Complicated (Charlie Weasley x reader)

Chapter 6 You shouldn't make a promise like that!

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Christmas had ended and you were back to classes like usual. It was now closing in on the Quidditch match Charlie had wanted you to watch, but you knew you couldn't see it since Madame Pomfrey had so politely asked you to stay in the hospital wing. It was always so quiet there during a match, which made it the perfect time for you to exchange some knowledge.

You never got a chance to tell Charlie that you couldn't come, but decided it wasn't so important. There is no way he would have noticed you if you went anyway, and with that thought in mind you walked right over to the hospital wing.

You could hear the loud cheering from the stadium all the way to the wing, and that was how you knew it had started. You felt a bit bad for not even trying to tell Charlie that you couldn't make it, but what was done is done. You would just have to tell him later.

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You had been there for about forty-five minutes and were finally getting the hang on how to make skelegrow potion. That was when the doors opened and a few teachers came through, followed by some Quidditch players carrying one that was unconscious. You couldn't see who it was, but you could see some red hair and then you immediately knew.

The other players had put Charlie down on the bed Pomfrey had told them to put him in, and then she went over there followed by Professor McGonagall who had been one of the teachers that had entered. McGonagall informed Pomfrey about what had happened, and you learned that Charlie had been hit in the back shoulder by a bludger, became disorientated and crashed, making Ravenclaw win the match, the last one you learned from one of his team-mates that was quite bitter about it.

Luckily, they found out Charlie only had a dislocated shoulder, but Pomfrey couldn't do anything about it before he woke up. She gave you the task of keeping an eye on him while she had a conversation with the other teachers (Charlie being the only one who had been injured).

You had been sitting next to Charlie for maybe five minutes now. You were still quite shocked about what had happened, maybe it was a good thing you didn't see it because you really don't know what you would have done. You touched his forehead to check if he was hot, but the moment you had done that Charlies hand had shot up and held onto yours, slightly startling you. He placed your hand against his cheek as he slowly opened his eyes.

'Where am I?' Charlie had asked you with barley any voice, but you heard him.

'You're in the hospital wing. You got hit by a bludger and crashed... oh and try not to move to much! Your shoulder got dislocated.' You had explained to him, the whole time he held onto your hand, making your heartbeat slightly faster.

'Yeah, thank you, I can feel that.' He slightly smiled to you, but you could see he was in pain.

You called over Madame Pomfrey and she fixed his shoulder in no time. Charlie was insisting he felt a lot better, but Pomfrey didn't believe him and told you to check him once more while she finished her conversation with the other teachers, which lead to the situation you were in now.

Charlie was sitting shirt-less on the bed while you were examination the area where he had been hit. Normally you didn't care when you saw shirt-less guys, but it all changed when it came to Charlie. Inside, you were having a slight breakdown. You had never seen him without at least something on his upper body (and lower!) before and well... you had to admit that you liked what you saw. What are you thinking?! No! This is Charlie! He's only your friend... so don't think about stuff like that! You could feel your face heat up and were really happy Charlie had his back to you. Thinking of Charlie, you noticed that he was sitting extremely stiff, especially when you touched him. Was he embarrassed?