Charlie Weasley & Barnaby Lee

Summary: You’ve never known who has the patronus that matches the mark on your skin. It matches your soulmate, you know that for sure, but you don’t know who it is, even well past Hogwarts. During a thunderstorm, amidst a battle (or the beginnings of one), you finally discover who has the patronus of the Hebridean Black Dragon.

Pairing: Charlie Weasley x Reader

Words: 1510

Warnings: lil bit of fighting, dementors, comfort, worried Charlie, fluff

#2 in my Fall Story Collection! Prompts are:

Caught in a Thunderstorm “You look cold, come here.” (bolded) Soulmate AU

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A/N: 1) I want to make this clear- love the Harry Potter world that the amazing author Daniel Radcliffe created, don’t know who this J.K. Rowling is and I hate her. 2) I, deep down, am a sucker for Harry Potter stories. This one helped fill that urge, for a little at least. 3) My fancast for Charlie is Jamie Fraser, if it’s not for you just ignore the gif lol 4) ….ya’ll might get more Harry Potter stories eventually. 

You had never been one for magical animals. You respected their part of the magical world, and understood why people did love them, but kept your distance yourself. You didn’t dislike them, you just had other things you preferred. It wasn’t until years after school, when you cast your patronus for the first time, that all of that became an ironic joke from the universe.

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Charlie Weasley

Percy Weasley

Pastel Percy Punk Percy

Fred Weasley

Spring with Fred Weasley

Rainy day with Fred Weasley

Fred Weasley x Slytherin

George Weasley x Slytherin

Grunge Weasley Twins

Ginny Weasley

Hermione Granger

Lavender Brown

Picnic with Neville Longbottom

Outdoors with Luna Lovegood

Adrian Pucey

Lucius Malfoy

Draco Malfoy x Ravenclaw

The way down the long lawn in front of the castle was wet despite the gentle sunshine peaking through the clouds, the rain stopping just long enough for them all to have a moment of peace for this moment.

This one long moment.

(Y/N) took a breath in and out, feeling Charlie’s hand clasped in hers where they walked at the back of the pack. She could see Penny and Ben at the front leading the way and saw them come to a stop on the long lawn next to three tall figures, two with very tall hats.

She saw Fred Weasley offer Professor Dumbledore a subtle fist bump and saw the headmaster return it just as subtly before her and Charlie, as the last of the group walking, came to a stop right in front of them on the lawn.

Professor McGonagall, the other figure with the tallest of hats, gave (Y/N) a small private smile.

She returned it and turned back to Professor Dumbledore, the figure beside him a woman, not in any wizard clothes, but in simple, comfortable, muggle garb, jeans and a sweater with a pair of ankle length boots.

“Charlie Weasley,” she grinned, “so you’re the one I’ve been told to watch out for.”

Charlie nodded, a small queasy smile on his face, but (Y/N) could see the excitement behind it in his eyes. “Yes, ma’am.”

“You don’t need to call me ma’am. We’ll be co-workers in a few hours from what I hear. I’m the best dragon caretaker in the Eastern world. Supposedly, you have even more potential than I had at your age.” A grin creeped across her face, not altogether unwelcome. “I look forward to you proving it.”

The challenge was a friendly one, but a challenge none-the-less, and Charlie stepped forward as though he was going to take it on then and there.

But he glanced back, looking to (Y/N) as if he just realized he had broken contact with her, as if to ask if it was okay.

She gave him the warm smile she knew he needed.

And he grinned back, turning back towards the female witch.

“I’m ready,” he said, a note of excitement in his voice.

The witch smiled, but (Y/N) couldn’t see his returning expression, just the back of his orange ponytail. “Can you apparate?”

“Not well,” she knew then by the tone of his voice that he grimaced.

The witch lifted her arm instead, offering it out to him. “I can do it then. You won’t need to once you can fly.”

Later that night, (Y/N) found herself along the shore of the black lake, like she had done so many times before with Charlie.

She had thought about asking someone else to join her, had thought that it would be too lonely without him. And she decided that she would, later. But she wanted this one last time, this first time without him, to be just her. When she reached the point next to the black lake where they had cast their patronuses years ago, she decided to do it again.

Cast the patronus to remind her of that night, of the light and hope she had felt, that had grown continuously in her this year so that she knew, even in those dark moments, that there would be hope on the other side.

