Summary: Reader is a friend of Percy’s who spends Christmas at the Burrow and attracts the attention of one enamored Charlie Weasley.
Warnings: none
Word Count: 4,300
A/N: A fun Christmas-y one because ‘tis the season! I’ve been in love with Charlie since the ripe old age of ten years old so this was a fun one to write. Feel free to like and reblog, enjoy! :)
One of the few perks of working for the Ministry of Magic was getting the whole week before Christmas off. Most witches and wizards used this time to catch up on holiday shopping and spend time with their families, but you were absolutely dreading the upcoming break.
It was the Friday before Christmas week, and you were eating lunch in Percy Weasley’s office.
Both of you had been best friends at Hogwarts, and had started working at the Ministry together after graduating last spring. It was genuinely fantastic being able to see him every day, even if your job filing paperwork in the Office of Misinformation was far less thrilling than being Bartemius Crouch’s personal assistant.
“So, how’s the promotion been?” you asked between bites of your sandwich, gesturing to the room around you. “New office, better proximity to the coffee machine.” Percy chuckled.
“It’s definitely more than I expected,” he admitted, looking around the room with you. He’d just moved into the next space a week and a half ago, and this was the first time you’d had your daily lunch here.
“It’s also definitely better than your old cubicle,” you pointed out. His eyes widened and he nodded, giving you an exasperated look.
“I wasn’t going to complain about it, but that situation was not ideal,” he said. You laughed, remembering Percy’s many complaints about the constant flow of traffic throughout the Department of International Cooperation and how difficult it was to get work done.
“And how’s Crouch? He’s still treating you well?”
Percy nodded and gave you a small smile.
“He’s really great, actually. Obviously a bit busy with all the Triwizard Tournament stuff happening at Hogwarts, but he still makes an effort to show me how to do things and introduce me to people.”
You grinned, reaching across the desk to give him a high-five. “You’re making your way up there, Perce.”
“Thank you, m’lady,” he said, straightening up some of the paperwork he’d been working on. “And how about you, how’s your job been?”
“Oh, same old, same old,” you said dismissively. His brows furrowed.
“I thought you were going to talk to Buttons about a new position?” he asked seriously. You shrugged. Your boss, Lois Buttons, was a lovely old witch, but very scatter-brained and easily overwhelmed.
“I didn’t want to give her one more thing to worry about before Christmas, you know?”
Percy sighed. “(Y/n), you’re never going to get into a different division if you don’t ask. They’ll just promote you and you’ll be stuck there forever.”
You bit your lip. “I mean, that wouldn’t be terrible,” you lied. “The process of actually coming up with explanations for magical incidents seems interesting.”
“But you’ve wanted to work in the Beast Division since our third year,” Percy insisted. You looked down at your hands, slightly embarrassed, and Percy sighed. “Listen, I don’t mean to push, but if you want it I think you should go for it.”
You nodded slowly.
“I can talk to her, if you’d rather not,” Percy added. “Plant the idea in her head.”
“Oh, Percy, I don’t know if I could ask for that,” you said, brows knitting together.
“Well, the offer stands regardless,” he insisted. “After the holiday, we can discuss how we want to go about it.”
Your stomach dropped at the mention of the upcoming break. Percy seemed to pick up on your change in mood.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” he asked sincerely.
“Well, even if I wanted to go home, my parents won’t be back from vacation until Christmas Eve, which means I’ll be spending most of next week alone,” you admitted. “And you know I don’t really like ongoing periods of solitude.”
Percy nodded, then gave you a confused look. “You said…even if you wanted to?”
You sighed and nodded. “You know my parents aren’t the most agreeable people.” Percy snorted.
“That’s an understatement.”
Your parents were both muggles who disapproved of anything magical whatsoever. Thus, they harbored a not-so-small amount of disdain for your current life path. Any time you spent with them was miserable.
“So I’m not really looking forward to, you know, a week of being alone with nothing to do and then a few days of close contact with Mr. and Mrs. Ebenezer Scrooge.”
Percy chuckled at your joke, leaning back in his chair thoughtfully. Suddenly, his face lit up, and he slapped his desk triumphantly. “I have a solution!”
You jumped, and Percy gave you an apologetic look.
“Sorry,” he said meekly, rubbing the back of his neck.
“It’s ok, it’s ok,” you said, relaxing back in your seat and gesturing for him to continue.
“Why don’t you spend Christmas at the Burrow with all of us, like you did during school,” he said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
“Oh, Percy, I wouldn’t want to intrude, I’m sure your poor mother is already stressed enough-”
“(Y/n), stop,” he interrupted. “I genuinely won’t hear it. There’s no way me or anyone else will be able to enjoy Christmas knowing you’re miserable and lonely. You’re coming.”
You blinked, processing his proposition, and a small grin spread across your face.
“Okay,” you said slowly. “I like this idea.”
“Success!” Percy cheered.
“When do we leave?” you asked, still smiling.
“Later tonight,” Percy said, picking up a quill and looking back down at the paper in front of him.
“Tonight?” you asked incredulously. “Percy, I have to pack!”
“I’ll apparate to your place and then we can, y’know, apparate there together,” he said, waving his hands around as he spoke.
“Alright, well, see you tonight,” you said, standing up to leave and feeling ten times better about the week ahead of you.
“See you tonight! And close the door on your way out!”
— — —
Walking into the Burrow with Percy felt overwhelmingly like coming home. It took all of five seconds for Fred and George to wrap you in a bone-crushing hug, and you found yourself whirling between conversations with Harry, Ron, and Hermione as the twins helped you bring your bags upstairs.
