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pappydaddy · 4 years ago

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tolerate it (p.w.)

A/N: I got tolerate it done! I have been wanting to write this one since I started this collection and I am so happy to have finished it this is one of my favourite songs from Evermore! I also somehow had this take another course while I was writing this and I accidentally connected it to another fic I am writing for this collection (evermore) so I have altered evermore's description to fit it. I just felt this chemistry as I was writing these characters and it just kinda happened. I also thew in a little easter egg relating to ivy in there - I just couldn't help myself because the opportunity was right there.

I want to let it be known that this is not Percy slander, it is just how this fic ended up. Percy is very career driven and he also cares about how he looks and his image and that is shown in this fic.

Anywho, I know there are a lot of people out there waiting on requests and they are coming, just very slowly. I have not had much time to work on writing because of school, but I will get your requests out eventually! However, I hope you lovelies can enjoy this in the meantime💛!

Paring: Percy Weasley x Fem!Reader, a bit of Charlie Weasley x fem!Reader (too much chemistry to deny honestly)

Show/Movie: Harry Potter

Not Requested

Taglist: @sarcasticallywitty15

No Voldemort AU, no corrupt Ministry (other than everyday corruption. NOT PERCY SLANDER, JUST CHARACTERIZATION (EXPLAINED ABOVE)

Warnings: Loneliness, breaking up, sadness, angst.

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*I COULD NOT GET A GIF - I AM SORRY BUT THERE are ABSOLUTELY NO PERCY GIFS AVAILABLE TO ME😭*

The sound of silence swirled in the room with the dust that floated in the golden rays of sunlight. For something so present in her life these days, Y/N was still not used to the painful silence. She sat on the cushioned couch in Percy’s study, a book laid open on her lap, her hands folded, her back straight. She never used to sit like that, she always thought people who did look like they were always trying to hide something. But, then again, she never used to think she’d be sitting in the same room as her fiancé while feeling like she was millions of kilometres away from him. She lifted her eyes slowly, trailing over the beautifully crafted hardwood floor, over the red and gold rug (that matched the decor of the room), they danced along the dark wood of Percy’s desk. They finally stopped when they landed on his flaming red hair as it shined in the afternoon sunlight. Her head lifted as she studied him. Hunched over his papers, he scribbled furiously. “Percy, dear,” She cleared her throat when her voice came out more mousey than she expected. Percy hummed, not lifting his head from his work. “I was thinking we could go to town today, shop around for some more things for your brother’s visit?”

“Why? Charlie will be fine with everything we have in the guest room.” Percy grunted, dipping his quill in the ink-pot. Y/N pursed her lips, setting the book on the cushion beside her.

“Well, maybe we could get different soap for the ensuite? Maybe some relaxing candles, stuff so he can draw himself a bath,” She suggested, folding her hands back in her lap. “I’m sure he will be tired from coming all the way here from Romania. He’s not used to England time anymore.”

“Charlie doesn’t need all that, besides, it’s not like he’ll have time to relax. Once he’s here, we’ve got to get right to work,” He shook his head as he read over the new paper in his hands. “We’ve got lots of work to do,” He paused, his eyes finally looking at her, but only to flick over her seated form. “You would understand if you were still working.” He jabbed.

Y/N nodded, rolling her lips as she let the comment slide off her back, not thinking too much about his quip, just like she did with the others. “Well, we should still get him something nice, welcome him into our house.”

“I can’t go to town, Y/N, I have to get this done. You can go if you think it to be so important.”

“But I thought it would be nice to go together. It is a beautiful Saturday and those aren’t due for another week-“ She tried to explain, but the sound of Percy angrily throwing his quill against the table cut her off, startling her.

“I can’t just run off to town on a whim. Now if you can’t sit in here quietly then you can go read in another room or something, I don’t care what you do as long as I can get some peace and quiet.” He exploded, gesturing his hand aggressively towards the closed door to his study. She silently looked at the door.

“Sorry, I’ll leave you alone.” She whispered, grabbing the book and raising from the vision, remembering the lecture Percy had given her last time she didn’t put her book back before leaving a room. On her way to the door, she gently laid the book on one of the built-in bookshelves, not even looking at it. Instead, she kept her eyes forward, not wanting to look at Percy as he bowed his head back down to scribble on the paper. The door opened with a creak as Y/N slid out into the large and empty hall. Softly, she rested her weight on the door till it shut. Heaving out a sigh, she let her head fall back against the beautifully crafted white door, the identical one beside her jiggling when the other locked into it with a click.

Living with Percy was not what she thought it would be. When she was just a naive schoolgirl, they talked of having a decent house with a cozy feel, the rooms filled with laughter and the warmth of family, nights spent by the crackling fire with hushed voices and tender touches. The memories of the daydreams she had looked like a fairytale, conjured up from the mind of a foolish girl who thought happy endings were real. Now, she was alone in this grand house, the rooms and halls feeling cold with the only sound being the echoes of her footsteps. Heaving a sigh, she pushed herself off the door and made her way to get ready to go to town.

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The melody of classical music filled the room as it was bathed in the orange and pink hues of the setting sun. Y/N sat in the armchair by the fire, watching the flames licking the stone, the black smoke swirling up into the chimney. Percy sat in the chair across from her, a book open in his hands, his head bowed low. Many nights in the Common Room were spent like these, Percy’s nose in a book as they sat by the warm fire. It looked almost the exact same as those nights to anyone else who had witnessed them, but Y/N could tell the difference. Now, the fire felt just as cold at the space between them, gone were the soft touches, the stroke of Percy’s thumb against Y/N’s hand, the feeling of his side pressed against her side, the comfortable silence. Y/N missed it all, but the thing she missed the most were the glances that left her smiling and blushing while a storm of butterflies raged in her stomach. Now, she just sat watching him read with his head low, noticing every little thing he does and doesn’t do.

“Percy,” Charlie’s gruff voice spoke, speaking over the cracks of the fire and breaking the verbal silence. Percy looked up from his book, his eyes not even glancing at Y/N in their path to look at Charlie entering the sitting room. Y/N softly turned her head to look at Charlie who took a seat on the empty couch. “I just thought of something that we should talk about in tomorrow's meeting.” He informed him.

“Just one second, Charlie,” Percy interrupted him before he could continue, his finger in the air as he turned his eyes to Y/N sitting across from him. She already knew what he was going to say before the words tumbled out of his mouth. “Y/N, would you excuse us, we have to discuss business and you have no need to be here while we do that.” He finally spoke to her for the first time since dinner. She nodded, standing from the chair and smoothing the back of her dress.

“She doesn’t need to go, the house is far too cold for her not to be near a fire and there isn’t one made anywhere else but my room.” Charlie insisted, catching Y/N’s forearm as she went to walk by the couch, heading for the grand archway leading to the dark hall.

“Nonsense, she can make one with her wand in the bedroom,” Percy waved him off. Y/N bit her bottom lip, looking back at Percy. “What are you looking at me for? You know how to start a fire, I know you’re two years younger than me, but they still taught you the same things as they taught me in Hogwarts.”

“I know how to do it, but I can’t. My wand broke when I slipped on ice in town a couple of days ago, I haven’t been able to run to Diagon Alley to get it fixed yet, remember?” She reminded him meekly, not wanting the same reprimanding she had received when she had told him the first time. Percy tutted, rolling his eyes as he remembered, gently closing the book still in his hands and setting it beside his leg, sticking into the gap between the cushion and the armrest of the chair.

“Ah, yes, I remember now. It’s laying on your dresser snapped practically in half. How many times do I have to tell you not to take your wand when it is icy out? How many wands do you need to break before you realize that,” He lectured as if she was a child. “Very well, wait outside the doorway and I’ll come to start a fire for you.” He heaved out a sigh, beckoning her away with a flick of his hand. Nodding, she went to walk away, but Charlie had not let go of her, instead, he tightened his hold, keeping her in place.

She looked down at him, her lips parted slightly in shock as he glared at his younger brother before looking up at her. “You can just go in my room while Percy and I talk then I will come get you and we can go and start a fire for you in your room.” Charlie informed her in such a way that told her she was not going to argue with him. Nodding silently, she pulled her arm free from his now loose grip and exited the room as it fell silent with tense air between the brothers, her heels clicking on the hardwood and the cracks of the fire being the only sound.

They must have waited until they couldn’t hear her heel clicks anymore before starting to talk since she didn’t hear a single sound coming from the room as she walked down the dark hall, the only light coming from the flicking flames of the candles lining the hallway. She sighed, pushing Charlie’s door open and slipping to the room. She didn’t even notice how cold she was until she stepped into the warm room, she relaxed into the warmth, closing the door behind her to trap the heat in. Making her way over to the armchair stationed in front of the roaring fire, she watched the flames just like she had done in the other room, thinking. All she did was sit in silence, try to live alongside Percy without messing up and making him lecture her. She didn’t understand it. She couldn’t understand how this Percy was the same Percy who stayed up late in the Common Room to talk to her about the scars of her past and soothed each and every one of them, laying soft blankets over the barbed wire of her heart so she could escape and finally love.

She jumped slightly when the door creaked open. Startled, she looked up to see Charlie walking into the room, closing the door behind him again. “Sorry to startle you, I didn’t know you were so deep in thought.” Charlie apologized, sitting in the other armchair across from her.

“It is okay, Charlie,” She told him, moving to stand but he held a hand out to signal her to stop. Obeying him immediately as if he was Percy, she settled back in her chair, sitting posed with her hands folded delicately in her lap, nervous as to why he seemed so stern, assuming she was going to have to listen to another lecture. “Are we not going to start a fire in the master bedroom?” She asked quietly when he didn’t answer, only dropping his hand back to his thigh with a slap, shaking his head.

“No, not yet. I want to talk to you first.” He told her.

“Oh-” She trailed off, her eyes casting down to the rug under their feet before back up at him, confused. “About what? If it is about getting Percy to mention something in the meeting for you, he doesn’t let me talk about work with him-”

“It’s not about Percy, not entirely,” He cut her off, leaning towards her with narrowed eyes as he studied her. She gulped, leaning away, unsure of what he was doing. “You’ve changed,” He mused, leaning back in the chair after concluding his study of her, his eyes still burning into her as she shifted. She knew she changed, it was not hard to tell that she has changed. “You used to stand up for yourself, make yourself known. You were never the doting housewife type of person, but yet here you are, being treated like a child by your fiancé. Why?”

She shrugged, dropping her eyes to the floor. “People change. Percy is so mature and wise, he must be right so that means I should listen to him, he knows best.” She whispered, not believing a word she said. Percy was mature and wise, much older than her, but she knew that he was not right about how he treated her.

“I don’t believe that, but it’s late and you should get some sleep,” He stood, prompting her to stand as well, hurriedly as if she would be scolded for not being prompt enough. “I excused myself from the meeting tomorrow and I am taking you to Diagon Alley. So you have to be up, we are spending the day there and eating supper there as well, which gives you a break from the house chores and Percy commenting on how dirty the plates are or how you set the table wrong, or your cooking. Might even swing by and visit Fred and George’s shop, must have lots to talk to you about, those two.” He told her as he walked to the door, her following behind him silently.

“What about Percy, is he still holding the meeting? He must be mad about you cancelling on him.” She asked nervously as he led her through the darkened halls, the candles having been extinguished, the only light coming from the winter moonlight streaming in through the grand windows.

“He got an urgent letter from the Ministry, he had to leave immediately for an emergency, probably be gone tonight and most of tomorrow.” Charlie told her, opening her bedroom that she shared with Percy.

“I hope everything is okay, it must be very important for him to be called away at a time like this.” She commented, shivering as she stepped into the room that seemed to be even colder than the frozen hall.

“Nothing to worry too much about, I am sure it is just a vermin issue and he has to try to contact someone to tend to it. I think he muttered something about Flesh-eating slugs actually,” He didn’t even look at her as he flicked his wand at the fireplace, igniting the wood that laid stacked in it. Something about how he spoke told her that he wasn’t telling the truth and Percy hadn’t been called away, instead, having stormed off to the office. He pocketed his wand, turning to look at her as she stood in the middle of the room, the glow of the fire lightning it. “I will leave you this to sleep on,” He paused, walking to the door while still looking at her. “The sanctuary is looking for a new magizoologist with an extensive knowledge in herbology.”

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Y/N walked out of Ollivander’s with her new wand encased safely in the box which was in a bag dangling from the crook of her elbow. Charlie walked out behind her, letting the door fall shut after they said bye to Ollivander. “Okay, now that you’ve got your wand, let’s pop into the Twin’s shop.” Charlie suggested, pointing to the brightly pained shop with the giant, animated man. She looked up as she slipped her knotted coin bag back into her pocket, taking in the shop.

“Sure I haven’t seen the shop in a while. I just never have time to come here. Not with all the chores I have to do around the house.” She shrugged, stuffing her gloved hands into the pockets of her travelling cloak.

“What on earth does my brother have you doing that takes up all your time?” Charlie questioned as they started to slowly make their way down the crowded street, taking their time and enjoying the feeling of walking through the snowy alley. Y/N shrugged again, her eyes looking down at the snow-covered cobblestone, the white fluff packed into the cracks of the cobblestone.

