea what.

At the World Cup you and Charlie ended up sitting next to each other on the end. Fred and George were on the other end.

“Who do you think is going to win?” Charlie leaned over to talk in your ear.

You shivered your brain thinking of other times Charlie could be whispering in your ear.

“Ireland. It’s got to be.”

“I agree.” Another dazzling smile from Charlie Weasley himself.

After Ireland won, you and Charlie grinned fist bumping each other. Back at the tent, everyone stayed up for awhile. Arthur rushed everyone to bed after Ginny fell asleep on the table. You and Charlie had slipped out the tent sitting next to each other watching the Irish celebrate their victory.

“You know, I thought you were going to be as annoying as George and Fred are. Then I met you and I was totally wrong.”

“Thanks, though I do cause a lot of trouble with them.”

Over the course of the letters, you and Charlie were now close friends. You still had a raging crush on the boy. His light, platonic touches drove you crazy.

The Weasley family knew about Sirius’ innocence but you told Charlie first. Something ate at you about telling your best friends first, but it was Charlie who you ran to.

“That I also noticed,” Charlie chuckled.

You smiled, “Well I should head to bed. Goodnight Charlie.”

“Night, Love.” You froze at the pet name at the entrance of the tent but you let yourself smile brightly heading into the girl tent.

You knew you didn’t sleep for long when Charlie was shaking you awake, calling your name. You were confused as he pulled you out of tent as you struggled to put your nightrobe on.

“Charlie, what’s going on?”

“Death eaters.”

Your eyes widened as you met everyone in the living room. Fred and George were to take care of Ginny and you were to take care of Harry. Ron and Hermione and you two were to stick together.

Before Charlie took off you both shared a look of stay safe.

You took off with the crowd holding onto Harry’s arm trying to run to the gate, but you both fell getting trampled, becoming unconscious.

When you and Harry woke up, the tents were burned and Harry was stirring beside you. You saw a man and your breath was hesitant, but Harry didn’t.

“Black are you okay?” Harry muttered. The worst time to call each other by last names.

The strange man called the dark mark and you took in a sharp breath but after Harry spoke loud enough the man looked at you both. He ran off.

That’s when you heard a bunch of popping and surrounded by Ministry men. “You’ve be discovered at the scene of the crime!” Barty Crouch shouted.

Barty held a wand to your throat. Arthur came to your rescue. “She’s just a girl!”

“So? She’s Sirius Black’s daughter. He probably sent her to do this himself! Where’s your tent, Arthur.”

Arthur opened up the tent and the rest of the group shot up seeing Harry enter.

“Where’s Y/N?” George asked him and his twin worried sick. Thought he didn’t voice it, Charlie was too. Harry looked at his shoes not responding.

“Get in there!” Barty Crouch shoved you onto the couch.

“What’s going on?” Charlie asked; you looked frustrated.

“Y/N Black was discovered at the scene of the crime! She conjured the dark mark.” Barty accused.

“I didn’t! You can’t arrest me because of my relations? What about you? Your son?” You asked tilting your head and Barty gasped.

“How do you know about that?”

“My father.” You spat. “Check my wand. Check Harry’s wand. I. Didn’t. Cast. It.” Barty took both of your wands and checked it. You both didn’t cast the spell.

“Sorry for the inconvenience.” Barty muttered.

After all that, you were lying in bed and couldn’t sleep. So you walked to a room you knew you could find rest in.

Charlie was still awake when you walked in. “Can I sleep with you? I just-“ you swallowed, your voice small. I cant sleep and I’m scared, Charlie.”

Charlie opened his arms and you climbed on into the bed cuddling in his arms, “What you did was pretty badass.” You giggled.

“Well, I didn’t want to go to Azkaban.”

He grinned, his fingers playing with the ends of your hair. You fell asleep much easier with your head on his chest and him playing with your hair.

That night passed, and you were back at Hogwarts with your best friends. After the first years were sorted , the triwizard tournament was announced. Luckily, you turned 17 last June. You stuck your tongue out at the twins because they didn’t reach the age limit.

You decided why not and you entered the tournament.

Charlie Weasley apparently got wind that you one of the four champions. He was so pissed. You two had never even had an argument until now. He told you that you were just a kid and shouldn’t be doing the dangers that was coming for you.

You were furious. He thought of you as a kid? You didn’t write back for the next month. The four champions were as listed: Y/N Black, Harry Potter, Victor Krum, and Fleur Delacour.

The first task is when you saw Charlie again. You didn’t even look at him. You got the Swedish short-snout. Luckily you knew a lot about this dragon, and the Hungarian Horntail so you gave Harry tips when no one was paying attention.

Before it was your turn, Charlie dragged you privately.

“You’re crazy.”

“Thought I was just a kid.” You hugged. Charlie sighed running a hand through his hair.

“I’m sorry. You’re not a kid. You’re too strong. I was just angry when I wrote that. I just worry about you a lot.” He sighed rubbing a hand up and down your arm.

“Promise me you’ll be careful.”

“I do what it takes to win.”

“Y/n one more thing.” You rose your eyebrows, “I want you to know-“ the cannon shouted and they screamed Black. It was your turn.

Without another word, you ran off to fight your dragon.

You tied first with Harry.

Charlie returned to Romania and you didn’t see him until Christmas. You were getting ready for the third task; you and Harry still tied. You joked about winning this thing together and it seemed possible.

At Christmas, you found yourself alone with Charlie after everyone had gone to bed. You both were sipping tea and just talking. “Have you ever tried firewhiskey?”

You shook your head and Charlie left before bringing back a bottle of it. He poured you and himself a glass. You took a sip letting the warm feeling travel down your throat. “Delicious.”

He chuckled, “Are you worried about the third task?”

You shook your head, “I’ve got Harry. I don’t care if I win.”

He smiled, continuing to sip his whiskey. Maybe you two drank too much. But Charlie ended up kissing you and you kissing him back. He mumbled something about tired dancing around stuff.

You were on the couch, his mouth on yours in a kiss of passion and heat. He slipped his tongue in your mouth and you moaned into his. He chuckled pulling back with a wide grin.

You and Charlie began to sneak around after that. The rest of the holidays ended up with kisses on the couch. You never talked about it after you went back to Hogwarts.

It was time for the third task. You and Harry decided to grab the cup together and it was a portkey. You were taken to a graveyard. You were left unconscious next to the trophy and Harry groaned getting up.

He noticed the grave that read tom riddle on it. He needed to get out of here. Before he could grab you and the key. Wormtail casted a spell to keep him bound to the tree.

He dropped Voldemort in a boiling cauldron, cut his arm off, sliced Harry’s for blood. Voldemort was back.

You were still unconscious when Voldemort talked to Harry.

Voldemort touched Harry’s scar before he noticed you. He kicked you and you let out a groan, stirring. Harry prayed that Voldemort would leave you alone.

“She’s important to you. I can tell.” The noseless man said to the scar boy. “Crucio!” Right as you began to stand you were back on the ground writing in pain, screaming in agony. It felt like needles were being plunged into your skin. Then he released the spell, you could breathe again.

Wrong. “Crucio!” He screamed again and that was the torture. Thinking that it was over but it wasn’t.

You couldn’t stand the pain and you were losing consciousness. Then it all stopped. Were you dead? No. You could hear Harry. Harry was fighting him. Next thing you knew you were back at the stadium, crying to be let go of. You didn’t know who was touching you.

There was cheering but it suddenly stopped when Harry was crying over your body. Your mum and Remus leaped out of the stands running towards you followed by the Weasley kids who were attending Hogwarts.

“Y/N?” George or Fred whispered, you couldn’t tell.

You blinked your eyes open tears spilling, “Harry.” You rasped holding onto his arm. He was sobbing. “It hurts.”

“I know it does, Sis. You got to stay with me your the closest family I have! Y/N!” Charlie was now at your side stroking your hair.

“Are you crying, Charles?” You whispered. “I told I’d win.” You tried to grin but it was more of a grimace.

“I told you to be safe too.” Charlie muttered.

Dumbledore finally arrived with mad-eye moody. “Harry what happened?”

“Voldemort!” He cried, “he’s.. he’s back. He could tell we were close somehow and just started Crucio after Crucio. She went through so many! I thought.. I thought she was dead.” The poor boy was heartbroken at the fact he could’ve lost his sister tonight. Charlie scooped you up and carried you to the hospital wing.

After a couple days of rest, you woke up feeling less painful and Charlie was sitting there. “How are you feeling?”

“Better, since you’re here.” He rolled his eyes with a smile.

“You scared me. I thought you were going to die without me telling you something because I was too afraid too.”

“What’s that?”

“What if you died before I told you I was in love with you?” He whispered grasping your hand.

“Well if I was dead I wouldn’t be able to tell you I’m in love with you too.” He grinned kissing your lips, lightly. He was scared of hurting you.

That summer you, mum, and Remus moved to the Grimmauld Place.

“Dad!”

“Buttercup!” You ran into your fathers embrace with a giddy smile. You hadn’t seen him in a good while. He visited you when you were sick but now you got to live with him.

You had just turned 18. You were secretly dating Charlie Weasley and you got to move in with your dad. Best year ever!

The Weasley’s also moved in and you, Fred, and George worked on their products. You and Harry gave your winnings to the twins so they could do their joke shop.

Charlie was there for the summer too. You were of age so you got to join the Order. During those meetings you sat beside Charlie. He had his hand on your thigh and you played his fingers in his lap.

It was subtle, no one could tell. Except Sirius, he loved to tease you about him.

Late nights was included Charlie in your room full of cuddles, kisses and your favorites. You always made sure to lock the door so no one saw you and Charlie and entangled limbs.

Your secret was falling apart. Or you two just didn’t care. You brought up to the twins what if you and Charlie went places and they said they didn’t mind. Though one morning you did forget to lock the door.

“Y/N!” You shot awake off Charlie’s chest. George was holding an order form. “Charlie?”

Eyes wide you turned to Charlie who was smirking and starting to lean against the headboard. He brought you on his lap. “Meet my girlfriend.”

“No. Fucking. Way.”

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Let Her Go - Charlie Weasley x Reader

A/N: I'm so sorry this is so bad.

Word Count: 2,922

Warnings: Fluff to angst real fast

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2014

"Uncle Charlie?" A young boy asked, sitting beside his favorite uncle on the couch, "Can I ask you a question?"

"Let me think about it." Charlie teased, elbowing his nephew with his arm, "You know you can ask me anything, Hugo."

Hugo nodded, fiddling with a stuffed dragon in his lap, not daring to meet his Uncle's eyes, "Why didn't you ever get married?"

Charlie sunk back into his seat, releasing a sigh, "You really want to know?"

"Yes."

"I almost did."

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1986

"Charlie!" You called out, running at full force to catch up to him as he walked through the long corridors.

The ginger turned, a smile spreading across his face as he slowed to a stop, waiting for you to catch up.

Once you caught up, the two of you walked side by side, clutching piles of books to your chests.

"You won't believe what Tonks did in potions." You exclaimed, a laugh escaping your lips as you descended the stairs down to Care of Magical Creatures. It was Charlie's favorite class, the one he was most passionate about. And you had no doubt that he'd probably end up as the professor one day.

He quirked a brow, "Do I want to know?"

"That depends on how much you like Snape." You teased, nudging him with your elbow.

"Well, now I've gotta know, Y/N!"

"Alright, so I was sitting next to Tonks in potions and…"

It was moments like these, when you became so animated sharing a story that Charlie felt his heart skipped a beat. He had never exactly thought about settling down. But one look at you and he knew. He knew you were the love of his life.

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1987

"Did you hear about the Celestial Ball coming up?" Charlie asked you one day, his heart practically beating out of his chest. He knew that there was a good chance that you already had a date lined up by now, but he held out hope that you hadn't.

You nodded, "I did. Dumbledore did announce it in front of the entire cafeteria, after all."

