Imagines [Book Three]

Harry Potter [Charlie X Reader]

Imagine Charlie taking you to his family's home for hols.

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When Charlie had told you exactly how many Weasley's stayed under one roof during hols, you decided to rent a room in muggle London closest to the Leaky Cauldron. And wanting to let his brothers, sister, and their spouses to have as much room as possible, Charlie decided to stay with you.

You had been fretting for the passed hour to decide on what outfit to wear while Charlie flicked on and off every light switch he could find, he still marveling at what muggles were capable of.

"I don't know why you're so amused by electricity," you huff, walking around in nothing but one of his shirts and underwear. "One of the bars we floo to is in a muggle village that I'm pretty sure you chased me through when I got drunk and unruly. You've played with electricity before, Weasley."

"Those were some good times," he muses, momentarily distracted by your drunken shenanigans. Laughing, you chuck a balled up t-shirt at him. He catches it and plops down on the bed, laying down and tucking one hand behind his head while crossing his ankles down by the bottom of the bed. "Will you just choose something already? We need to leave in the next thirty minutes."

"Shut up, Weasley! I need to look like a decent witch. I can't look sloppy or like I'm trying too hard." Charlie rolls his eyes before standing back up, he walking over to your suitcase and rummaging through it. You squawk as he tosses pieces of your clothing carelessly over his shoulder, and then frown at what he's chosen. "Seriously? You want me to wear that?"

"I told you earlier jeans and a jumper would do just fine. Not a single Weasley or Potter witch will be in a dress, skirt, or wizarding robes."

"I thought you were joking," you say, snatching your clothes from his hand. Charlie grins down at you before hugging you gently to his chest, you resting your forehead against his sternum. "You sure I'm going to be welcomed? I don't want to intrude."

"Trust me. Mum's going to be ecstatic. She's always nagging me about not settling down and now-"

"Now you've got yourself a witch who works at the same dangerous dragon Preserve she loathes. Your mum's going to hate me."

Charlie chuckles. "She's not." Pushing you lightly back, he then nudges you towards the bathroom and swats your bottom. "Now get dressed. We need to leave within in the next ten minutes."

"Prat."

"Love you too, witch."

You wink at him from just inside the bathroom, swinging the door shut with a laugh.

- X -

Landing outside the Burrow, you stare up in awe at Charlie's childhood home. He had warned you that house was only standing because of all the magic put into it, but it hadn't truly prepared you for seeing it in person. He was nervous about what you would think, and still is apparently given his head is ducked and he keeps fidgeting, but you think the Burrow is absolutely lovely and looks very welcoming with the smoke billowing from it's chimney.

"Will you stop being a knob and get us inside? It's cold out."

"Oi!" Charlie huffs, and then snorts as you reach out to grab his hand. Smiling, you squeeze his hand in a reassuring manner and he seems to relax at the gesture. Sighing, he asks, "Ready then?"

"As I'll ever be."

Charlie grins as he leads you through the back yard gate that's knee-high, he chuckling as he sees who appears to be the Weasley matriarch bustling about through the kitchen window. You smile at the red headed woman who's swishing her wand to and fro, cooking utensils stirring and flipping all on their own. On the back door step, you and Charlie knock your boots free of snow, and Charlie enters with an exuberant shout for his mother.