“I mostly clean around the house, but I have to do it a certain way, if I do not, I end up having to listen to Percy’s comments about how much he tolerates.” She told him as they neared the front door of the joke shop, Charlie pulling the door open, letting her go in first as he scoffed at her comment, but he didn’t say anything. Y/N ignored Charlie, looking around the busy story, watching as fireworks whizzed around, ducking as one came right at her head.

“Let’s see what Fred and George think of how he’s treating you,” Charlie hummed, gently leading her farther into the shop so that he could close the door, cutting the cold winter wind off. “There’s one of them now.” He pointed to the tall ginger who was talking to a young customer, nabbing a product from the top of the tall shelf. Before she could protest, Charlie was walking around her and approaching the twin with long strides.

Scurrying after him, she caught up just in time for the twin to turn around, the child scampering off elsewhere to browse. “Ah, Charlie, my dear brother. To what do we owe the pleasure of you gracing our shop too,” The twin exclaimed, a feeling of joy and fun surrounding them as they spent more time in the store. “And Y/N, the future Mrs. Percy Weasley. Good to see you, Madam.” He bowed to her extravagantly, making Y/N looked around the shop with reddened cheeks, hoping nobody saw his little show.

“Hi, George,” Y/N greeted, recognizing the voice. Appearance-wise, she had a hard time telling them apart, but as soon as they talked, she was able to pinpoint just which twin was in front of her without fail. George nodded at the greeting, standing right as Fred wandered over to the group leisurely. “Fred.” Y/N greeted him first, his hands in his pockets, making his suit jacket flare out, being a picture of laid-back.

“Good morning, Y/N,” He nodded to her before nodding to his older brother. “Charlie. What can we do for you today?” He posed the same question his twin had, looking between the pair he never thought he would see grace his shop together. Charlie shrugged, looking at the shelf next to him, poking a box.

“Just popped in to take a peek and get your opinions on a topic we were just discussing,” Charlie told them, jamming his hands into his jacket pockets, looking back to his tall brothers. “Percy.”

“And what about our dear brother?” Fred asked, rolling onto the balls of his feet then rocking back onto his heels. Y/N shook her head at Charlie, fairly annoyed with his mission. She knew everything he was saying, they were all thoughts she already held in her head, but how could she leave Percy after all the love that they held for one another. That love had to still be there, it couldn’t just disappear suddenly.

“Has Y/N changed in the past two years?” Charlie blurted out, confusing the two pranksters in front of him, making them share puzzled looks before looking at Charlie again.

“Yeah, but what does that have to do with Percy?” George wondered.

“Look, yes, I have changed, but Percy has to still love me,” She directed the comment to Charlie, leaving Fred and George to look at each other, questioning what was going on. “All that love couldn’t have just disappeared. We love each other and while life is not how I pictured it, I do not see why I have to do anything to change it. If Percy thinks life should be like that, then he must be right.” She expressed.

“Tell us, Y/N, what life had you pictured?” Charlie asked, crossing his arms over his chest as he instantly knew this would win the argument for him. Y/N shrugged, thinking, her eyes drifting around the store as she thought back to the visions she fell asleep to. The stories she thought would be a reality, but now know that they were just fairytales of a naive girl.

“I guess I always pictured Percy and I sitting on a couch in front of a warm fire, him reading a book out loud. We would share soft touches as we both relaxed after a long day at work. The house would be warm and lively, heated by our love for each other as we did daily activities together like cooking,” She paused, her eyes dancing along the ceiling as fireworks fizzled out overhead. She watched the once bright colours flicker and sputter before going out, leaving a trail of grey smoke swirling into the air. “He would do great things in the Ministry, building up the Wizarding World and I would be making strides in the Magizoologist field,” She sighed, looking back at the three men. “But I guess, somewhere along the way, now he’s building his career and I am just sitting at home, trying to make sure everything is perfect for him all the time.” She trailed off, hanging her head as she thought it through.

“Personally, I don’t see how your life now can compare to the life you pictured.” George spoke up.

“Of course it is incomparable, but life never goes as planned. What I wanted and what I am supposed to have are two very different things,” She agreed. “Besides, it’s not how the world works, I am just naive and childish, Percy tells me that all the time.” Fred shook his head, pointing between himself and his twin.

“No, no. We are childish, you were never naive and childish. You had dreams and an idea of how you wanted your life.” Fred told her, oddly wise and serious for him. George nodded along, silently agreeing. Huffing, Y/N’s tongue flicked out, swiping along her drying lips. Glancing at Charlie, she saw him looking at her, a look in his eye telling her to believe them. She found herself trusting his eyes, staying locked in his gaze until she came to her senses and darted her eyes back to the ceiling.

“It isn’t too late to have your dream life, Y/N,” Charlie spoke softly. Y/N could feel his eyes on her still, but she ignored it and continued to look at the ceiling where fireworks once were zooming around, darting towards the shelves, fizzing and sparking with beautiful colours. “You just have to talk to Percy if you always pictured him in your life. You can have the life you pictured, what you want and what you are supposed to have are not two different things.” He told her.” She listened to his words. She could do it. She could remove the painful dagger he had jabbed into her dreams and pull it out if she had to.

“I’ll talk to him.” She nodded, looking back over at Charlie who smiled at her, proud that she had finally listened. She found the corners of her lips turning up into a smile as she gazed into his eyes, feeling a weight lifting off her shoulders and chest. Just then, pops and fizzes were heard overhead, making her look up, seeing the bright colours swirling around the ceiling before each of them whizzed off elsewhere in the shop.

“Well, that means it is a new hour-” Fred started, looking up at the new fireworks speeding through the store, dodging one that almost hit him.

“Lunchtime.” George finished, also gazing at the fireworks.

“Well, we best be heading to lunch, we’ve got lots to discuss and do today,” Charlie nodded to his brothers who started a game of rock, paper, scissors to see who would take their lunch first. “I’ll see you at Y/N’s and Percy’s tomorrow night for the family dinner before I leave?” He asked them, earning nods and a frustrated grunt from Fred when George beat him in the first game.

“See you guys.” Y/N waved as they started a new round. Charlie and her turning around to make their way out of the shop, walking back out into the bitter cold. Y/N couldn’t help but let her destined conversation with Percy weigh on her mind.

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Y/N collected the dirty plates as Percy talked to Bill about Ministry business, the others having migrated to the living room after Y/N had denied help, the only one who insisted passed her stubbornness and actually forced her to let him help was Charlie who took it upon himself to clean and put the dishes back. “Here, dear, let me take those into the kitchen for you.” Molly marched back into the dining room, hands out ready to grab the stack of dishes from Y/N.

“You do not need to help, Molly, you are our guest, I am more than capable.” She insisted politely, adding another plate to the stack. It was one of their fancier sets, not that any of their sets weren’t fancy, but these ones were the more expensive set that they used for family gatherings.

“Nonsense dear, you can’t take all of these dishes without your wand. I’ll clear the table and you can go search for it.” Molly waved her hand at the young woman, forcefully grabbing the stacks of plates from her hands.

“Did you lose your brand new wand already?” Percy asked her, cutting off his conversation once his mother was in the kitchen. Y/N looked to him, shrinking back under his judgemental gaze, folding into herself as if she was a child being scolded.

“I had it in the bedroom while I was getting ready, I left it on the bed to go into the bathroom, but it was gone when I got back,” She explained, but he just huffed, rolling his eyes at her, muttering under his breath, clearly embarrassed she had been so foolish in front of his family. “I honestly think it got wrapped up in the sheets, I am sure I will find it when it is time to go to bed.” She spoke up.

“I am very sorry for her immaturity, Bill,” Percy apologized. “Y/N, could you go wait in the kitchen while I finish up with Bill then I’ll call you back in.” He told her. Nodding, she bowed her head, walking through the doorway leading to the kitchen. Molly and Charlie looked at her, but she simply waited outside of the doorway, trying not to listen to Percy and Bill talking.

“What are you doing,” She jumped when Charlie appeared beside her, his present startling her. “Sorry,” He apologized, drying his hands on one of the dishtowels as the dishes continued to watch themselves in the sink, Molly leaving the room to get more dishes from the table. “But what are you doing?”

“Waiting for Percy to be done, he wants to talk about me losing my wand,” She told him. Charlie groaned, tossing the towel to the counter messily, giving her a look. “I know, I know,” She muttered, knowing what he was thinking. “I need to talk to him, but I am not talking to him right before a huge family dinner nor am I talking to him while you’re here.” She told him, turning around as he walked farther into the kitchen, starting to put the dishes away as they placed themselves into the rack after drying themselves.

“That means you’re going to talk to him tomorrow after I leave, right?” He asked, not noticing Fred and George walking into the kitchen in search of more food, the pair stopping to listen to the conversation.

“Yes, at some point tomorrow I will talk to him. For now, I can survive this treatment for another night, besides, I want to put the conversation off because what if it’s the end of Percy and I? Am I really ready for that possibility? What if there is still love buried under this mess?” She worried, watching as he moved through the kitchen to place the dishes back, having already figured out the layout in the short time he was there. She was amazed at how quick he was to adapt to change.

“I guess then that is the difference between the life you picture and the life you are meant to have, there are things that just do not work out because they are holding you back from your dream. If this conversation is the end of you and Percy then it is the end.” Charlie shrugged, stopping what he was doing as the dishes started to lag behind. She hummed nervously, twisting her fingers as she shifted.

“Y/N, could you come in here for a moment?” Percy called to her. With one last look shared between her and Charlie, she turned, nearly bumping into George in the process, not realizing he was in the room. He smiled down at her, moving out of her way as Fred wandered up to Charlie, patting him on his back.

“You and I aren’t that different, are we Charlie-boy? Both trying to break up engagements.” He spoke, but something told Y/N she was not meant to hear that.

“I’m not trying to break up with engagement, Fred, that’s ridiculous-” She couldn’t hear what else Charlie was saying as she walked into the dining room again, spotting Percy sitting in the same spot, his hands folded on the clean table in front of him, Molly walking into the kitchen, smiling as she passed her, clearly unaware she was going to be lectured by her son.

“Really, Percy, I know where my wand is, I just didn’t have enough time to actually look for it in the sheets.” She told him, taking a seat at the table, a few spots down the head he sat at, his cold eyes on her. She gulped, shifting in her seat as she folded her hands in her lap, angling her body to look at him better.

“You couldn’t have told me you lost your wand? I could have found it and spared us being embarrassed in front of my family,” He questioned, exasperated. “You know, I know I saw this a lot, but I really do tolerate so much from you. Please, for the love of Merlin, next time think about how we appear to others before you tell people that you lost your brand new wand. I mean, how clumsy are you? First, you break one and now you lost one.” He shook his head, standing up, his chair scraping against the hardwood floor.

“I really am sorry, Molly was asking and I couldn’t lie to her,” She insisted, standing up herself. “Where are you going, is this the end of the conversation, I don’t even get to defend myself?” She asked as he walked towards the archway leading to the hall. He paused, looking over his shoulder at her.

“I have to go do damage control so that we are not the laughing stock of the family. Why don’t you go and work on the dishes with Charlie?” He suggested in a way that told her to just listen to him. Not wanting to put him into a worse mood than he already was, she obeyed, making her way back into the kitchen where Charlie worked at putting the dishes away again, the twins had left, obviously taking the hallway back to the sitting room.

“Hey, I know this might not be the time, but I just realized that I might not be able to return for Christmas again this year so I wanted to take this opportunity to say Happy Christmas to you.” Charlie said when he heard her walking in, looking over his shoulder as he placed a glass back into its spot.

“Happy Christmas, Charlie.” She returned the festive greeting solemnly, making Charlie give her a concerned look before deciding not to ask any questions, clearly seeing that she was too wrapped up in her head to listen to him pester her. Instead, he went back to putting the dishes back, glancing at her every few minutes.

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The house had returned to its normal silence once again, leaving Y/N sitting alone in the sitting room, waiting for Percy to get home from the Ministry. She twisted her fingers together, staring at the flames in the fireplace, heating the room. Looking up as she heard the door to their house opening, she stood, rushing through the sitting room to look out into the hall, seeing Percy shrugging off his cloak and setting his briefcase down. “Percy,” She spoke softly, gaining his attention. He hummed, looking up at her as he untied his shoes. “Could you come in here a moment, I have to talk to you about something.” She asked him rather nervously.

“Of course, just a moment while I change my shoes, I don’t want to track snow into the house,” He told her, grabbing another pair of shoes to slip on. She nodded, ducking back into the sitting room and making her way back over to the sofa, taking her spot back. The thought of this conversation being the end of her relationship with him weighed in her mind, but after spending the day all by herself for the first time in a week, she realized how it already felt that it was over between them for the longest time. She wasn’t able to think too much about it anymore as Percy walked into the room, rubbing his hands together and blowing into them, trying to warm himself up. “What do you need to talk about?” He asked her, standing in front of the fireplace, holding his hands out to it.

“I want my dream life,” She blurted out, not giving herself a chance to chicken out. Gulping, she watched as he glanced over his shoulder at her in confusion. “I want to go back to work and I want to know if you still love me.” She continued, throwing the plan she had rehearsed for this conversation out the window.