"I suppose he did." Charlie responded, giving you a small smile, "I was just wondering if you'd gotten a date yet?"

"Oh." Your bottom lip puckered, "I just assumed that we were going together. But if you're taking someone else, it's no harm done. I won't mind."

He shook his head, "No! No, I was going to ask you. I just didn't want to ask if you already had someone lined up.

"You're the only one I'd want lined up." You say, offering a smile, your arm brushing his as you walked to Charms.

"Same for me." His face turned red at the thought of taking you to the ball, "I mean, I don't want myself lined up. I was talking about you. You're the only one I'd want lined up. Sorry, I'm not very good at this."

You laughed, gently patting his back, "Oh, Charlie, you're fine, really. I understood what you meant."

He couldn't help but admire and envy your kindness. You understood him, at times, more than he understood himself. You could unscramble anything he said, even when it didn't make sense. He had plenty of friends, being on the Quidditch team, but at the end of the day, you were the only one he wanted to see in the crowd.

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1987

You descended the stairs down to the ballroom, your deep blue robes swishing behind you, golden thread sewn into the fabric to appear as constellations. You were breathtaking.

Charlie waited for you at the bottom of the stairs, eventually abandoning the idea and running up to meet you halfway, skipping a step as he went.

"You look stunning, Y/N." He said, unable to take his eyes off of you.

You smiled in response, "Thank you, Charlie. You don't look half bad yourself."

He swallowed the bile rising in his throat, breaking out into a small sweat as the two of you reached the bottom of the staircase.

"I have a confession." He said, his head hanging low.

"What is it?" You asked, a hand resting on his shoulder for support, "You know you can tell me anything."

"I can't dance." He admitted, "I've tried a dozen times and I just… I can't. I don't remember the moves or anything. My leading is even worse."

You thought about it for a moment, "I can lead, if you'd like. It'd take some of the pressure off of you."

"And who said we had to be good at dancing? As long as we're having a good time, I don't see the harm in stepping on your toes a few times." You added, with a teasing tone.

Charlie smiled at you. You always had a solution, a way to fix problems. Not just yours, or his own, but everyone's. Nearly everyone in your year came to you when they needed help. It took a toll on you at times, but you enjoyed being there for them. It was one of the reasons you were made prefect. He wouldn't have you any other way.

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1988

"Are you nervous?" You asked, adjusting his red and gold tie, "You've dreampt about dragons for years, and now you're finally seeing one. I've got a feeling you're about to jump out of your skin."

Charlie sighed, "I've been waiting for this for fifteen years. I'm afraid I'll mess up or be engulfed in flames. But this could also be the happiest moment of my life."

"You don't think the birth of your child will be the happiest moment of your life?" You asked, "You need to sort out your priorities, Weasley."

"I'd prefer to get married before doing the whole children thing." He said as you finished fixing his tie.

You gazed up at him, "And who's going to be the lucky bride/groom/one?"

His whole time at Hogwarts had been leading up to this. If something crazy happened and he were to die at a dragon's talons, he had to say it. He had to tell you how he felt.

"I'm hoping it'll be you."

Your eyes widened, shock pulsing through your body. He was afraid he had made a mistake, jepordizing your friendship. But it needed to be done.

He turned away, "Sorry, I'll see you after class, Y/N. Hope-"

You pressed a kiss to his cheek, standing on the tips of your toes to reach his face. Then, you turned away, looking back once or twice to see him standing rigidly.

A smile spread on his face, and he stood there for a moment before walking to Care of Magical Creatures. He was on top of the world.

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1989

"Tell me, how much trouble have Fred and George gotten into so far? It's what, their fourth time in detention in a week?" You asked, "Mcgonnagal's going to hand her hands tied with those two, you know."

Charlie sighed, "At least Mum gets a break, with Bill off in Egypt and the four of us here at Hogwarts."

"How are Ron and Ginny doing?" You questioned, "With all of their siblings being off?"

"They're doing as well as they can for being nine and eight. They're still young, so they'll probably be trying to get into the attic to see the ghoul."

You stepped back, "You have a ghoul in your attic? Is it friendly?"

"More or less." He responded, "It'll bang on the pipes when the house is too quiet, though. Can't imagine the ruckus it's making without Fred and George there. Probably having a conniption fit as we speak."

"I'm sure your mum will love that." You snorted, covering your mouth with your hand in embarassement before chanigng the subject, "And how about you? How are you holding up?"

Confused, he tilt his head, "About what? The dragons?"

"No, Charlie, not about the dragons. The O.W.L.S.. Have you been studying?"

"I've barely been sleeping from all the studying. This is what will get me into that dragon program in Romania." He said eagerly, although it was a bit of a touchy subject for the two of you.

You would have been content with working for the ministry under the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, but Charlie wanted something new, something freeing.

So the two of you had agreed not to talk about it until the end of seventh year. But as the end of sixth approached, you worried that you would lose each other. It broke your heart to think about, but you knew that once he had his mind set on something, nothing would come in his way.

"Well, if you want to get a high score, you need to get some rest." You reminded him, resting your head on his shoulder, "Studying will only get you so far, you need to get some rest, alright?"

He nodded, "Don't worry, I will."

"Good."

Charlie headed back to his room shortly after, slipping under his quilt. He turned on his side, gazing at the picture he kept of you on his nightstand. Your hair flowing rapidly in the wind. With a smile, he closed his eyes, drifting into a deep sleep.

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1989

It was a warm April day and you were laying on Charlie's lap, staring at the clouds above you when he asked you a question that had the potential to change your lives.

"Marry me."

You initially laughed it off, "Alright."

"Really?" He asked, surprised, inclining his head to face you.

You lifted yourself from his lap, raising a brow, "What are you going on about?"

"I think we should get married?"

"And when did you get that idea?"

Charlie shrugged, "Always figured it would happen, but I got the idea just now."

"So you think I'll say yes and we'll just go get married?"

"Why not?"

"Charlie." You began, "We're fifth years. We can't get married even if we wanted to."

When he didn't respond, you continued, "Besides, you'd have to propose to me first. And even after that, it takes a while to plan a wedding."

"Oh." He said, slumping in defeat. You went back to your previous position, contentedly laying your head in his lap.

But it didn't last long. He sat back up, causing you to slide off his lap, "Then I'll just propose to you."

You pushed yourself up off the grass, "Bloody hell, Charlie."

"So, what do you say, marry me?"

"Where's my ring?" You teased, crossing your arms.

Charlie merely pulled out his wand, plucked a blade of grass, and muttered a spell under his breath that turned the green blade into a ring. A nearby flower was turned into a shimmering gem that nestled itself into the center of the ring.

Your jaw dropped, "When I asked about the ring, I was joking..."

"Not joking now, are you?"

You shook your head, leaning in to get a closer look at the ring, "It's beautiful for a piece of dirt."

"Grass." He corrected, holding it out, "So, what do you say? Will you, Y/N, marry me?"

Pretending to think about it for a moment, you shrugged, "Hmm... I don't know..."

"Oh come on, woman, what do you want from me?"

"Oh, hush, Weasley." You laughed, pressing a kiss to his lips, "Yes, I'll marry you, but only if you promise to keep it between us."

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1991

"Charlie, how is this going to work?." You said, seated across from him in the library.

His shoulders sagged, "How is what going to work?"

"Getting married."

Charlie shrugged, "I dunno, we'll figure out a way to make it work."

"But you're planning on going to Romania."

"So? You're planning on working for the Ministry."

"Which is thousands of miles away from one another."

He let out a long sigh, "I never really thought about that."

"So what are we going to do, Charlie?" You asked, "I don't want to break things off, but I want to have some idea of what my future will look like."

He thought about it for a moment, "Then don't."

"Don't what?" Confusion masked your face, "I don't understand."

"We'll hold off on getting married, stay engaged until we're both happy in our careers. I'll get to experience life in Romania, and you'll get to work here in London. Eventually one of us will get tired of our jobs and want to leave."

"Charlie, it might work temporarily, but we can't keep putting this off." You sighed, placing your head in your hands.

He pressed a kiss to your temple, "I know."

But he didn't know.

A few weeks later, you turned around one of the many corridors after Charms and found Charlie running up to you, a large smile spread across his lips.

He slowed to a stop before you, taking your hands into his, "I got it, Y/N. I got the internship."

"Internship?" You questioned, "What on earth are you talking about, Charlie?"

His heart sank. He hadn't told you.

"Y/N, I need to tell you something and it's not going to be easy, alright?" He said, lowering his voice and pulling you to the side of the corridor, "I applied for an internship at the Romanian Dragon Sanctuary a few months ago… and I got it."

You stared at him dead in the eye, "And you just weren't going to tell me?"

"No, I was going to. I didn't want to cause any trouble… I didn't even think I'd get in!"

"No, Charlie. You don't get to go around and do whatever you want behind my back and expect me to go along with it. You said we'd talk about it. And we didn't. You had every moment to tell me. Before you applied, when you applied, even a few days after. And you didn't." You hissed, turning in the other direction.

He reached for your hand, but you tugged it away, turning your head back to him, "And for the record, Charlie, I'm really proud of you. I'm really proud of you for getting the internship. But what I'm not proud of is the fact that you kept this from me."

"I'm done, Charlie. With all of this. I can't keep taking all of this back and forth. It's exhausting. I'm sorry, Charlie, I can't."

With that, you walked towards your common room without another word.

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2014

Charlie spared his nephew the details of how devastated he had been when you had called it quits, but made sure to give him the overall picture.

"Did you ever talk to her again?" Hugo asked, swinging his feet, "You must have really loved her."

He sighed, "No, I haven't spoken to her since that night in the corridor. I've sent her plenty of owls, but I've gotten no response. But I still love her, Hugo, I still do."

"So why don't you marry her?" He asked.

"It's not that easy, bud." Charlie sighed, "If it was, I would have."

Hugo frowned, "I wish I could have met her."

"Me too."

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2019

Charlie held Hugo's hand as he walked him to the platform.

"Thanks for being here, Uncle Charlie." He smiled, "You didn't have to come."

"What are Uncles for?" Charlie quipped, "I wanted to be here."

They ran into the platform, appearing on the other side mere moments later. Ron and Hermione followed suit behind the two of them, "Are we chopped liver, Hugo?"

"No offence, mum, but Uncle Charlie works with dragons. He's way cooler."

Rose scoffed teasingly, "This is why I'm the favorite."

"Are not!" Hugo retorted angrily.

The siblings continued to bicker, but Charlie hardly noticed. He only saw you, your hands smoothing down a teenager's robes, talking sternly to him.

He could just barely make out what you were saying.

"Now, Y/N/N (your nephew's name), promise me that you'll stay out of trouble. You're in your sixth year now, there's no excuse."

"Aunt Y/N…" He groaned, rolling his head back, "I'll behave, I promise."

You brushed his h/c hair away from his face, tapping his cheek gently, "I love you, Y/N/N."

He leaned in to give you a hug, already towering over you at sixteen, "I love you, too."

With that, he turned towards the express and climbed aboard, his black and red robes flowing behind him.

Hugo approached his uncle, giving him a quick hug before skipping off to the train, climbing aboard with a smile on his face. He eagerly waved goodbye as the train started to depart.

Charlie waved back, and within moments, the train disappeared.

He looked back to where you stood, time at a standstill. Then you twist your head back, meeting his gaze.

Without even thinking, he was walking over to you. His heart was beating out of his chest with every step he took. Finally, he was standing before you, offering a small smile, "Y/N."

"Charlie."

"Saying your goodbyes?"

"More like "see you soon's", but yes." You responded, "My sister/brother passed when my nephew was an infant, so I've been raising him for the past fifteen years now."

He nodded, "Is he a hand full?"

"You know all the trouble Fred and George got into?"

"I do."

"That, but with one child instead of two."

Charlie couldn't help but laugh, "You ever have any of your own?"

"Me? No, no, I never settled down. What about you?"