“Expecto patronum.”

The words did not come out as a yell like they had come so many times before, but quietly, not a bare whisper or a hesitant one. Not even a frightened one. But the sure confidence that quiet confidence brought.

She smiled at the familiar sight of blue ghostly wings fluttering into the air, but stepped back when the size of the creature grew and grew, fully forming until it was much larger than a phoenix.

It was a thunderbird.

She had seen it countless times in books, the most notable in Newt Scamander’s guide to care of magical creatures, but it was another thing entirely for the massive creature to be before her.

It spun around, its ghostly blue wings not gold like its realy counterpart, but still ethereal and majestic in beauty as it flapped in the air, turning its long curved head and beak so it faced her.

So close that she could see its eyes.

A quiet sob escaped her.

Thunderbird eyes. His eyes.

She reached her hand forward as though she would touch the luminescent feathers, the shiny ghostly beak.

And she smiled.

Because this meant one very important thing.

That she would always have him with her in these eyes.

Charlie Weasley x Short!Reader (SMUT)

Summary: Charlie wrecks his innocent, short girlfriend on his mother’s dining table.

Warnings: Size kink, mild innocence kink, gentle choking, hints of overstimulation and multiple orgasms, descriptive smut, sex, very dirty talk, Charlie Weasley (yes, he is a warning).

Word count: Approx 840

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A/N: Hi loves, here’s some Charlie smut. That is all, please enjoy in all of it’s kinky glory. Apologies, this is vaguely edited, likely that there are still mistakes.

Breathless, heavy, slow thrusts, accompanied by the low grunt of the man above you, his half lidded eyes fixed on your blissed out features, hazy and barely coherent. Charlie had worked you up, brought you to the edge again and again, playing with you until he brought you to your euphoria, only to work you up again and again.

It was blissful torture in the best way, the pleasure almost overwhelming, but you never wanted it to end, his thumb dragging slow, tight circles around your soft bud as his hips met yours with the prominent slap of skin on skin.

Hiiiiiii!!! It’s… been a while. Again. Let’s face it, I’ll never be able to post as often as I’d like. I just don’t like rushing stuff, or posting anything I’m not happy with, so…

Anyhow, I LOVED writing for the Weasley family, and I’ll most likely do it again soon. Bill and Charlie are both underrated characters in my opinion and I had a ton of fun letting them ‘shine’ (despite this being a sort of sad story, but that always seems to be where I end up… XD)

Also, I might have to edit this once more, but it’s late, I have not posted in about two weeks and I just want to go to sleep XD That being said, take it for what it is, and I’ll try to correct any grammatical errors later. Good night! <3

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Please note:

1: I don’t own any of the gifs used, nor any already established characters, so credit to the authors and original creators - You have done a phenomenal job :)

2: English is not my native language, as I was born and raised in Sweden. I have, however, studied English for almost a decade, so I don’t think it’ll be a problem, I just thought I’d let you know ;)

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You probably already know this, but still:

Y/N - Your name

Y/N/N - Your nickname

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Word count: ≈ 2800 (they just keep getting longer, don’t they? XD)

Warnings: Light swearing, blood, angst

Enjoy! :)

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That’s what family is all about

“How big did his tongue get?”

“It was four feet long before his parents would let me shrink it!”

The sound of laughter was heard from the kitchen as (Y/N) Weasley entered her childhood home. She worked as an arithmancer, and had been stationed at a research-facility in the northern parts of Sweden for the past few years. Her work took up most of her time, but she had just travelled home to go see the quidditch final with her dad, older brother Bill, twin brother Charlie and all their younger siblings.

“It isn’t funny”, her dad shouted. “That sort of behaviour seriously undermines wizard-muggle relations! I spend half my life campaigning against the mistreatment of muggles, and my own sons-”

“Are just a wee bit too daft to understand that!”

Liz put a gentle arm around the kneazle and (Y/N) had to pull her attention away from across the forest clearing to her as she spoke to her.

“Sorry. What was that?”

Liz glanced across the sunny glade, “I said he needs his tail brushed out,” she said, smiling slightly at (Y/N), “would you grab me the brush?”