“Of course I still love you-”

“Really? Because it seems to me that I am just a burden that you tolerate and I should not just be tolerated, I should be celebrated and shown love, but all you do is make comments and roll your eyes as if I am a child,” She ranted, the words just pouring out, easing the pressure she didn’t know she had weighing down on her chest. “I want to be loved and appreciated, not banished to doorways and shooed out of rooms. I want to be able to live, I want to be relevant in someone else's life, I want to make a name for myself, not just making it into the footnotes of your success story,” She paused, looking lifting her eyes from the floor, looking at him to see him fully turned towards her, his mouth hanging open as he blinked at her. “And I so desperately want to know that there is still love between us because you were who I imagined in my perfect life. Please,” She choked on unshed tears, feeling the tell-tale lump in her throat, blocking the words from leaving her mouth. “Please tell me that this is all in my head and that there is a flame still burning in the depths of this darkness.” She pleaded, a few tears slipping down her cold cheeks.

She was silent, the only noise coming from her were the sniffles as she tried to not let out the sobs and cries she was holding back. He stayed silent as well, his eyes stuck to the floor under his feet, not wanting to meet her eyes. A sob slipped past her lips as she realized what the silence meant, but part of her didn’t want to believe it. “If you don’t tell me it is possible for us to love each other still, then I will have no problem taking this dagger you jabbed through my heart out, leaving the idea of us bleeding out on this coffee table if that meant I could have my dream life,” She was fully prepared now to leave him, to dump the weight of him off her shoulders. “Believe me, Percy Weasley, I can do it if you do not tell me that I somehow got this all wrong,” She gave him another opportunity to speak up, to fight for her, but he remained silent, still not lifting his eyes to meet her. Just then, she knew that she could not deny it anymore and her heart shattered with the force compared to the killing curse, breaking into millions of little, tiny pieces as she realized that there was no more love and he was just tolerating her to save face. “Well, I guess this belongs to you again,” She whispered, pulling the engagement ring off her finger, gently laying it on the clean coffee table, standing up. “I already had my things ready in case this happened so this is goodbye, Percy.” She kept her eyes on him, hoping that he would lift his eyes from the floor finally and tell her to stay, that he did love her still, but he didn’t. He remained just as silent and cold as the house they were in. He gave her no other choice but to walk out of the room and walk out of this life, now free from the dagger in her heart and the weight of him crushing down on her, free from him only tolerating her.

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realtalkswithfinn · 5 years ago

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Being Ginny Weasleys Twin Sister would include...

A/N: I totally didn’t write this because I have red hair and want to be a weasley... for sure I did not...

Ron literally can not stand when you both come to Hogwarts because now not only does he have to watch out for Fred and George but you guys too

You insult him tag team style.

“Merlin Ronald, you look like you brushed your hair with your fingers this morning.”

“Nice one Gin, though it’s bold of you to assume he brushes his hair at all.”

Absolutely loosing your marbles when Ginny goes missing in CoS

Turning to your brothers for emotional support even though they kinda suck at it

They’re so tall and give good hugs so it almost doesn’t matter that they don’t know what to say when you’re crying

Ginny confiding her crush on Harry to you

You hardcore shipping it

“How is he so oblivious?”

“Ginny, this is Harry we’re talking about.”

When either of you get a new partner, the other threatens them

“I swear on my life I will break your kneecaps if you hurt my sister.”

Your brothers try to be just ask scary but let’s be honest, they will never be as scary as a short, pissed off redhead girl

You’re NEVER allowed to even look at someone in a romantic way, not with all your brothers around

“Leave her alone Fred, she’s allowed to accept dates.”

“Not from a FIFTH YEAR SLYTHERIN-“

Always being jealous of Fred and George for being able to pull a switch-a-roo

While they were identical, you and Ginny were just different enough for your close friends and family to tell who’s who

Even still you both were color coded as a kid lmao

She was pink, you were blue

You shared a room and always got mad when the other made a mess

Of course, it continued when you shared a dorm at Hogwarts

“DUDE GET YOUR QUITTITCH STUFF OFF MY BED IT LITERALLY STINKS.”

Knocking Percy off his high horse

“You can’t tell us to do our homework anymore Percy we’re not at school.”

“Yeah, that badge means NOTHING to us.”

You’re best friends with Luna

When the older Twins open up the Joke Shop, they give you a discount.

“Just don’t tell Ron.”

Matching Pygmy Puffs

Hers is pink yours is blue

Play fighting when you’re even slightly agitated

“I KNOW YOU WORE MY SHIRT TO HOGSMEAD GET READY TO SQUARE THE FUCK UP-“

Literally attacking Bill and Charlie when they come home because you need a break from your other brothers

Asking Harry and Hermione what you should get Aurthor from the Muggle world for Christmas

They help you make a scrap book of pictures that don’t move and he LOVES IT

Of course you guys put yourselves on the first page with the title “the best daughters ever.”

Molly making you and Ginny Christmas sweaters in which yours is Blue with a pink letter and hers is Pink with a blue letter

Whenever you take a family picture, you always get on Freds shoulders while Ginny gets on George’s

You guys still use pinky promises as a legitimate form of trust

Braiding each other’s hair before matches

Managing to evesdrop in Order meetings

Helping each other out during DA meetings

When Harry, Ron and Hermione are out destroying Horcruxes, you two keep the peace in Hogwarts

You try to provide hope, but late at night you talk about how worried you are with Neville and Luna

Completely breaking when Harry “dies” not only because he was your friend, but also because you know how heartbroken Ginny is

When Fred dies in the war, neither of you leave George’s side for months

Feeling a little guilty because when Ginny was “gone”, she came back

Getting to be Ginnys maid of Honor

Just having a family that absolutely adores you and a sister you wouldn’t trade the world for

This was so self indulgent lmao

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Christmas Gift

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omgrachwrites · 5 years ago

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Mission Accomplished - Charlie Weasley

Charlie Weasley x Reader

Summary: With Y/N’s help, Charlie comes up with a plan that will piss off her father, Lucius.

Warnings: none, just fluff!!!

Words: 890

A/N: This is the second part of my Charlie mini series, you can find part one here! Hope you guys enjoy! I love you all xxx

< previous part next part >

Part Two

Charlie twirled his wand in boredom, the Gryffindors and the Slytherins were in charms class, performing the spell ‘Arresto Momentum,’ which was used to slow objects down. Charlie had already mastered that spell when he’d gone searching for the cursed vaults with his friends. He chanced a glance over at Y/N who had just performed the spell perfectly. She grinned as her friend congratulated her, but as soon as her friend turned away, Y/N’s smile slipped from her face. Charlie knew what she was thinking about and he knew just how hard things were for her at the moment.

He wanted to see her smile – she was ever so pretty when she smiled, even prettier than usual – they weren’t exactly friends but they weren’t exactly enemies, they were somewhere in between. He toyed at his bottom lip with his teeth before he pointed his wand in Y/N’s direction and mumbled the incantation beneath his breath. Seconds later, a shower of golden sparks rained down on her, she smiled prettily as she looked at the sparks and she realised that the spell had only been cast over her.

Her smile widened when she looked around for who cast the spell and she made eye contact with Charlie. She looked so ethereal as the golden sparks got caught in her hair and in her long eyelashes.

At the end of the lesson, Charlie smiled sheepishly at her, feeling his cheeks heating, “I just wanted you to feel better.”

Y/N beamed as realisation dawned on her face, “you were the one who performed that spell?” she touched Charlie’s arm gently and as she did so he felt a weird fluttering in his stomach, “you’re so sweet, Weasley.”

Unfortunately, Y/N’s dad didn’t make a visit to the school before the Christmas break, so Charlie had two full weeks that he could spend on concocting his plan. He told his dad about the plan and he told his older brother, Bill who had come home from Egypt.

“Nah, mate that plan sucks. Lucius Malfoy is completely ruthless, he’s not going to be phased by something like that,” Bill snickered as they were all sitting around the fire, drinking hot chocolate.

Arthur, Charlie’s dad peered at him over his glasses in an apologetic sort of way, “I’m sorry Charlie, but I have to agree with Bill. What exactly is your reasoning behind this plan of yours?”

Charlie sighed as he sipped at his foamy chocolate drink, he was trying to think about how he was going to put it into words, “she’s different, I know that she’s a Malfoy and everything but she really doesn’t act like one. She’s nice,” he flushed as Arthur and Bill smirked at him knowingly. Charlie simply wanted to make Y/N feel better about her situation, it was obvious that she didn’t want to marry Felix, “will it make things harder for you at work, if I go through with my plan, dad?”

Arthur smiled at him as he shook his head, “no more than usual son. You need to do what you think is right, I’m proud of you Charlie,” Charlie smiled gratefully; he had his dad’s blessing so he could finalise his plan.

Charlie was lucky in that the first week of term, Lucius turned up at Hogwarts. He was on the board of governors for the school, so unfortunately, Dumbledore had to entertain him sometimes. Indeed, it was usually unfortunate when Lucius came to the castle for dinner – he was such a horrid man – though right now it worked out in Charlie’s favour.

He got Y/N to meet him in the Entrance Hall when everybody was having their meal; she was dressed in blue which brought out the colour in her eyes perfectly. Charlie grinned as he took her hand and led her into the Great Hall; they walked right in front of the teacher’s table. Charlie had to make sure that Lucius would be watching them like a hawk.

Y/N looked nervously over at her dad before looking back over at Charlie; he’d never noticed before how much her pretty eyes sparkled in the candlelight, “what’s your plan Weasley?”

“Do you trust me? I need you to trust me; it’s the only way that this plan is going to work.”

Y/N sighed, narrowing her eyes suspiciously before nodding, “I trust you Charlie.”

Charlie smiled, cupping her warm, rosy cheeks as he leaned in to kiss her. It was just a brief kiss, the softest touch of lips. But, it was enough to make Lucius glare at them both, his grey eyes were hard and he looked absolutely furious.

Y/N giggled, “is that the best that you can do Weasley?”

Charlie felt a tugging on his tie and Y/N reattached their lips. It was a passionate kiss this time, long and deep. Charlie’s tongue even snuck into her mouth to taste her, she tasted of strawberry jam. He groaned as he felt Y/N’s fingers bury themselves deep in his hair, tugging at the strands to pull him even closer. They could both hear students whoop and cheer as they kissed, but they didn’t care. They just deepened the kiss even further.

Charlie knew that his mission was a success, all he’d needed was for Y/N to trust him and she did that without a second thought. Mission accomplished.

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ellaustenn · 6 years ago

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I’m an idiot

Pairing: Charlie x Reader

Word count: 2325

Plot: Charlie is avoiding you for some reasons, but he doesn’t share them with you. He just stopped talking with you, and is actually Penny who tells you what’s happening.

Author’s note: Charlie Weasley x Reader cause I can’t get enough of this. Also, just like the first OneShot: English is not my first language (I’m Italian).

Y/N: Your name

Y/H: Your House

January, 1988.

I entered the library with a slow pace, my gaze fixed on the floor. At my chest I was holding History of Magic, the books bag was slamming against my leg at every step. I passed Madama Pince's desk and I heard her mumble something incomprehensible; I was so downcast that I didn’t even have the strength to roll my eyes.

I passed some dusty bookshelves, I saw a few books levitate towards their place almost as if they had their own soul, a couple of students greeted me with a brief gesture. I found the person I was looking for sitting at a long table between two high shelves.

He was passing a hand through his ginger hair when I sat down next to him. He looked tired, sighing from time to time. In front of him he had a piece of parchment full of notes, books of different subjects were open.

“How long have you not slept?” I asked him in a low voice, placing my things on the table.

Bill Weasley shook his head. “N.E.W.T.s are approaching, and I need to stay focus on my studies. Besides, I fear I’ve forgotten what going to sleep means”

Without saying anything back, I nodded. I knew exactly how Bill felt: my O.W.L.s were getting closer as well. At times it seemed that my brain was melted, for those hours I remained glued to books to study. Occasionally, I would even stay up almost all night to review History of Magic or Transfigurations.

One time, Rowan woke up after having a bad dream. Her first intention was to sneak into my bed, wake me up and tell me about the nightmare, but I wasn’t even in the dorm. She had found me only by going down into the Common Room.

“Y/N, you should be in bed!” she had called me, shaking her head.

“I wanted to reread Ancient Runes’ notes,” it had been my answer.

Next to me, Bill grabbed one of his books and started turning the pages. When he found what he was looking for, he stopped and began to read in a low voice. A lock of ginger hair fell on his face and he, blowing, moved it.

I tried to get myself to study too, I didn’t come to the library for conversation after all.

I opened History of Magic to the page where the last topic Binnis had explained began, and in my mind I could even hear the monotonous voice of the ghost.

For almost ten minutes I managed to stay focused on the text, then a side note caught my attention. Three words had been written obliquely, one below the other and in block letters; the 'O's were a snitch.

“I love you”

I bit my lip and passed the index finger on the writing, knowing very well who the calligraphy belonged to. Sighing, I turned to Bill: perhaps he could tell me why my best friend, as well as a boy for whom I had a huge crush on, did nothing but avoid me for weeks.