"Me neither." He responded, "Y/N, I-"

But you cut him off, tugging the chain around your neck up so he could see what was on it. He inhaled sharply when he saw the ring he made you dangling from the dainty chain.

"I've worn this ever since we said goodbye all those years ago, Charlie. No one else was ever going to have my heart. It was always you."

He took a step forward, "Your picture is still on my nightstand, Y/N. The same one I had at Hogwarts."

A hint of a smile appeared on your face, "Are you free for brunch?"

"I can make time."

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Congratulations on your marriage! I would like to request a ship pls 💍

My gender is female, and the fandom is either Stranger Things or Harry Potter (you can choose which one lol). I'm a pretty short person, around 5'2, and I have medium length, straight. black hair. I don't know if this matters, but I have a pretty tan skintone too. I'm a Virgo, and my MBTI is INFJ. I really enjoy drawing, crocheting, FROGS OMG, and nature. I'm also introverted, like, REALLY QUIET, but I can get a little goofy sometimes when I warm up to people. I consider myself kind and gentle, and I don't really have the strength to hurt others (even lil bugs alskhjf). I'm kind of like that "really quiet friend." but also talented and artistic!

(im so sorry if that was a lot to process ksajfh)

Again, congratulations! I really love your fics, they really make my days better <33

I ship you with: Charlie Weasley!

Yes yes, I know this might seem weird because we know the Weasley boys are LOUD but -

I feel like that's why it would be perfect. Opposites attract and all that. He'd be drawn to you, thinking you were all mysterious (when in reality, you're just introverted (although who knows maybe you are mysterious)) and wanting to get to know you better. Your relationship starts slow. You're friends first but Charlie falls quickly for you. Your kindness, your deep love for all living beings, your artsy side, your jokes that always come out of nowhere - he can't think of a reason not to love you. You listen to him go on and on about his dragons, he listens to you talk endlessly about frogs and it is clear to everyone around you guys that you are meant to be 🧡

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Thank you for sending a request in! I hope you're happy with this 🧡 Also - I love frogs too!! They're my favorites!!

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Surprise Visit - Charlie Weasley

Summary: You visit Charlie at work and end up in a cage with three tiny dragons. The eventful night leads to a surprising confession.

Requested: yes

Pairing: witch!reader x Charlie Weasley

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You can’t remember how this happened, but you suddenly found yourself in a cage with three baby dragons. Cute one might think. Yes, unless you’re deeply terrified of the creatures. Dragons, big or small, friendly or deadly; they’re all the same to you. It’s why people thought you and Charlie were an odd pair. While at Hogwarts he did everything he could to learn about the mortifying creatures while you stayed as far away from them as you could. It’s why it took you so long to visit your friend.

You’d usually meet somewhere in between your and Charlie’s workplace, but you wanted to surprise him. It’s painfully obvious that you didn’t think this through. One minute you’re talking to his co-workers and the next you’re in this cage. You’d simply asked them where Charlie was and somehow you landed with three dragons.

Here you are in the corner of a cage while three baby dragons are lurking at you. Their eyes connect with yours while they walk towards you, making you panic even worse. You’re paralysed from fear.

“What are you doing in there,” a voice calls out before you completely lose it.

“Charlie, is that you? Please tell me it’s you,” you answer.

And just like that he appears in front of you, his back towards you and his focus on the dragons. He pets the creatures slowly and they have the audacity to close their eyes in content like they weren’t going to eat you just minutes ago. As soon as the dragons are satisfied Charlie takes your hand and aparates you both out of the cage.

He immediately turns to you. “Was that some ‘I’ll face my fears’-thing,” he asks with furrowed brows.

“God, no. I have respect for your interest in them, but I don’t think I’ll ever face that fear,” you answer, suppressing a shudder.

“Then why were you inside the cage?”

“Honestly, Charlie, I have no idea what happened. I was talking to your colleagues and when I asked them where you were I landed in here,” you say, the disbelief still evident in your voice.

“I can’t believe they’d do something so stupid,” Charlie murmurs to himself.

He angrily walks towards the place where you met his co-workers.

“Normally when someone asks for one of us we transport them to where that person is. However, we’re supposed to ask more information instead of just…just poofing them away,” Charlie says frustrated.

“It’s alright, Charlie. You were there fast enough. They or you didn’t know I was coming. I guess I should’ve let you know.”

“Y/n, that is not the problem. They should’ve used their brains.”

Before you can say anything, you reach the group of Charlie’s co-workers.

“Which one of you idiots put her in a cage with three dragons,” he angrily asks them. There’s a hint of rage in his voice, something that surprises both you and his companions. Charlie’s usually very calm and collected.

You don’t know if it’s idiocy or bravery, but someone actually speaks up, trying to make it right that he broke their protocol.

“Look man,” Ack, not a good start of your sentence buddy. “She was looking for you and when someone is looking for one of us we send them your way. If you happen to be in a cage so be it.”

It’s clear he just shot every chance at redemption. His co-workers shake their heads and Charlie visibly shakes from anger.

“So be it,” the anger in Charlie’s voice is unmistakable, “We don’t send people on their merry way until we at least know what they’re here for. Only then we can evaluate if it’ll be okay to just aparate them. She was in a cage, all by herself, with no experience of how to handle a dragon because she’s terrified of them. So good job, you almost got her killed.”

Charlie ends the discussion with that and walks towards the exit. Maybe you should’ve been embarrassed or annoyed that he just outed your biggest fear, but the way he stood up for you… It awakened something inside of you. Something you thought was long gone.

Yes, during your time at Hogwarts you lived the cliché of falling in love with your best friend. You never acted on it because you knew Charlie didn’t feel the same. You would each go different directions once you graduated anyway. So you pushed all of your feelings down. But now, hearing Charlie stand up for you, it made those feelings resurface.

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After eating dinner at Charlie’s place, you sit in his garden by the fire pit.

“I still can’t believe you were in a cage with three dragons,” he chuckles.

“You don’t have to tell me,” you say while trying to supress a shudder, but failing miserably.

Mistaking your shudder for being cold, Charlie puts a blanket around the both of you and pulls you close. You relax into his hold and let out a happy sigh.

“Did you ever think we’d lose touch once we’d leave Hogwarts,” you whisper, barely audible out of fear for his answer.

“No,” Charlie answers without a doubt in his voice, “Is that what you thought would happen?”

“Yes, maybe,” you confess.

Charlie sucks in a breath and you can tell he didn’t expect that.

You continue: “It’s not because I secretly hated you or something. It’s… It’s… We’re very different. I still don’t know how we connected. The girl terrified of most magical animals and the boy so obsessed with them. You lit up every time you talked about them, you still do. I knew that once we graduated you’d find a job working with magical creatures, preferably dragons and I would end up at the ministry. I was so scared of losing you, Charlie. I thought there’d be no room for me anymore, especially if you got to work with dragons.”

The silence stretches on. When you look at Charlie, you can see he’s trying to find the right words.

“I always knew there would be a place for you wherever I’d go. I know we have different interests, but that doesn’t mean we’re not compatible or can no longer be friends. It’s our differences that make us fit so perfectly. I know we don’t see each other that often, but we send lots of letters and meet up whenever we can,” he hesitates then, not sure if he should continue. “I don’t know if what I’m going to say next is going to ruin everything or make everything better. But y/n I like you, like a lot so I always knew I had to do everything I could to make sure you’d stay in my life. And I know that if my feelings were reciprocated we would both try to see each other more.”

His eyes search yours after his confession. You can’t believe he just confessed having feelings for you, the same feelings you’ve been carrying around ever since Hogwarts.

“Yes,” you breathe out.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, the feelings are mutual.” You give him a love sick smile which he returns.

“I’m going to kiss you now,” he announces while already leaning closer. You nod and meet him halfway. Charlie’s lips are against yours. You’re kissing Charlie.

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Dragons & You (Charlie Weasley)

Harry Potter drabble

Everyone knows that Charlie Weasley loves dragons. But his fascination wasn’t as simple as studying them. No, he decided to dedicate his life to them. The interest was so deep that he even moved to Romania for them. For Charlie, nothing in his life was more important than dragons. Not until you came along.

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Charlie Weasley x reader

soft/ comfort

Charlie gets hurt, you aren't best pleased.

Admire from a Safe Distance.

"I fucking hate you." You blinked away the familiar burn of tears and glared at your stupid, loving awesome boyfriend.

"No, you don't. But I'm sorry." Charlie offered, arms out wide and you carefully relaxed into them do as not to hurt him.

"You'd think for someone who constantly works with potentially deadly animals, you'd have a bit more awareness." Your fingers brushed over the bandages across his chest hiding claw marks that were sure to be scars.

"Well yes, but have you seen him. He's so pretty I was admiring him."

"Yes but next time please admire from a safe distance, dear. I love you and next time it might be fire and not claws."

"But you'll love me anyways?" His fingers were running over your head, gently settling on the base of your neck, thumb gently stroking the skin there.

"Dead or alive." You mumbled with a sigh, Charlie Weasley might very well be the death of you.

"Unfortunately for both of us." You couldn't help the soft snort of laughter as you felt him press a kiss to your forehead.

"Hurry up and get better, I miss your breakfast waffles." One of the few things Charlie was good at making, usually reliant on the Sanctuary canteen or you bothering to cook.

"On it, Egg." You stifled a smile at the pet name kissed him on the cheek.

"Get better." He smiles softly at you, all brown eyes and crinkles and freckles, he holds onto your hand for a little longer you finger letting go slowly as you left the Medi-tent.

Now you had to go inform one overbearing Molly Weasley that her second eldest had an accident but he was fine and yes, they would come for the family get together at the Burrow.

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sunburns & dragons (charlie weasley & reader) (9/??)

CHAPTER DIRECTORY

TAGLIST AT THE BOTTOM! (Let me know if you'd like to be added or if I've missed you!) A/N: "I'll try to update every 2 weeks." Uh - sorry. This is only edited once so I apologize for any mistakes. I thought it was better to get this out and keep things moving than holding onto it forever! Hope you enjoy. (:

WARNING: Y/N starts to get horny. Short descriptors of sexual situations. Minors DNI!

CHAPTER 9: As the days go on, Charlie's presence arouses some very... interesting thoughts within you. One night, his actions towards another man makes you question his feelings for you. And if that wasn't complicated enough, you get an urgent message from Molly. (6.2k words)

CHAPTER 9: THE PASSENGER SEAT

“This is exactly why I said not to apparate into the apartment!” You shrieked as you shut the bathroom door so hard it nearly flung off its hinges.

Or so you thought. The amount of force you used wasn’t quite sufficient so the door decided to spring back to you like a boomerang. When you realized it wasn’t going to shut, you chucked out a spare towel as a distraction.

“Have you considered maybe,”—Charlie, who’d just apparated into the apartment, ducked to avoid the towel—“closing the door for privacy?”

You took the opportunity to shut the door. “I needed to vent the air out,” you retorted, your voice muffled by the barrier.

“Sure you did,” Charlie responded, his voice seeping through the small crack below.

“I will vent it into your room, Charlie,” you threatened. “And you’re not going to like it when your room feels like a rainforest.”

“How would you know I don’t like the heat?”

You choked.

“Look on the bright side, (Y/N),” Charlie reminded. “You weren’t naked.”

“May as well have been,” you grumbled as you slipped into your room, the humid air sticking to your form as you walked.

“I’ve seen you in much less,” was Charlie’s response. Barely there, but your ears always perked up for whatever he said.

You stilled in front of your closet, your face tingling. ”That was one time.”

The day you accidentally walked out in a slip dress in front of Charlie was permanently burned in your mind. So, you’d taken to wearing more in the living room so Charlie couldn’t poke fun of your state of (un)dress. Living with him was proving to be quite habit-changing indeed.

