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raven-dor · 3 months ago

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Hi, could you write something with Charlie Weasley x reader, where reader is friends with the twins and they invite her to the burrow where she meets Charlie, and she's really smart and knows a lot about dragons and that's how her and Charlie start to bond.

Also could reader maybe be a Slytherin, I'm a Slytherin so I just think reader would be too, but the house can be unspecified or something else if you want.

lost without you

in which charlie weasley meets the love of his life

PAIRING: charlie weasley x slytherin!reader

WARNINGS: fluff, sneaking around, falling out, love confessions, molly weasley (sorry...)

AN: i love this request so much... thank you for asking!!

WORD COUNT: 3.7k

She was exhausted, that was for sure. Spending all night- she blushed. She shouldn’t have done that, but he was so kind and strong. Mysterious but gentle. He was brilliant; she could tell by the look in his eyes.

She giggled as he kissed down her neck, squirming from his touch. He scoffed, no malice behind it. “Love, stop moving…”

She blushed wildly, hiding her face behind her hands. “I never do this…”

He pulled himself back to her level, prying her hands away. “There you are.” He whispered. “Don’t hide from me, please.”

“I’m embarrassed.” She whispered back. “I never-”

“Never do this.” He smirked, laying beside her and staring at her intensely. “You’ve said.”

She moved herself closer, tracing shapes on his chest. “What do you do for work?”

He laughed, and she thought to herself he had a rather jolly laugh. “Do you really want to know?”

She nodded, her eyes begging to shut. His hold was comforting despite the fact that she had known him for approximately two hours. “You look like you have a…” She yawned. “An interesting job.”

He smiled, leaning his head on hers. “I work in…”

She had fallen asleep before she had heard where.

Y/N blushed thinking about it. There she was, sleeping in a stranger's arms.

Then again, it hadn’t felt like that. It felt like she had known him for years. She shook her head, trying to stop herself from daydreaming. George laughed, nudging her ever so softly. “Wake up, Dolly Daydream.”

She rolled her eyes, shoving him away from her. “I am awake, thank you very much.”

Fred smirked. “You have that look on your face.”

“What look?” She glared. “I don’t have a look.”

He nodded. “Yes, you do.” He laughed. “It's that look when you can't stop thinking about someone.”

George wiggled his eyebrows. "A secret admirer, perhaps?"

She turned beat red, walking ahead of them to escape the interrogation.

The twins had a tradition, one they had kept up since they’d gotten into Hogwarts. Every Sunday during the summer, their best friend would come to the Burrow for dinner. There had never been a Sunday she had missed (besides the brief time she was on the run from Voldemort with Ron, Hermione, and Harry).

And in all that time, Y/N could proudly say she had met every one of their siblings. Except Charlie. According to Mrs. Weasley (who Y/N knew was prone to dramatics) he absolutely hated his family and chose the furthest possible job to worry her.

Y/N was sure it was because he actually wanted to go to Romania. All her children were good people, and she doubted Charlie stressed his mother out on purpose.

They had been walking into the Burrow when a shriek rang out from inside the home. Gripping their wands, they ran in ready to fight, when they saw that the shriek had come from Mrs. Weasley, who was sobbing rather dramatically.

They lowered their wands, peering further into the house to see a young man, not much younger than Bill, being hugged tightly by Ginny. Fred and George left their best friend's side instantly, hugging the man tightly.

“Charlie!”

Y/N tilted her head, her eyes widening instantly when he turned around.

What was he- This was the infamous Charlie Weasley. Seeker, Head Boy, and expert Dragonoligist. His grin was bright, and she loved the way his freckles accentuated his cheeks. He locked eyes with her, a twinkle appearing in them. He extended his hand, his voice light and full of humor. “You must be Y/N.”

She nodded, ignoring the fact that her cheeks felt like they were on fire. She could never tell George and Fred. “That’s me.”

He smiled, shaking her hand lightly. “I’m Charlie.”

“I know.” Her eyes widened, and she stumbled over her words, backtracking. “I meant that- Fred and George- I’ve met all of your siblings, so I just thought-”

He laughed, interrupting her. “It’s alright.”

Fred raised an eyebrow, clearing his throat. “Shall we eat? I’m famished.”