“Bill,” I called him. “Do you know why Charlie is avoiding me?”

My voice was a whisper, little more than a breath. I was not sure that Bill had heard me, but he lowered the book he was reading and turned to me. His skin was pale, his eyes lit by a sad light that didn’t suit him at all. For a second I felt myself sinking, as if Bill knew something I didn’t know, as if he were about to tell me that Charlie had changed his mind about me and started to hate me.

“Oh dear Merlin! What have I done?” I asked him, already feeling the tears coming.

Bill took my hands in his and shook his head. “Y/N, you didn’t do anything wrong. It’s just that I don’t know how to answer you: Charlie is avoiding me too”

“What? But you’re his brother!” I replied, frowning. “Why is he doing this to you? And more importantly, how long is this going on?”

Bill shrugged. “A few weeks? I don’t know, Y/N. I noticed that, whenever I wanted to have a chat with him, he find an excuse to leave”

I looked down and shook my head, most of the hair fell in front of my face acting as a tent. I bit my lip so as not to cry, because without Charlie I felt incomplete, even empty.

I remembered that morning when I waited for him just outside the Great Hall, we both had Potions and, as usual, we would go to class together. He came out of the Great Hall with Andre discussing a bit of the quidditch match that would have taken place that weekend and a bit of dragons.

Andre had noticed me instantly and, with a dazzling smile, had approached to greet me with a hug. I was almost hugging him when, suddently, Charlie had grabbed him by the uniform and had dragged him away, leaving me there, alone.

I had chased them, I asked Charlie what was wrong with him and why he had not even looked at me.

“Leave me alone Y/N” he simply said.

Since that day, I had tried in every way to make me forgive anything I had done to make him so angry. I stopped him in the corridors to talk to him, but he moved me away and continued on his way; I threw him notes during the lessons, but he threw them without even reading them. One afternoon I went to see his quidditch practice and, at the end of it, I had waited outside the locker room.

“Charlie said it’s gonna take a while. He asked me to tell you to not wait for him” one of his teammates had said.

Someone moved the chair in front of mine. Bill let go of my hands and I, trying not to think about how bad it was to stay away from Charlie, I raised my head and saw Penny. Her blond hair was gathered in a high tail, her lips bent in what was the hint of a smile.

“I did some research,” she began, shifting her gaze first on me and the on Bill.

“Research? Why? Were there any research to do?!” panic seized my voice, my mand was already plannin an excuse to be able to deliver the paper late.

In the distance, Madama Pince said, “SHHH!”

Penny chuckled. “Calm down Y/N, it doesn’t concern any of the Hogwarts subjects"

Relieved, I relaxed against the back of the chair and gave her time to continue. Now I was really curious to know what she was referring to.

“Apparently, someone put a gossip aroung on you two” Penny said, pointing to Bill and me with a finger. “It is rumored that you’re together and that you” and she pointed to me. “will spend the summer at the Weasley’s”

Bill frowned and I followed him.

“It is also said that, after Y/N ha gratuated, you two will get married”

Bill and I exchanged a look and immediately burst out laughing. It was ridiculous for people to think that Bill and I were a couple, and even that we should get married right after I graduated.

“I was just coming here to tell you everything when Andre stopped me,” Penny added.

I immediately stopped laughing. “Did he tell you why Charlie avoids us?”

Penny nodded. “The rumors have convinced Charlie that you two are dating”

Bill had been elected Head Boy that year. One of his duties was to organize the evening patrols: all four Prefects were put to work, but in pairs. And the plan that Bill and Penny and I had created was based on this.

A meeting was called so the Head Boy and Girl could choose who was to work with whom. The Head Girl unrolled a small piece of parchment she had held in her hands until that moment, then took a deep breath and called out our names aloud. Bill winked at me when I heard: “Y/N, you’re with Charlie”

I turned to him and smiled, hoping to see him do the same. But Charlie sat with his eyes fixed on his hands.

“Don’t demoralize yourself right now, sis” Bill whispered in my ear. "You have the whole evening to explain him how things really are, and maybe, who knows, he'll be the one you'll marry after graduation"

I blushed and pushed him away.

A few hours after dinner, while the last students walked over to their Common Rooms, I found Charlie waiting for me on the first floor. He stood with his back against the wall, beside him the paintings yawned and got ready to go to sleep.

His ginger hair was always gathered in a low ponytail, his blue eyes fixed on the floor, the lips - so inviting - were slightly open. I told myself that if I had been silent enough, I could have stayed there to admire it, maybe I would have even taken a step forward to be able to count those wonderful freckles.

I cleared my throat and he jerked his head up. I realized that I could lose myself in those blue pools.

Charlie pushed himself off, soaked his lips and then said, “You go to the right and I go to the left”

Without even waiting for my answer, he began to walk. I frowned and stood still for a few moments, trying to understand what had just happened. When I finally recovered, with the sensation of having a boulder in the pit of my stomach, I snapped to the left and followed him.

“Charlie!” I called him over and over again, and every time he heard his name he accelerated the pace.

“Charlie, wait a second!” I screamed at him, reaching out to stop him.

He stopped, and I nearly ruined him. I stopped in time, leaving between us just a meter away - which was too much for me.

“What do you want?” he asked me, sighing.

During the morning I had one hour and I had exploited it by throwing down what I wanted to say to Charlie. I wrote a perfect speech on the pergament, which I had even memorized, but at the moment all those words had vanished into thin air. I opened my mouth to say something, but nothing came out.

Exasperated, Charlie shook his head and started to leave. Before he could even move a single step, I grabbed him by the wrist and looked him straight in the eye.

“You're an idiot Charles Weasley!”

Charlie's gaze fell for a second on my hand around his wrist, then he looked back at me. “What?”

“You heard me!” I exclaimed, letting him go.

“What do I owe this outbreak of anger?” he asked me, narrowing his gaze.

“You've been avoiding me for weeks and you haven’t even told me why! It was Penny who told me your stupid and childish motivation!” I replied, narrowing my gaze and crossing my arms to my chest.

“Stupid and childish?” he asked, raising his voice.

He took a step toward me, shortening the distance, but I didn’t move.

“Exact!” I exclaimed, stamping my feet on the ground. “Bill thinks the same as I do”

“Bill here, Bill there!” he said angrily. “You're always talking about him, Y/N. I would say that I really did well to distance myself, don’t you think?”

“You're an idiot.” I said, pushing him and chanting every word at the same time. “All those times that it's just you and me and you only remember the parts where I'm talking about your brother? What, you forgot maybe that time I supported you all the way, when that wizard cheated us by selling us a Acromantula egg instead of a dragon egg?”

Charlie opened his mouth to reply, but I continued with tears in his eyes.

“Or all the times when I come to see your quidditch practice, or the games? I cheer for you everytime, even if it’s Gryffindor against Y/H?” I swallow, the voice broken by tears. “And let's not forget the times when I have to face one of the challenges that the Cursed Vaults subject me to: Charlie, you're the first to whom I talk about it, not Bill”

“Y/N...” Charlie closed his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath.

“Keep on believing in rumors that are absolutely fake, Charlie Weasley,” I mutter, wiping my tears hard with my palms. I pause to catch my breath, and when I finally see myself in the Gryffindor's blue eyes, a fake laugh comes out of my lips. “And to say that it’s always been you”

Shaking my head, I waved to him and decided to do the patrol on my own. The next day I would have to tell Bill and Penny that the plan was not successful and that, most likely, I had completely lost my best friend.

At this point I didn’t even mind the fact that I had confessed that I liked him.

I started walking, hugging myself and repeating in a low voice not to cry. Then I heard someone running beside me and two hands resting on my shoulders.

“Is not Bill? Was it never him?” Charlie asked me, his voice reduced to a sigh.

I shook my head and instinctively threw myself into his arms. “I only want you, stupid”

Charlie returned the hug, then took my face in his hands. He apologized in a low voice about how he had treated me, begged me to forgive him and murmured over and over again that I he missed me so much. At each word, his face was closer to mine.

“I'm an idiot,” he whispered, just before his lips touched mine.

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tealeafgrimm · 3 years ago

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Christmas Jumper

Fred Weasely x Fem!Reader Summary: Christmas at the Weasley's guarantees many things: loud voices, Molly's contunuous pleas for Bill to cut his hair and Christmas jumpers. For you, it's the first year you get your own, but instead of being happy to be considered part of the family, Fred seems to be bothered by it. Words: 872

The living room was buzzing with people. To be honest, you were amazed at how many people could fit into the seemingly small room. It wasn't your first time at Fred's house, but it was the first time you were spending Christmas with his family. And so, it was also the first time that the entire Weasley family was together at the same time. Before, you had met them all a few at a time. Next to the ginger Weasleys you had almost felt out of place until Hermione, Harry and Fleur had appeared and you were no longer alone in the crowd.

The volume in the room had reached a level that you would have never imagined possible before. This was partly due to the fact that during breakfast, the person sitting furthest away seemed to have the most interesting stories to tell. Thus Mr. Weasley was talking to Harry, who was sitting five seats away from him, Bill and Charlie were shouting things at each other across the table, Percy was arguing with George about some prank and Mrs. Weasley, who was getting more and more upset, attempted to restore some sort of order.

Normally, you were not used to such a crowd of people. You only had one older brother. However, with Fred and George by your side in Hogwarts, you quickly got used to chaos and a noisy environment. And after Fred and you got together in sixth year and with you now sharing a flat with George and him, nothing could faze you. The absence of ominous explosions during breakfast therefore almost created an unfamiliar silence.

"Okay, everyone go wash your hands and then we can start the handing out of presents." Mrs. Weasley began clearing the table while Ron reluctantly disappeared towards the bathroom, muttering to Harry that 'they weren't little kids anymore after all'. Less than five minutes later, however, his mood seemed much better, which surely had something to do with the fact that he was finally allowed to open his presents. Mrs. Weasley had insisted that they had breakfast first, to avoid the chaos that would ensue after all the presents were unwrapped.

"Here my dear, this is for you," Mrs. Weasley smiled and held out a green and red striped parcel, which you accepted with appreciation. Fred, sitting next to you on the sofa, watched you open his mother's present. You knew at once what you had received. A hand-knitted forest green jumper was now lying unwrapped in front of you. "Mrs. Weasley, thank you so much! Now I don't have to steal Fred's anymore!" you laughed and hugged the red-haired woman, winking at Fred. He looked, however, as if someone had just given him a Celestina Warbeck record. You looked in wonder at the small pile of presents in front of him, but couldn't see anything that would account for his bad mood. "Are you okay Freddie?" you asked when you had also thanked the others for their gifts and sat down next to him again. He just looked at you, gave you a quick kiss and nodded. The rest of the day, however, you had the feeling that something was bothering him.

It was only when you had entered your flat after a long, tiring but equally beautiful day, wished George a good night and retired to your room, that you confronted Fred. " Are you sure you're alright?" you asked, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and looking up at him questioningly. " Everything's fine, really. It's just...it's silly," he began, finally shaking his head and giving you a kiss on the cheek. "No, tell me. If I did anything or said anything..." "You have not done anything. I just wished Mum hadn't given you a jumper," he interrupted you. Astonished, you stared at your boyfriend. You knew it was practically the sign that a person was officially family and you loved the jumpers Fred had gotten from his mother in the past. "I don't quite understand. It's just...well I thought..." You didn't really know what you were going to say. Did Fred not want his mother to see you as part of the family? Was he not happy with you anymore?

Your face must have reflected your emotions, because Fred seemed to understand that you thought something was wrong between the two of you. "Oh no no, I didn't mean anything bad by that. Just, I liked you wearing my jumpers and now you have your own." Relief spread through you and a laugh escaped your lips. "And that's a problem? I wear my own clothes most of the time." "But around here, you're wearing my clothes and you look better in them than I do," Fred replied with flushed cheeks, his gaze fixed on a spot above your head. You took his face in your hands and gave him a kiss, laughing. "That's it? I promise I'll keep wearing your jumpers if you feel that strongly about it, okay?" Grinning, you held out your hand and he chimed in. "And you can start by putting this on to sleep," he said as you went into the bathroom together and pressed one of his sweatshirts into your hands.

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mistersandmangivemeadream · 5 years ago

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I ship you with Charlie Weasley! ((There are no gifs of a casted Charlie so I decided Sam Heughan. I decided))

Intro: I love your description of yourself and so it was easy peasy to imagine you in a scenario where you could very well get yourself out of it, but a little help by a clever man might not be unwarranted.

Had lots of fun cracking jokes in this one.

Enjoy!

It burned.

The overpriced lemon drink made you pucker your lips and left behind a flavour similar to sour candies that had been soaked in your grandmother’s bathroom cleaner. Very specific. You don’t remember ever tasting toilet antiseptic. Have you?

You had envisaged this night going much differently.

Your date is an accountant. And it’s not his fault that he gives all accountants the exact reputation expected of them from infancy. Formal, nice, dull. Smells like a nice department store aftershave his mother bought him. Who lives with him. That’s not weird. He has a 401k. There’s a patch of dry skin to the left of his sweetheart shaped lip.