“Oh…uh…yeah,” (Y/N) made an effort to keep her mind on the task as she helped Liz brush out the kneazle’s tail. They were walking back to the castle, the smells of lunch wafting in from the Great Hall as they entered through the main doors when a most disturbing sight reached their eyes.

(Y/N) had to take a second glance to make sure her eyes were still working properly.

It was Professor Snape. But the reason that the image had not made complete sense to her upon first seeing it was that he wasn’t wearing his usual set of identical and drapery black robes.

He was wearing scarlet and gold.

A rather gaudy depiction of the colors if (Y/N) was being honest. He was practically blazing like a lit phoenix.

Both Liz and her were gaping, but it was Merula beside them who began to laugh.

Snape swung around and she shut up straight away before he had caught who had been laughing.

Finally, unable to find the perpetrator, he turned back away.

“Looks like Professor Snape lost a bet with Professor McGonagall after the last match,” a voice said beside them.

(Y/N) turned to see Charlie, a smile lit her features.

“Looks like it.”

“Best we go inside,” he nodded his head to the open doors of the great hall, “before he starts breathing fire as well.”

“Like you were ever afraid of anything that breathed fire,” she said, as she, Liz, and Merula joined him.

They found a seat at one of the center tables for lunch and (Y/N) didn’t have time to look at the food overly much before Merula was already digging in.

“I’m starving,” she muttered between bites.

(Y/N) smirked and turned to talk to Barnaby, but movement out of her peripheral vision caught her eye.

It was an owl, the lopsided creature seemed to be struggling, but there was no mistaking that it was headed directly for them.

At the last second, (Y/N) shifted out of the way as it landed on the table beside her, right in front of Charlie.

Everyone at their table winced as they spied the letter.

“It’s a howler, Charlie,” Barnaby said, grabbing onto Liz beside him as though in fear.

“Better open it,” Ismelda said with a dark look.

Charlie gripped the edges of the parchment with tentative hands, and then, with the finality of going to a funeral, flipped the flap of the letter open.

“Charles Weasley. It has come to my attention that you helped with the celebration feast for Professor McGonagall’s wondrous new promotion. Please send our love to her.

However, it has also come to my attention that while helping, you also knew of the pyrotechnics that George and Fred planned.

I am most… and I repeat…most disappointed in you that you allowed your younger brothers to handle dangerous explosives.

Oh, and (Y/N), congratulations on helping Hufflepuff plan the event. I heard it was a smash hit.”

With a final pop, the letter exploded out of existence.

Charlie stared at the place where the howler had disappeared, aghast.

“How can my mom blame me for that?” Charlie gaped, turning to face (Y/N), “that was your idea.”

“Hey,” (Y/N) shrugged with a grin, “I’m not the dangerous dragon boy with long hair.”

He gave her a quirk of a wry smile.

“Besides, Charlie,” Barnaby said from where he was having a hearty helping of dainty little sandwiches, three stacks tall. “Doesn’t your mum love (Y/N)?”

“That’s true,” Charlie grinned, grabbing to steal one of the sandwiches, but Barnaby slapped his hand away with a reproachful look.

Charlie leaned over to speak low so only (Y/N) could hear, “he eats like my brother and holds his food in the same high regard that he does.” (Y/N) laughed and Charlie smiled to see the grin on her face. “You know. There’s something I want to show you on the fifth floor. It’s on the left wing of the castle, looking West. I think you’ll like it.”

“Today?”

“Tonight.”

The steps leading up to the balcony were slick with rain, but Charlie held tight to her hand as he helped her up the stairs. When she got to the top of the flight, an exhale escaped her in a whoosh of breath.

The balcony looked out over the western sky.

And the orangey sunset was visible even with the rain currently letting down over their part of the world.

“How did you…find this place?” She gaped, looking out over the view of the mountains in the distance, the sun just lowering to touch their peaks.

“Can’t really take all the credit,” Charlie said, following behind her as she made her way forward more onto the balcony. “It was actually Liz who told me about it. She said you’d like it.”

(Y/N) turned, meeting his gaze, and the small crooked smile that graced his face.

She smiled back, feeling her cheeks match her feelings.