“You’ll be staying with Ginny and I,” Hermione said excitedly, squeezing your hand.
“Oh, Mione, that sounds lovely,” you gushed, pulling her in for a hug. “It’s so good to see you.”
“You as well,” she replied, pulling you in closer.
“Roomies!” Ginny shrieked, bolting in the room and tackling you both. The three of you burst into laughter on the ground.
You ran into Percy on your way down the stairs.
“They whisked you away so fast, I had no idea where you went,” he chuckled. You grinned.
“I still haven’t said hi to your parents so I’m on my way to do that now.”
“Mum’s in the kitchen!” he called as you continued down the stairs.
You walked through the doorway that connected the living room and dining room and immediately encountered Mr. Weasley.
“(Y/n)!” he cried, setting down the stack of plates he was carrying to give you a proper hug. “Oh, it’s lovely to see you! You’ll have to pardon the mess. Molly, (Y/n)’s here!”
You grinned as Mrs. Weasley raced into the dining room, apron on and wooden spoon in hand. She pushed her husband out of the way to greet you.
“(Y/n), darling,” she smiled. “It’s absolutely lovely to see you, happy holidays!”
“Happy holidays, Mrs. Weasley,” you replied, hugging her back happily. “Thank you so much for letting me come visit.”
“Oh, dear, it’s not a visit when you’re practically part of the family!” she insisted as she pulled away. “Come keep me company in the kitchen while I cook.”
You happily obliged, following her into the kitchen where you found Bill and Charlie standing around the cluttered wooden table. Your pulse quickened almost immediately.
Bill was six years older than you and Charlie was four, and while you hadn’t spent too much time around them while you were at Hogwarts you’d always been intimidated by the eldest Weasley siblings.
“Hey (Y/n),” Bill said warmly, giving you a quick wave. Charlie looked up from the dough he was kneading and smiled brightly.
“Hi,” you said a little nervously, giving them a small smile before following Molly over to the stove. “Can I help you with anything, Mrs. Weasley?”
“Why don’t you help Bill and Charlie make the bread,” she suggested. “You can make your own batch of dough, Merlin knows we still won’t have enough loaves.” You grinned, grabbing a clean bowl from the countertop and heading over to Bill.
“All the ingredients are here,” he said, gesturing to the mess on the table in front of him.
You nodded, clearing a little spot for you to work and setting your bowl down.
“How’ve you been, (Y/n)?” Charlie asked.
“Oh, uh, pretty good, how about you?” you replied, scanning the table for the flour and salt. “How’s Romania?”
“Oh, it’s fantastic,” Charlie said genuinely, eyes lighting up a little. “We just took in a few rescues, and they’ve just started adjusting which is great-”
“Oh, the Hebridean Blacks, right?” you interrupted. Charlie gave you a surprised look and nodded.
“Yea, actually, how did you know about that?”
“I read it in the paper,” you replied sheepishly, adding some yeast to your bowl.
“(Y/n) works with Percy at the Ministry, you know,” Molly said from behind you.
“Really?” Bill asked, looking over at you.
“Well, not with him,” you clarified. “I work in the Office of Misinformation, so different departments.”
“You like that job?” Charlie asked, brows furrowed. You shrugged again.
“It’s not really what I want to do, but I’ll take it.”
“Well, what is it that you want-”
Charlie was cut off by the twins storming into the kitchen demanding when dinner would be ready. Somehow, they managed to whisk you away from your spot at the table on their way out, giving Molly some excuse about needing you for “academic purposes” (which was most certainly a lie). You gave Bill and Charlie an apologetic look as the twins dragged you behind them.
— — —
The Burrow had always been your favorite place to celebrate the holidays, with its charming, cozy atmosphere and the surplus of people. That being said, you weren’t completely free of work in the days leading up to Christmas. You and Percy had spent a few afternoons trying to get things done in the living room, but the hustle and bustle of everything had made it difficult.
That was what had led you to staying up until one in the morning, filling out paperwork on the couch by yourself with a nice cup of tea. You were sure you’d regret it in the morning, but at least you’d gotten the last of your work done. Unfortunately, you weren’t sleepy in the slightest.
Some time ago you’d traded accident reports for your Dragonology book, fantasizing about working for the Dragon Research and Restraint Bureau as you did. One day, when you worked up the courage to ask for a division transfer, you’d get that job. Hopefully.
Your head snapped up as the stairs creaked softly, eyes meeting those of Charlie Weasley as he made his way into the living room. He winced, giving you a sheepish smile.
“Sorry to scare you,” he murmured.
“No worries,” you replied softly, watching as he made his way over to the couch.
“This seat taken?” he asked, gesturing to the spot next to you. You shook your head, sliding over to give him more room.
You sat in silence for a bit, sneaking glances at the built redhead on the other side of the couch more often than reading the book on your lap. His eyes were closed, head tilted back slightly and a peaceful look on his face.
“You couldn’t sleep either?” he asked finally. You shook your head, then realized his eyes were still shut.
“No, I was staying up doing work and then I wasn’t tired when I finished,” you answered. “How about you?”
“Romanian time is two hours ahead of here,” he said. “Not a humongous difference but enough to ruin my sleep schedule.”
“Traveling always makes me need to nap,” you said. Charlie chuckled.
“Is that where you vanished to the other day when you fled the kitchen?” he asked.
“Oh, no, that was top secret Weasley Twins business,” you teased. “Absolutely confidential.” Charlie gave you a knowing look, and you blushed slightly. “There mayhave been some napping after the top secret business was done.”