Y/N nodded, walking away from Charlie abruptly. George linked arms with his friend, pulling a face when she looked up at him. She rolled her eyes, shoving him away and sitting down.

Molly smiled at her second eldest son, loading food onto his plate. “You look as if you’ve been starved, Charlie.”

He glared, taking the food without complaint. “I’ve gained weight since you last saw me, Mum.”

“What have they been feeding you in Romania?”

“The same thing you’re giving me now, Mum.” He looked over at Y/N, winking. “I’m all muscle now.”

Fred shoved him, hissing. “What are you doing?”

Y/N’s cheeks were still red, and she looked away. Was he trying to fluster her; because he was succeeding. Charlie kept pestering her with small talk, much to her and her blushing nature’s dismay.

“What house were you then?”

“Slytherin.” She spoke through her food. Placing a hand over her mouth, she said it once more. “I was in Slytherin.”

His eyebrows rose, but he made no movement to disparage her house. “Makes sense that the twins were drawn to you.” He smirked. “They’ve always been rather cunning.”

Molly sighed. “You are one of the only Slytherins I’ve been able to stand talking to.” She smiled. “Which is quite the feat.”

Y/N smiled shyly, not liking all the attention that was currently on her. Normally, she faded into the background, only providing (what she thought) were witty remarks when necessary. And now, here he was, pulling her out of her shell. It was some kind of cruel joke, she decided, that they had met the way they had.

Loud knocks rang through her apartment, and she groaned, shoving her face into her pillow. “One moment!”

The knocks persisted, and she threw the covers off of her body, racing towards the door, wand in hand. “I said one-” She tilted her head, looking through the peephole to see Charlie. Now suddenly highly self-conscious about her appearance, she cast a beauty spell, smoothing out her hair before opening the door. “Hiya.”

He nodded. “May I come in?”

She crossed her arms. “Why?”

He smirked, stepping closer. “Is it so shocking that I wanted to see you?”

She blushed, stepping aside so he could enter. Watching suspiciously as he looked around at her flat, she shut the door. “You wanted to see me? That’s it?”

He nodded, picking up a photo album. “What’s in here I wonder?”

Y/N laughed, reaching out to steal it from his hold. “Charlie-”

“Indulge me.” He sat down, patting the cushion beside him. “Tell me about them.”

She sat beside him, peering over her shoulder and explaining each photo he asked about. “That’s me and the twins in fifth year. I think that was two days after they’d left the hospital wing.”

Charlie laughed. “When they tried to enter the Triwizard Tournament?”

She nodded, laughing with him. “Exactly. And that-” She pointed to the next photo. “Is me and George at the Yule Ball.”

He tensed. “You and George-”

She shook her head quickly, placing a hand on his arm. “We’re just friends, trust me. Ange would have my head.”

He smiled. “Ah. Well…” He looked back at the book, smirking at the baby photo. “What’s this-”

She snatched the book from his hands, clutching it to her chest. “Absolutely not.”

Charlie had been coming over practically every day since his first impromptu visit. During those visits, they’d discovered that they both had a mutual love of dragons and that her knowledge of dragons rivaled his, a professional dragonkeeper.

(She never let him forget it.)

She sat at her bar as Charlie cooked them a Romanian dish he had made ‘one hundred times before.’ Y/N trusted his cooking, after all his mother was Molly Weasley. She then reasoned with herself that his brothers were also Fred and George, who couldn’t cook to save their lives. He moved around her kitchen like he’d lived there for ages, and she tried not to drool as she watched his muscular frame.

He cleared his throat, laughing. “Williams? You alright?”

She sat up, realizing she had started daydreaming. Nodding quickly, she smiled. “Great.”

He sat his spoon down, walking over to her until they were right by each other. “Are you sure? You seemed…” He whispered, staring at her lips. “Distracted.”

She laughed, walking away. Salazar, if he looked at her like that again, she didn’t know if she could resist- “No, I-” A hand grabbed her wrist, and she gasped. Her skin felt like it was on fire. “Charlie.”

He stood behind her, his breath fanning over her neck. “Tell me you haven’t thought about that night, and I’ll stop. I swear to you.”

“Charlie, we can’t…”

“Don’t.” He pulled her close. “Have you thought about that night, yes or no?”

