Harry Potter imagines//preferences

Charlie Weasley - My prince

After the first task of the Triwizard Tournament, you and Charlie were resting against a tree. Don't get me wrong, you loved dragons and all, but it was quite tiring. "That. Was. Amazing." Charlie said smiling. He was right. The task had been awesome. Harry really did a great job. "I know. I really thought that Horntail would be the end of Harry." Charlie laughed. "Defeated You-Know-Who, but couldn't beat a sweet, little dragon." "You know Charles, most people don't see them as sweet or little." "Yeah, but... They're so misunderstood." You rested your head on Charlie's shoulder. "I know, babe. Cedric did a good job too. Transfigurating that stone into a dog. Really smart. He's quite handsome, too. Isn't he?" "How am I supposed to know? I don't know." Charlie said. "More handsome than me?" He added softly. You started laughing and he looked at you, confused. "Oh honey, no." You said when you were done laughing. "No, he is definitely not more handsome than you. He's just a boy. Besides, you're my boyfriend. I'm supposed to think you're the most handsome." "That's a relieve." He said laughing. "No, I truly believe you are the most handsome guy in the world. You're my prince on the white dragon." You said and you kissed his forehead. "I love you, dragon nerd." "I love you too, princess."