“....so that’s when I told Graham no it’s because your formula is not for the right function, sum….”

You really were hoping the accent would help. It has not. You don’t know whether to scream or yawn so you smile.

“get it-”

It comes out sharper than you mean to, “I got it. Will you excuse me-need to go use the restroom.”

The water from the club’s bathroom sink is desperately splashed into your face over and over. Still not as mind-numbing as the conversation. It’s the most invigorating thing you’ve felt all night. If you hear one more accountant joke or weird fact about David’s mother you might very well explode. The bathroom door opens as a man goes to the urinal closet to you to take a piss. Why? Like why right there? Creep. The sound of it splashing against the tile is the only sound except for a dull throb of bass from the dance-floor underfoot. You just want to go home. Everything is buzzing. Annoyance.

“You know if you were any louder out there the whole block would hear ya”

You squint over. “I’m sorry, excuse you?” His accent is nicer than your dates. Do the English travel in packs? Like pigeons? The United States like a honing device or maybe those bug lights that lure you in then ZAP. Dead. With a shake you get off the excess water and go to grab a paper towel. Wary of the stranger with his odd introduction. An earring catches the light as he runs a free hand through red hair. He’s hot. Weird. But hot.

“Sorry, I could hear you...well..you were ‘loud’ like I said and I think you might prefer eating nails than talking to whathisname”. Jiggling back into some seriously tight pants, your gaze goes back up now little scared. You had quite literally thought about eating nails at some point in the conversation. He shouldn’t know that. Lucky guess. You go to walk around the man. The ginger looks over your face quickly and realizes something. He quickly cleans up.

“That sounds weird. Doesn��t it?”

“Yeah just a bit my sweet dude.”

“‘Sweet dude’. That’s a new one.” He laughs and it’s not a serial killer laugh. You think. You're not sure you’ve ever heard a serial killer so you may not be a good judge of character in this regard.

“Nah, legilimens.”

Your fear quickly dissipates into anger. How dare-

“You’re right that sounds worse doesn’t it?”

“You think?”

“It’s just you were giving off bad vibes when the gent started touching you. That’s the empath shit you don’t need care about- and thought-”

No business of his about how’d you said you weren’t interested in anything like That as politely as possible and he’d still somehow found ways to touch you. You’d handle it.

“That’d you’d save me? I can take care of myself, thanks. You can’t just go barging into people’s head-”

His brow furrows and he protests. “I didn’t barge.”

“Sneak in like a sneaky little snake man.”

The bark of a laugh on the man fills every corner. You don’t like how it sneaks up into your chest and makes you stop thinking about where you’ve tasted toilet antiseptic before. Arms remain crossed as the Englishman stays a healthy distance away. His hands go up in a contrite manner. Yeah. We will see how sorry he really is….

“Listen. I’m sorry it was invasive and won’t do it again. Just answer me one question. Or not, won’t force you. ‘Do you want a way out with the gent or not?’”

Like a balloon all the air goes out of you.

“Yeah….but..”

A feeble protest. As the ginger puts out an eager hand as he gets within a couple feet of you,

“Then Charlie Weasely at your service. Man with a plan against the wankers of the world. And at least a pint of liquid courage in me.”

You can’t help the lip twitch that’s almost a smile in the right lighting. As Charlie’s voice lowers to match his soften eyes,

“If you’ll have me?”

There is a pause. “Fine. But you are still a weird snakey man.” Taking his hand, you never realized how much you appreciated a man who believes in skincare and hand lotion. Firsts for everything tonight.

“I’ll take it. But I’m a Gryffindor.”The man straight up lets out a “Rawr.” Hands and all. Christ on a bike you are going to have to re-evaluate your standards after this evening for the company you keep. You go to follow him out of the bathroom. No plan except to follow this funky little Weasley into God knows what.

“Quit staring at my ass.” he says.

“Get out of my head.”

“Oh sweetheart, I didn’t need to read your mind to know that one.”

Charlie’s wink makes you grin for the first time that night. Making you believe it may be salvageable after all.

Poor David.

He’s got his mother.

He’ll be alright.

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statticscribbles · 4 years ago

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Christmas Gift

Summary: Charlie Weasely/Reader; Charlie’s not the type to remember to update his parents on his life

You look up from the chair you’re curled on; letting the mug of coffee you’d made float over to him; he grins holding it in his hands and sipping from it as he leans against the counter. “Are you sure they won’t mind?” You question nervously as Charlie pulls you next to him and then drapes the blanket from the back of the chair around both of you. “Course, they’ll love you as a surprise; besides we have at least twenty minutes before someone wakes up and screams the house down.” “I can’t believe you didn’t tell them you were coming; my family would murder me if I showed up with my husband on Christmas day without telling them.” You turn to face Charlie when he sucks in a breath. “Charlie?”

“ I didn’t tell them we were married.” “They don’t know about me?” “I don’t talk to them that much! The last time they visited was before we were dating! I mentioned I fancied you and then they hounded me so I stopped answering!” You stare at him and he grins sheepishly. “I hope your mother wakes up first.” “No she’ll yell the most. Why do you want to put me through that.” “Not that; I made her a jumper.” “A jumper?” “All the family photo’s you showed me she never had one.”

As it turns out it’s Arthur who wakes first; Charlie offers him coffee waiting for him to realize he’s there. He does at the instant Molly makes it into the living room to scream. “Mum; Merlin; shush.” “Charlie!” She’s pulled him from where he was standing to hug him and you grin, drinking from the mug making eye contact with Arthur who quirks and eyebrow. “Molly, let Charlie breathe; and you are?” He turns his attention towards you and Charlie looks panicked when Molly releases him and moves towards you. “Y/N L/N. Pleasure.” “Did Charlie bring you?”

“Yes; I can go home if you’d rather have just family here.” You wheeze out the last words as Molly hugs you. “No dear you’re welcome here; but you.” She turns glaring at Charlie who shrinks back. “Mum I can explain.” “You show up after almost a year of no post! No visits! No floo calls! And you bring someone you’re seeing! On Christmas no less!” You watch as his siblings descend the stairs and seem to casually go about their morning while you awkwardly let Arthur point you towards the kitchen for breakfast. You offer Charlie out a plate of eggs and sausage watching as his mother’s eyes track your hands. “Charlie.” You watch Molly’s face sets and you accio the gift over pushing it towards her. “I made you this, it’s Christmas so you have to open it. I have gifts for everyone else as well.”

“Well aren’t you just a wonderful Santa.” Fred jokes and you grin. “Charlie wanted to come in on one of the dragons with little antlers on.” “And you convinced him not to?” George and Ron both look devastated You grin pulling out a small card. “We made Christmas cards instead.” You grin pulling out the card more so they can see; it shows Charlie and you grinning; the rest of the members of the dragon preserve looking confused or grinning as you two do; surrounded by dragons of various sizes all with antler headbands on their heads. “Wow how did you manage to get antlers on that horntail?” Harry asks and Charlie grins. “I just asked; gave her plenty of meat as treats. It was easy.”

You make a point of asking Molly if she needs help and the look she gives you has you almost wishing for the dragon’s back. “Y/N sweetheart; it’s alright.” You can see her hesitation and you know you must look disappointed. “Alright; you can help with the Christmas cookies.” You grin at her and when you enter the kitchen you realize it was partially an ambush. “You should wash your hands first.” You nod not paying attention as you slip your ring off placing it on the windowsill so it doesn’t get lost. “Mrs Weasely; I can;” She cuts you off frowning. “It’s Molly dear. Charlie; can you come in here a moment?” You swear you can feel his panic and he hovers next to the door. “When were you going to say anything?” “It was my choice; Mrs. Weasely. I was worried you wouldn’t like me and-” She pulls you into a hug instantly. “You don’t have to lie for him you know.” “I’m not.” You sigh closing your eyes.

“Charlie’s always told me such amazing stories about you; about all his family members and in-laws; and I’m just that weird girl with the dragons.” Arthur starts laughing and Molly glares but you can see her also trying not to laugh. “You’re aware Charlie is the weird boy with the dragons right?” Arthur grins and you turn to Charlie who nods. “But-” “It’s alright.” Molly grins nodding back towards the cookie dough where you pull out the rolling pin starting to work on rolling it out. “So when are you two going to have children?” Charlie is about to bolt but you frown slightly.

“Well Charlie and I talked about it but we both think that raising kids around the dragons would be too dangerous; and neither of us feel comfortable giving our jobs up just yet to be stay at home parents.” You smile slightly at Molly who’s eyebrows have shot up. ”She’s going to hound me to become a stay at home dad; or start sending us houses in the area.” You grin at Charlie who slumps in the chair. “Well that seems like a problem for later. You can always just bring one of the dragons up if she bothers you that much about it.”

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notanotherharrypotterfan-blog1 · 8 years ago

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How the twins got their letter

For as long as they could remember, they had been together. And every time they were together, they were joking. Molly often said she would be relieved when they would get their letters. They would always anwser the same thing: ‘What if we don’t get one?’

If there was one thing Molly was sure of, it was that the twins would get a Hogwarts letter. (She did start doubting Ron would get one, but that’s another story) Fred and George were very talented wizards. They learned to steal food from the kitchen magically when they were three. They once transfigurated Rons teddy bear into a spider. They used to steal their brothers wands and make everything float. They would definetly get a letter.

Molly was up early the day the letters arrived. She decided it was time for revenge. She took the twins letters and hid them. When she heard her children coming downstairs, she started cooking.

Bill, Charlie and Percy immediatly saw their letters and opened them. Their father, less enthusiastic about a new shopping trip, took a sip of his tea when he noticed something. Why were the twins not happy?

Molly came in the dining room with a pan full of mushrooms. She looked at Fred and Georges and laughed with their expressions: they looked very disappointed.

‘What’s wrong boys?’ She asked.

‘We haven’t got a letter.’ George replied. ‘Do you know if that blasted owl forgot ours?’

‘Oh, so you do want one?’ Molly was almost laughing in their faces.

‘Of course we want one, we were just joking when we said that we might not get one. We were sure we would get one.’ George got tears in his eyes.

Molly smiled. ‘Maybe you should just ask.’

Ginny, smart as she was, released her mother hid the letter. She was laughing loudly. Fred looked at her like he wanted to kill her.

‘Whom should we ask, mom? Dumbledore?’ Fred was begging his mother for help.

‘I think you could ask someone closer to home.’ said Ginny.

Then they figured it out. Molly would treasure the look on their faces forever.

‘Mom, give us our letters!’

She gave them a smile and handed them the letters.

The whole Weasely family was laughing now. After making sure it was a real Hogwarts letter, the twins laughed along.

Molly still tells this story to her grandchildren when they are sad they can’t go to Hogwarts yet.

That was fun to write. I hope I didn’t make to much mistakes.

Love,

Fred

P.S.: Imagine if Molly really did this.

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swimmingnewsie · 8 years ago

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Harry Potter

5 Things I’d Change About Harry Potter:

1. Ron would have been aroace. He has so much love in his heart, but it’s hard for me to imagine him being in a romantic relationship. This isn’t a jab at Rominone or the people the ship it, but it just doesn’t work for me. I also really just don’t like it when you have a trio of heroes and two begin dating. Plus the idea of having an aroace main character? Incredible.

2. Tonks would not have gone into battle. I understand the symbolism and the reasoning behind it, HOWEVER, Tonks had just given birth. The only info we have on Teddy’s birth is he was born around Easter of 1998 or about April 12th. The Battle of Hogwarts was May 2nd. Do you really expect someone who is probably breastfeeding and most likely still very sore, to go out on the battlefield like no other. Also there is no mention as to whether the birth was natural or c-section, so that could make her even more sore if she had been operated on. So, no, Tonks would not be fighting at the Battle of Hogwarts

3. ...since it didn’t specify book or movie, I wish the Battle at the Department of Mysteries had been more accurate to the book, more specifically before the Order of the Phoenix came in and helped. The sequence with the DA 6 running around battling death eaters is my favorite part of that book.Everything about that scene was so intense as you didn’t know the fate of Hermione and Ron after they were attacked. Plus Neville being a badass earlier. I literally called my roommate 30 miles away because I could not handle this scene.

4. MORE CHARLIE WEASELY. He is my favorite of the Weasely brothers and yet he is who we got to explore the least. Let my sweet aroace child play with dragons and be with his family, please.

5. I wish in the movies there had been more references to the actual 90′s through Hermione or other muggleborn students. Little things like Hermione wearing a shirt for NSYNC in their downtime or students with excessive hair clips or other 90s fashion trends. It would have been a nice little homage and would keep it in the time period. What the trio is wearing in Deathly Hallows? Not exactly 90s dress.

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omgrachwrites · 5 years ago

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No Matter What - Charlie Weasley

Charlie Weasley x Reader

Summary: Y/N finally meets the Weasley clan and finds out that no matter what, she’ll always have a family to go back to

Warnings: fluff, soft angst

Words: 1016

Disclaimer: This gif does not belong to me!