“Yes.” She nodded, turning around to face him. “Every night.”

He smirked, leaning down. “Every night huh?”

She nodded once more. “Charlie, stop teasing. It’s-”

He slammed his lips against hers, grabbing her legs and wrapping them around his waist. “Godric, you’re going to be the ruin of me.”

That had been months ago. She had felt horrible, keeping it a secret from the twins, Ron, and Salazar, Ginny too. She hadn’t told anyone, which could have been why she felt so wracked with guilt. It was odd, she told herself, to be sleeping with her best friend’s older brother.

But when Charlie held her in his arms, she forgot all about her guilt. Her heart felt full, and she reasoned with herself that Fred and George would be happy for her if she told them. Happy that she finally found someone that cared about her as much as she-

“Love?” Charlie's voice rang through the door. “Can I come in?”

She yelled back, casting a beauty spell over herself. “It’s open!” Walking out of her bedroom, she smiled shyly at the ginger man, holding hoards of groceries in his arms. He sat them down on the counter, taking each item out and putting them away.

“How was work?”

She shrugged. “Same as always I suppose. Kingsley told me if I keep it up, I could be one of the youngest team leads in history.” She laughed, helping him put the last of it away. “Except Harry, of course.”

Charlie nodded. “He’s quite the talented wizard.” Grabbing the vegetables for their salad, he began rinsing them off in the sink. She walked over, wrapping her arms around his torso. He hummed, smiling to himself. “Do you think we should-” She closed her eyes, taking in his rich scent of teakwood and tobacco. “Do you think we should tell my family about us?”

Her eyes shot open, and she pulled away from him like he was scolding hot. “What?”

His back tensed, but he didn’t turn around. “Mum’s been asking to meet the girl who’s been taking up all my time.”

“Well, what did you say?” She walked toward her fridge, grabbing a butterbeer.

“I said I’d have to ask her.” He turned around, watching anxiously as she refused to make eye contact. “So, what do you say?”

“Charlie…”

His voice was small. “Are you- are you embarrassed?”

“No it’s not…” She sighed. “It’s not that, Charlie. I just-”

“I’m sorry I brought it up.” He interrupted. “Let’s just go back to making dinner.”

She nodded, not wanting to break their peace. But as the night went on, she realized their peace had been broken as soon as she said she hadn’t wanted to tell everyone. The air was tense as they ate, the once warm air turned freezing from the distance between them. She cleared her throat, setting down her fork. “I’ve been meaning to bring this up to you.”

His face looked sullen, but he sat his fork down as well, staring into her eyes. Her heart fluttered, Salazar, he was beautiful. “Yes?”

“I-” She gulped. “I think we should stop seeing each other.”

He nodded calmly. “Is there someone else?”

She shook her head adamantly. “Merlin, no! I just… I think it’s odd. Don’t you?”

He tilted his head. “What do you think is odd about this?”

“That you and I-” She stuttered. “I’m their best friend.”

He nodded. “You are.”

“It feels wrong, lying to them.”

“Well,” His voice held a frustration she had never heard before. “That is why we'd tell them.”

“Charlie…” She was getting tired. “It’s not fair to you; me not wanting to tell them. I’m just-”

“What?” He laughed hurmourlessly. “What are you?”

“You could be out there, finding someone who you could end up…” She blushed. “You know.”

He stood up, grabbing his things. “I thought that was you.” His eyes looked heartbroken, and she honestly didn’t know why she was doing this to them. Everything was fine, why- “Because you are.” He smiled lightly. “You are that for me.”

Her eyes started tearing up. “I’m sorry.”

He shook his head. “It’s alright.” Opening the door, he whispered over his shoulder. “I’ll see you around then.”

She’d been a mess for weeks. She’d practically shunned everyone from her life, only going to work because she needed money to live. Peeling off her dress robes, a knock echoed through her flat. Odd, she hadn’t had any planned visitors. “One moment.”

The knocks were never ending, and she rolled her eyes, stalking towards the door. “I said-” The twins stood in front of her. “Oh.” She stiffened. “Hi.”

They scoffed, George breaking the tension. “You look like a right mess, Williams.”

Fred nudged him, murmuring. “George…” He smiled at the girl standing in front of them. “You alright love?”

