BLUDGER
NOTE: Pure Fluff
Background song: I Dare You - The Regrettes
Y/N - Your name
Y/F/N - Your full name
Y/L/N - Your last name
The first time you met Charlie Weasley was a Bludger heading straight towards you.
It was Gryffindor vs. Slytherin, and Charlie Weasley was swerving maniacally on the field, catching the Golden Snitch. He went up and down, left and right, looking like a Peruvian Vipertooth as he rode his broom. You yelled at the top of your lungs as the Gryffindor cheered for their Quidditch team. Without even knowing it, the Slytherin team captain got annoyed and battered one of the Bludgers towards your bench.
Everything went in slow motion as the rogue ball was aiming your pale face and without thought, Charlie Weasley suddenly came out of nowhere, knocking the Bludger with his body before it hit you. The crowd gasped as the Gryffindor Seeker went down from the blow. Luckily, he recovered and immediately caught the Golden Snitch just in time.
The people roared as Charlie finally ended the game while you stared at the man who saved you.
And yet here you are again, a Bludger going straight at you, just like before. But this time, Charlie wasn’t there to save you.
“LOOK OUT!”
What the…?
Unfortunately, your brain didn’t process the warning as the Bludger hit your head and made you unconscious. You opened your eyes as two redheaded boys looked at you with concern. Confused at this point, you looked at the freckled teens that cause your head dizzy.
Were you in Hogwarts again? Did the Bludger actually hit you at the Quidditch pitch? And was Charles Weasley a twin all this time?
You looked at them back and forth, surprised and the only thing that you mutter was:
“Weasley?”
“Yes?” They responded at the same time to your surprise. I thought I gave Professor Mcgonagall the Time Turner before I graduate, you thought.
Just then, another redhead came down from his broom and darted towards the commotion.
He was totally different from the boys hovering over you. This one was toned and tanned unlike them. His freckles were more prominent and against his sand-covered shirt, you can see his muscled arms, like his upper body would tear his shirt to pieces if he moved too much. He had his fiery red hair long and caught by the wind, dancing with the heat of the desert.
You couldn’t help but notice your face getting hotter and hotter. The Bludger must’ve hit you very hard that you were overheating, you thought.
Oh, shit. THIS is him.
“Are you okay?... Bludger girl?” He knelt beside you and smiled. You didn’t notice before but when he smiled, his lips curved upwards showing a dimple.
“Seeker boy?” you blurted out.
“Y/F/N, it’s been years!” Charlie exclaimed.
“Charlie Weasley, how’s it been?” you asked nonchalantly. You tried to get up from your position coolly, like a Bludger didn’t almost killed you back there.
“Easy now, Y/N!” He held you back with his strong arms and reached towards your face. Your heart suddenly backflipped the moment he touched your head. Sweat was dripping down his face from the heat, making him look like a polished bronze statue in the Egyptian sun.
So, this is why all the girls swoon over him, you thought.
“You’re bleeding, miss.” A twin interrupted my daze.
“I’m fine!” you replied, unconcerned. You tried to be calm and collected but as Charlie slowly remove his callous hand off your flushed face, you realized what the boy was talking about.
You just saw the tiny scarlet spot on Charlie Weasley’s hand immediately fainted.
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The moment you gained consciousness again, you found yourself surrounded by redheads. The buzzing sound in your head gradually died down and replaced with murmurs.
“She fainted over a little blood?”
“Yeah, got struck with a Bludger by Georgie here.”
“It was your fault, Fred.”
“Professor Mcgonagall will hear about this, you two!”
“Shut it, Percy!”
“She’s really pretty, Charlie.”
“I know.”
As you slowly focused your eyes, you realized that you weren’t in the desert anymore. Somehow in your fuzzy state of mind, you notice that you were in a small room with three single beds. A small lamp was shining dimly on a bedside table. You focused more and noticed Charlie, the twins who you previously met, and three new strangers.