A/N: Hope you guys enjoy, please let me know what you think and if you would like to be tagged. I love you all! xxx

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Part Five

Charlie squinted against the harsh sunlight and he smiled as he felt soft warm fingers linked through his own, it was the Easter half term and Charlie was going to finally introduce Y/N to his family. He was a little bit nervous, though not about Y/N; he was more worried about his dad. Arthur Weasley and Lucius Malfoy both worked at the Ministry together and it was fair enough to say that they didn’t like each other.

Y/N giggled as they walked across the yard and a couple of the chickens started pecking around her feet, “oh my god, they are so cute!” she gushed, leaning down to stroke one before she kissed Charlie’s cheek and let out a quiet gasp as she looked in the direction of the door, “that’s your mum,” her hand tightened in Charlie’s.

Charlie stopped them in the middle of the yard, he hoped that she was alright; he didn’t want it to be too soon for Y/N to be meeting his parents. He brought her hand up to his mouth and kissed her knuckles, “are you sure this isn’t too soon? Are you going to be alright?”

Y/N nodded as she grinned, although she was nervous she had a fiery look of determination on her face, “I’m 100% sure, it’s time for me to meet your family. I want to meet your family,” she assured him as she kissed him gently, “come on, we shouldn’t keep them waiting,” she giggled and pulled her boyfriend across the yard.

As they got closer to The Burrow, Charlie noticed that his mum’s face was bright, happiness sparkling in her eyes, “Mrs Weasley,” Y/N grinned as she held out the flowers that she’d picked from the woods that surrounded her home, “these are for you. It’s so nice to meet you!”

Molly smiled and Charlie could tell that his mum was holding back her tears as she pulled Y/N into a tight hug. Y/N hesitated for just a second before she wrapped her arms around Molly and she let herself be engulfed in the tight hug, “they’re beautiful sweetheart, and so are you. Thank you so much. And it’s lovely to meet you too, Charlie’s told me so much about you,” she smiled as she pulled away and cupped Y/N’s cheeks.

“Mum,” Charlie groaned as Y/N giggled and Molly greeted her son with a hug and a kiss on his forehead.

“Come in, come in,” Molly ushered them both in, “we’ll be eating lunch out in the garden, it’s so nice this afternoon but I think it’s going to rain tonight. Bill came from Egypt for the holidays, especially for this occasion.”

Y/N giggled and Charlie could tell that she was more at ease now that she’d met his mum, “he didn’t have to come all the way from Egypt just to meet me.”

“Of course I had to meet ickle Charlie’s girl,” a voice cooed mockingly from the corner of the kitchen, right by the back door. Charlie rolled his eyes as he turned around to see his older brother with a smirk on his face, his long hair tied up in a ponytail and single fang dangled from his ear.

“Hi Bill,” Y/N grinned as Bill gave her a one armed hug.

“Hi Y/N” he chuckled as Bill turned round to give Charlie a hug, “you know that she’s too good for you, right little brother?” Bill smirked.

Y/N pouted playfully and wrapped her arms around Charlie’s waist protectively, pecking his cheek, “oh trust me, I know,” he grinned, looking down at the beautiful girl in his arms as he leaned down to kiss her.

Lunch went really well, Molly had made them all delicious picnic food and they sat beneath the old gnarled tree and enjoyed it. It was so amazing how well Y/N gelled with everyone, Charlie was kind of sad that he’d never be able to get to know her family like this.

She made daisy chain flower crowns with Ginny, began a deep conversation with Ron about The Chudley Cannons – she’d been following the Quidditch team in preparation for today. She joked with the twins, talked about exams with Percy and made fun of Charlie with Bill. Charlie grinned at his girlfriend as she interacted with his family, he was proud of her more and more each day.

Arthur, Charlie’s dad came home from work just before Molly served dinner and for the first time that day there was an awkward tension hanging over Y/N and the Weasley’s. Well, that was up until Y/N engaged Arthur in a conversation about how Muggles lived. Everybody around the table audibly groaned as Arthur’s face lit up and he started jabbering on about something called a computer.

Then, that fateful day came, the day that Y/N never thought would come, her parents had finally had enough of Y/N and Charlie foiling their plans for her arranged marriage. They kicked her out around the Christmas break; despite the fact that Y/N didn’t really get on with her parents she was still so upset. When Charlie brought Y/N home, Molly welcomed her with a motherly hug which made her dissolve into tears. Molly then gifted her with a homemade knitted maroon Weasley jumper with Y/N’s first initial on it which made Y/N cry for a totally different reason. She was part of the Weasley clan now and she always would be.

After Christmas dinner, Charlie and Y/N took a turn around the snowy garden, Y/N was unusually quiet, “I thought that my parents would always love me,” she mumbled, resting her head on Charlie’s shoulder.

“We’re always going to be here for you angel, no matter what, we’ll always be together.”

“No matter what,” Y/N nodded and Charlie cupped her rosy cheeks.

“I love you Y/N,” it was the first time that he’d said it but he meant it. Right now, in the lightly falling snow, he loved her.

“I love you too,” she grinned as she kissed him, wrapping her arms around his neck.

Charlie would always love her, no matter what.

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nobodyzhuman · 6 years ago

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Don’t Trust Dumbledore Ch. 38

Harry POV

The next week was peaceful. Blaise returned to Hogwarts and the Weasley’s returned to their homes. His godfather’s and Draco had given him space after his reading of the wills. He used that time to do some reading and having Bill retrieve the correct documents for him. It was easy to get Remus to sign the acceptance of custody paperwork though the wolf spent an hour reassuring Sirius it was temporary until he was cleared in which the animagus told him he was an idiot they were sharing custody. Harry had spent the entire hour in Draco’s lap laughing at the two men.

He also talked to Remus and Siri about the Potter seats in the Wizengamot. That was a longer conversation, then the custody. In the end it was agreed that Remus would sit in Harry’s seat for as long as Harry wanted. Sirius would be too busy with his own seats once he was free.

Bill and the twins were still searching through the Manor. So far, Bill was in heaven because of some of the ancient Potter and Peverell family heirlooms. Harry hadn’t known who the Peverell’s were until Bill and Remus gave an excited lecture about 3 brothers and the legends surrounding them. While Harry and Sirius agreed the part about meeting and beating death seemed far fetched they agreed that with a family that old and powerful it was probable that whatever Dumbledore was looking for was something handed down from that part of Harry’s family. That suspicion helped to narrow down the Weasely’s search.

What he hadn’t told his godfathers about was the letter from Lucius telling him to contact one Amelia Bones head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. Which he had, he sent her a lengthy letter, in which Draco had spelled to only open when she agreed to keep everything, including his involvement, secret until everything was set up. He wrote her about Sirius lack of trial and the confrontation with Peter Pettigrew in his third year. He even found a way to send her copies of his memories from that night and the night of Voldermort’s return. Showing her how Pettigrew had helped resurrect the Dark Lord. Proof that the man was a Death Eater and a traitor.

Miss Bones replied two days later, apologizing at length for the lack of trial and for her own failure to notice said lack of trail. She asked if he knew how to get hold of Sirius and if the man would be willing to come in for a retrial.

Harry replied earlier this morning. He hadn’t bothered to ask Sirius. He would drag the man into the Ministry himself if he had too. Though he requested that maybe she start the inquiry about the lack of trail without bringing up a retrial just yet. He mentioned an article that would be released the next morning that she could use as a reason why. He knew the article was coming out the next morning because Luna and already sent him an advanced copy, with a note that she was happy that he was okay and couldn’t wait to for him and Draco to return to school.

Outside of all that businesses stuff Harry was happy. He got to spend almost nonstop time with his mate. Learning more about both Draco, his family, his inheritance, and their connection. He also got to hang out with Remus and Sirius. Getting to spend time with his two godfathers without any Order members constantly interrupting them or Dumbledore trying to keep them apart was amazing. He learned more about how Remus fit into the marauders. While the man was quiet and was obviously the moral centerpoint of the group, he also had the same knack for causing mischief and pulling pranks as his two best friends.

There was also the small fact that having the two marauders and the twins in the same place for any real amount of time was the perfect grounds for a prank war. Harry and Draco had managed to avoid it for the most part, often by redirecting the trouble makers at each other.

For the first time in his life he had a home. He’d always imagined Hogwarts as a home, but it was nothing compared to this. Here he felt happy, content, and safe. He woke each morning excited to spend time with the others. A large part of him didn’t want to go back to school, he would rather stay here and spend time with his family. The thought of going back and having to pretend and fake his loyalty and friendships made him nauseous. He didn’t want to go back and be pulled into the headmasters game. He didn’t want to deal with his fake ex friends, or have to worry about Voldermort trying to kill him. He just wanted to stay here and be a normal magical teenager.

Draco had been understanding when Harry mentioned all this in the dead of night. They had been laying in bed Harry’s head on Draco’s chest, his mate pulled him tight and whispered, “We won’t be playing the headmaster’s game, the old coot will be playing ours. We are going to make him pay for everything he has done to you Harry,” There had been a gentle kiss on his forehead,“I promise.”

“As for the backstabbing traitors you will only have to pretend to be their friend long enough to end it. Me and Blaise are much better for you.” Harry chuckled. “As for the Dark Lord, I’ll be by your side.” The words were meant as an encouragement but Harry’s stomach dropped. The thought of having Draco dying at his side scared the hell out of him. He couldn’t admit that to the proud blonde because Draco would just tell him off for being stupid and try to reassure him that everything would be okay.

He had horrible nightmares that night of Voldermort killing Draco, he woke the next morning already planning ways to keep his mate as far away from the final battle. He couldn��t, wouldn’t lost Draco. So far, his best plan was Lucius Malfoy. While Harry had no real love for the man, he knew Draco’s father loved his son and would do anything to protect him. He just hoped that meant Lucius would be willing to force his son away from his mate and the fight if the need ever came.

“Harry?”

Harry looked away from the book he hadn’t been reading to see Remus standing next to him.

“Yeah?” He asked, wondering how long the man had been standing there watching him while he had been lost in thought.

“It’s time,” Remus said looking a little pale.

Harry swallowed and closed his book.

He followed the werewolf out of the room and into a small potions lab towards the back of the cottage. The small room was full, Bill and Snape stood over a boiling cauldron talking in hushed voices. Charlie and the twins seemed to be comforting Sirius who looked extremely worried. Draco stood leaning against the far wall watching them all. Harry moved towards the blonde, standing close to him.

“Where’s the auror?” He whispered.

“Father’s getting him,” Draco whispered back not looking at him. Harry could tell his normally pale mate was even more pale. He understood. What they were about to do was wrong, but necessary.

Darryl Owen was an auror that in recent years had made his hatred for Death Eaters very clear. He advocated for any and all Death Eaters to receive the dementor's kiss without going to Azkaban. He even tried to insist any wizards that were allegedly Death Eaters being kissed, starting that it was better to stop them now before they could do any harm. He even tried pushing laws against Dark Wizards. In the words of his mate, the man was a menace.

What made Owen perfect for Remus and Draco’s plan was the man’s clear hatred for The Boy Who Lived as well as Dark Wizards. Harry had shivered when he read the man’s interview from last year. He blamed Harry for not killing the Dark Lord correctly when he was supposed to, and even stated he was only back because Harry had failed again at stopping him. He was the ideal, as someone who would want to kidnap both Harry and Draco.

Although it left Harry feeling guilty, the man would be punished for a crime he didn’t commit, Sirius had told him that the man had gotten away with horrible things, beating and curses against dark wizards. All because he was an auror and said they were Death Eaters resisting arrest. It had been Remus that finally convinced Harry to go through with it. The werewolf had pulled him aside and showed him an article in the Prophet where Owen had insisted Sirius be killed on sight if found. That the ‘murderer’ was better off dead than sent back to Azkaban.

Sure it didn’t relieve all Harry’s guilt but it helped.

“You will both have to take a full bottle of this,” Snape said, tearing Harry from his thoughts. The dark haired man handed him and Draco one small potion bottle each. Harry knew what they were. It was the reason most of the room looked pale. The potion was a reverse to the nutrient potion, custom made by Snape and Bill.

It wouldn’t kill him or Draco but it would help make it look like they had been held prisoners for over two months. It had taken Bill and Snape a week to brew and Harry wasn’t looking forward to drinking it.

He eyed the bottle and then looked at Draco. His mate gave him a reassuring smile and pressed the bottle to his lips, drinking it all in one go.

Harry winced when Draco coughed and doubled over, holding his stomach. Harry almost dropped his own bottle when he reached forward to help him. It only took a second for Draco to stop coughing and straighten back up.

Harry flinched from the sight. Draco’s face looked sunken and his eyes seemed dull. Stepping back so he could see Draco in full, he noticed how much thinner his mate looked. His once perfect fitting clothes now hung loose. The proud blonde’s hand shook and Harry reached and grabbed one. Giving it a squeeze before he drank his own potions.

It burned, which he thought distantly would explain the coughing. Then a sharp pain radiated through his stomach and Harry gasped and wrapped his arms around his stomach, willing it to stop. When it was over he felt light headed and shaky.

He opened his eyes to see Snape helping Draco to a small loveseat, that hadn’t been there before. He pushed off the wall, he hadn’t realized he was leaning against, to move towards them. But his legs wobbled and if Sirius hadn’t appeared at his side catching him. He would have fell.