“I knew it!” he grinned, lifting his fist up in an exhausted triumph.
A comfortable silence fell over the room, save for the clock ticking and the fireplace crackling.
“You said you finished your work, so what’s that?” Charlie asked, sitting up slightly as he gestured to the book in your hands.
“Oh, uh, personal reading,” you said, showing him the cover. “For fun.”
His eyes lit up as he read the title. “Dragons! I know those!”
Your heart skipped a beat at his lopsided grin.
“Yea, they’re quite fascinating, and really beautiful I think,” you said, eyes trailing over the illustrations on the page you were reading.
“Great minds think alike,” Charlie smiled, giving you a wink. You blushed, looking away from the smirking redhead in front of you.
“So, just a casual interest or something more?” he continued. You bit your lip, thinking about your answer.
“I’ve always wanted to do something with dragons,” you started finally, smiling faintly as Charlie physically perked up. “Care of Magical Creatures was like my thing in school, it was a natural progression of interest. I won’t say you weren’t an inspirational factor, but we don’t need to get into all that.” You could’ve sworn you saw a slight blush on Charlie’s cheeks.
“Well, you work in the Magical Creatures Department now,” he said. “It can’t be all that hard to transfer into the Beasts Division, and then try to do something more specialized.”
“It’s honestly probably not that difficult, but I’m terrified to talk to my boss about it,” you admitted.
“Why?”
“She really likes me, and if I transferred I’d be working with completely different people. I don’t want her to think that me asking to leave has anything to do with her at all, you know? What if she took it personally?”
“But do you like your job now?” he asked. You shook your head immediately.
“Not at all.”
“Then why not go for it?” he suggested. “What’s the harm? And if you decided you didn’t like it, you could always go back.”
You sighed. “I’m not nervous about that, I’m nervous once I get a taste of it, I’ll want to do what you do.” He opened his mouth and closed it, having no quick response. “Do you ever regret going into such a niche field?” you continued.
“Not at all,” he answered with a shake of his head.
“Even though it’s far away and kind of dangerous?”
He flashed you a devious grin. “That’s half of the appeal.” A beat. “Why are you nervous about wanting that kind of a career?”
“My parents wouldn’t like it,” you shrugged. His brows furrowed.
“They’re both muggles, right?”
You nodded. “And they really don’t like anything magic. Like at all.” Charlie gave you a confused look and you continued. “Don’t like my job, didn’t like me going to school or my friends. Definitely wouldn’t like me running off to a place like Romania to work with Dragons.”
Charlie nodded thoughtfully. “I can see why you have inhibitions. Though I must say, it takes an insanely compassionate person to account for thoughts of people who don’t have their best interests at heart.”
“Thanks, Charlie,” you murmured, blushing at his words. You pressed yourself back further into the couch.
“And obviously I don’t want to tell you to disregard your parents,” he said. “That would be shit advice. But at some point you do have to prioritize what you want.”
You nodded, eyes widening as you glanced at the clock on the wall.
“Sweet Merlin, it’s two o’clock!” you hissed, scrambling to your feet as you gathered all your papers from the coffee table. Charlie gave you a concerned look as he leaned forward to help you.
“Sorry to leave in the middle of the conversation, but I promised your sister I’d go Christmas shopping with her in the morning,” you explained, thanking him as he handed you a stack of filled out paperwork.
“Very kind of you,” he said with a smile. “Have to get your beauty sleep, though I’m sure you don’t need it.”
You blushed and murmured a goodnight as you walked past him, halting when he grabbed your hand. You looked down at him with wide eyes.
“I think you’d make an amazing Dragonologist, (Y/n),” he said lowly, looking up at you through his lashes as he pressed a slow kiss to the back of your hand. You could hear your heart pounding in your ears. “Sleep well.”
You squeaked out a response as he dropped your hand and rushed up the stairs. Your heart was still pounding as you closed the bedroom door behind you, relishing in the memory of his calloused hand on yours.
— — —
The first half of Christmas Eve was spent tidying up the house and helping Molly in the kitchen. Much to your chagrin, Ginny forced you and Hermione to take a break and join in on the annual Weasley Quidditch game.
You had absolutely no skill on a broom, and Hermione wasn’t that much better, so it was no surprise when you were both picked dead last.
Harry and Ginny were team captains (“To fuel the tension,” Fred had whispered to you with a smirk), and Ginny had picked Charlie to be her seeker. Fred and George were split so each team had a beater, and you wound up on Harry’s team with Ron, George, and Bill.
“(Y/n) can be the keeper,” Harry said as you discussed your team’s strategies. Ron gave him an offended look.
“Bloody hell, mate, you know that’s my best position!”
“But if (Y/n) is keeper she doesn’t have to fly around much,” Harry retorted with a tilt of his head. “And then we might actually have a chance at winning.” Harry gave you an apologetic look as you scoffed.
But he was right - Ron was still fantastic as a chaser, and you were terrible overall.
His strategy was primarily offensive, his reasoning being that if they kept the quaffle on the other side of the pitch, you wouldn’t have to do too much actual defense.
You tried your best, but Ginny was practically unstoppable when it came to scoring.
“Get your head in the game, (Y/n)!” Percy teased as he tossed the quaffle at you. You screeched and swatted it away with your hand. Your eyes widened as you watched the quaffle fall to the ground.
“Holy shit, I did it!” you shouted, laughing with Percy as you flew around the goalposts.
Your celebrations came to an end when Ginny snatched the quaffle and threw it straight into your chest, knocking you off your broom.
You yelped in surprise, closing your eyes and bracing for impact with the ground when you were caught by a rather sturdy pair of arms.