The newcomers look exactly the same as your former classmate, with bright red hair and freckled skin. There were two boys, one wearing glasses and a Head Boy badge and the other one was holding a rat. Beside you was a girl, no more than twelve, sitting with bandages and a bowl of warm water. Surprisingly, Charlie was sitting at the foot of the bed, holding a damp rag. Was it just you but was Charles Weasley blushing?
“Where…?” I began to murmur.
“Hey, she’s awake!” the girl exclaimed.
“Mum!” the twins shouted for their mother.
Instantly, a short and plump woman came rushing with a tray filled with medicine. She had kind-looking eyes and a gentle smile. She was wearing an orange floral dress underneath her flour-covered apron.
She must be their mother.
“Move it, you lot!” She spoked to her children. “This Pepperup potion won’t drink itself, you know.”
She approached you on the bed sweetly. You were surprised by how comfortable you were around Mrs. Weasley.
“Hello dear, I’m terribly sorry about what happened.” She said apologetically. “Fred! George! What do you say to Y/N over here?” She snapped a look to her boys which caused them to flinch a little.
“We’re sorry, miss!” the twins apologized.
“It’s alright, Mrs. Weasley.” You said while you propped yourself on the headboard.
“Here you go, before you overheat again.” She held the Pepperup on a glass and you kindly took the medicine.
“I had a fever?” You never thought that being bludgeon would cause you to get one.
“Oh yes, the twins told me that your face was red when they saw you.” She explained.
You choked on the potion causing you to spill a little bit.
“Mum, I don’t think it was the blow that made her red.” The boy with the rat commented. He was right, you thought. Mrs. Weasley shrugged the comment and proceed to tidy up.
“Now, rest yourself and join us for supper.” She said, getting up.
“Oh, don’t bother. I’m absolutely fi-.”
“It’s no trouble at all, dear! After all the mess, you need to eat.”
Mrs. Weasley was so welcoming and kind that you couldn’t say no to her again. You nodded to her, accepting the invitation. The rest of the Weasley children were already getting up from where they were and heading out towards the door. All except Charlie.
“Hey.” He finally spoke.
“Hey…”
“I’m really sorry about what my brothers did to your head, Y/N.” Charlie sat on the foot of the bed again. You realized that he changed his clothes and was wearing a grey sweater with the letter C embroidered at the center. “I guess I couldn’t save you like last time.”
Your heart stopped. He remembered?
He ruffled his fiery red hair embarrassingly.
Wait, embarrassingly? Charles Weasley does NOT get embarrassed, you thought.
“Sorry, about that too.” You said nonchalantly, trying so hard from him not to notice your heart fluttering.
He moved closer to you now, only centimeters apart.
Oh shit. He is getting closer and closer.
“It was all worth it.” he said in a low voice. Damn, that voice. “Let me see that wound, Y/N.”
You obeyed and leaned in closer to Charlie. He gently touched your head where the wound was. His touch felt like electricity against your cold skin, making you weak. He slid his fingertips to your cheek, sending shivers down your spine. He leaned more and more, you can finally taste him at this distance.
“Charlie! Mum, said supper is ready!” The young girl shouted as she bolted into the room.
Completely stunned, you and Charlie just froze in place while awkwardly looking at the young girl. She apparently didn’t know what to do as well, as she stood still.
“Ginny.” Charlie finally spoke. His sister finally moved and nodded to his brother. Ginny slowly closed the door, still keeping eye contact. Outside the room, we can hear her giggles.
Charlie sighed in embarrassment, shaking his head.
“I’m really sorry about my family, Y/N.”
“They’re actually quite nice. Let’s go and have supper, Charlie.” You replied. He nodded and assisted you getting up. The sudden change of position gave you vertigo and fell. Luckily, Charlie was there to catch you, his muscled arms tense at the sudden closeness.
You immediately stood up straight and rushed towards the doors, trying to hide your face turning bright red.
The house they were staying two floors, and as you go down the staircase and towards the kitchen, you were welcomed by a ruckus of the bright-colored family.
A man you recognized welcomed you to the dining area.