“I’m tired,” he muttered leaning against his godfather.

“I know pup.” He heard. His eyes were drifting closed and the last thing he was aware of was Draco’s warmth and scent, when he was placed on the love seat next to his mate.

Sirius Pov

“They'll be okay, Black.” Sirius looked over at Severus who despite his words was running his hands through his own godson’s hair. He wanted to snap and yell at the bloody Slytherin but he didn’t. Not when he saw his own worry mirrored on the other man’s face.

“We got them,” one of the twins said, walking up behind them. Sirius swear Severus almost growled at the young redhead before he stepped back. He understood the urge when the other twin moved beside him and looked down at Harry.

“You have to go met Mister Malfoy,” Charlie said moving to stand by his younger brother. “Once you have Owen in place, we will bring them.”

He nodded and patted the dragon tamer on the shoulder. He turned towards the door to the room to see Severus already walking out of it, Remus was standing there waiting for him.

“It will be alright,” Remus whispered as they left the room, Siruis looked back over his shoulder one last time. Harry and Draco were both passed out on the small loveseat, the twins sitting on the arms watching over them. Which Charlie transfigured their clothes to looked dirty and torn. He sighed and turned away. He trusted the three Weasleys to look after his pup. He just wished he could be the one staying behind to keep an eye on them.

But no. His job was to meet with Lucius Malfoy and help set up a cabin that Owen owned. Sirius was responsible for making it look like the two boys had been held there for the two months they were missing. Malfoy’s job, one that Sirius didn’t envy, was going to charm and change Owen’s memories. Making the man himself believe the lie.

When it was done, they would send a message to the twins and Charlie, who would apparate Harry and Draco in. While this was going on Remus and Bill had to head back to Grimmauld Place. They would conveniently be there when the call came in that Harry and Draco had been found. They wanted people they trusted as part of the rescue. And Severus had to return to Hogwarts so that Dumbledore didn’t get suspicious.

When he apparated to the location Severus had given him. He found Lucius Malfoy already there, wand pointed at the dark brunette kneeling at his feet. Sirius took a deep breath and walked towards them. The elder Malfoy looked up when he heard him, saw who it was and returned to whatever he was doing to Owen. Not thinking he could stomach watching the two men, he walked past them and into the cabin. The place had a thick layer of dust that Sirius charmed away, and broken furniture scattered around the living room. It seemed Owen hadn’t been there in a long time. Sirius sighed and started repairing everything he could. Anything he couldn’t he vanished. When the room was reasonable, he moved on to one of the two bedrooms.

It made his skin crawl to transfigure a piece of rope into metal shackles. He bound them to the wall leaving two sets of cuffs hanging a few inches off the ground. He then summoned a few thin blankets and scattered them along the floor around where the restraints hung. He added a couple discarded plates and moldy food. When he was done he wanted to throw up. The room looked old, dirty, and smelled sour. The blankets on the floor were not much better and with the moldy food a few feet away from where the boys would be found, it painted a pretty dark picture.

He heard footsteps behind him and turned wand raised, only to find the elder Malfoy ignoring his wand and looking over the room. It must have met his satisfaction because he gave Sirius a nod and walked away. Lowering his wand Sirius followed after him.

“I have summoned food for three for several days, and gave him a few distant defensive marks.” The blonde said when Sirius entered the living room behind him. The dark wizard was standing behind Owen who was passed out on an old battered couch.

“Can you give them marks that look like they are from the metal cuffs?” He asked instead of telling the man he was impressed. He hadn’t thought about making it look like the two boys had fought back. It was smart, neither Harry nor Draco were the type to sit back and let someone hurt them.

“I can.” Malfoy said. With that said and the cabin done. Sirius sent off his patronus, letting the three Weasleys know they were ready. A few seconds later three pops could be heard outside the house. Sirius followed Malfoy out of the house.

He heard the man gasp at the sight of his son.

“It’s the potion,” he told the man. Not wanting him to think that him and Remus had done this to his child. He saw Malfoy nod before he took his son from Charlie’s arms and headed back into the house. Sirius walked towards the twins who held Harry between them and did the same. He carried his godson into the house, passed the vile man on the couch, and into the bedroom.

Malfoy was already kneeling on the floor whispering to his somewhat conscious son. The younger Malfoy looked a little out of it but seemed to understand his father because he held up his wrists and mumbed a few words back to him.

Sirius couldn’t watch the man chain his son. So he looked away and sat Harry down just a foot or so away. Part of him was grateful the young man remained asleep unlike his friend. He didn’t think he could stomach putting chains on Harry while he was awake and aware of what was happening. As carefully as he could, he took the shackles and cuffed them over his godson’s thin wrists. Then watched in awe as both boys, both asleep again, unconsciously moved towards each other.

He looked up towards Malfoy and saw the man looked resigned. A throat cleared from the door away causing both him and the blonde to look towards Charlie, who at least looked sorry about interrupting them.

“We should get going. Owen’s partner should be checking up on him soon. And we don’t want to be here when he does.” Sirius nodded, but before he stood up and leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss on Harry’s forehead. Then he pushed to his feet and left the room as fast as he could so he didn’t risk changing his mind.

He was grateful when they apparated back to the cottage and Fred and George grabbed his arms and dragged him towards the small bar in the main living room. One of the twins, George he was almost positive, poured him a glass of firewhiskey. He thanked them and downed it.

When the redhead poured him another he chuckled lightly and looked around the room. Charlie was sitting on the couch running his hands through his hair, looking nervous. The twins had joined him in his drinking. He knew Bill and Remus were at Grimmauld Place. Snape was at Hogwarts and Lucius Malfoy had returned home. Everyone was in place and all that was left was to wait until they got the call that Harry and Draco had been found.

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ardentmuse · 3 years ago

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So Much It Hurts (Charlie Weasley x Reader)

Harry Potter - Charlie Weasley x Reader

Summary: A trip to visit you and Bill in Egypt leaves Charlie feeling like he’d never be able to escape Bill’s shadow. Bill has always had your heart, as long as Charlie could remember. But maybe he’s wrong.. and maybe he just needs a little encouragement to see it.

Word Count: 2.8k

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A/N: Angst and fluff. Charlie is a bit of a sad sap for a lot of this, but it resolves itself. It’s nice to get back into Charlie writing. I’ve missed this man. MC is the MC from HP:HM.

Wind blew sand across his heated cheeks, each grain leaving microscopic scratches that brought water to his eyes. The exertion of the hike through the desert shouldn’t have left him as breathless as it did, given that Charlie prided himself in his physical stamina. Years of quidditch practices, and now all the time he trekking the Carpathians chasing down dragons, had given him hardened muscles and strengthened lungs. He was in peak physical form.

But sand… few things can prepare you for sand.

“How much further, Bill?” Charlie asked as he wiped his brow.

Bill’s voice was light, “Not long at all, brother.”

But it was a second voice that left Charlie far more breathless than any hiking could.

Over the cresting peak of the next stand dune, holding a scarf tight to your head against the prevailing winds, stood a figure fully in shadow. But it was a figure he’d know anywhere— a figure he memorized for years, one that haunted his dreams with regrets. That figure that he’d memorized with his eyes, he had longed to memorize it with his hands, too. But he never said a word. No, and he probably never would.

“William Arthur Weasley! I thought you were the good brother.”

You let out a laugh and Charlie heart did flips— backwards and forwards, the oscillating making him a little ill. It was a confusing feeling. The beautiful sound of your voice made his stomach fill with butterflies. But the way in which you purred Bill’s name with such intimacy stabbed him in the deepest parts of his chest.

Back at Hogwarts, your admiration of Bill had been secret to no one. But Bill’s love of you had been a secret only Charlie had known. But Bill was two years older— which now seemed silly, but when you were teenagers seemed like the biggest chasm in existence. So Charlie shut his mouth and let his big brother flirt with the only person whom ever had piqued his interest.

“I am the good brother!” Bill called as he jogged up the next dune like it was nothing. He scooped you up into a hug and Charlie tried not to groan out loud.

You patted Bill’s arm to tell him to put you down. And when your feet hit the ground, your eyes finally found Charlie’s.

Now that you were closer, Charlie could make our your face. Your smile was bright and your face a little dirty, but nothing else was different than he remembered. Truthfully, it had been less than a year since he had seen your face, but if his time at Hogwarts had taught him anything, it was that a lot could change in a year.

“Would a good brother force their sibling to trek through the desert when there is a perfectly functioning portkey back at camp? One that I painstakingly set up for Charlie last night?”

Bill chuckled and threw an arm around your shoulders. “How’s Charlie supposed to appreciate this place if he doesn’t earn it?”

With a roll of your eyes, you moved to Charlie. He watched as your smile grew. And did you bite your lip? No, he must be imagining things.

You opened your arms, “A hug for your favorite curse-breaker?”

Charlie heard Bill grumble as he pulled you into his arms, warmth immediately spreading through his chest. You clung to his back as you rested your head in the crook of his shoulder. He felt your breath on his neck, turning the sweat coating his collar into a conduit for the perfect trail of goosebumps. And when you sunk even further into his arms, he closed his eyes.

“I’ve missed you, Charles,” you said so only he could hear. But Bill’s voice pulled you away before he could return the sentiment.

“We should probably get into these ruins before the sun gets any higher.”

“Yes, sir,” you called to Bill, though you rolled your eyes so only Charlie could see. He laughed, a real genuine laugh, the kind he forgot you often gave him.

Since Charlie had really only made the trip down to Egypt to spend time with his brother, he didn’t focus much on the tour of the ruins that you gave him. He knew vaguely of the work you did, the kinds of treasures you found and the curses you had to break along the way, but the specifics were lost on him. He had never been particularly skilled at ancient ruins and the histories of the magical world were just as boring to him as the teacher that taught them.

He did focus on how you spoke about everything though. There was a lightness in your voice that somehow made all the danger and the drudgery seem commonplace. There was an excitement in each new thing you shared that reminded him so much of how his own voice must sound when discovering a new nest of dragon eggs. And more importantly, there was a softness in your eyes when you looked at him, gauging if he was paying attention, that made him feel like a boy again— not a man grown but a young teenager making some excuse about not being interested in dances just so he wouldn’t have to deal with that pang of rejection when you inevitably invited Talbott, Penny, or, Merlin forbid, Bill.

It wasn’t until later that night, when you were back at your tents that Charlie fully processed the situation he found himself in. Yes, you were both here as part of a larger Gringotts team, but the rest of the team was staying much closer to town, in a camp set up for easy community between the markets and the excavation site. But you and Bill, as the leads and as the primary magical line of defense, were staying in tents right beside the ruins. It was just the two of you, alone, with only the stars and each other for company, for weeks on end.

And now Charlie would be sleeping here beside you both.

The bonfire was burning high as Bill recounted a story from your last expedition. Charlie smiled along as he should but it didn’t meet his eyes.

“Then Y/N here had the brilliant idea of just pushing on the stones,” Bill laughed.

“Hey, you thought it was brilliant, too, at the time, until that doorway started to collapse.” You cast more fire upon the embers in front of you before standing to grab more food. But before you could pass, Bill grabbed you around the waist, pulling you into his lap and causing you to fall into a fit of giggles.

“Bill!”

You fell back into his arms, kicking and squirming, but less from the hold he held on you and more from the way his face nuzzled into you neck.

Charlie watches on at the intimate display, hating how his brain computed how this scenario might play out if he hadn’t been sitting right here. Bill would grab you close, nuzzle into your neck until those giggles turned to sighs. His brother was so good at totting that line between playful and sexy. He always drew potential partners to him that way, with a cool exterior that could turn fiery on a dime. And once that first sigh left your lips, Bill would carry you back to his tent and well— he couldn’t let his mind continue. It hurt far too much.

When he opened his eyes again, you were swatting Bill away with your hand as he reached once more for your waist. You were standing now and gave Bill a look of warning, one finger raised, that Charlie would recognize anywhere.

“You try anything again, William, and I’ll—“

“And you’ll what, my love? You’ve got nothing and you know it. You’re stuck out here with me, good or bad.”

You shake your head. “You’re lucky I like you.”

You turned to Charlie and offered him a genuine smile. He did his best to return it.

You spoke to Bill as you walked to the blanket upon which Charlie was sitting. Your eyes stayed on him, even as you spoke to his brother. “Charlie here came all this way just to spend time with you, and you’re boring him to death with flippant ramblings. Don’t be rude.”

And then you sat down beside Charlie, your legs touching as you somehow managed to take up as little space in the giant blanket as possible. Your eyes turned to the fire as you spoke only to him. “Apologies for Bill. He gets a little over-stimulated when we uncover a big find. He’s been so excited for you to get here. Hasn’t shut up about it all week.”

You kicked a bit of the sand and Charlie watched the small cloud it made move over the fire.

“Don’t worry. Bill has a few days off. We’ll get more time together this week.”

You reached over and squeezed Charlie’s hand. It felt nice so he didn’t let you. And you didn’t pull away either.

“Well, I was hoping I might be able to steal at least one of the days you are here… if you want to spend it with me,” you said, again your eyes never leaving the fire.