You opened an eye tentatively, blushing at the sight of Charlie with an attractive smirk on his face.
“That was a nice block,” he said. “And an even nicer fall. Very graceful.”
You struggled to find words as he reached out and caught your falling broom, quirking an eyebrow as he looked back down at you.
“Uh, thank you,” you stammered, relishing in the feel of his body against yours as he landed on the ground and set you back on your broom.
“No problem,” he said with a wink, taking off to scold Ginny and leaving you speechless on the ground.
“What in the name of Merlin was that?” Percy asked with a shocked smile as he flew down to check in on you. “I had no idea you’d been seduced by my older brother.”
“He hasn’t seduced me,” you groaned as you lifted off the ground. “Not too much, anyways.”
By the time dinner was done, you were completely exhausted from Quidditch, helping Molly, and your impending food coma. You collapsed on the couch dramatically, hugging your legs to your chest as you watched the twins try to rope people into a game of exploding snap.
You grinned as Charlie moved to sit next to you, ignoring Percy’s suggestive eyebrow wiggle from his seat across from you.
“How’re you feeling?” he asked, scooching closer to you as more people sat down on the couch.
“Like I might explode,” you groaned, pulse quickening as his thigh touched yours.
“Just like the cards!” Charlie said, pointing at the game in front of you. You laughed at the wide grin on his face.
“Very nice joke,” you said in a posh voice, clapping your hands together softly. “Ten points for execution.”
“Thank you, thank you, I came up with it myself,” he said, winking at you as he stretched his arms over the back of the couch.
You blushed, hyper aware of his arm behind you. “You have to stop doing that,” you said exasperatedly, a small grin on your face.
“Doing what, sweetheart?” he asked with a smirk. You rolled your eyes.
“The winking, it gets me all flustered,” you stated matter-of-factly.
“Oh, and why’s that?” he teased, leaning towards you slightly.
“Because it’s extremely attractive and I think Percy would probably spontaneously combust if I snogged his older brother at a family function,” you said innocently, leaning in and grinning as his cheeks turned bright red. “Trust me, Weasley, two can play at this game.”
“Noted,” he grinned, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and pulling you into his side. “Let me know if this is too much.” You shook your head, giving him a small smile as you rested your head on his chest. “This is perfect.”
You hoped he couldn’t feel how fast your heart was beating, deciding instead to focus on the feeling of his muscular torso under his sweater. A couple years working with dragons had definitely changed his physique, though he’d always been on the more muscular side. You dragged your fingers down his chest, slowing to a stop in the middle of his stomach, and felt his breath hitch.
“Careful,” he murmured, bringing his spare hand up to engulf yours. You grinned up at him, biting your lip as his calloused thumb traced small circles on the back of your hand.
“I am being careful,” you retorted. “I’m just…admiring.”
“Admiring?” he said, giving you an amused look. You nodded.
“Oi lovebirds!” Fred called, “you two playing exploding snap or not?”
You rolled your eyes, glancing at Fred and shaking your head.
“Afraid not, Freddie.”
“Sorry, mate,” Charlie added. “Maybe tomorrow night.” “It’s snowing!” Ginny exclaimed, jumping up from the floor and racing over to the window. “Look!”
You grinned, leaping off the couch to join her. Sure enough, snow was falling softly outside, a light dusting already covering the ground.
Charlie pushed himself off the couch, walked over to stand behind you and rested his hands on your hips. You glanced over your shoulder at him, giving him a warm smile, before returning your attention to the developing winter wonderland in front of you.
“I’m going outside,” you declared, wiggling out of Charlie’s grip to grab your coat off the hook by the door. “Want to see the snow up close and personal.”
Charlie raised an eyebrow then shrugged, reaching for his own coat and slipping on his boots.
“You like the snow, huh?” he asked with a smile as he followed you outside.
You nodded gleefully, meandering around the porch as you inspected the amount of snow.
“I’d say this is a good centimeter or so,” you said thoughtfully, bending down and grabbing a handful.
“Is it?” Charlie asked teasingly. You nodded, spinning around and hurling your newly formed snowball at him. He dodged it easily, laughing loudly as he stepped forward and pulled you closer to him.
You smiled, wrapping your arms around his torso and resting your forehead on his chest. The two of you stood there for a moment, swaying in the cold air.
“If I’m being too forward you can tell me,” Charlie said finally, “but I’d really like to take you out for dinner before we both go back to work.”
You looked up at him brightly. “I’d love that, Charlie, really.”
“And then, maybe if you’re not too busy, you could come visit me in Romania sometime and see some dragons?” he suggested, gazing down at you. You nodded and snuggled in closer to him.
“The snow is gorgeous,” you said softly, committing the soft “thump” of his heartbeat to memory.
“Like you,” Charlie replied quickly. You pulled back and swatted his chest playfully.
“Charlie Weasley, are you trying to flatter me?”
“Maybe,” the tall ginger murmured, bending down to rest his forehead against your own. You sucked in a breath, overwhelmed with the proximity of your face and his, and how easy it would be to just lean forward and…
“You said something about snogging earlier,” Charlie said cheekily.
“Want to take me up on that offer?” you suggested breathlessly. He grinned, reaching up to cup the back of your head as he pressed his lips to your firmly. Your eyes fluttered closed, relishing in the feel of his mouth on yours for a moment before parting your lips to deepen the kiss. You moved your hands up to his broad shoulders, pulling him in closer to you.
And as the two of you continued to kiss in the snow, you realized this Christmas wouldn’t be half as bad as you had thought.