“It’s like being able to see the whole world,” she said, turning back to the view. “Lake, Mountains, Forests. All of nature is just stretched out before us. Even the sky.” She looked down to see the reflection of the sunset in the waters of the black lakes below, like a mirage of the real thing, like some sort of painter’s rendition of the excellence before them, the light cresting the waves like they were clouds in the sky, not on the opposite side of sight.

She spun around, grabbed his face and kissed him. He laughed as she pulled away.

“Wow! You must have really liked it!”

“I do. Thank you.”

Charlie bowed his head and she couldn’t get herself to stop smiling as she found a place to sit in one of the balcony’s benches.

Charlie sat beside her.

“You know, sometimes I forget how beautiful this place is.”

He smiled as he moved his hand to wrap hers.

The way down the long lawn in front of the castle was wet despite the gentle sunshine peaking through the clouds, the rain stopping just long enough for them all to have a moment of peace for this moment.

This one long moment.

(Y/N) took a breath in and out, feeling Charlie’s hand clasped in hers where they walked at the back of the pack. She could see Penny and Ben at the front leading the way and saw them come to a stop on the long lawn next to three tall figures, two with very tall hats.

She saw Fred Weasley offer Professor Dumbledore a subtle fist bump and saw the headmaster return it just as subtly before her and Charlie, as the last of the group walking, came to a stop right in front of them on the lawn.

Professor McGonagall, the other figure with the tallest of hats, gave (Y/N) a small private smile.

She returned it and turned back to Professor Dumbledore, the figure beside him a woman, not in any wizard clothes, but in simple, comfortable, muggle garb, jeans and a sweater with a pair of ankle length boots.

“Charlie Weasley,” she grinned, “so you’re the one I’ve been told to watch out for.”

Charlie nodded, a small queasy smile on his face, but (Y/N) could see the excitement behind it in his eyes. “Yes, ma’am.”

“You don’t need to call me ma’am. We’ll be co-workers in a few hours from what I hear. I’m the best dragon caretaker in the Eastern world. Supposedly, you have even more potential than I had at your age.” A grin creeped across her face, not altogether unwelcome. “I look forward to you proving it.”

The challenge was a friendly one, but a challenge none-the-less, and Charlie stepped forward as though he was going to take it on then and there.

But he glanced back, looking to (Y/N) as if he just realized he had broken contact with her, as if to ask if it was okay.

She gave him the warm smile she knew he needed.

And he grinned back, turning back towards the female witch.

“I’m ready,” he said, a note of excitement in his voice.

The witch smiled, but (Y/N) couldn’t see his returning expression, just the back of his orange ponytail. “Can you apparate?”

“Not well,” she knew then by the tone of his voice that he grimaced.

The witch lifted her arm instead, offering it out to him. “I can do it then. You won’t need to once you can fly.”

Later that night, (Y/N) found herself along the shore of the black lake, like she had done so many times before with Charlie.

She had thought about asking someone else to join her, had thought that it would be too lonely without him. And she decided that she would, later. But she wanted this one last time, this first time without him, to be just her. When she reached the point next to the black lake where they had cast their patronuses years ago, she decided to do it again.

Cast the patronus to remind her of that night, of the light and hope she had felt, that had grown continuously in her this year so that she knew, even in those dark moments, that there would be hope on the other side.

“Expecto patronum.”

The words did not come out as a yell like they had come so many times before, but quietly, not a bare whisper or a hesitant one. Not even a frightened one. But the sure confidence that quiet confidence brought.

She smiled at the familiar sight of blue ghostly wings fluttering into the air, but stepped back when the size of the creature grew and grew, fully forming until it was much larger than a phoenix.

It was a thunderbird.

She had seen it countless times in books, the most notable in Newt Scamander’s guide to care of magical creatures, but it was another thing entirely for the massive creature to be before her.

It spun around, its ghostly blue wings not gold like its realy counterpart, but still ethereal and majestic in beauty as it flapped in the air, turning its long curved head and beak so it faced her.

So close that she could see its eyes.

A quiet sob escaped her.

Thunderbird eyes. His eyes.

She reached her hand forward as though she would touch the luminescent feathers, the shiny ghostly beak.

And she smiled.

Because this meant one very important thing.

That she would always have him with her in these eyes.

Graduation

(Y/N) tweaked her graduation robes until they were situated correctly in place. And then, with a flurry of her wand for a finishing touch, she said, “Tactus aurum.”

