It was almost magical- funny to use this word since you did live in the magical world all your life.
You grew up in a traditional wizarding family, strict parents and restraining rules. And sometimes you hated your parents for making you obeying orders like a sheep but it was until your fourth year that you finally started to speak up for yourself. That was also the same year you realized you had feelings for a specific Weasley boy.
The Weasleys were the kindest family you ever knew. Always positive and comfortable to be around. You simply enjoyed their company. Arthur was always keen on creating jokes, whose talent Fred and George must have inherited, meanwhile Molly was more restraining when it came to jokes and fun yet you could always see that hidden smile under her chubby cheeks.
You knew Bill, Fred, George, Ron, Ginny and even Percy but Charlie- Charles Weasley was the one that seemed to interest you the most.
You knew Charlie Weasley since every ball your family organised. There were always Mr. and Mrs. Weasley coming to them alone, then soon when you turned seven you met their oldest, William and later when you turned nine you met Charlie.
He was a fun person to be around. The two of you would sneak into the woods, not too far away and just sit and talk, sometimes even wander off too far.
But you were nine back then. Feelings and love were foreign to you.
Through Hogwarts years the two of you only talked on occasions. Mostly parties, sometimes when the two of you bumped into each other. It never even came into your mind until that one spring day...
You were walking on the path where young blooming daisies seemed to grow. Nobody wanted to come with you on this walk but you felt this sudden urge to just go out on the sun and breathe some fresh air. You loved sunny spring days after long dark winter ones.
"(y/n)?" someone shouted from your right and your shot your head to him, beaming as you saw him there, sitting under the tree with his vibrant red hair illuminating their colour.
"Charlie?" you turned your way to him and stopped in front of him. "What are you doing out here all alone?"
"I could ask you the same thing?" he smiled and scooched over for you.
You didn't sit next to him, rather in front of him so the two of you could look at each other's eyes when you speak. Your mother always taught you that.
"I just needed stress relief from all the work. You?" you asked and he smiled.
"I just love the sunny spring days... after those long winter ones." he laid on his back and closed his eyes. "To just lay down under a fancy tree, close your tired eyes and feel the sun burn your cheeks."
You smiled to yourself and laid beside him, turning your head to look at him as he sun-tanned. His eyes were closed, his lashes longer than yours, his freckles staining his skin.
"Go on." he smiled even wider, his eyes still closed.
"Go on with what?" you asked and he finally turned his head to you, opened his brown eyes, which in the sun turned into a pleasing colour of hazel.
"Stop staring at me and close your eyes. Enjoy the sun."
You laughed and turned your head straight, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath in. After a while, when you could feel the sun burning your cheeks, you said. "I wasn't staring." you opened your eyes slightly to eye him from the corner.
"Mhm." he grinned. "Merely observed." he teased and you laughed once again.
"Just shut up and sleep."
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Charlie Weasley Imagines
FanfictionAll of these are my original works except the characters that belong to J. K. Rowling of her amazing Harry Potter series. Follow me on Tumblr @futurewriter2000, the original writings have been published there first and I had been writing them since...