I’m trying to get better at reccing amazing fics I come across - this was one of my fandom “challenges” that I set myself for 2022 and I’ve been a bit rubbish at it so far, sorry! - but I’m halfway through this fic at the moment and I have to take pause and tell everyone about it because
it
has
me
floored
Licuriciby@lou-isfake/@lou-ifyouwant is a Charlie POV Charlie/Harry/Draco get-together fic with so much warmth and heart, and honestly I’ve never read a better Charlie Weasley than this. I just—I love him. With all of my soul.
It has: dragons!, magical empaths!, PINING! (oh god the pining is just - top tier honestly), gorgeous landscapes and interiors (I am weak for descriptions of rooms/houses as you probably know from my own writing, and this has plenty of that, I just feel at home everywhere I am in this fic, can I please spend a cosy night in Charlie’s hut?), occlumency!, long haired Harry!, fierce and protective Draco!, soft feeling full of HEART and yearning and love Charlie!, amazing rep of social anxiety and the importance of one’s need for alone time/independence!, accurate and compassionate poly rep!, gorgeous pet names that I am weak for, beautifully written sex!, and this is just the tip of the iceberg!
Here’s the summary from ao3 which will probably do a better job at convincing you to read it than I ever will:
“Charlie wanted Harry, but he’d never planned on having him. He’d never planned on Draco Malfoy, either. He hadn’t planned on anything but living out his days in Romania, with his friends and his dragons and his safe, peaceful distance.
Apparently, it wasn’t a very popular plan.
This is a story about crumbs and flickers and roots, running away and coming home; about falling in love without meaning to (twice), and having truly good friends, and the mutually revealing recognition between two people in love with the same man.”
Summary: Twelve year old Harry is being beaten by his uncle when he closed his eyes and wished with all his might to be somewhere safe. His magic takes hold and when he opens is eyes its to the sound of growling and the sight of a massive dragon towering above him.
Summary:Christmas at the Burrow is a welcome break from the pressure of eighth year and all that it entails. Classes Harry’s not prepared for, a malaise he can’t quite shake, and a feeling like maybe his roommate might be up to something (like seducing him). And Charlie? Charlie is a welcome break from Harry’s right hand.
Summary:A new marriage law comes into force and Harry is forced to find himself a spouse or forced to have one chosen for him. He chooses a man that he trusts and loves as a friend believing that he would never fall in love.
He finds that he is more open to the idea than he first thought.
Summary:When Charlie Weasley begins working at the Romanian reserve, he has no idea what a Dragon Singer is or how important the one that lives there will soon be to him.
Summary: Everyone feels lost after the war, but as they all begin to find their way forward, Harry discovers dancing and dragons and someone to hold onto in the last place he expects to look. This is a story of love and healing and green things and living, and how Harry learns to live for what he died for.
Summary:Half a lifetime ago, Harry spent an awful summer in Romania with Charlie Weasley. Now, he’s determined to follow up on the seeds that were planted back then.
For the prompt, “Never too old for your first same-sex experience.”
Summary: From the moment Charlie left Hogwarts, he’d heard about Harry Potter. The longer time goes on, the more their lives become intertwined and the more Charlie can’t keep himself away (8 year age gap be damned).
Summary:When Harry returns to Hogwarts with his friends so they can finish their last year, from the very first night things are not what they seemed. Warning: slash, mpreg, strong language.
Summary:The Battle of Hogwarts is over and Charlie’s headed back to Romania and his dragons expecting that that’s the end of it. Then Kingsley Shacklebolt turns up with a time travelling mirror that he says is a bequest from Dumbledore himself, specifically for Charlie. And naturally, because nothing is ever really free, Dumbledore has plans for what Charlie needs to do with it.
Apparently, Charlie’s job is to make sure that Harry Potter makes it to eleven years old in his Aunt and Uncle’s house with all of his mental faculties intact. Tricky.
Summary: Or: After a mission goes wrong, an injured Harry is brought home by Charlie, and Sirius has to face the reality of his godson whom him and Remus raised from childhood growing up for good.
Summary: An arranged marriage contract between the Potters and Weasleys cause problems between Harry and the Weasleys. But maybe it can lead him to his happily ever after?
Summary:Harry discovers private karaoke rooms are great for blow jobs, gets a crash course in Muggle music and hopes that One Direction songs are the way to Charlie Weasley’s cockheart.
Summary:Charlie knows now that being a brat is Harry’s nature. Harry knows he’ll get something out of it. Which doesn’t mean Charlie won’t make him suffer for it.
“E” for “Exceeds Expectations”. And I’ve always thought Fred and I should’ve got “E” in everything, because we exceeded expectations just by turning up for the exams.
Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix
The thing about growing up with Fred and George is that you sort of start thinking anything’s possible if you’ve got enough nerve.
Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince
I’d hate to see what the Ministry’d do to me if I blew up an aunt. Mind you, they’d have to dig me up first, because Mum would’ve killed me.
Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban
But Dumbledore says he doesn’t care what they do as long as they don’t take him off the Chocolate Frog cards.
Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix
Keep back there, Hagrid! They can shoot fire at a range of twenty feet, you know! I’ve seen this Horntail do forty!
Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire
p.s. sorry but i don’t really like Percy… an aesthetic of him would have looked like that: and also… the last scene of him speaking to twins during the battle… it breaks my heart.