Charlie looked at your joined hands, and then caught his brothers eyes across the bonfire, and immediately dropped yours from his grip.

“We’ll see… I think Bill has a busy schedule for us.”

You sighed and the sound alone gripped Charlie in the chest.

“Sure, I wouldn’t want to intrude.”

“Charlie, take a walk with me,” Bill’s voice called over the fire. It was stern, the kind of voice Bill used with Fred and George, never with him.

“Didn’t we walk through the desert enough today?”

Bill was beside him in a flash and pulling him by the arm. You looked up at both men with a quiver of your lip.

Once Charlie was standing, Bill leaned down and spoke, “Mind setting up the tents, my love? Charlie can have his own or he can stay with me, whichever is easier.”

“I’ll make sure Charlie is comfortable, don’t worry.”

“Good,” Bill said before kissing your forehead. Then he turned and was heading into the dark, assuming Charlie would follow him.

The brothers sat together on the stone edge of what once must have been a beautiful statue, but was now only rubble. In the distance, the bonfire was a dot of bright and your form could be seen moving about fabric and linens moving through the air with a wave of your broom.

Bill crossed his ankles and looked up at the stars.

“This is not the Charlie I thought was coming to Egypt.”

“What does that mean?” “Where’s my cheerful, excited, nerdy brother who loves being outdoors almost as much as he loves spending time with me?”

Charlie sighed, “It’s hard to be cheerful when—“ Charlie cut himself off. There was no point in saying it.

“Charlie, talk to me.”

“…when I have to watch you and Y/N together.”

There was silence. A long silence.

“You love Y/N,” Bill finally said, more statement than question. Charlie didn’t respond.

After a moment, Charlie finally said, “I know I have no right for it to upset me. You can date whomever—“

“Whoa,” Bill blurted, turning to his younger sibling. The taller of the two, Bill really towered over Charlie now, his chest puffed out. “You think— oh, shit, Charlie— no.”

Bill shook his head, his long hair falling in front of his eyes as he let out a laugh.

“Y/N is my best friend. You know that. I trust no one more in this world, other than you and mum. And I spend every day with them. They’re family.”

Charlie still didn’t say anything. Instead, he watched your form in the distance, patiently setting up his tent.

“We tried dating once, you know?” “Really?” Charlie turned to his brother now, focused but cautious.

“Yeah, like a year ago. We went on, I don’t know, three dates, maybe four, but I tried for a kiss one night and our noses bumped. We both thought it was hilarious. We just kept laughing. And soon we both realized we cared far more about laughing than kissing. And we just dropped the whole thing. I won’t pretend I wasn’t a little disappointed. Y/N was right, though; we make much better friends. But Charlie—“ Bill cuts himself off with a laugh, “Well, I guess you know just as well as I do that there’s probably not a more attractive person, in appearance yes, but in heart and soul, that either of us have ever laid eyes on.”

Charlie slowly began to speak, “I was hoping coming here I might find the courage to… I don’t know, say something for once. But then you shared that hug when we arrived and… I just lost all confidence. I can’t compete with you, Bill. I’ll never win,” Charlie’s last words were strained, more groan than language.

“I’m not competition here, Charlie. I’ll be honest with you and say I don’t think I ever have been. If you had been the Weasley attempting that kiss, I don’t think a little nose bump would have deterred Y/N.”

Charlie’s eyes scanned his brother’s face for any sign of deception. But this was Bill. There wasn’t a more honest man alive, and not a bone in his body would ever dare be so cruel.

“You know, Y/N hasn’t shut up about you coming. Apparently there is some ancient dragon breeding ground not far from here. They made me promise not to take you there because they wanted to witness your face when you saw it for the first time. Y/N has been a complete mess of nervous energy. I believe the exact words were, ‘I’ve missed him so much, Bill, so much it hurts.’”

“Y/N really said that?”

“Yeah, I didn’t think much of it at the time, but after seeing the complete sadness that crossed Y/N’s face when you let go of their hand… I guess it finally made sense.”

Bill gave Charlie’s back a good hit, pushing him off the stone.

“Think you’ve found your courage now?”

“I’ll try.”

The brothers walked back to the campsite just as you were sliding into your tent.

“Charlie, the one on the left is yours. I tried to make sure it was warm enough for you, but if you need any more blankets, let me know. Bill… goodnight.”

Just as the curtain to your tent was about to close, Charlie called out, “Wait, Y/N…”

You turned and offered Charlie a sad smile.

“Would you stay up a little longer with me?”

You looked at Charlie and then at Bill. Whatever was on Bill’s face must have encouraged you because you stepped out of the tent.

Bill nodded in parting before heading into his own tent for the night.

The fire was just embers now as Charlie took one of the blankets to make a seat for you both.

You sat down, this time much further away from Charlie than you had been before.

“What’s up, Charlie?”

Recalling the confidence Bill had instilled in him, he reached over and took your hand in his. He squeezed, and surprisingly you squeezed back.

“I’ve missed you,” Charlie breathed. “I know you told me that earlier, but I didn’t get to say it back. So this is me letting you know that I’ve missed you, too. So much it hurt.”

Your eyes shot over to his. He held your gaze, needing you to see the honesty there.

“Oh, Charlie,” you sighed. And before Charlie could process it, you were falling into his arms. That same warm breath found his neck, but it wasn’t laced with any of the fear or shame it brought with it this morning. No, this embrace was pure bliss.

He kisses your head, holding his lips there for a long moment, before finally pulling away.

“Hey, can I try something?” Charlie asked.

You looked into his eyes and nodded.

His hand slid to the base of your neck as he leaned forward to kiss you. You didn’t pull away. No, you leaned forward into his touch. But just as your mouths were about to meet, he turned his head and let his nose bump yours.

You pulled back a little shocked, and a small laugh left your lips.

“How about we try that again?” you whispered before guiding his face back to yours. Charlie didn’t stop it this time. He couldn’t if he wanted to.

And that kiss. Well, that kiss was heaven.

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omgrachwrites · 5 years ago

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Family - Charlie Weasley

Charlie Weasley x Reader

Summary: You never thought that you would belong in any family, that was until you realised that sometimes, you could choose your own family.

Warnings: fluff, angst

Words: 1470

Disclaimer: This gif doesn’t belong to me!

A/N: I am so not consistent with my length of chapters! There will only be a couple more parts of this, I hope you guys enjoy and please let me know what you think and let me know if you would like to be tagged.

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Part Four

It had been a couple of months since you had had that awkward, disappointing conversation with Charlie Weasley in the Gryffindor changing room. Unfortunately, you remembered that conversation almost perfectly, he had invited you to Hogsmeade and you thought that he was asking you out. He wasn’t. Things had been okay between you – if awkward could be defined as ‘okay’ – though Charlie had been acting weird lately.

Over the past couple of months, you had been hanging out with him and his group of friends who welcomed you with open arms despite who you were you imagined that Charlie had told them all to be nice. Among this group of friends you discovered that you had a cousin, Nymphadora Tonks, a spunky Hufflepuff who preferred to go by her surname and she spent most of her time in detention.

For all of your life, you had thought that your mother only had one sister; she had never told you about Tonks’ mum, Andromeda who had apparently disgraced the family just because she married a Muggle. There was one downside to hanging out with Charlie, however, what had started out as a small crush had evolved into a huge one.

You winced as you took a sip of the extra sweet Butterbeer that Tonks had just placed in front of you, “don’t you like it?” Tonks pouted and you giggled.

“It’s just a bit too sweet for me. So, where’s Charlie? It’s not like him to miss out on both Zonkos and Honeydukes.”

Tonks grinned and ran a hand through her pastel blue hair that was the third hair colour she’d had that morning, “he’s getting things organised for the party tonight.”

You frowned at your cousin; you hadn’t heard anything about a party, “what party?”

Tonks’ eyes widened slightly, “I’m sorry, I thought you knew, every year since 5th year Charlie throws a party in the Room of Requirement so that people from other houses can attend,” there was a brief silence, “I thought that he invited you.”

“No,” you whispered, feeling a pang in your chest, you thought that it was sweet of Charlie to throw a party where everybody could attend but it hurt that he hadn’t seen fit to invite you. You weren’t sure whether he had feelings for you but above all, you thought that you were friends.

“Well, I’m inviting you, it’s gonna be rubbish if you’re not there,” Tonks said softly as she reached across the table and took your hand. You grinned at her gratefully; she was definitely your favourite.

About ten minutes later, Charlie came walking in, ruffling his hair, cherry blossom petals falling from it as he did so. You forced out a weak smile as he threw himself down at the table. Instead of being a mature adult about this predicament you looked at the handsome boy, “what time is the party tonight Charlie?”

At your question, he glared over at Tonks who immediately ducked her head with a sly smile, “it starts at 7pm but really Y/N, I don’t think it will be your scene.”

“Don’t be silly,” you scoffed, narrowing your eyes, “I’ll be there,” you weren’t sad anymore, you were just pissed off. You had no idea why he was acting like this.

At about ten to seven, you paced in front of the Room of Requirement a couple of times with your eyes shut tight, opening them when you heard a pop, you smiled as you walked through the door. Tonks immediately greeted you with a hug, causing you to giggle as you were knocked slightly off balance.

“You look so beautiful, Y/N,” Tonks grinned as she slid her fingers through the ends of your soft hair.

“Thank you so much, you look great too!” you gestured at her punk rock shirt and held out the cake tin, “I made a cake, I modified an old family recipe, it’s not as bitter,” you laughed.

Tonks’ eyes lit up with delight as she took the cake from you, “I’ll go and find the host, thank you so much for making it Y/N, you didn’t have to.”

“No wait,” you quickly stopped her before she could find Charlie, “it’s um actually for you, after all it was you who invited me here in the first place,” you stammered and Tonks gave you a dimpled smile.

You had to hand it to Charlie – you had managed to avoid him, it was hard because he just looked so good – he knew how to throw a party. There were so many people that you’d never spoken to before and it was so interesting to talk to them. Mostly, you had ended up talking to an adorable Gryffindor named Ben Copper who was a scaredy cat at first but he evolved into a chatter box when he realised that you weren’t going to bully him.

A couple of hours into the party, Tonks suggested a game of truth or dare, “okay,” Tonks hummed and looked at Charlie, “truth or dare dragon-boy?”

Charlie scoffed, leaning back on one hand, “dare, obviously.”

Tonks’ face lit up with a cheeky smirk and she glanced over at you before looking back at Charlie, you narrowed your eyes, wondering what she was up to, “I dare you to kiss, Y/N.”

You glared at Tonks as your whole body went warm and you glanced nervously over at Charlie. He was already gazing at you with those gorgeous moss green eyes of his; he licked his bottom lip and leaned closer to you with an unreadable expression on his face as he cupped your jaw. He got so close to you that you could smell his musky aftershave and you saw that he had some brown in his eyes.

Charlie hesitated and you gulped as you stared at his lips, you just wanted him to kiss you. It wasn’t just because you had a crush on him, it was because of the silence that fell over the party, you didn’t want it to get awkward.

He finally sighed and pulled away from you, “I can’t, I’m sorry,” your eyes filled up with tears and you could feel everyone’s eyes on you.

Tonks spoke up to quell the awkward silence, “you know the penalty for a failed dare, Weasley,” she shook her head and poured him a shot of Firewhisky. Charlie proceeded to take it, pulling a face at the strong hot taste, “Y/N, have some cauldron cakes,” your cousin smiled at you as she offered you the plate.

You shook your head quickly, “excuse me, I seem to have lost my appetite,” you mumbled, almost running out of the party.

“Y/N, wait!” Charlie called out, at the sound of his voice you walked quicker, tears falling from your eyes, “please, slow down!” he panted.

You spun around and fixed him in place with a furious stare, causing the tall boy to falter, “look, you don’t have feelings for me. I get it,” you had to accept it no matter how much it hurt, “but how awful must you find me? It’s a stupid game, was it really that hard to just pucker up and kiss me?”

Charlie’s eyes darkened as he strode towards you and kissed you. His lips were so warm and soft that you longed to kiss him back but you were still angry at him, “what the hell Charlie?!” you yelled and pushed him away.

“Uh-oh, you only call me Charlie when you’re really angry with me,” he chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck and sighing when you gave him the dirtiest look you could muster, you weren’t letting him off without an explanation, “I like you okay!” he said and although your heart was relieved you were still angry, “you’re just so beautiful and kind, and smart.”

You blushed at his words, your hard eyes softening as you cupped his cheek, “why is it such a bad thing that you like me?”

Charlie groaned, chewing on his bottom lip as he looked deep into your eyes, “because I feel selfish. What if you regret it? Because of your family.”

You giggled, you had to admit, you understood where he was coming from, he looked offended as you laughed at him, “and what if I don’t regret it Charlie? Nobody can know the future, not really. I like you too,” you smiled and kissed him softly, sighing when you felt him melt into your kiss, “you’re an idiot Weasley.”

“I know,” he chuckled, kissing you again.

The both of you went back to the party after about half an hour and you were greeted warmly by everybody. This was your true family, a family where nobody was judged by their sexual orientation, gender identity or blood status. You belonged here and you always would.

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