You walked back out in a t-shirt and sweatpants, leaving no more than a couple inches of skin exposed. You were amused to find Charlie on the sofa, tinkering with an artifact. You crossed your arms and drummed your fingers on your deltoid. “Now, will you promise to stop apparating into the apartment?”

“No promises,” Charlie said languidly as he reclined back on the couch, spreading his legs out and continuing to scrape some rust off the artifact with his nail. His fingers were so long—and it was then that you’d lost the ability to speak, the tortuous vision in front of you forcing your mouth agape.

You ripped your eyes away, pivoted towards the kitchen, and inhaled deeply through your nostrils. You couldn’t, shouldn’t, really, really, shouldn’t be imagining what was laying in-between his limbs. But faster than you could control your impulses, your imagination went off to the races: what did it look like? If the laws of proportion held true and if Charlie’s appendage was anything like his body, it would surely rest thick and heavy in your hands. Maybe it would be red and freckled like him.

You saw a brief image kneeling in front of Charlie, knees digging into the marble floor, your hands wrapped around his cock, mouth parting to accommodate his girth, his pupils blown wide, his blue eyes fluttering close, his head thrown back as his hands remained tangled in your hand, “good girl”—

Holy. Shit.

It was one thing to dream about it in the privacy of your bedroom, but doing it in front of Charlie seemed invasive, and you were absolutely fucked if he had mind-reading abilities of any sort. Given how everything came to him with ease, you wouldn’t be surprised if he was watching your thoughts like a film reel. Red in the face, you went into the kitchen to pour yourself a glass of cold water and slammed a scoop full of ice cubes into your cup. You chugged. Not effective. You needed another shower and preferably at a temperature that was below freezing this time.

Your heart rate persisted its course of flying through the roof. What was this? You either needed to scrub your mind clean of all the Madame Millicent you’d consumed the past couple weeks or just plain get your priorities straight. You abhorred when Fred spread his legs on the sofa or on a public bench. You told him straight to his face that it looked—and was—improper, and it took space from others, especially on the tram or a bench. So why was it that when Charlie did it, you instead wanted to jump his bones?

“(Y/N),” Charlie called out.

“Yes?” You turned slowly, fingers maintaining a death grip on your glass. Here it came: his confession of his mind-reading abilities.

“Come here.”

You felt as if someone had punched your windpipe. Cracked it into little pieces. How cruel of him to predisposition you to respiratory disease at the tender age of 23.

You shuffled slowly towards him, a cold sweat prickling your skin because of what he was going to say or do.

“Sit,” he commanded.

“Where?” You blurted.

Charlie raised an eyebrow. “Here, of course.” He patted to the cushion to his left and you immediately complied.

“You’re acting funny,” he observed, cocking his head.

“Really?” You questioned. “I don’t think so.”

His lips lifted into a curious smile. You leaned forward to set your water down on the table, grateful that it allowed you to break eye contact with Charlie— a much-needed moment of respite.

“See this?” Charlie placed the artifact, which you now discovered was a fossil, in your hands. A current of electricity ran through your fingers, each inch of skin blooming with the intensity of a thousand fireworks. And as if that wasn’t enough touch, he swung his left arm around you before finding your hand again. You shuddered when his larger, callused hands covered yours completely.

Hands. Hands and fingers in your hair, simultaneously pulling your strands and forcing your head down on his cock.

You shuffled your position on the couch, trying to mitigate the growing heat in between your legs.

Charlie’s thumb brought you back to reality, guiding yours over a ridge on the fossil and onto the ribs of whatever creature had been buried in sediment and imprinted upon the rock. “Bill brought it back from Egypt for me. It’s a Nundu, or at least what they’re known as now, from over five thousand years ago. Evolved a lot since. Pretty neat, don’t you reckon?”

“Yes.”

Charlie pouted. “I thought you’d be more interested.”

“I am!” you said, squinting your eyes and leaning closer to inspect every speck of bone in the fossil.

“I’ve been told you quite enjoy magical creatures.”

You paused. “By who?”

Charlie leaned in, hovering a mere two inches from your face, and teased, “Can’t tell you.”

“Why not?”

“I was sworn to secrecy lest I be cursed by the fury of a thousand Whizbangs.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Fred? George? Both?”

Charlie leaned back onto the sofa again and grinned. “Maybe.”

Your pulse quickened. “What did they say?”

“Nothing more than the fact you took the elective together,” Charlie said. “I just thought it was unlike you. Why’s that got you all worked up, hm?”

You rubbed the back of the fossil, asking yourself the same question. What did it matter if Charlie learned about the fact that you’d basically flunked Care of Magical Creatures? You’d only taken the class because Fred and George insisted you should stick together, but your fear of the same creatures took precedence and the rest was history.

“You know how Fred is,” you responded with a strained smile. “He’s always twisting things around to make me look bad.”

But maybe Charlie was telling the truth. If he’d known about your abysmal grade, he’d probably be teasing you ruthlessly right now instead of nodding along with you and saying something like: “He’d never be able to make you look bad in my eyes, (Y/N).”

Heat smattered against your cheeks as your lips parted. There was no part of you that wasn’t molten now. Perfect, you’d transitioned from a hormonal imbalance to menopause. Charlie Weasley has proven himself terrible for your health, but here you sat, listening ardently to everything he had to say about Nundus.

On Thursday, you walked into the outpatient wing of St. Mungos. Charlie had left the previous day for Hogwarts, leaving you some peace of mind without his presence. And as luck would have it, Healer Tousignant was going to provide you a cure for your issues. She was excellent, wasn’t she? Despite this, you remained unsure. Deep in some compartment of your brain, you wondered how your friends would react if they found out. You’d receive the run-of-the-mill treatment by the twins (“Oh good, you’re finally sleeping with someone? Wait! It’s just a bit suspicious that it’s all happening now, isn’t it?”).

But Charlie? He was a wildcard. You imagined him finding a sleeve of pills in the living room. Would he think you responsible, or would he think you did this out of necessity because you were sleeping with someone else? Which again, posed the question: what did it matter what he thought? Truthfully, you knew. You were far too tangled up in your growing affections for him to not care about what he thought.

The secretary brought you back to reality and place: the office of Healer Tousignant. “What can I help you with?”

“I’m here for my appointment with Healer Tousignant.”

“Your name, please.”

“(Y/N) Malfoy.”

The receptionist nodded, tapped her quill twice against an appointment scheduler, the light thwacks resonating with your beating heart. She pursed her lips and scrunched her nose. Her glasses shifted downwards as she looked at some blotting ink that was appearing on the paper.

“It seems Healer Tousignant has just been called into the gynaecology and obstetrics department for emergency coverage,” the receptionist said.

“Alright,” you breathed out. You had to thank some higher powers for letting you off so easily. “I can come back another day.”

You were halfway out the door when her voice stopped you in your tracks. ”Of course not,” the receptionist said with a wave of her hand. “It won’t be long. Head to the east wing, fifth floor up, until you find room 5-E. She’ll see her before her lunch break.”

“Are you certain? I’m happy to come back another day if she’s handling an emergency.”

“Absolutely,” she responded with confidence. “You shouldn’t be waiting for more than 15 minutes. Healer Tousignant is very experienced and efficient with deliveries. I hope the change in location isn’t an inconvenience, but you should be otherwise accommodated.”

Plans foiled and any chance of escape thwarted, you dragged your feet to the east wing and took the stairs to prolong the inevitable. When you pushed the last door open, you were almost blinded by sunlight. This section of the hospital was adorned with glass windows and as a result, was lush with natural light. Blooming plants lined the sterile-clean hallways.

Nurses in lavender smocks and perfectly-slicked back hair strolled past you, some pushing carts with meals, others pushing carts with sterilized tools.

You gazed into the smoky windows of a waiting room. Your eyes landed on a pair of expectant mothers chattering excitedly to each other. Unknowingly, you smiled. Their excitement was contagious. Your eyes then trailed to a couple walking out the doors. The female was heavily pregnant and was being supported by her loving, adoring partner—

Her partner being Bill Weasley.

Panicked, you backtracked your steps and turned the nearest corner. You scrambled for safety under the cover of an oversized plant. In any other circumstance, you would’ve loved to exchange formalities, but something told you that you sauntering around the Obstetrics and Gynaecology Wing at St. Mungo’s wouldn’t be a good look, especially after Charlie’s erroneous proclamation about your sex life last week (and you hoped it hadn’t spread much around that little circle of women). So, you pressed your back against the light green wall, trying to shrink yourself so no part of you would jut out.

Bill and Fleur, thankfully, didn’t even turn around as they walked, much more enraptured by each other than anyone else. You cautiously peered out into the hall to catch the last of their retreating figures. Down the last bit of the hall, Bill cradled Fleur like she was the most precious, delicate, fragile and only thing in the world, even though she’d proven she was as tough as nails. His chin rested on the top of head as they walked hand-in-hand. Thoughts of having lunch with Bill clouded your head, and the maturity and stability he exuded by simply inviting you. Unknowingly, you bit your lip. As Bill and Fleur disappeared, your heart thumped in some mess of emotions you couldn’t discern.

When you were certain the expecting parents were out of sight, you followed the directions to Tousignant’s office. You gave the door two solid raps.

“What are you doing tomorrow?” Charlie asked from the kitchen island as he effortlessly uncorked a bottle of wine. It was late Friday evening, and Charlie had gotten back from the train station with a bottle of red wine and groceries in one hand, and his briefcase in another. “Another tea party?”

“I’m not going anywhere,” you responded. You walked into the pantry, looking for some more ingredients to throw together for your impromptu dinner. Charlie didn’t tell you he was coming back on an empty stomach and you thought he’d have taken care of his dinner himself. You were more than happy to have him here, but the miscommunication led to him dramatically proclaiming he was going to die of hunger at your doorstop.

He was obviously joking because he’d purchased some groceries on the way home.

“Come to a concert with me tomorrow,” Charlie suggested seamlessly as he retrieved two wine glasses from the highest shelf. “I was supposed to go with Bill. We’ve been planning this for years, but Fleur’s due any day now and he won’t leave her side.”

“What kind of concert?” You asked, tossing him a bulb of garlic.

He caught it without missing a beat and responded, “Rock concert.”

“Oh.”

“In muggle London.”

“Ah.”

Charlie chuckled as he switched gears and poured you a glass of Merlot. “It’s not scary, (Y/N), it’s just rock music.”

“I’m not scared,” you retorted, accepting the glass and swirling it around. “I just haven’t been to a concert in ages.”

That was a lie. You’d been to plenty with Fred and George over the years, but going to a concert with Charlie where you might be pressed up to him for three hours was an entirely different concept. Was it a date he was proposing? Or were you just the most convenient thing around to try to fit the tall, lanky gap that was his brother Bill because Charlie didn’t want to go alone?

You drew in a deep breath, furrowing your brows. And then you said something Charlie wasn’t expecting.

“Say you’re sorry first.”

A look, a perfect cross of amusement and surprise, graced Charlie’s face, and he paused midway through crushing a garlic clove under his knife. “What for?”

You let the attractive bass notes of his question float past your ears. “For waltzing in here and telling me I didn’t have a sufficient meal prepared. And implying my culinary skills were insufficient.”

“I didn’t mean it like that,” Charlie said, a touch more quietly than how he usually spoke. He set his knife down and walked over to you, his height quickly casting a growing shadow over your head. “I figured for hanging out with Fred and George so much, you’d be the queen regnant of taking jabs.”

You pouted at Charlie, trying to take advantage of his apologetic state. This was a dangerous line you were toeing, but you were feeling courageous tonight. “I’m well-aware cooking isn’t my strong suit. It’s been made known to me all my life. I’m trying my best to work on it, but to be put down like that…”

“Hey, hey,” Charlie consoled as he placed two firm hands on your shoulders. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that.”

“The damage’s done, Charlie,” you whispered, looking down to conceal a laugh, “I’m—my confidence is crushed.”