Charlie Weasley // Regulus Black // Dean Thomas & Seamus Finnegan // Oliver Wood // Hannah Abbott // Paravti Patil & Lavender Brown // Susan Bones // Angelina Johnson
“Charlie’s in the Order, too, but he’s still in Romania. Dumbledore wants as many foreign wizards brought in as possible, so Charlie’s trying to make contacts on his days off.”
for@microficmay. all my entries are connected, a story of harry and draco and a month in the midnight sun of norway, in search of a dragon. 50 words. no rating. for those who have been following along, thank you and also, don’t hate me after this one. you can read all entries in order on AO3 here: jesus, etc or on tumblr here.
Harry, hanging laundry, finds the note in Draco’s pocket. It’s been crumpled, torn, spellotaped back together:
Watch Harry for me. Dad says he’s not well, since the war.
You think I chose him, but you’re wrong. It’s always you, my fearless heart.
Microfic May 2022 - Day 18 - Secrets Series/AU: The Soul’s Scream (spoilers for chapter 19)
Once his own registration was completed, Charlie tried to subtly place himself near Brishen. He wasn’t as subtle as he’d hoped, because the Joker was aware of his presence almost immediately.
“I really didn’t know,” the Joker grumbled. “I wasn’t trying to keep anything a secret. I would have mentioned it earlier if I had instead of having—that—happen.” He gestured vaguely in the direction of the remaining registrations.
“I’m sure you would have,” Charlie agreed. “Would she have known?” He hadn’t meant to ask that particular question, but it was something he had to consider once it occurred to him. The other Phoelix had apparently met Fred and George, after all.
Summary: You and Bill have been friends since your second year at Hogwarts. Little did you know that he had been secretly crushing for you for quite awhile now. With the arrival of his brother Charlie and your closeness to Barnaby, Bill starts being jealous. His jealousy however will make things between you very difficult.
Pairing: Bill Weasley x Female!Ravenclaw!Reader
Warning:swearing, also it’s quite long, a big angst maybe?
A/N: hello! This is my first fic ever! I’m quite excited actually. Just to warn you guys, English is not my first language so if there are mistakes, I apologize. Feel free to point them out, it will surely improve my language skills. That said, I hope you enjoy this story!
***
It was another unproductive day and you were definitely tired, both physically and mentally. You were searching again the Forbidden Forest with Charlie and Barnaby, however, you found nothing. You didn’t lose hope, that would never happen, but you were certainly starting to be tired.
Since you arrived at Hogwarts you have been looking for the Cursed Vaults, and therefore your brother, almost instantly and you never really stopped. This search of yours had took away from you the light and frivolous aspect of the life at Hogwarts. All you had done was looking for the Vaults. You would never have back your youth and those years back.
However, if there was anything positive from this mission of yours, that was certainly your friends. In fact, you were tremendously lucky to have them, for they made those years the best of your life. Yes, finding the Vaults and breaking the curse was difficult and painful, but with your friends by your side, you never felt happier. All of them meant the world to you and you could not live without them.
“Y/N? Are you listening?” Charlie’s voice brought you back to reality. You didn’t realize that someone was talking to you, you simply zoned out.
“Ugh, I’m sorry Charlie, I guess I’m just tired. What were you saying?”
Charlie smiled warmly at you, “Nothing important, really. Just that we will go back again and try harder.”
You nodded, a sad smile on your face. You were glad that Charlie was ready to help you again, but honestly you were starting to think that the Forbidden Forest was a dead end. Barnaby must have guessed because he put a hand on your sholder and grinned at you, “we can do it” he said. Seriously, what would you do without your friends?
After this, you went back to the Ravenclaw’s common room where Tulip and Rowan were waiting for you. The latter, noticing your mood, quickly deduced that the search did not go well and greeted you with a small smile.
“Hello girls” you said to them before sitting on the sofa.
“Any news?” Rowan asked. You shook your head, groaning a bit.
“Don’t lose hope, Y/N Y/L/N. We can go to your brother’s room tomorrow and look for clues again.” You nodded. Tulip was right, there was no time for losing hope.
“How was the Forbidden Forest?”
You looked at Rowan and shrugged, “Dark, silent and creepy. Lucky for us there weren’t dangerous creatures. Although I’m sure Charlie and Barnaby would have liked that.”
Tulip and Rowan exchanged a knowing look between them. You noticed and, to be fair, you didn’t like it.
“What?” you asked.
Rowan was definitely hesitant but Tulip didn’t have any problem in blurting out what was going on.
“Apparently, Bill Weasley was not in his happiest mood today.”
“Tulip!” shouted Rowan.
Tulip laughed and kept looking at you like she knew something and she was not going to tell you any time soon.
“I think I don’t understand” was your blunt reply. Maybe it was because you were tired, or maybe because you really were clueless, but you didn’t get why Bill’s mood was connected to your trip to the Forbidden Forest.
“You really are dumb for a Ravenclaw” was Tulip’s lovely comment. You decided not to reply and to go straight to bed.
***
The next morning, your little conversation with your fellow Ravenclaw friends was forgotten. You had slept like a baby and all your energies were restored. You weren’t thinking about Bill until you met him in the Great Hall and greeted him with your best and warmest smile. Bill has always had a special place in your heart. The first time you met him, you were taken aback, he certainly was handsome, but it was his charming personality that got you. He soon became one of your best friend, always there where you needed him. Spending so much time with him also caused some problems, since Rowan was a bit jealous of you. That had been a really awful week.
However, you could now understand what Rowan felt, since you did it as well when Bill asked you to help him with his crush. You never hated the taste of Butterbeer like that day. It went down your throat like poison, and all you wanted to do was throwing up. You had put away that feeling quite soon since you were busy breaking a curse. Nonetheless, thinking about that day still made your stomach clench. You never understood why. A new feeling was striking you now. In fact, your head was spinning and throbbing. Only one question was there: why?