A halo of light lifted around her and then fell, falling onto her sleeves and other parts of the draping cloth. When it settled on the black fabric, it turned into starlight sparkles of gold.

The final task of any Hogwarts student, picking the spell to bequeath to their graduation robes.

“You ready?” Chiara peeked her head inside, her own robes lined with silver, and if one looked closely enough…wolves.

“I like your robes,” (Y/N) smiled, reaching her silver haired friend.

Chiara gave her a grin that was almost more a baring of teeth and (Y/N) laughed. It felt like a mirthful laugh and she let herself feel it, let herself treasure it and lift her up.

The way down to the great hall was not clogged like it usually was. Indeed, all the younger students were reportedly already down there, in their places so that the seventh years, the graduates could arrive last.

As (Y/N) and Chiara approached the back hallways, the thin corridors that led to the back of the great hall and the room behind it, she caught sight of more than a few of her fellow classmates. Diego Caplan’s robes were a sunshine yellow. Tulip Karasu’s blue robes sported exploding fireworks actually exploding on the fabric, sucking in and then exploding again. Liz Tuttle’s robes were the simple graduate black, but had a tiny picture niffler running along the fabric so that one tried to keep track of him only to lose sight of him again.

Chiara broke off from (Y/N) to talk to them right outside the room while (Y/N) entered alone to the sight of even more of her seventh year friends.

Badeea Ali in robes of moving falling stars; Talbott Winger, with a full raven, wings spread wide, on the back of his; Merula and Barnaby in robes of emerald green, though Barnaby’s had tiny bowtruckles running all over it, Ismelda in robes somehow even blacker than the rest of them; Penny Haywood in light yellow robes with flowers drifting to land on the bottom, so that the flowers were slowly building up at her hem; and Ben Copper, a moving, roaring lion on the back of his robes.

(Y/N) smiled when three familiar figures approached her.

Jae wore scarlet robes with a golden sheen that (Y/N) swore looked like tiny galleons in the shifting light. Andre wore robes with more delicate spells than any of them, moving brooms around the collar and other hem lines, delicate and artful stitching in other places that he no doubt did himself, and delicate, but polished buttons. (Y/N) smiled when she saw Tonk’s robes.

Dora wore robes that faded from pink the color of her hair to the truest white at the bottom, and along the hems, wands and dragons.

(Y/N) felt her eyes well with tears at the homage to Charlie.

“What do you think they are gonna do?” Andre asked, shifting his robes so that they sat straighter on him.

(Y/N) shook her head, but it was Dora who answered.

“Whatever it is, it’s going to be memorable.”

(Y/N) smiled then, “things at Hogwarts always are.”

“Graduates!” Professor Flitwick whisper shouted from the front of the room, closest to the doors out into the Great Hall. “It’s time!”

Her peers hustled to get in line, those in the hallway called back in by other students and they all filed into one long single file line. She found herself, not by accident, right behind Nymphadora Tonks.

And suddenly the doors were opened, and the first person in line, Murphy was ushered out in his announcer inspired robes, followed shortly by Skye Parkin in quidditch robes.

The line shifted forward. (Y/N) felt herself shuffling forward, just focusing on keeping track of the end of Dora’s robes in front of her.

More people were called out. (Y/N) could hear mumbled speaking, mumbled cheers from the hallway, and one by one, her friends left the room stepping out into the Great Hall beyond.

She could just make out part of the doorway above the heads of the other graduates; all she could see through that little bit of window was the ceiling of the Great Hall.

Sunset, to match the time of day and no doubt what was happening outside the walls of this castle as the day turned to night, evening turned to dusk.

Another graduate, Badeea this time, left out into the hallway and (Y/N) watched her and then three others follow with baited breath.

Ben, then Barnaby, Ismelda then Merula, Diego, then Talbott and Tulip. Liz, then Chiara, and finally, Jae.

That’s when (Y/N) looked behind her and realized she was the last person in line.

She exhaled.

Andre left through the doors, leaving only her, Professor Flitwick, and Dora in the room when suddenly Dora turned around, stopping, and pulled her wand from her robes.

“May I?” she asked, gesturing to (Y/N)’s robes.

(Y/N) nodded and Dora reached out, waved the wand over her head.

