Magical Match - Charlie Weasley x reader

III

You enter your dorm and fall on your bed. This was a crazy weekend and you honestly loved it. You heart is still bumping fast in your chest after Charlie's kiss, how can you possibly be calm ever again?! As you redo the scene in your head repeatedly, you think about the future. You never thought about meeting someone, especially not in Hogwarts, because you knew since you were a kid that you'd live your life for your career. Now that becoming a Magizoologist was closer than ever, becoming real in only a few years' time, you think about the possibilities you have. Wondering about love, you fall asleep, dream about a cottage near the sea, circled with dragons and other beasts, fed by a happy Charlie gardening, picking you up flowers and kissing your lips.

The next morning, you struggle to wake up, your dream was so intense you're sweating. You take a shower and prepare to get breakfast. On the way, you see a smirking Bill. He greets you warmly and without mentioning this weekend, he blinks and wishes you a beautiful day. Joining your friends in the Great Hall, Dumbledore makes an announcement.

"My dear students. The Christmas Ball is already in a few weeks and the teachers will need hands to help finish the preparations, please reach out to them and participate assembling this bewitching event" he pauses, "You all can enjoy your breakfast now".

He returns seating next to a pleased Flitwick and a cheerful Hagrid. The plate appears, and everyone start talking again.

Today, you have a long day: Arithmancy, Defense Against the Dark Arts and Herbology. You attend them all and learn a lot but instead of resting in your common room after class, you decide to visit Hagrid. You know he probably needs help preparing the upcoming event, and you need fresh air anyway.

You descend to his hut, next to the Forbidden Forrest. Inside, a bowl is warming up next to the fire, but no Hagrid. You step outside, walk around and find him in the castle's gardens.

"Good afternoon Hagrid, what are you doing here?" you ask, reaching him with difficulty with the incredible quantity of surrounding flowers.

"Oh (Y/N)! I'm glad to see you, yer here to help me?" his face illuminates and he welcomes you warmly. You nod and look at the flowers in the garden, you see thousands of silver roses, blooming on deep green bushes.

"What are these?" you ask, amazed. You had never seen such number of flowers in a same garden, their color reflecting the surroundings with a fairy, moonlight-ish sliver color.

"They're called Femme d'Argent, they're for the Ball" he contemplates them for a minute. "Dumbledore insisted on growing this flower variety. The day they're plain white roses. At night, they wear their silver dress and some even say they have soothing properties on wounds".

You immediately think about Charlie, his arm was still fairly painful. Maybe it'll help him get through faster... If only you could pick him one.

Hagrid hands you an empty bucket "Get me some warm water in my hut will ye?"

You stay helping for an hour, the work is tiresome and it's almost time for dinner. You ask the Key Keeper "Hagrid, how long do they live after being picked?"

"Long enough" he chuckles, "Let's go eat now, I know two who deserve some pie!". He thinks a minute and looks at you, "Take one before going if ye need so, it'll be our secret!"

You pick a freshly blossomed flower, not yet fully opened as if it was shy, soft and beautiful. You put it into your robe, against your heart, and the two of you come back to the school.

That night, you don't see Charlie, the next two days neither. Although you spent a few years at Hogwarts without meeting him, three days now seemed unbearable. You miss his smile, his passion, his warmth, his hands...

Care of Magical creatures' class finally happens and you're ecstatic. First, you'll finally see Nifflers for the first time and fantastic beasts always make you happy. Second, you're going to see Charlie, finally!

The morning before class, you get ready, take the flower and exit your dorm joyfully.

Arriving in class, you catch a glimpse of Charlie chatting with Professor Kettleburn. He writes a great deal of notes and scribbles, and you even see a drawing of a dragon. As you enter the room, he notices you and welcomes you in an effusive smile. In class, he seats next you and you two catch up during the whole course, barely listening to the lecture. During the practice class, you naturally pair up and do an excellent team working on beasts, causing you to win 20 points each.

You're really pleased working with Charlie and you suggest him to stay with you a little after class, enjoying every spare minute you spend with him.

"Hey! I was literally about to ask you that!" he chuckles

You slightly blush. You feel light and well with him, passionate and alive. You do not know him from so long but he is so incredibly special yet so humble and you can't help it, but fall for him. 

You see him struggling reaching a bottle on a shelf, you quickly figure it's because of his arm and you come help him.

"Are you okay Charlie?" you interrogate him, concerned

"Yeah... It'll pass, eventually" he rubs his painful muscle and finally reaches the bottle.

You think about the flower, maybe it can help him. You would do anything to assist but you just can't figure how to give it to him without sounding cheesy and too much. You decide to do it frankly, you are not the kind of overthinking things anyway and he will probably appreciate

"I have something for you", you take off the flower from you robe and hands the rose to him, "It is supposed to soothe wounds, I thought it might help"

You come closer and the rose turns into a pale shade of pink the first moment he touches it. When he holds it, the flower starts opening, turning slowly into a bright red.

You look at him, astonished and his face lights up. You were not expecting this. Maybe Hagrid did not catch very well the aim of this flower. You just remember these were meant for the Ball, perhaps Dumbledore chose to make all lovers a surprise. Strangely when you were with the Key Keeper, they were wondrous yet colorless.

"It's beautiful (Y/N)" he grins frankly. He seems to hesitate for a second, hugs you.

You feel his strong arms around you, he's warm and soft. As Charlie is taller than you, your face ends up in his necks and you're so close to him it feels like you are one. You lay your arms around him and put your hands on his back. You sense muscles, wool sweater and his skin against yours. During a minute which seemed to be seconds, you close your eyes and breathe in his delicate scent, filling your whole body with warmth. Your heart beats faster and you feel so whole it almost hurts.

At this very moment, you fall in love, simply and fully. Without a word, he made you feel things you never felt, experience another level of truth within yourself. He holds you tight and you wish to stay here for an eternity. You give him a shy but meaningful smile. He answers slowly kissing your head, you feel his warm breath, giving your back chills.

"Thank you again (Y/N)". As he says that, your hear someone coming and you two come back to normal. The room is filled with a soft light and the sun shines through his hair, irradiates his eyes, himself already brightening everything around.

You grin and look at him as he comes back to work. His face seems really humble, without an expression on it. You know that like you, he prioritizes his passion above everything else but you can't help but wonder if he likes you back. After all, you both were not the kind of falling for someone or expressing feelings, but deep down, you knew he was too special to let go.

"Let's meet tomorrow, outside the castle. I have a surprise for you!" he says, beaming.

You accept his invitation, pull your hair back and get back to work in a grin. 

***

Later that night, Charlie put the radiant red rose in a wooden box he had made and kept it his whole life.