𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒

Best Friend | Charlie Weasley

Charlie and I have been friends ever since we met on the Hogwarts Express in our first year. I still remember the day as if it were yesterday.

I was walking through the train, dragging my truck behind me and brushing back my H/c hair impatiently as I searched for a free compartment. I was nearing the end of the long steam engine, loosing hope, when I spotted an almost empty compartment. I slid the door open, putting on a confident smile, addressing the boy sitting by the window.
"Hi," I said, causing the boy to look up, "Would you mind if I sat here? All the other compartments are full."
"Oh, please, be my guest." He grinned, running his fingers through his flaming red hair, biting his lip slightly.
"I'm Y/n, by the way, Y/n L/n."
"Charlie, Charlie Weasley." He responded, meeting my eyes with his.
His eyes were a calming caramel colour and there were a few small freckles on his nose and cheeks. I smiled kindly at him, lowering my eyes to the book in his lap.
"Whatcha readin'?" I asked, cocking my head a little.
"Oh, it's a book about dragons, Horntails, Welsh Greens, Sweedish Shortsnouts. I wanna be a Dragonolist when I grow up."
"Oh wow," I said, impressed, smiling again and moving to my bag.
He lowered his eyes back to his book as I pulled out mine, making myself comfortable in my seat as we both sat in silence, reading.

"Would you mind passing the salt, Y/n dear?" The voice of Mrs. Weasley interrupted my thoughts.
I looked up, reaching for the salt and handing it to her.
I just listened in to the conversations, laughing at the jokes Fred and George made and listened to Bill's conversation with Charlie about ancient codes.

After dinner, the twins, Bill, Percy and Ron went to their rooms to get ready for bed, while Charlie and I helped Mrs. Weasley tidy up the plates. I was just finishing wiping off the table, when I saw the red-headed woman yawn. I smiled.
"Go to bed, Mrs. Weasley, Charlie and I will do the rest."
"Are you sure, dear, I can really-,"
"Really, it's been a long day, get some rest. I think it wont hurt if you take a break at least once."
She smiled kindly, "Alright, dear, take care and go to sleep soon too, okay?"
"Yes mum, I'll make sure Y/n/n get to bed safely." Charlie chuckled.

Mrs. Weasley headed off to bed, up the winding stairs and into her bedroom, closing the door with a soft thud. I washed the dishes quickly, eyes itching with tiredness as my movement got slower and slower. Suddenly, my back met a familiar chest and large hands grasped mine, basically doing the chore for me.
"Charlie wha-,"
"Shh, Y/n/n, it's okay, I'm just gonna..." He slowly removed my hands from the plate, setting it aside as my eyes drooped closed. He picked me up bridal-style and carried me up the stairs.

I sunk into the mattress as soon as he placed me on a bed. I shifted a little, getting the familiar, calming whiff of fire-whiskey, wood and strong cologne. My tired mind was too fuzzy to comprehend just where I was as I my mind was pulled into an even sleep.

...

The next morning, I awoke from bright sun rays shining through a crack in the curtains and the sound of a shower being turned off. i rubbed the sleep out of my eyes, hoisting myself up on my elbows and looking around the room. It was decorated with pictures of his friends, his quidditch training and a lot of pictures and selfies we took over the years. The space above his desk was full of posters and sketches of dragons he had seen when he visited different places as well as pictures he had copied from books. Just as I was looking at the picture of us he had on his nightstand, he came through the door of the bathroom, entering his room.
"'Oh, Y/n, you're awake." He said, smiling at me.
"Yeah, just woke..." My eyes traveled over his body as I looked up. His hair was ruffled and a little wet, a towel over his shoulders, his chest was free and he was only wearing a pair of grey sweatpants. "...up."
He smirked at me, taking the towel from his shoulders and placing it on the bed. Fully aware that i was watching him, he walked to his wardrobe, pulling our a plain white shirt. He flexed his muscles as he pulled it over his head, turning to face me again once he was dressed.
I felt my cheeks heat up as a pink blush formed on my cheeks. I could still see his toned chest through the thin white fabric.
"Like what you see?" He chuckled, walking around the bed and sitting next to me.
"Mhm." I hummed, a small smirk growing on my lips.
He grinned at me, meeting my eyes. He held eye contact, his caramel eyes meeting my E/c ones. Slowly, he leaned forwards, stopping when his lips were only inches away from mine.
"You've got something there." He whispered, swiping his thumb over my lip, leaving me blushing crimson.
He grinned his sexy grin, making me even more flustered.
"You're cute when you're flustered."
I rolled my eyes, not being able to contain myself.
"And there's the Y/n I know," He chuckled, still only mere inches away from my lips.
"Shut up and kiss me already." I said, smacking his shoulder lightly.
"Your wish is my command." And with that he crashed his lips onto mine, wrapping us in a soft, passionate kiss.

We didn't pull away for as long as possible, not wanting it to end, but eventually my aching lungs ade themselves known and I was forced to pull away. I giggled, raising my hand and letting my fingers wonder of his cheekbone and jawline.
"That wasn't hard, was it?" He asked cheekily.
"You're an idiot."
"But I'm your idiot."

My first Charlie Weasley one shot, please let me know if you liked it in the comments. Check out my other stories and vote and follow for more updates!!
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- moony (j.)