And Dora spoke, her voice sure, but soft, softer than (Y/N) had ever heard it.

“Memini Doni.”

Golden stars fell before (Y/N)’s eyes, blurring her vision as they landed on her robes. She looked at her right cuff, where one of the golden stars landed amid the ones she had placed on her robes earlier, but this one exploded when it hit.

And it turned into a phoenix.

The phoenix flew off, across her robes and she watched as another star landed, this one exploding into a snitch.

She watched the snitch fly off as another star landed right beside it on her arm and a book exploded into the fabric, flapping like wings. As the stars landed, they all exploded; a thunderbird, then a cauldron, a broom, then a bowtruckle; a feather, then a scarf, a bubble then a puffskein, and a firework. Altgoether, the items soared across the fabric, manifesting in shades of gold.

The last star, the one yet to land, floated above (Y/N)’s nose before falling, landing and exploding somewhere on the bottom of her robes.

She saw a shifting of wings, and then the creature soared up, flying out of sight as it circled behind her back.

But it reappeared, launching itself right onto her right arm and curling up around it.

(Y/N) found herself reaching with her left hand to touch the dragon, the gold embossing on her robes shimmering with its scales.

She meant to thank Dora, but all that came out of her mouth was:

“I miss him.”

Dora laid her hand right over (Y/N)’s.

“Me too.”

She turned from her and stepped up the steps.

“Dora?!”

She turned back.

“Thank you.”

Dora turned back, glancing back just once , smiling, before she stepped out into the Great Hall to a roar of cheers.

(Y/N) felt a few tears fall from her face, landing on her robes and making the golden parts of the fabric shimmer even more.

“Whenever you’re ready, Miss (Y/LN),” Professor Flitwick spoke from where he stood right beside the door.

(Y/N) took a long pull of breath, looking up.

“I’m ready.”

The crowd cheered just as they had when the others had entered the hall, and altogether, the graduates stood together on the stage, holding hands, before they were permitted to move to their seats and their house tables, right in the front. Honors were announced then, as well as students who received varying academic awards for various subjects. (Y/N) barely heard they announced her award for defeating and finally breaking the curse on all the cursed vaults in the school.

But she did hear when they announced the awards for Care of Magical Creatures astounding N.E.W.T.S. and honors.

Lizard Tuttle, Barnaby Lee, (Y/N) (Y/LN), and finally, Charlie Weasley, for the award of most outstanding caretaker of all magical creatures, demonstrating the most bravery and compassion in any field.

(Y/N) smiled, touching the dragon on her arm as she watched Professor Dumbledore make his speech to the graduates. At the end, he spoke four words that she had never heard him say before.

“Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!”

The whole crowd cheered when the feast appeared before them, everyone found themselves filling themselves to their fullest, as well as traveling around the room to hug various other graduates, or in the younger students’ cases, hugging graduates that they would miss.

It was long after the sky overhead had turned to starlight, the candles floating in the air trying to reflect the light from the heavens that the heads of houses collected all the graduates, leading them out of the hall and through a side corridor first. They waited for a while, talking among themselves when Professor McGonagall finally let them all exit out a side door of the castle, into the starlight and out onto the grounds right before the Black Lake.

It was only then that (Y/N) realized what was going on when she saw the little boats on the shore, lanterns at their prows, and Hagrid standing on the sand before them.

She glanced back up at the castle, seeing the lights of dozens of lanterns and candles and the shapes of hundreds in front of the doors to the castle, notably among them, a candle lit a figure with long robes and a silver beard.

She could have sworn she saw him smile before she followed the others down to the beach and helped them all get into the boats.

“Forward!” Hagrid called and they all felt the boats lurch forward and they sailed across the Black Lake, under a sky of stars, and away from Hogwarts.

(Y/N) glanced back once more, glimpsing the sight of all the lights in the castle, the towers and turrets, and the crowd of people with lanterns and candles right before the doors, all of which she could only see the lights.

Then she turned back, gazing towards the other side of the lake and the train that she knew was there.

This is the end of Year 7! Stay tuned for more!Comment with the Hogwarts house you’re in and a description of your Mc!

To say that charlie weasley and you were best friends was an understatement. You two were practically soul mates, platonic of course. However you were starting to wonder if there could ever be more. Ever since you had stayed at the burrow for like a week over summer, you haven't been able to stop thinking about those damn freckles.