You waited for his clever retort. What you weren’t expecting was for him to use the same hands that rested on your shoulders to pull you closer, until your forehead thwacked against his hard chest. The very same pair of hands glided back to your scapula, cornering you in and making escape impossible. He had you locked in his sturdy and very hard arms. You had no choice but to get lost in all six-feet something of him.

“I’m sorry,” Charlie said, his voice rumbling from his chest and vibrating through your body like you were a conductor to his current. With your cheek splayed against his body, it was impossible to think straight. “I don’t think I’ve told you how much I appreciate you letting me stay here when I need. It’s miles above any other accommodation. You don’t need to have anything ready for me, ever. I’d be fine if you kicked me out to sleep on sofa and kept my room for yourself.”

You were about to burst. It was overwhelming: his words, his warmth, and his sudden earnestness. He was acting like everything you imagined someone like, oh, you know, his brother, Bill Weasley to be. But in the midst of it all, when the situation became lucid, you panicked. What were you supposed to do in Charlie’s arms? Nestle in and show him how lovesick you were, or pull away and give him the impression you were uncomfortable in his presence and didn’t like him that way? The latter wasn’t true, but you didn’t want to spill your unformed feelings to him.

“It’s alright,” you said, trying to look up at him but only getting a glimpse of his chin. You decided on the most diplomatic solution. Still in his arms, you agreed. “I’ll go to the concert with you.”

It wasn’t like you were going to say no, anyway. You just wanted to make Charlie work for it.

”Perfect,” he said, voice husky in your ears. “That’s my girl.”

If he kept this up, you were going to devour Charlie for dinner.

Before heading out to muggle London Saturday evening, Charlie suggested you have a drink at the pub. You tried very hard not to let your face show what your brain was thinking when he stepped out of his room in a corduroy jacket, tossed over a shirt, that perfectly skimmed his muscular body. He left his hair tousled and curly.

In the descending lift, you asked him where exactly the bar was. He refused to answer and instead, led you there, the silence between you only broken by him humming a tune.

“This is where Bill and I usually go,” Charlie finally said. You’d almost flown past the entrance until Charlie pulled you back by the arm. The tavern was tucked away on a cul-de-sac, completely hidden from the bustling shopping streets.

Charlie, playing the part of a true gentleman, opened the door and whisked you in. You walked down a short flight of the stairs until the bar came into view. Charlie ducked the low ceilings the whole way down. The space was warm, orange-hued from the wood and lighting, and ridiculously cramped. Or cozy, whichever term fit it better. The bartender—a stout man in his late sixties with a white beard—was chatting with two other men of similar ages. The guests were perched on the barstools, leaving only one of the three seats available.

“Well, look at who it is!” The bartender exclaimed, his accent tinged slightly Scottish. His proclamation prompted his patrons to look your way.

“Charlie!” one of the patrons spoke. “Finally decided to come home?”

“Who’s the lassie?” The bartender asked.

You supposed he meant you. “(Y/N) Malfoy,” you greeted.

“I’m Don, owner.” He shook your hand. “This is Henry, and Bruce.” The two men gave you a wave which you returned. Then, Don looked at Charlie and asked, “Where’s Bill?

“At home, with his wife,” Charlie answered.

Don grinned at looked at you. “I like her, much easier on the eyes than Bill.”

You gave a polite smile.

“Sit.” Charlie gestured to the open seat.

“What about you?” You asked.

“I can stand.”

“Are you sure?”

“Of course.”

“Charlie, where are your manners?” Don barked. “Get (Y/N) a drink.” Charlie quickly moved forward, head almost hitting the ceiling, to pull a glass from the shelf. The way Charlie obeyed Don so quickly led you to think that Don was a parental figure to him.

“Your reflexes aren’t what they used to be, I’ll get it myself,” Don grumbled. He pulled out five shot glasses. His mouth twisted into a mischievous smile. “Getting old or something?”

“Something like that,” Charlie agreed. “I’m not the same exuberant boy you knew.”

Henry hid his words behind a generous cough. “Aren’t we all blessed by that?”

Don poured you a hefty amount of whiskey and slid the shot glass over to you.

“Loosen up, lassie. It’ll do you some good. Especially if you have to deal with him the whole night.”

You nodded. You clinked your glasses with the four other men and threw back the whiskey. A smidgeon of tears welled up in your eyes as the substance burned your throat.

Don and his friends downed the drink like it was water. ”It’s harsh, but it’ll get you where you need to go.” Then, he peered over at Charlie. “So, what’s keeping Bill at home?” He questioned.

Charlie set his glass down right by yours, “His wife is pregnant, due any day now.”

Don let out a low whistle. “Last I saw Bill, he’d just graduated. Still had his robes when he stopped by the bar to say goodbye before heading to Egypt. Now, he’s got a kid on the way? About time for you too, don’t you think?”

“I’d rather raise dragons,” Charlie said off-handedly. “They’re much more interesting, and less needy.”

“What about you?” Don asked, tilting his head towards you.

You stopped trying to gnaw the bitter taste of alcohol off your mouth when you realized Don was asking your opinion on child-rearing. “I, uhm,” you stammered. “I don’t think I’m particularly good at raising either.”

“That’s no good,” Don said.

Your face fell momentarily.

“I’m only joking,” Don clarified with a hearty laugh. “What else are you having tonight?”

Charlie pressed closer until his warm chest was flush against your back. The chain around his neck swooped by your line of vision and tickled your skin, forcing some heat to your cheeks. “A pint of Guinness.”

“I wasn’t asking you!” Don shouted gruffly as he pulled a glass. “You should know better to wait your turn, lass.”

Don slid the glass towards you.

“Don’t worry about me,” Charlie brushed off. “I’m going to sit here and enjoy watching her drink this.”

You leaned back, neck falling into place in the crook of Charlie’s shoulders, the metal of his necklace lightly digging into your skin, as you whispered to him, “Why did you order me this?”

He tilted his head down, angling his blue eyes straight into yours. “Because I’ve been told you hate it.”

“Are you stalking me or something, Charlie Weasley?”

“It’s mainly for my entertainment,” Charlie whispered. “Let me break you in,” he said in a much louder voice as he leaned forward. He grabbed the pint and took a swig. Instead of setting it back down, he held it out in front of you. “Your turn.”

You stared at where his lips touched the glass previously. Hesitantly, you took the glass into your possession and sampled a feeble sip of it before making a face which you tried to conceal from Don.

“How is it?” Don asked.

“You have an excellent pour,” you praised. Technically, that part was true. “Do you have a tab started for us?”

Don raised an eyebrow. “Everything here is on the house,” he explained. “I don’t make any money, anyway. My financials are in the negatives. I’ve been retired 10 years. I just come here to have a drink without being scolded by my wife.”

You let out a quick laugh, but cut yourself off, thinking it was rude to have a laugh at Don’s finances.

“You should fancy a laugh at his expense. That’s what we all come here for,” Bruce added.

A warm sensation filled your body. You felt like a part of the family, and you’d only met these men fifteen minutes ago.

“How do you know Charlie?” You asked when you felt brave enough.

“Tell her,” Charlie dared, his chest firmly pressed against your back as he picked up your glass again.

Don coughed. “When this troublemaker was barely sixteen and Bill not much older, they stumbled into my bar. I had a right mind to tell them to get out, but they pleaded with me into letting them stay. I was stupid enough to cave in and serve them a touch of alcohol, whatever was left in the barrel.” Don’s forehead crinkled. “Promise me this stays between me and you, and not the Licencing Wizengamot?”

You nodded quickly. “Of co—”

”Actually, (Y/N)’s father works for the Ministry,” Charlie said. “Surely, you made the connection. Lucius Malfoy?”

“Well, fuck me!” Don said, playfully slapping his dish towel on the counter. “Good thing I’m retired.”

“I assure you”—you stretched a hand forward on the table—“My lips are sealed. I can’t say the same about him.” You pointed back to Charlie.

Charlie simply looked down at you with amusement.

After Don told you to be on your way, you left his bar gaily, promising to be back. Presently, your boots slapped the concrete floor as you ascended the steps up to the venue with Charlie. When you entered the complex, he stopped by a standing table where the end of the queue for refreshments started.

“One more drink for the show,” Charlie suggested. “I’ll be back. Another pint for you, queen regnant?”

You nodded, watching as he effortlessly glided through the sea of people. His ginger curls stood out like a sore thumb in the crowd.

“(Y/N)? (Y/N) Malfoy?” A voice rung out on the other side of your head. You pivoted to look to your left.

A tall, lithe man was approaching to where you stood in wait. He looked about your age and wore his blonde hair slicked back. His bright green eyes, ringed with a line of hazel around his pupils, caught yours immediately. The plastic cup of beer he held seemed dwarfed in comparison to the size of his hand.

“Alex,” he introduced, extending his hand. “I’m a friend of Draco’s at the country club.” He leaned forward slightly, his pointer finger extended towards you as stabilized the plastic cup with his other fingers. Just a touch of hesitation marred his voice. “He is your brother, correct?”

Alex gave the impression of regality with his high cheekbones and poised stance. Unlike everyone else who was dressed down in jeans and a tee, he favoured a black blazer over a white shirt, trousers, and a silver watch to decorate his wrist. For all you knew, he descended from Danish royalty, and you didn’t mind curtsying.

“Yes,” you responded. Your face flushed with curiosity, wondering why Alex found it necessary to greet you.

”Well, fancy seeing you here.”

“A dramatic shift in scenery from the golf course and resort,” you jested.

Alex chuckled. “Absolutely less stuffy.”

”What brings you here? You asked.

You watched as his throat caught, trying to latch onto an answer. As you waited, you thought it was downright puzzling why your parents never tried to introduce you to Alex. He seemed far more down-to-earth than the egotistical brutes for sons that your father seemed to favour. Maybe if you’d met him earlier, you wouldn’t have had to dig yourself into this infinite hole of lies.

He shifted his weight from side-to-side, but gave no other tells of being nervous.

“A night out with my mates,” Alex explained. “They reckon I need to get out more after my,” he paused, a nervous smile appearing for the slightest of moments, “my girlfriend broke up with me.”

Your mouth rounded quickly as you wondered who’d dump someone like Alex. “Oh, I’m sorry to hear,” you offered your condolences.

“It’s alright,” he said. “She would’ve hated coming here, anyway. I don’t mind muggle music; it’s quite good. You seem to fancy it, if you’re here.”

“Oh, I’m—”

You froze midway through your sentence when you felt a feather touch of a hand at your hip bone. Gentle enough not to startle you but hard enough to make its presence known. Panic set in quickly and you whipped around, ready to confront whoever deemed it was acceptable to lay a hand on you.

“You—!” you started.

You were captured by the cloudy, deeper blue eyes of Charlie. You stopped yourself. His hand was still wrapped around you, lingering at your hip with no intention of letting go. You wouldn’t have minded if it stayed there, if you were being honest with yourself.

“Got you a drink,” Charlie said, handing you a cup of beer with his other hand. You gingerly accepted it. His lips were pressed in a tight line, leaving no trace of the usual playful Charlie you’d come to know.

Alex was silent. Your eyes darted between the two men. Alex and Charlie were similar heights, but Charlie appeared bigger in stature due to his broad shoulders and muscle tone. Formalities would’ve called for you to introduce them to each other, but there was some strange, palpable tension in the air that you reckoned it was better they remained a mystery to each other.

“Let’s get a move on, (Y/N),” Charlie suggested with a flicker of a smile, his hand moving upwards to give your waist a squeeze. You had to will every inch of your being not to scream; you hadn’t prepared for such intimate touches outside your house or in view of people your age. The men at the pub were a different story. “Don’t want to miss the opener.”

“Wait, (Y/N),” Alex called out before Charlie could whisk you away. “Will you be at the Christmas luncheon?” He asked.

“Yes, of course,” you responded.

“Excellent. I’ll see you there.” He affirmed with a smile, before he returned to a group of friends waiting for him. You snuck a glance; his friends’ faces struck you as familiar.

