Dragons ♦️ Charlie Weasley Fanfiction

« Chapter Eight - I'm Gonna Miss You »

Edited: 25/12/19

When Mrs Weasley woke us the following morning I groaned, unable to drag my barely conscious body out of bed.

I quickly changed into some normal clothes and made sure I had everything in my trunk, Rontu jumping from my bed onto my shoulder to perch. It took all my strength not to topple over, it's all fun and games until you fall flat on your face in front of Professor Snape... don't ask.

I pattered down the stairs, filling Rontu and Netiri's bowls before taking my place in between George and Bill, opposite Charlie, who flashed me a blinding smile. It's too early in the morning for this, I thought to myself as I downed an entire cup of coffee in one go.

"How're you two coping with the whole 'sharing a dorm' thing," Fred questioned me and Percy and Percy immediately scowled as I smiled innocently, batting my eyelashes as I lent my chin on my palm.

"Don't look at me like that," he grumbled "You're going to have way too much fun bugging me this year,"

"You love me really, Perce, no point in denying it," I flashed him another smile before resuming my eating with a smirk as he rolled his eyes.

"NEWTs this year? How are you feeling," Charlie smirked and I shrugged.

"I'll probably have a breakdown later but right now, I'm excited, NEWT level Care of Magical Creatures is meant to be the best," I smiled and he chuckled.

"It is," he agreed and we settled into a comfortable silence, occasionally talking about our favourite creatures or anything else that came to our minds before it was time to leave.

My heart sank slightly as we stepped onto Platform 9 and 3/4, I may love Hogwarts but I'll miss Charlie and Bill.

"C'mere," Bill chuckled when he noticed my dampened mood, hugging me tightly before slapping me on the back, towards Charlie who had his arms open expectantly, making me chuckle.

I wrapped my arms around his waist as he held me tightly, my head against his chest as he squeezed the life out of me. He smelt like sandalwood and It filled me with a warm feeling.

"I'll miss your ugly mug," I teased as we pulled away.

"Don't worry, I'll make sure to owl you so you don't forget about my ugly mug," he chuckled.

"How could I? It's indented in my brain now," I teased once more before following behind Fred and George towards the train, giving a small wave goodbye.

We arrived at an empty compartment and flopped down.

"So, you're in love with our brother?" Fred teased bluntly as George smirked, making my jaw drop.

"I'm not in love with your brother!"

"Uh huh, sure," George spoke sarcastically.

I'm not in love with Charlie! I mean sure he has an amazing personality, and sure he makes me giddy every time he talks about being a Dragonologist because his eyes sparkle and sure he's hot and his hair looks fluffy and makes me wanna run my fingers through it and his smile is so bright that it gives me butterflies but that doesn't mean I'm-

Oh

Oh

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Shit.