You descended the stairs as the clock struck one am, the short shorts clinging to your legs nicely. You couldn't sleep for hours, tossing and turning in the worst way. You decided to finally get up and get some water, thankful that no one else was awake. You went to the sink and grabbed a glass, pouring water and looking at the vast fields in front of you covered in the moonlight.

The feeling of the water slipping down your throat brought you a strong sense of calmness. You felt as though the craziness of your life, such as your family, your future and the upcoming tests in your 5th year at Hogwarts, had all paused even for a split second and you felt good.

You were brought out of your daise by a noise behind you, you whipped your head around and saw in the dimly lit kitchen charlie weasley's silhouette standing on the last step. The sudden movement of your body caused the glass to fall and shatter on the ground. "Shit charlie, you scared the crap out of me." He huffed humorously.

"Sorry, I didn't think anyone was awake." I pulled out my wand and repaired the glass.

"Yeah, I was enjoying the silence, this house is never silent." He walked over to you and took the glass out of your hand.

"Yeah, these hours of the day are some of my favorite." He smirked at the light blush on your cheeks as he thought of how pretty you looked in moonlight.

"I will admit it is peaceful here, thanks for inviting me." He chuckled.

"Of course, I wish you could stay longer." You smiled.

"Yeah, I bet you do." You chuckled. He stepped closer to you, your bodies inches away.

"Want me to show you how much I want you to stay?" Your cheeks were definitely a crimson color now.

"Ch-charlie, what're doing?" You whispered. You were staring at his freckles, thinking about how much you loved them. You looked into his eyes as he towered over you and swore he could see directly into your soul.

"I can't stop thinking about you y/n. You're my best friend and I can't live without you."

"Charlie, I- i don't know what to say." His smirk faltered.

"I'm sorry y/n, I don't know what I was thinking." He started towards the stairs before you could stop him.

"Charlie, wait I-" he ignored you and continued up the stairs to his room.

Now, as you were boarding the train to your fifth year at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry, you felt a subtle stress settling on your shoulders. You sighed and looked through compartments, smiling when you saw your best friends Nymphadora Tonks and Ben Copper sitting in a compartment.

"Hey! I missed you guys so much!" They both smiled as they saw you put your trunk into the overhead compartment.

"Hey y/n! How was your summer?" Your smile subsided. "Great, how was yours?"

"Awesome, I went to new york of all places, saw the empire state building-" you smiled as tonks recounted her summer to you and Ben. You sat back as the train pulled away feeling more than content.

As the train pulled up to Hogwarts and students got out, you and tonks made your way to the platform, Ben left to go with Barnaby Lee and Andre Egwu, both of whom greeted you with hugs. Now it was just you Tonks and your friend Tulip Kasaru.

Tonks wanted to make sure her dungbomb was secure in her luggage but you and tulip wanted to go with the rest of the leaving students to dinner in the great hall. You checked her luggage and went back to the platform where it was almost completely deserted. You both let out groans of annoyance.

"We have to hurry, we'll be late and thats not a great way to start our fifth year." Tulip said as you nodded. You three hurriedly ran to the great hall, getting death glares from Filch and Mrs. Norris. As you were sitting down at the Gryffindor table, you looked over and saw Charlie looking at you. You looked at him and blushed, going to ask him if you could talk later, just then Dumbledore's voice broke through the great hall. You turned away from Charlie to listen to the speech.

"Welcome, welcome, to another year-" you drowned out the speech and thought of that night with Charlie, you turned to look at him, seeing him looking at Dumbledore and Dumbledore only. You looked back at Dumbledore as first years began getting sorted into their houses and tried to stop thinking about that damn red hair you loved so much.

After dinner, you and your best friend Rowan went to the common room and sat down. "Hey y/n, how was your summer?"

"It was pretty good, how was yours?" She smiled and leaned back on the couch.

"It was amazing. Spending everyday with my family was wonderful. What about you what did you do?" Just as she said that, a certain red head walked in the common room.

"Well, this summer I stayed with a friend for a while, and honestly, things have been a little weird since." You said as Charlie walked by with Andre, you knew he could hear you. He sat down across the common room and looked at you. You smiled and he quickly averted his gaze.