Her eyes widened. The last time she’d been called love… It was like she couldn’t forget him. She nodded, ushering them in. “Sit, sit.”

They came in, taking in their surroundings. Fred cleared his throat. “What have you been up to?”

“Nothing much.” She forced herself to smile. “How’s the shop?”

George squinted. “We haven’t seen you for three weeks, and you’re asking how the shop is?” He stood closer to her, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. “What happened, love?”

“I-” Her throat felt as if it was closing. “Nothing. I swear.”

He shook his head. “Fine, you don’t need to tell us.” He sat down on the couch, Fred following after him. “Mum’s been asking why you haven’t come to dinner lately.”

She winced. How would she get out of this?

Answer: she wouldn’t.

Because moments after, they were flooing to the Burrow, Mrs.Weasley wrapping her arms around her. “Where have you been?”

She blushed, hugging the older witch back. “Work was busy.” She winced as Mrs.Weasley’s unconvinced stare pierced her soul. “I’m sorry.”

Mrs. Weasley laughed, ushering her inside. “No apologies necessary. Have you been eating? You look frail, dear.”

“I-” Charlie was in the kitchen, and upon hearing his mother’s voice, turned around. She felt like she could melt. “Weasley.”

He nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. “Williams.”

Mrs. Weasley interrupted. “Why don’t you take a seat in the living room dear. I’ll add an extra plate to the table.”

She nodded. “Thank you Mrs.Weasley.” Scurrying past Charlie, she plopped down on the couch, staring at the ceiling.

“You’re alive.” A woman’s voice broke through the silence. She turned her head over, smiling at the new presence.

“Hey Gin.” She stood up, hugging her tightly. “I missed you.”

Ginny hummed. “I missed you too.” Pulling out of the hug, she grabbed her friend's hands in hers. “Tell me what happened between you and Charlie.”

Her eyes practically fell out of her sockets. “What are you-”

Ginny glared. “Don’t play dumb with me. He’s been a whiny mess lately, that can’t be coincidence.”

“There could be a million reasons for why he's whining. You don’t-” Ginny sat down on the couch, pulling her along.

“What did he do?” Ginny whispered. “I’m very skilled at the Bat Bogey Hex.”

She laughed. “I know you are. Trust me, it wasn’t his fault. I-” She sighed, leaning against the back of the couch. “I thought you’d be upset at me, if you knew I was seeing your brother. Besides, Charlie is sweet, I’m not the right fit for him.”

A deep voice echoed through the room. “Don’t you think that’s for me to decide?” Ginny’s eyes widened, and Y/N stared back, begging her not to leave. “Could you give us a moment, Gin?”

She held on to Ginny’s hands as tightly as she could, but Ginny pulled away, murmuring sorry as she raced out of the room, no doubt telling her boyfriend and entire family. So much for secrecy. Taking a deep breath, she stood up, waving casually. “Charlie.”

“You’re not the right fit?” He scoffed, walking close enough so that he could whisper and only she would hear. “You’re not the right fit, really?”

“You know what I meant.”

“I don’t really.” He grabbed her hands in his. “You are what I’ve-” He took a deep breath, most likely gathering the courage to tell her. “You are what I’ve always wanted. What I’ve always dreamt of.”

She blushed. “Don’t patronize me…”

“Love…” He tilted his head. “You are everything to me, and it kills me to be apart from you. Really.”

“I don’t know how the twins would react-”

“Who cares!” He yelled, quickly remembering he was inside and lowering his voice. “Who cares? I love you and I-” Charlie’s golden eyes widened, and he stuttered. “I mean-” His smile was sure, brighter even. “I love you, and if you love me, then we can make it. Through anything, including my brother’s disapproval.” Pulling her as close as he physically could, he whispered. “I don’t think I can be that separated from you ever again. It was torture, Williams.” He leaned down, their foreheads leaning against each other. “Utter torture.”

“I love you too-” He pulled her lips to his, kissing her as deep as his body would allow him. She squeaked, melting in his touch. “Charlie, wait just a moment.” He groaned, leaning his head on her shoulder. “I know you could do perfectly fine with your brother’s disapproval, but they’re my best friends. I can’t just… I can’t lose them.”