“Who was that?” Charlie’s eyes danced playfully, his usual disposition crawling back from the void he’d stuffed in a few seconds ago.

“A friend from the country club.”

“Sounds fancy,” he mused. “Are you close?”

“Not really,” you said. “He seems to know Draco, so we must run in the same circles. You can imagine how I feel about that.”

“I can imagine,” Charlie said. He led you to the entrance of where you were seated.

In the darkness and between ear-splitting guitar riffs, you glanced over at Charlie when he wasn’t looking. You wondered why he’d dragged you away from Alex so quickly. There was ample time for the opener, and his intimate touches were as befuddling. They were, as you thought, done in the privacy in your home or when you needed to convince someone of your relationship. Perhaps you were overthinking it. Yes, you definitely were. You recalled when Charlie was overly flirtatious with Cecile, and you were certain he meant nothing of it.

After the show, you filed out with all the other attendees. Your entire body buzzed. You were about to ask Charlie as to how you were getting home, but he was the first to breach the topic.

“Can’t apparate in such a state,” lectured Charlie. He guided you out of the venue and down a back alley.

“Who’s picking us up here?” you asked, pulling your coat closer to fend out the gnarly bites of wind that swept through the area.

“My most trusted driver,” Charlie responded confidently. “It seems he’s just running a minute late.”

Charlie looked down at his watch and tutted twice. That was when the wind picked up dramatically and you hid your face behind Charlie’s shoulder to block it out. Through one cracked open eye, you saw it. A purple vehicle had squeezed through the narrowest gap of the alleyway and then re-expanded to just fit without scraping the sides.

The passenger doors opened.

“Hi, Stan,” Charlie said.

Stan shut the engine off, removed his hat and bowed. ”Shupike. Stan Shupike, at your service.”

“Good evening,” you greeted.

“Evening, ma’am,” Stan responded.

Stan leaned against his seat to give you room to board. Charlie followed behind you. To your amusement, there was no one else on the bus. All the beds were empty and decked out with fresh sheets and puffed pillows, and the privacy curtains drawn back.

You whipped around to face Charlie. ”How were you able to charter a whole bus?”

“Stan has been my driver for years. There’s usually a spare bus at the station.”

“Wouldn’t ever trust Bill or Charlie to operate a vehicle or anything after the nights I’ve seen ‘em have,” Stan grunted from the front. “What’s the address again?”

“27 Primrose Gardens.”

“I’ll take you there if they’ll let my janky bus through those pretty, manicured gardens,” Stan said with a chuckle. The doors shut with a light swish. “Ne’er dropped anyone off there since I started.”

You sat down on a bed and held onto the pole for dear life, watching nervously from behind the curtain as Stan shifted gears. Charlie picked up on your nervousness and shuffled closer.

“Hey,” Charlie said. “I got you.” With that, he looped an arm firmly around you waist, acting like a human seatbelt. His large hand rested on the top of your thigh, fingers gently grazing the fabric of your tights.

You tilted your head. “Thanks?”

“That sounds more like a question than a statement.”

“I do question when you choose to be kind.”

A chuckle escaped his lips. “What does that mean?”

You fell over onto him and onto the bed when Stan took a particularly sharp right turn.

Flustered, you tried getting up.

“Stay where you are,” Charlie said. “Stan says lying down is the safest, at least according to his driver’s manual.”

“Oh, really?” You asked with incredulity.

“It makes perfect sense, doesn’t it?” Charlie lied down as well. “The worst that could happen is that you roll onto someone else. I’d prefer that to kissing the cold floor with my teeth any day.”

Now that you thought about it, it did seem less frightening, being horizontal. The shocks of Stan’s driving seemed to absorb in the mattress. You supposed you hadn’t heard of any horrific injuries on the Knight Bus, so you were inclined to believe this was for the better. You cautiously descended fully on the bed.

Charlie looked at you with one blue eye, the other half his face sunken in the pillow. “Did you have a good time?” He asked.

“Of course I did,” you said. You shimmied around to get comfortable and to let your hands splay out on the on sheets in front of you.

“Do you foresee any more concerts in the future?”

“That’s a possibility.”

“Commit to it. Bill will be out of commission for another eleven years.”

“So, I’m your partner-in-crime for the next eleven years?”

Charlie extended his pinky finger to you. ”Lock it in, (Y/N).”

You hooked your pinky over his and shook on it, but you were barely paying attention to that. There were so many other sights to behold at this angle: the slight slant of strong nose, the quirk of his mouth as he looked back at you, the soft tufts of hair that were basically begging for your hands to comb through, and the glow of sun-kissed skin that seemed unfadable.

“I figured you’d freckle easily,” you said. Without a second thought, you unlatched your pinkies in favour of skimming your pointer finger over a spot on his face. “But your freckles seem to have coalesced into a tan.”

“They’re relentless, very strong-willed,” Charlie agreed. His eyes were heavy, hooded, and his voice was growing thick and raspy with sleep. “They’re not going anywhere, especially not months under the beating sun.”

As your fingers continued to pad his cheek, Charlie’s hand hovered over a wayward strand of hair that’d fallen over your face. He brushed it back and tucked it behind your ear where it belonged. You smiled at the gesture. You watched his eyelashes flutter over his eyes and a peaceful grin, devoid of its usual cockiness, stretch across his face. He was content to be here like this, with you, with your hand on his cheek and his on yours, you surmised.

You studied the gap between your faces—lips, in particular—and wondered if he was thinking what you were thinking: would this gap be better off closed?

Suddenly, the bus screeched to a halt. The resulting inertia threw you off the bed and onto the floor.

“Ow!” You exclaimed, holding the tender point of your elbow that you’d landed on.

“What’s going on, Stan?” Charlie asked calmly, clearly used to these disruptions. You rubbed your elbow, face contorted in discomfort. Charlie lifted you up with ease and back onto the bed.

“Owl near killed itself flying into my window ‘ere,” Stan explained. Near was right. The owl was still flying, pecking petulantly at Stan’s window with a parchment in its mouth.

Stan opened the door and let the owl fly in. It hurriedly found Charlie.

“Mum’s owl,” he said as he unfurled the parchment. You watched nervously as his eyes moved left to right.

“Stan.” Charlie’s voice was serious. “Turn the car around to St. Mungos.”

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Let's try again

Charlie Weasley x fem!reader

Summary: worst day of your life? Not if Charlie can help it.

Warnings: none, I think. Period pain is a warning? Maybe. Especially if you got bad cramps like me (hi, let's suffer together)

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Worst day ever.

Worst. Day. Ever.

First, my period started this morning. It would've been okay if it weren't for the fact that I'm one of those lucky ones with the most painful cramps. I couldn't call in sick at work because my boss is an asshole, so I had to spend the whole day at work, only to be fired at the end of it.

I arrive at home late, it's almost 11 and Charlie isn't here yet. Thankfully, I don't want him to see me like this. We haven't been dating long enough for him to see me like this.

I take a deep breath, and I go take a shower, cleaning myself will definitely help, at least a little bit.

While I shower, I try not to think about losing my job today and having, basically, no option in the immediate future. God... what if Charlie breaks up with me, too? The day got worse and worse, so might as well...

I shake my head, showing that thought far, far away from me.

Once I'm clean and comfortably dressed, I decide to make something sweet. Cooking usually helps... let's see.

I go to the kitchen and just get to work.

I want to make some honey muffin, they're Charlie's favourite.

I start by melting the butter with the honey.

So far, so good, I made this recipe a million times, and it should go smoothly.

And...

I talked too soon. Fuck. How did I burn the butter? How!?

I go to grab the pan, but it's too hot.

"Fuck!" I basically scream.

"Darling? You okay?"

I turn around, my eyes land on Charlie putting down his bag.

"Shit.." I mutter "sorry.. I... it's nothing,"

"What happened?" He asks softly, walking closer to me.

"Nothing," I say, trying my best to hold back my tears, "I just... burned the butter..."

"Let me see," he gently holds my injured hand in his, "it's not that bad. Don't worry. I'll grab some lotion. Wait here, love"

He kisses my cheek and walk to our bedroom.

Shit... he probably think I'm weak now. Always complaining about nothing... okay no... stop with these thoughts. He won't think that... stop.. stop.

I can't hold back any longer and I just cry, I try to wipe away some tears by the time Charlie walks back in, but he's already here.

"Hey..." he puts the lotion on the counter and pulls me in for hug "my love, what's wrong? I'm no doctor so maybe your hand is worse than I thought? And I should be an expert on burns"

That makes me chuckle, first vague smile of the day... all thanks to Charlie.

"C'mon. Let's sit down" he walks me to the sofa and sits us down. "Wanna tell me what's wrong?"

"I... I got my period this morning" I start to explain.

"They didn't let you stay home, did they? Assholes..." he comments "I'm sorry, love"

"Then..." I say and I see him surprised "Then... they made me do extra work and they fired... they fired me."

"What?" He exclaims, "Love.. " he pulls me to him again and kisses my head as his hands caresses my back.

"I wanted to base something, but apparently I couldn't even do that right.." I mutter.

"Hey, none of that." He says cupping my cheeks to make me look at him "look at me, you have all the right to feel like this. Just don't let it put you down. You're wonderful. Alright? Absolutely wonderful. And this is just one bad day. One. I'll help you find a new job, once your period cramps are over, of course, I mean I'm not letting you do anything until your period is done, it's the only time I can spoil you and I will take advantage of that" he chuckles.

"Okay.." I softly say, "I just..."

"Ssh. I know. I know, it sucks. Trust me. Remember, it's just one day." He looks me deep in the eyes, "one"

"You're right... thank you"

"You're forgetting something," he grins.

"What?"

"You said it to me first" he winks and stand up, holding my healthy hand and leading me back to the kitchen where he puts some lotion on the injured one.

"There," he says kissing it.

"I burnt the butter..." I say looking at the pan.

"It's no problem," he throws away the burnt mixture. "Let's try again. What do we have to do first?"

"We've made these a million times..." I laugh.

"Yeah, but I have no memory, so... what do we do first?" He's smiling like and idiot and I can't help but laugh again. "Stop laughing at me, love." He fake-complains.

"We have to melt the butter and the honey," I explain to him.

"Thank you" I say to Charlie once we're cuddle up in the bed with our freshly made muffins.

"Love.."

"No, thank you. Really." I kiss his cheek.

He sweetly smiles at me, leaning down to kiss my lips.

"Anytime, my love."

I guess, it's not the cooking that makes me feel better... is the after, when I get to eat the sweets we made with Charlie.

"Tomorrow is a new day, we'll try again. Okay?" He says.

"Yeah... let's try again." I put my head on his shoulder, enjoying his presence.

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0.3 Sorting Hat

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September 1, 1989

The door opens after being knocked three times and Professor McGonagall, who had helped me, was waiting there, her face emotionless.

— Here are the first years, Professor McGonagall — said the tall man.

Hagrid, why do they all have such peculiar and strange names?

— Thank you very much, Hagrid. I'll take them from here — said Professor McGonagall as she opened the door wide.

I was surprised to see how large the entrance hall was. Torches adorned the high stone walls, so high that the ceiling could not be seen.

We followed Professor McGonagall to a small room outside the foyer after following a path marked on the stone floor. We gathered there, there were so many of us that we were closer than usual.

— Welcome to Hogwarts everyone, I see some familiar faces. — Professor McGonagall said as she turned her gaze to me. — Before you take your places in the Great Dining Hall, you must be selected for your houses. Selection is quite an important ceremony because, while you are here, your houses will be like your family at Hogwarts. You will take class with the rest of the house, sleep in your house dormitories and spend your free time in the house common room.

Will it be an exam? I don't know anything about magic, how will I be able to answer it to be chosen for a house? Nervousness entered my body causing me to play with my fingers.