“So, this is what you were hiding from me, eh, Charles?” He said flirtatiously. He had long hair tied in a rugged low ponytail, and one of his ears was pierced and had a dragon tooth dangling on it. He was wearing a Weird Sisters shirt. He looked like he could fight evil and play the drums at the same time without any difficulty.
“Y/N, this is my older brother, Bill!” Charlie introduced him. You remembered then that he was the Head Boy at Hogwarts. A lot has changed after you all graduated from school.
“Pleasure, my dear.” Bill quickly took your hand and kissed its back. Still flirty as usual, you remembered. “Although, I’ve heard about you, Y/F/N, already for years! Charlie here has been fawning over you since you were first years.”
“Shut it, William!”
You proceeded to sit on the long wooden dining table filled with food galore. The place was filled with energy. The twins, Fred and George, and the boy who had a pet rat, Ron, were playing with a piece of paper, jotting down every offense and defense for Quidditch tactics. The spectacled boy Percy, who you now know was the current Head Boy of Hogwarts, was tutoring his little sister, Ginny, with DADA. You sat between Bill and Charlie. Bill started to talk about his job as a curse-breaker for Gringotts. You chatted about trivial things when someone interjected.
“So, Ms. Y/L/N, what are you doing in this neck of the woods?” The man at the center, which you realized was Mr. Weasley, asked.
“Oh, I am working as a magizoologist for the Scamanders and was assigned here for a week. After that, I’ll be heading to Romania to study dragons.”
“Hear that, Charlie? Y/N’s studying dragons just like you!” Ron exclaimed.
“That’s a surprise, Y/N! Charles, here, is going to Romania as well after this.” Mrs. Weasley added.
“Bet you ten galleons, George; he’d cut his vacation short for her.” Fred whispered to his twin.
“Make it twenty and you got a deal!” George replied
“Idiots…” Charlie sighed. You laughed at the thought of the twins’ bet.
You and the Weasley family go on about dinner. Laughter and smiles filled the quaint place they were living. You and Charlie excused yourself after dinner and walked through the busy streets of Egypt.
The village was filled with magical lanterns and glowing gems on every corner. There were Egyptian runes above the doorways, which you found were for safety. The hot sunny desert morning was now far gone as the night was enveloped with a windy and chilly breeze. You walked through the quaint streets with Charlie.
“Magizoologist, huh?” Charlie then interrupted the quiet stroll. “I never thought you’d fancy magical creatures, Y/N.”
“Why’s that, Charlie Weasley?” You asked him, curious.
“Well, you were scared of a Runespoor Professor Kettleburn brought to our class!”
“Oh! So, you’re telling me, a massive three-headed snake with fangs isn’t scary, Charles?” I exclaimed. We burst into laughter in the cold and slightly busy streets of Egypt.
A sudden wind burst through you, making you feel dizzy, and made you lean on the brick wall beside you. Charlie noticed your lightheadedness and supported your weight, holding you by the waist. The touch felt electric, making your face felt hot.
“Does it still hurt? Your head?” Charlie asked, looking into your eyes with concern. His brown eyes were soft and warm, like honey in the warm afternoon sun. You felt your breath falter in and out and your heart started beating so loud like a drum.
“A little bit.” You stammered.
“Here, let me fix that.” He looked at your forehead and fixed the bandaged Mrs. Weasley made. He delicately placed the gauze onto your wound.
You’ve never looked at Charles Weasley this close before. The closest thing was because of the Bludger that almost hit you. You’ve never actually thanked him for saving you. You were too scared to enter the groupie-filled infirmary that you just stood in the entrance of the hospital. The idea didn’t leave your mind and now, you can actually tell him… maybe even more.
Thank you for saving me, Charlie!
Thanks, man, for before!
I’d be dead if it not for you, young fellow!
C’mon Y/N, make audible sentences already.
Weasley, I think I like you.
Fun fact, I’ve had a crush on you for years!
I’m in love with you, Charlie.