He whispered into the crook of her neck, chills running down her spine. “Even if that meant losing me?”

She kissed his temple, humming. “I’m sorry.” Forcing herself to pull away, she ignored the chills that fell down her spine when Charlie grabbed her wrist, halting her in her tracks.

"I admire it, how fiercly loyal you are to my brothers." He laughed. "Very Gryffindor of you, I must say."

She scoffed, her eyes tearing up ever so slightly. "What can I say? Weasleys are worth protecting."

The table was tense, Y/N avoiding every attempt Charlie made at eye contact. The twins were suspiciously watching the pair, wondering what exactly was going on. Ginny had surprisingly not told everyone, contrary to Y/N’s belief. Mrs. Weasley tried to make conversation, but she only made the situation worse. “So Charlie, whatever happened to that girl of yours? The one you were sneaking off to see.”

Y/N looked up from her plate, staring at Charlie. He sighed, taking a sip of water. “She’s busy Mum.”

Mrs.Weasley nodded, turning her attention to Y/N. “And you dear? How has work been? I hope Kinglsey isn’t giving you too hard of a time.”

“Work’s been fantastic, thank you Mrs.Weasley. I actually…” She took a deep breath, grinning from ear to ear. “I just got promoted to team lead.”

The table erupted into well wishes and congratulations. Mrs.Weasley smiled. “That is wonderful dear. You must be the youngest yet.”

She nodded, giving a pointed look to Harry. “Besides this one, yes.”

Charlie cleared his throat. “Congratulations, Williams.”

The table quieted, and Y/N smiled gratefully, daring to make eye contact with him. “Thank you.”

Ginny coughed, obviously trying to get her attention, but Y/N couldn’t be bothered to break eye contact with him. His eyes were dangerous, she’d determined, and there was a spark in them that was not there earlier. Butterflies erupted in her stomach, and she shook her head slightly.

He was about to do something neither of them could take back, she knew it.

She also couldn’t find it in her to care.

Charlie stood, his seat scrapping against the floor. His parents’s eyebrows furrowed. Mr.Weasley spoke first. “Are you alright son?”

Charlie nodded, still looking at Y/N. “I’m perfect. I-” He smiled. “I have something to say.”

Mrs. Weasley smiled knowingly. “Spit it out dear.”

Y/N held her breath, nodding encouragingly. A second wind overtook him, and he stood strong. “I’m in love-”

Mrs. Weasley grinned. “That’s wonderful dear!”

Fred and George teased. “Lucky girl, that one.”

Y/N tried to control her blush. Charlie smiled. “I’m in love with Williams.”

She looked around the table, trying to gage reactions based off their expressions. Harry, Ron, and Hermione looked positively shocked, and Fred and George… Her eyes widened. They didn’t look shocked in the slightest. Charlie continued. “I don’t want to upset you two, but we-”

George laughed. “Why would we be upset?”

Fred nodded. “We’ve known for months.”

Mrs. Weasley scoffed. “Months? Charlie Weasley, you kept this sweet girl a secret-”

“That’s actually my fault Mrs.Weasley.” Y/N interjected. “I- I didn’t want to upset the twins.” They pulled faces, rolling their eyes. “Why would we be upset? If anything, we’d be upset at Charlie for corrupting sweet little Y/N/N.”

Y/N shoved them. “Shut it, both of you.”

Charlie smiled, sitting back down. “Well I guess that’s settled then.” Y/N smiled back, mouthing the words he so longed to hear. ‘I love you.’

Mrs. Weasley sighed, picking at food. “Shall I be expecting more grandchildren anytime soon?”

Y/N choked on her drink, clutching her chest. Charlie’s eyes widened, cheeks bright red. “Mum!”

“I’m only asking.” Mrs. Weasley held her hands up in surrender. “Victorie has been so lonely.”

Charlie tilted his head. “We’re not even married yet, Mum.” He looked over at Y/N, winking. “But that can be arranged.”

It was Y/N’s turn to scoff. “Charlie Weasley, absolutely not.”

He stuck his lower lip out, pouting. “What-”

“Ask me in a year, not before then or after.” She nodded resolutely, taking a sip of her pumpkin juice, ignoring the looks from her friends.

Charlie nodded, looking much too happy. “Yes ma’am.”

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