Bill didn’t even look at you when you said hi to him. He just walked and ignored you. It was like being punched directly to the stomach. You were trying so hard to understand why when you remembered last night conversation. It surely couldn’t be what you were thinking, but could have been possible that, maybe, Bill was sad and upset because you chose Barnaby over him? At the time, that choice made perfectly sense since Barnaby was, together with Charlie, one of the most passionate students of Care of Magical Creatures. Maybe Bill saw that as a betrayal. You didn’t know what to do, so you simply joined Tulip and Rowan at your table.
“Morning, Y/N Y/L/N” said Tulip.
Rowan saw your face and immediately knew that something was wrong, “Is everything okay? You look pale”.
“It’s Bill, he’s… I don’t…” you didn’t know what to say, simply because you didn’t know what was going on.
Rowan looked down, but after the third time that you coldy called her name, she looked at you and sighed, “look Y/N” she started, “I don’t know what is going on…” you started to protest but she raised her hand to stop you, “but I guessed. I mean, the whole school but you probably guessed.”
You were even more annoyed, what the hell was she talking about? You decided that it was just a waste of time trying to spill the truth out of Tulip’s and Rowan’s mouth, so you stood up and decided to do one thing: to go and deal with the source of the problem.
You quickly found your way to the Gryffindor’s table and walked towards Bill. He turned around when you were almost there, probably feeling you approaching. It always amazed you how well Bill was able to detect your presence. It was pointless denying it, every time his eyes landed on you, your heart skipped a beat.
“Bill, I need to talk to you” you announced.
He looked at you and he was about to tell you something before noticing Charlie, now standing at your side, his hand on you shoulder and a warm smile on his face.
“Good morning Y/N, are you feeling okay? Me and Barnaby were a bit worried about yesterday” he said. Bill’s face hardened.
You looked between the two brothers and decided to reply to Charlie, so that he could leave you and Bill alone. However, Bill stood up and left.
***
It had been nearly two weeks since that day in the Great Hall when you tried to talk to Bill. Since then, he tried to avoid you in every way and, if you were lucky enough to talk to him, he was different. His sweetness was gone, he never smiled at you and everytime he caught you with someone else, mostly Barnaby or Charlie, he was as cold as ice.
You were heartbroken, there was no other way to put it. Yes, you two were just friends, but not talking to him anymore, not being able to see his soft smile and kind eyes, to hear his voice or to be held in his arms, all of it was crushing you. You even stopped looking for the Vaults, and attending class became harder than you thought. You didn’t know why Bill was behaving in that way, you just wanted your friend back. Charlie became the only source of happiness during those weeks. Apparently, Bill was giving the cold shoulder to him too, much to Charlie’s surprise.
“Maybe I’ve done something wrong” you muttered. “Maybe I deserve it”.
“Oh don’t be silly! I don’t know what is going on in my brother’s head but I’m sure it’s not your fault”.
Charlie was always amazing with words, he could cheer you up in no time. You were so lucky to have him by your side. Charlie hugged you tightly, trying to show you that he was right there, next to you and that everything was going to be okay. With your head pillowed on his shoulder, you noticed Bill coming from the training grounds with Emily next to him; they were talking and laughing. Then his laughter stopped when he noticed you and Charlie. He barely looked at you and just walked away. You started crying. You were not sure how you were feeling right now. You were shaking so hard but you weren’t just sad, no you were furious. You felt a rage coming deep from your stomach, a fire you have hardly experienced in the past. The sight of him laughing with Emily was all it took for you to burst out. What was she doing with him? Most importantly, what was hedoing with her, after all the horrible things she said? You suddenly rose from your seat and followed Bill. Charlie tried to stop you, but you were unstoppable.
“Bill Weasley!” you shouted. All the people in the courtyard stopped talking and turned their heads to look at you. You were marching towards him, a fury in your eyes.
“I don’t have time for-“
“Shut up! Now you shut your mouth and listen to me!”
Bill was taken aback from your tone and he didn’t dare to speak again. Never had he seen you this angry. In the meantime, Charlie and your other friends stopped just behind you.
“Now you tell me what the hell is wrong with you! First you stop talking to me, then to your brother and to our friends and what? You hang out with that rat!” You doubted that your mouth could be stopped right now. You didn’t care about hurting him, or making a scene in front of everyone. You experienced enough.
“Don’t you call her a rat!”
Oh great, now he was defending her. Splendid! It was like a knife stabbed you in the heart. Somehow, realising that Bill could care more about Emily than you, made you want to die. Why was your heart hurting so much?
“You’re right. Calling her a rat is an offence for those poor animals. She’s far worse” you spitted through your teeth. Emily stepped forward, probably tired of being called names. Not that you cared, anyway.
“Listen, you little insect, it’s not my fault if Bill prefers me over an ugly brat like yo-“
“Flipendo!”You cast the spell without letting her finish. She should be glad that you didn’t use a worse spell that could have damaged her more. In fact, you were being too nice. As soon as you attacked, Charlie and Penny came and tried to stop you from knocking Bill out too. You weren’t much known for your calm.
“Are you mad?!”That was Bill’s voice.
“What? Do you want to join your girlfriend?!” you shouted at him while Charlie was holding you by your waist.
“You’re crazy!” he replied back before kneeling down to Emily and trying to help her.
The only thing your mind could register was that he didn’t deny it. He didn’t. So it was true, Bill was with someone else. It wasn’t you the one to make his heart beat faster, smile bigger and laugh louder. It wasn’t you.