"Really, who and how so?" Rowan asked, munching on some snack nuts. You looked back to her, making your voice a tad bit louder so the red head could hear you in the somewhat quiet common room.

"Well, this friend and I have known each other for years, and we're really close, but I think they have started to catch feelings. I have too, but the problem is over the summer, they tried to pull something and of course, I was too stupid to react in time. Hence the awkwardness." You took the chance and glanced at Charlie, whose gaze was directly on you.

"Damn, have you tried talking to them since?" You responded keeping eye contact with Charlie.

"Yeah, actually, I have, but I wish they would actually talk to me, I mean, I feel like an idiot because I'm not good at feelings, you know?" She nodded and smiled at the same time Charlie looked back at Andre.

"You know, any person is lucky to have you, you are the most generous and caring person I know, I'm sure it'll work out, you just gotta give it time." You smiled at her as Charlie went up to his dorm.

"Yeah I'm sure your right Rowan, thank you." You smiled. "Hey, I'm really jet lagged, or I guess train lagged, is it alright if I go to bed early?" She smiled.

"Of course, sweet dreams." She said as she made her way over to Andre. As you walked towards the stairs, you decided to take a huge chance and went to the boys dorm instead of the girls, specifically, Charlie's dorm. You prayed that he was alone, thankfully, as you opened the door soundlessly, you saw him sitting on his bed, head dropped between his shoulders in an empty dorm. You slipped in and shut the door.

"Charlie," you said in an unsteady voice. He shot up and turned towards you and you realized he was shirtless. He stared into your eyes for a second before he spoke.

"Y/n, blimey, this is the boys dorm," he said as he put on a shirt. You averted your gaze to the floor.

"I know, I'm sorry I just really wanted to talk to you, ever since summer, I feel we've been incredibly awkward in each other's presence." When he didn't say anything, you continued.

"Look, I don't know if you heard me downstairs, but I think you did and I meant what I said, all of it. The part about me being too stupid to realize how to respond, the part about me liking you back, everything." He walked over to you and you held your breathe.

"You mean it, you sure?" You let out a shaky breathe.

"Yes, I mean it i swear, I'm idiot and you're my best friend. Ever since that night, I swear I miss you so much and want you just as much as I miss you." He smiled and took your hand.

"I'm so glad, I've had a crush on you for years" you let out a laugh.

"So does this mean we're dating?" You asked sheepishly.

"Wow you really meant the part about being stupid huh?" You laughed and tried to look offended. Before you could say anything back, he brought his lips upon yours in a long awaited kiss.

Pairing: Charlie Weasley x fem!reader

Summary: Charlie and his wife visit a wizards Christmas music, absolute fluff ensues as Charlie can’t help but admire his wife.

A/N: Hi!! I’ve finished uni for the next month (yeyy!!) so hopefully I’ll be able to get some holiday fics out! Thinking I might do a part two to this as well – with them at the Weasley’s on Christmas – let me know if that’s something you want to see! Or feel free to request any other fics for the holidays!

Wordcount: 1.4k of complete fluff

Summary: You get invited to spend Christmas at the Burrow by Bill. Little do you know, you’re about to meet the love of your life.

Words: 1.1k

Key: Y/N your name

Warning: Unedited 😬

A/N: it’s been a while since i posted i’m sorry :(

i have a fred x reader lined up and i’m still working on some requests i got.

i’m almost at a 100 followers so i wanna say; thank you so much for supporting me!!!

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You met Bill Weasley when he worked in Egypt. He was dealing with some cursed treasure while you were dealing with the Peruvian Vipertooth dragon protecting it, as was the job of a volunteer of the Society for the Protection of Magical Creatures. Since that assignment you shared, Bill and you remained close friends even though you travelled constantly. You wrote each other letters often, in the last you mentioned that you are in Southern England for work, to which he immediately invited you to his family home for Christmas dinner, giving you very little room to refuse. Not that you wanted to, of course. Working 24/7 can get a bit tiring, and you would never say no to a home cooked meal.

Thus, with a smile on your face and a baby dragon in your coat pocket, you knocked on the door of the Burrow. Two short seconds later the door opened and you stood face to face with a kind-looking, middle aged woman. She had one hand on her hip in a motherly manner, and wore an apron with many different stains on it.