The Bucket List (A Charlie Weasley Romance)

Of Bucketlists and Brownies

Allison and I watched from across the Great Hall as Michael Ross laughed with Peter and Charlie. Matt was drooling, half asleep on the bench.

"I can't believe this year has gone by so fast." I murmured.

"I know; I didn't even get a boyfriend." she said poutily.

We laughed together.

"Gosh, I hate change. Haven't even packed yet." I huffed.

"You wouldn't mind if your bust and hips filled out, now would you?" she pointed out. I rolled my eyes.

"We need a bucket list for seventh year. Make a list, that both of us have to do." she said thoughtfully.

"Like what? Eat a flobberworm?" I asked, eating five grapes.

"Ew." she scrunched her face up. "Like...get a boyfriend. A steady one."

Gosh, is that all she cares about?

"Or we could play a bunch of drinking games and sneak into Gryffie parties." I threw out.

"Oh, come on! The last guy you had feelings for was, what, two Septembers ago? And he was dating Brianna."

My eyes darted over to Brianna. Her light red curly hair shook as she laughed at something her friend had said. I couldn't see her face, but knew what was there. A perfect, pale complexion splashed with freckles. And green eyes. (Somehow I've convinced myself and Allison that they turned that color when she saw me on the Hogwarts Express. Been that way ever since.)

"And she's so curvy! Gosh, what I would give to be her!"

I rolled my eyes and glanced down the table at Keifer Jones. His dark hair fell past his ears, and into his face. His gray eyes were laughing with mirth. Gosh, I've loved him forever. Since before he dated Brianna.

Like I'd tell Allison that. Her first question would be how do I know I'm in love. Well, I've got a list.

1. I smile and get butterflies when thinking of him.

2. I had a dream once that we snogged and got married.

And really, that's all the proof I need. I mean, it's not true love. It's more like puppy love. As in, I'll follow you off a cliff love.

"Whatever. Come help me pack," I said, getting up and walking down the hall.

•••••

"You have to swear to write me! The both of you! Delphine never does," Nymphadora Tonks said from the other end of the dorm room.

"I'll be in Russia!" Allison protested. "But, I suppose I'll find a way."

"I'll be dead." I said gravely, cramming my socks into my trunk.

I heard a fatal cracking sound. I checked my pocket; not my wand, all is good.

"You've spent too much time stalking Keifer Jones." Dora said from across the room.

"Have not! And I'm going to be forced to go camping."

"She assumes," Allison said, sitting on her neatly packed trunk.

"Hale!" Dora addressed me, flinging a pair of lacy knickers in my direction. Must've been under her bed.

"Thanks, Tonks."

"So you're going camping? With whom?" Tonks asked.

"Allison!" I begged. She immediately started explaining my predicament. Tonkin laughed. Bloody cow.