If your heart wasn’t already broken, it surely would be shattered and destroyed right now. All you could feel was an aching emptiness where your heart should have been.
It wasn’t you. You were not the first person Bill would think about in the morning, the one that he would always protect. It wasn’t you.
He didn’t love you.
Why was this thought so painful? You two were just friends, right? Why was the idea of him dating someone else, not just Emily but any other person but you, so damn hard to accept? Why did you care about Bill’s love life? It hit you like cold water in the face. You loved him. You always did. But he didn’t love you back. You were as still as a statue, you couldn’t hear any sound. Suddenly, you took a step forward, Charlie and Penny were watching you closely, ready to stop you if needed.
“I hate you” you whispered softly. Nonetheless, Bill heard you. He turned his head around so fast you could swear you heard his neck crack. His eyes were opened wide, disbelief written all over his face.
“I hate you, Bill Weasley” you repeated louder.
You turned around without waiting for a reply. You didn’t register Charlie’s shouts, nor Professor Snape taking 20 points from Ravenclaw, or the tears rolling down your cheeks. The only thing you could feel was the aching emptiness inside your chest.
***
After the courtyard incident, you locked yourself up in your room. You skipped all the lessons, for which Professor Flitwick was not happy about. You refused to go out and eat; it was Rowan who brought you food. She was the only one allowed to enter your room and the only person you spoke to. Probably because she also had to deal with a broken heart and unrequited love for Bill Weasley. She could understand you. Of course, she tried to convince you to attend class or to go and spend some time with the others. But you were firm in your decision. Truth be told, you didn’t even have the energy to stand up. The difference between you and Rowan was that what the latter felt for Bill was just a simple crush, while you were in love with him. The only time you got out of your room was during the night when you went to the duelling class. Nobody but Rowan knew this. You found yourself spending the entire night there, trying to fix your broken heart by knocking down some manikin. Also, it was good for your anger.
You were in the middle of some heavy duelling against the wall when you heard the door open. You froze.
“Y/N?”
Oh, so Rowan betrayed you at last. Otherwise, how could Bill know where you were? You weren’t angry, not really. You knew that Rowan was only trying to help.
Bill called you again but you refused to speak, trying to find a quick and painless way to go out of the room.
“Can we talk?”
You sighed and closed your eyes. After all this time, now he wanted to talk?
“It’s too late now, isn’t it?” your voice was flat, emotionless. The truth was, inside you were a tornado of emotions.
Bill made a step forward, “can you turn around?” he asked.
He sounded sad, apologetic. You wanted to cry. At last, you did as he asked you. You surely were not a coward.
When you met his eyes, you felt the ground swallowing you. You hadn’t seen that look in nearly a month, you realized just now how much you actually missed it. Looking at him now, his long red hair, his freckles and his soft blue eyes, was like breathing again. You never stopped loving him, not even once. And that was why you had to go away.
“Look Bill, I’m sorry about the other d-“
“Did you mean it?” he blurted out quickly. At your confused face, he said “the other day, when you said you hate me, did you mean it?”
He sounded so… heartbroken. Just like you. Why was he sad? He was the one who stopped talking to you, started ignoring you and treating you like you two weren’t even friends. He was the one who hated you.
“Does it matter?” was all you could ask in return.
“Yes it does. It bloody does.”
“Why?” You weren’t sure where this conversation was heading to, but you couldn’t walk away even if you wanted to. Thing is, you didn’t.
“Because you’re my friend! My best friend!” he shouted at you.
You scoffed and took a step forward, your anger was slowly coming back. “Oh yeah? We’re friends? Because last time I checked, friends don’t ignore each other and don’t treat each other how you treated me! So tell me Bill, are we really friends?” This time it was your voice that was as cold as ice.
Bill flinched and looked down. He knew, of course he did, that he had been the worst jerk ever to you. In fact, he didn’t know if he deserved your forgiveness at all. The truth was, seeing you spending so much time with his brother and Barnaby made him scared and jealous.
“I was jealous” he started, “we were always together, so when you started hanging out with Charlie and Barnaby… look it isn’t an excuse, I’m still the worst friend ever lived, and I’m sorry, but I was jealous. Seeing you with them and not with me… it made me go crazy. I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness but… Y/N, I love you, I’m sorry I screwed up.”
You couldn’t breathe. Did you hear correctly? Did Bill Weasly really said that he loved you? He was jealous, all this time, he was just jealous because he loved you. As if a switch was turned on in your brain, you raised your hand, the one that hold the wand, and knocked Bill on the ground.
“You bastard! You absolute bastard! Couldn’t you just tell me?” You cast another spell, this time Bill was ready to stop any attack. He wasn’t expecting this reaction. “I thought you hated me! And what? You were just jealous? Do you realize how hurt I was!?”
You started attacking him with more serious spells, you were out of control. All that pain, all those tears, for what? For nothing! Because he didn’t hate you, in fact, it was quite the opposite.
“You broke my heart!” You shouted through tears. You were facing him now, only few inches separating you. You looked at him in the eyes before saying, “you broke me, Bill Weasley, and all I ever did was love you since the day I’ve met you.”
There was silence after that. You didn’t even know how you were capable of standing so still when you could feel yourself shaking. Suddenly, you felt Bill’s arms around you and his sweet voice right in your ear, “I’m sorry. Y/N, I love you.”
You looked at him and smiled through your tears and that’s when you felt his lips touching yours. You never felt happier and whole in your life. Suddenly the hole in your chest disappeared and your heart started beating again, because you were right where you belonged.