» The four houses are called Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin. Each house has its own noble history and each has produced notable witches and wizards. While at Hogwarts, their triumphs will earn their houses points, while any infraction of the rules will cause them to lose them. At the end of the year, the house with the most points will be awarded the house cup, a great honor. I hope you will all be a credit to your house.

— I hope to get into Gryffindor.

— Me too.

I heard whispers behind me with some excitement. Was each house different?

» The Sorting Ceremony will take place in a few minutes, in front of the rest of the school. I suggest that, while you wait, you dress up as best you can.

In front of everyone?! I'll be embarrassed in front of everyone, how nice, only to me these things happen. I don't know about magic, I don't know how to do that exam and on top of that in front of everyone?

Professor McGonagall looked around the room, many lowered their heads as they felt intimidated.

— I'll be back when we have everything ready for the ceremony. — said Professor McGonagall. — And please wait quietly.

With that she left the room with her head held high and many whispers followed. My heart was pounding as if I had run a full marathon. I was confused even with this whole magic situation. I looked around me and many were trembling in terror. I could make out from a distance two voices, who were making jokes to reassure many around them. Those twins are very friendly, in the little time I've known them I've found them to be nice guys. My hands were red for sure as I was playing with them because of my nerves, I had never felt as nervous as I did now. I just wanted this to pass as quickly as possible, otherwise I would be left without hands.

— Let's go - said a voice. — The Selection Ceremony is about to begin.

I was so far inside my head that I hadn't heard that Professor McGonagall had come back for us.

— Form a line and follow me to the Great Dining Hall.

I waited until they were forming a line so I could join in later, standing behind a girl with purple hair. We left the room at a moderate pace going back across the hall, in front of us were some big double doors, when we opened them we saw a big room, I guessed it was the Great Dining Room, there were a lot of students and some long tables where they were seated. The place was filled with thousands of candles, I didn't know how to feel when I saw that they were floating in the air over the four tables that were there. On top of those tables there were golden plates, cutlery and glasses, something that surprised me a lot. At the end of the place there was a dais, where there was another big table, perhaps for the teachers.

We kept walking until Professor McGonagall stopped us and made us line up in front of the other students. Silver-colored figures came out of the walls, but were they transparent?

— Are those ghosts? — said a girl behind me, her voice was full of fear.

One of them rose towards the ceiling and I curiously followed him with my eyes, the ceiling looked beautiful, it looked as if the sky itself was here inside the dining room. I lowered my gaze when I heard a stool being placed on the floor, it was Professor McGonagall who had placed it in front of us. On top of that stool she had placed a hat? why should a hat be on a stool? It was a very dirty hat, a bit worn if you could say so. Is that where the exams will come from? I don't even know what to think about anymore, if it was the wands, the ghosts, the ceiling, the flying candles or the wall that moved by itself to open the way to Diagon Alley.

The silence felt uncomfortable, I had never been in a place as quiet as this, not even in my old room, you could always hear the birds singing or my grandmother Isabella screaming for something she hadn't done. My eyes widened as I watched that hat begin to move, but they widened even more when a tear near the brim had opened and that hat began to sing.

Oh, you may think I'm not pretty, but don't judge by what you see. I'll eat myself if you can find A smarter hat than me. You can have black bowler hats, tall, fancy hats. But I'm the Sorting Hat of Hogwarts and I can outsmart them all. There's nothing hidden in your head that the Sorting Hat can't see. So try me and I'll tell you where you belong. You can belong in Gryffindor, where the brave dwell. Your boldness, mettle and chivalry Set those of Gryffindor apart. You can belong to Hufflepuff where they are fair and loyal. Those persevering Hufflepuffs Truly fear no drudgery. Or perhaps to the ancient wisdom of Ravenclaw, If you have a willing mind, For those of intelligence and erudition Will always find their fellows there. Or perhaps in Slytherin You'll make your true friends. Those cunning people will use any means to achieve their ends. So try me! Don't be afraid! And you won't get a slap! You're in good hands (even if I'm not). Because I am the Thinking Hat.

Ah, no wonder they were talking about which house to stay in, they each have their strengths, but how will they choose us? will they read our minds? by personality? If so I think I would be in Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff. I'm not brave enough to be in Gryffindor nor cunning enough for Slytherin.

Applause broke out once the hat had finished its song. This one bowed as if he was looking at each of us in the dining hall before standing still again. This was better than an exam, but was it necessary to do it in front of everyone?

Professor McGonagall with a large roll of parchment looked at us.

— When I call your names, you are to put on your hats and sit on the stool for selection. — Aniston, Clark.

A girl with blonde hair in a ponytail came out of the line and walked over to the hat, put it on, covered her eyes, and sat down on the stool.

— RAVENCLAW! — shouted the hat causing me to startle.

The second table to the left applauded with such excitement as Clark went to his table so he could sit with the others from his house.

— Bramson, Dylan!

— HUFFLEPUFF! — shouted the hat this time, causing the table to the right to burst into applause this time, waiting to shake Dylan's hand.

— Brown, Lydia

— HUFFLEPUFF! – the table again erupted in applause, waiting for the new student.

Clinton, Aaron and Cook, Adrian were also chosen for Hufflepuff, the other tables were quiet while the Hufflepuff table was still clapping.

— Derricks, Evan!

— SLYTHERIN! — this time one of the back tables started clapping enthusiastically, he had been the first student named to their table.

— I wouldn't want to be in Slytherin, they're all bad people, they think they're better than everyone else.

I heard someone behind me say, making me turn around, it was a freckled boy with honey-colored eyes.

— Why do you say that? — I asked.

— Haven't you heard about He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named? — said the boy as he furrowed his eyebrows. I shook my head.

— Wow, you must have lived under a rock, don't you know what happened to the Potter family?

Potter family? What family are you talking about?

— Uh... no? I've never heard of them.

— I can't tell you right now, but maybe I'll see you another day and I'll tell you the story.

I couldn't believe it, would he really leave me in doubt? As I was talking and in my mind I hadn't realized that I had been skipped, I should have been at my table a while ago since I had my last name with a B. There were only a few of us left, I could see the twins, the boy with the honey-colored eyes and three more, we had already arrived at the S.

— Simpson, Erick!

— GRIFFINDOR!

Two more students and we had reached the W.

— Weasley, George!

— GRYFFINDOR!

— Weasley, Fred!

— GRYFFINDOR! — The students in your house must be getting sore from clapping their hands. Both brothers were in the same house and, as far as I could see, so were the rest of their siblings because I could only see two more pairs of red heads like theirs. You could tell it was in the blood.

There were two of us left, the boy with the honey eyes and me. I didn't know where to hide from the embarrassment of not being called to the hat, had something happened, shouldn't I be here?

— Williams, Zac!

The boy walks up to where the hat was, puts it on and then sits down, it didn't last a second on his head and he had already shouted:

— SLYTHERIN!

Zac, I didn't know if it was because of the lights floating above us, but he looked pale, he was in the house he hadn't wanted to be in. He, ruefully went to the house table as they patted his back.

All around me there were whispers, perhaps they were talking about me being the only one in the center of the dining room without being chosen. Professor McGonagall, despite her serious face, gave me a nod of her head, implying that she wanted me to go up to the hat.

— Barnes, Amelea! - she said.

I went up to the hat with my head down, put it on my head and sat on the stool waiting for her answer.

— Mm - said a voice close to my ear. — You're a pretty hard case. Someone full of hopes, with big dreams, the desire for a good family. There is enough talent inside you, a great future ahead of you is foreseen. You can be in Gryffindor with your great courage. — the voice kept telling me. — But you can also be in Slytherin, there they can help you to the path of greatness, you are very intelligent. — I was still silent, I didn't know what to think. — I think you'll do better in SLYTHERIN!

I heard the hat shout and the Slytherin table started clapping again. I took off my hat and covered my eyes as I felt a lot of clarity in them. Feeling everyone's eyes on me, I made my way to my table, sitting next to Zac, who gave me a nervous smile.

Professor McGonagall rolled up the parchment and took the Sorting Hat.

It felt weird, like everyone was judging you being in the most hated house of all.

A silver-haired gentleman with a long beard stood up. He was the one I had seen before... Yes! On the trip to the castle on the chocolate frog card. What was his name, Dumbledore?

He was looking at us with a beaming expression, arms wide open, as if nothing could please him more than to see them there.

— Welcome! — he said. — Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts! Before we begin our banquet, I want to say a few words. And here you are, you muppets, you crybabies, you trinkets, you pinchers... Thank you very much!

He sat back down as we all applauded, what the heck did he say?

— Did you get it? — Zac asked.

— Not at all. — I answered as I raised my shoulders.

The empty plates in front of us were filling up with food. It was so much food, more than I had ever seen and much healthier than what I ate at Grandma Isabella's house. I started to fill my plate with a little bit of everything except peas, I never liked them and started to eat, everything was so delicious.

— You know, it's strange that you don't know about the Potter family, they have been very famous for their history and the betrayal of their best friend, besides the son, who was saved, they call him The Boy Who Survived. — said Zac with a mouth full of food.

— I've never heard of them before, it's my first time, besides, I don't know anything about magic or why I'm really here, I'm just an ordinary person. — I answered while taking more bacon.

— Are you a muggle?

— It sounds weird when they say it like that, but yes, I don't have a drop of magic in me.

— There must be something, because if there wasn't, you wouldn't be here.

I didn't give it much importance, I just kept eating my dinner, but it was true, if I didn't have a drop of magic, why was I here?

After a while of eating the dessert, Dumbledore stood up again and the dessert that had been on the table was gone.

— Ahem... Just a few more words, now that we have all eaten and drunk. I have a few announcements to make to you for the beginning of the year.

» First years should note that the woods in the castle area are off limits to all students.

— I also remind you that you are not to do magic at recess or in the corridors, so we can prevent any accidents.

» And finally quidditch tryouts will take place in the second week of term. Those interested in playing for their house teams should contact Mrs. Hooch.

I had heard that name before...quidditch...I think I saw it when we were walking down Diagon Alley in a store...yes...it was brooms, reportedly flying.

— And now, before we go to bed, let's sing the school song! — exclaimed Dumbledore and then waved his wand, a long golden strip appeared, rose between the tables, waved like a snake and transformed into letters... I hope Slytherin has nothing to do with snakes, I'm afraid of them.

— Everyone can choose their favorite tune! — Dumbledore said cheerfully as behind him the teachers could be seen forcing their smiles, they must be loving this moment.

And this is when the whole school screamed:

Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hogwarts, teach us something, please. Even if we are old and bald or young with dirty knees, our minds can be filled With some interesting subjects. For now they are empty and full of air, dead fleas and a bit of fluff. So teach us things worth knowing, make us remember what we forget, do the best you can, we'll do the rest, and we'll learn until our brains burn out.

Many finished at different times, voices could still be heard singing and when I turned my gaze to where it came from, it was the Weasley twins who were still singing, they were chaotic. Dumbledore clapped enthusiastically as he heard them finish.

— Ah, the music! A magic beyond anything we do here! And now, it's time for bed.

We Slytherin first-graders chased the prefect who led us through the crowded corridors. We descended to the top floor by one of the many marble staircases. From what I had heard in the short time we had been walking was that they changed position over time. The cold was in the air, we were in the castle dungeons. The prefect wasn't telling us that we were currently under the Black Lake, the same lake we had crossed to get to the castle. The corridor was dark, but we could still see through the torches on the walls.

— This is scary... — said Zac walking beside me.

We came to a wall, it looked a little damp, it could be distinguished from the other stone walls.

— In order to enter the common room you must say a password out loud to the wall so that it can open the door for you. The password is Green Snake, don't forget it, if you don't remember the password you won't be able to enter and you will have to wait for someone to help you, please, don't be stupid. — said the prefect to whom he did not know his name.

— Green Snake — he said and the wall began to move until a stone door opened leaving a hole for us to pass through. Everyone wanted to go through at the same time, but I was smart to stay behind with Zac so that I could go through the hole without any effort. The common room was kind of weird and cold, the place was kind of rectangular, there were some black armchairs, they looked kind of uncomfortable.