“I got a large forehead.” Stupid. You instantly blurted and yet, he didn’t laugh or flinched about that.
He traced your flushed face with his callous hands that send shivers down your spine. He was getting closer by now. You tried to focus on his soft brown eyes but instinctively gazed down upon his lips, something that you’ve wanted for years.
“You’re beautiful, Y/N.” Charlie replied and suddenly, everything felt warm.
He was warm. His lips were warm as he placed them on yours. His hands were warm as he cupped your face, gentle enough not to cause pain to your forehead. His breathe warm as you engulfed every bit of him. But he was more than warmth; he was addicting. He tasted sweet like Sugar Quills. You placed your hands on his tousled ginger hair, wanting more.
“Finally, Charlie!” A voice erupted from the corner and jolted you to reality.
“Bill!” Charlie shouted.
“This took you forever!” Bill shouted back, smiling from ear to ear. You couldn’t help the redness from embarrassment spreading. “Mum wanted you and Y/N to get back. It’s already late, Casanova!”
“For the love of God, William, get out!”
“Sure thing! And Y/N, you’re doing fantastic!” Bill yelled, holding two thumbs up, while he turned around the corner.
“He’s not wrong, though.” Charlie looked at you again; his eyes were filled with adrenaline. “Y/F/N, I have wanted to kiss you for a very long time.”
“There’s no one stopping you to do it again.” You replied to him. Instinctively, you closed your eyes as Charlie closed the insignificant distance between you.
“Are you still kissing?!” Bill came back. Damn it.
“BILL!”
The Weasleys were already packed, ready to go back to the Burrow. All their suitcases were already near the fireplace, the container filled with Floo powder was in the hands of Mrs. Weasley. You looked at them and turned around to find your favorite Weasley. Charlie went down from the second floor with nothing, not even a purse for the travel. He surely packs light, you thought.
He suddenly approached his brother, George, holding something shiny. Was that a galleon? He gave the coin to the twin, sighing. Charlie then went beside you and faced his family.
“Mum, Dad, I think I’ll be staying here in Egypt.” He announced.
Suddenly the room was filled with mixed emotions. A harmony of groans and cheers echoed the walls.
“Ha! Knew it! Now, this belongs to me!” Fred snatched the galleon in George’s hand before he could say anything, cheering loudly. The twin kissed the gold coin affectionately.
“Ron, I think a bag of chocolate frogs will do.” Bill suddenly faced his younger brother, who groaned with misery.
Apparently, as unpredictable Charlie was, his family bet on both of you. You realized right then that they had the same bet as Fred and George’s. You laughed as you watched a bunch of redheads made a ruckus about you and Charlie’s so-called romance. You looked at the man you have fawned over for ages look incredulous at his family.
“What? Mum, Dad, you too?!” he exclaimed, bewildered. You saw Mrs. Weasley shoving something in her bustier that previously belonged to Mr. Weasley. This family really knows how to have fun, you thought.
“My boy, we already knew by supper!” Mr. Weasley patted his son’s back, boasting. “Although, I should’ve bet you’d announce at the last minute rather than before bedtime.”
“Honey, we raised you well enough to know what you like, and it is Y/N!” Mrs. Weasley said affectionately.
“Percy?” Charlie asked the smartest Weasley. Surely, Percy was rational enough not to bet on you two.
“Kind of logical for you to ran after her, brother!” Percy explained as-a-matter-fact. “Now, Ginerva, a week of chores would suffice.”
The confusion in the room was warm and affectionate. You cannot even fathom to get mad at them. Let them have this, you thought. They were happy.
“Excuse my family, Y/N.” Charlie apologized under his breath.
“Don’t worry! I already love them.”
They were already holding the Floo powder in their arms, ready to go.
“Y/N, take good care of our Charlie, okay?” Molly told you, smiling.
“I’ll do my best!”
With waves of goodbyes and a flash of bright silver light, they were gone. You turned to Charlie, waiting to start your adventure.
“Now, Y/N, where were we?”