The prefect led the boys to one of the doors that led directly to the rooms and then directed us girls to our rooms. As far as I could see, the room had five beds, each with poles where they had green curtains, I think they were so that no one could see you when you slept. Our things were already there. I was too tired to see the place, I went to the bathroom to change after the other four girls did and got into bed.

None of those girls had spoken, I don't know if it was because they were antisocial, shy or if they didn't want to talk to anyone. I didn't think anything of it and closed my eyes. I was very full, I had eaten too much bacon in the dining room. Not five minutes had passed and I was already in a deep sleep.

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I’ll Do What It Takes|Charlie Weasley

Pairings: Charlie Weasley x fem!reader

Summary: it’s time for the quidditch World Cup so you and your boyfriend decide to go with his family.

Warnings: swearing, blood, fighting, use of pet names, teeth-rotting fluff

A/N: this oneshot follows the book events in Goblet of Fire at what happens at the World Cup.

The Quidditch World Cup. Your boyfriend invited you to go with his family. And of course you said yes. You had met his family a couple of times usually spending your holidays with them when you weren’t treating wounds.

Working in the medical ward is how you met Charlie. You were a year younger than him in Hogwarts, maybe that’s why you never talked to each other.

Though you quickly became friends and then one drunken kiss lead to where you are now. Two years of solid dating and hopefully forever left to go.

Currently you were packing your trunks to leave for the Burrow when Charlie got done taking care of the new baby dragons. Even though you heard the door close you kept folding clothes.

Two arms snaked around your waist and kissed the top of your head, “Hey, love.” Charlie greeted.

You grinned turning your head towards him planting a kiss on his lips. “Hey, darling.”

Charlie planted kisses on your cheek and started down. You tilted your head to the side, giving him more access as he trailed kisses down your neck. You giggled shaking your head

“Baby, I need to finish folding these clothes or were never going to get ready to leave.”

He huffed, halting his loving kisses and just nuzzled his face in the crook your neck as you continued to fold.

Once you were done and had shut the trunks you spun around in his arms wrapping your arms around his neck. “How are the babies?”

“Doing great, love. John’s taking over for me while we’re visiting this week.” You nodded.

“We’re taking a portkey right? I don’t want to apparate that far. I get a bit uneasy just thinking about it.” Charlie nodded.

“It’s an old bucket hat, out there.”

So you and Charlie trekked up the hill to the portkey.

You landed in the field outside of the Burrow and once you and Charlie stepped in you were attacked with kisses and hugs from everyone.

Molly Weasley pounced on you first, “Y/N, dear, it’s so good to have you!”

“Hi!” You smiled brightly accepting the hugs from Molly, Arthur, Bill, Ginny, Ron, even Hermione Granger.

When you saw the twins you gave them fist bumps, you kept your voice low, “How’s the joke shop coming along?”

“Mum was mad that we didn’t get as many O.W.L.S as she thought we would. Said we were wasting our brains on jokes.” George explained.

You have a sympathetic smile, “Just so you know, I think it’s so cool you can use your brains like that. Charlie and I will be the first ones in line, promise.” Fred and George’s smiles lit up beaming at you. Fred jutted his thumb towards you.

“Keep her, Charlie, or I’ll kidnap her.” You shook your head, grinning as Charlie came up wrapping an arm around your shoulders and placing a quick kiss to your temple.

“She’s stuck with me forever, sorry boys.” You rolled your eyes with a chuckle.

Later that Sunday evening, Arthur, Fred, George, and Ron left to go pick up Harry from the Dursleys.

You were sitting next to Charlie as he was talking to Bill and you. Charlie had his hand on your knee as he talked to his brother.

When everyone got back Arthur was scolding Fred about the ton-tongue toffee he gave to Dudley Dursley. When Molly got involved into the match; you watched the Golden trio and Ginny run upstairs.

When you were setting up dinner, Charlie and Bill had the task of setting up the tables for dinner. Charlie was fighting with his table in the air with Bill’s.

“Charlie, get him!” You cheered, and it seemingly distracted Charlie to lose a leg of his table. When Bill fixed the tables you walked over to Bill giving him a high-five.

“You rotten witch!” Charlie exclaimed. “You two cheated me out.”

“I’m sorry you got distracted by me.” You mock frowned walking back over to your boyfriend.

“You’re just too gorgeous, how could I not?” You rolled your eyes lightly hitting him in the chest as he chuckled.

Dinner was lovely. You sat next to Charlie; listening to Fred, George and him talk about the World Cup.

“It’s got to be Ireland.” Your boyfriend said talking with his mouthful of potato. You rolled your eyes.

“Bulgaria has Victor Krum.”

“I say,” you started turning to the boys, “Ireland’s most definitely going to win, but Lynch isn’t going to catch the snitch. It’ll be Krum.”

George rose his eyebrows, “Did you play quidditch at Hogwarts?”

“‘Course I did. Y/h’s seeker.”

“Woah! Harry’s a seeker himself. George and I are beaters.”

Charlie grinned watching you get along with his family.

The next morning, Ginny and Hermione had woken you up since they had to take the portkey. You had planned on apparating with Charlie, Percy, and Bill. It was just so you could sleep in a bit longer, but that plan had obviously failed. You were now up searching for something to do. Not wanting to wake anyone else, you slipped into the twin’s room. You knew Charlie was staying there.

Charlie seemed to be up too; he was reading a book. He looked up when you opened the door and grinned. Silently, you waddled over to him with your blanket wrapped around you and crawled into the bed next to him.

“Couldn’t sleep?” He asked, looking down at you.

“Couldn’t go back to sleep. Ginny and Hermione had left and it woke me up. It’s alright though, I’ll just stay here with you.” He nodded kissing your forehead and putting the book on the bedside table.

He brought you in his arms cuddling you close to him. Charlie was always so warm and it was so easy to fall asleep in his arms.

By the time you all had apparated and found your tent. You watched as Arthur Weasley was having so much fun with the matches. Bless him.

You were sitting on the couch reading next to Charlie when the trio of Hermione, Harry and Ron had come back.

When you made it to the top box you found your seat next to Charlie and Fred. Fred and George had bet all their savings with Ludo Bagman so they couldn’t get souvenirs. You were proud to know they bet on what you thought was going to happen. So, you bought them both shamrock hats.

When you ran into the malfoys, they eagerly waved and hugged you. They were great friends with your parents and you used to babysit draco. You ruffled up his hair and his cheeks turned pink as he tried to fix it.

“You’re friends with the Malfoy’s?” Harry Potter asked with a tilt of his head.

“Mhm, I used to babysit Draco.”

“I cant believe you could handle that git.” Ron muttered watching Draco stalk off.

As the game went on, at tense moments you would squeeze Charlie’s leg. He would grin and shake his head with a small chuckle.

After the game, you watched the twins eagerly accept their money from Bagman. “Thanks, Y/N. We went with what you told us.”

You shook your head, “Merlin, glad I wasn’t wrong.”

Everyone was celebrating in the tent and you were leaning against Charlie’s shoulder on the couch. You assumed you had fallen asleep because woke up to screams. It seems you were the the only one up when you stepped outside the tent to see a marching bad of death eaters. They were holding four muggles in the air like they were puppets. You screamed running back in.

Death Eaters.

“Charlie!” You yelled waking him, Bill, and Percy up.

“What’s wrong, Baby?” He muttered, sleepiness still coating his voice.

“We have to get out of here. Now.” Charlie shot awake.

“What’s happening?” Percy asked, ready to spring into action.

“Death eaters.” You four ran and got Mr. Weasley quickly explaining. You grabbed Ginny and Hermione leading them all outside the tent. You threw a robe over your nightdress and gathered everyone.

Fred and George were supposed to keep up with Ginny. You took the task of Harry, Hermione, and Ron.

Before Charlie ran off to fight he pulled you in for a sweet kiss. It was needy and passionate.

It was a promise to come back.

“You better stay safe.” You muttered.

“You better kick arse.” He smirked before running after Bill and Percy.

“Let’s go.” You, Ron, Harry, and Hermione took off. That’s when you ran into Draco.

He was so casual. You knew why. He made a comment to Ron about his falling and you rolled your eyes.

“Draco, just stay safe. Please.” You whispered to him as the other three kept running.

“You too.” You took off easily catching up with the three. You heard a man cast the dark mark spell. That’s when you took off after him.

The three kids were shouting not to, but you were going to take him down.

You were stalking him in the forest. Who was the prey? Him or you? You didn’t know. It was getting to quiet.

Then it happened.

The man grabbed you and slammed you on the ground. He kicked you, and you rolled off to the side with a groan.

“Son of a bitch.” You hissed.

When you got up he landed his fist in your nose. You finally fired back kneeing him in the abdomen and punching his nose now. He groaned taking a few steps back before he pounced again yanking you by your hair to face him.

You couldn’t see your attacker. It was too dark in the woods to tell. You heard shouts from where you came from, but when they were coming this way he dragged you by your hair. He hid both of you behind a tree a finger placed to your lips to keep quiet.

You bit his finger and he muttered crazy bitch or something of the sort. He kept quiet as the other man passed finding an elf, Winky.

When he was gone, you took the chance to shove him out of your reach.

—-

As you were fighting, the golden trio and Arthur went back to the tent to find out what was happening.

When they arrived, Charlie quickly stood, “Where’s Y\n?”

“She’s not back?” Harry gasped.

“No? She left with you? Where is she?”

—-

The man had shook you like a rag-doll some more. When you were on the ground, he took the chance to disapparate. You picked yourself up and dragged yourself all the way back to your tent.

“Where is she?” Charlie asked again through the tent.

“Where is who?” You asked slipping into the tent.

To say the least you looked awful. Your robe and nightdress had been ripped and blood splattered across it. Your face was littered with cuts and bruises. Your lip was cut, your nose was bleeding and bruised. Your upper arm had a gash bleeding. Your feet got torn up by the sticks. Your hair was frizzy and sticks were in it from him yanking you and throwing you down.

“Holy shit.” Charlie muttered running over to you. “You look awful.”

You chuckled, coughing a little bit of blood, “You should see the other guy.”

Charlie turned angrily towards the golden trio. “What happened?”

“She ran off into the forest. Whoever cashed the dark mark was right there in our grasp. Y/n took her chance and pounced. We would’ve chased after her but we were circled by the Ministry and having to deal with that. Though I thought Mr. Diggory was searching for a culprit. How did he not find you fighting someone?”

You grinned showing your blood-stained teeth, “he grabbed me by the hair and told me to stay quiet behind the tree. I took the chance and bit his finger.”

“Badass.” Fred smirked from the back of the room.

“Badass.” You agreed, leaning on Charlie. “I haven’t had a physical fight without wands in ages. I kinda just attacked him.”

“Did you get a look at him?” Arthur Weasley asked.

You shook your head, “No. it was too dark.”

Charlie set you up on the table and got his wand to fix you up. “No, babe.” You muttered shaking your head, “I’m the healer, remember?”

“Yes, but you’re hurt. I’ll do what it takes to keep you safe.”

You smiled softly as he patched you up. You were as good as new since there were no magic affects. You sighed, “How’d you rip your shirt? Is that a new scar?” You asked running your finger along it.

“Yeah, badass.” You giggled as he carried you off to bed.

When you got home the next morning you and Charlie decided to stay a few more days. You were cuddled up in bed next to your boyfriend a little sore from last night events at the World Cup. You ran your finger along his scars drawing little patterns.

“Did you mean what you said?”

He hummed glancing from his book to you, “What’re you talking about, Love?”

“That you said you would do what it takes?”

“‘Course I did. I’ll make sure you always come home. I’ll do what it takes.”

You nodded, “You too Weasley.”

“I’ll always do what it takes to bring you home back to me.” You sealed your promise with a kiss.

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