Nifflers, Quidditch and Broom Closets - Charlie Weasley x Slytherin!MC
Ship: Charlie Weasley x Slytherin!MC + Platonic!Charlie Weasley x Barnaby Lee
Summary: Y/N, Charlie and Barnaby are a power trio in Hogwarts, especially when it comes to magical creatures. But Charlie has a very bad crush on Y/N, and it can cause quite some problems.
Requested: Yes - “Could you write some Charlie and slytherin girl romance? 💞” and “Hi! Could you write Barnaby and Charlie becoming friends in Care of Magical Creatures?”
Y/N was probably the messiest Slytherin you could ever meet, the most cunning of troublemakers, maybe the strangest person in her year. But that was mostly because of the Vaults.
She also had a mad passion for magical creatures - probably Charlie and Barnaby were rubbing off on her -, and, as far as most of the boys said, she had a knack for being stunning even when she didn’t mean it.
But she thought they would have stopped seeing her like that if they knew what she’d done now.
“I want to show you guys a thing, follow me - and no, it’s not about dragons, Charlie” Y/N said, dragging both the young Weasley and Barnaby by the wrist, one of them on each side of her. They shared a look - what mess had she made this time?
She released them once they were outside - no one was around, students and professors were in class at the moment, where they should have also been. She’d only been able to stop them by running like a fool for the whole castle looking for them, and dragging them outside, to their disapproval and disbelief. But this was the only time she could have done it, it was way less risky than just sneaking out at night.
“Are you coming or not?”
Charlie and Barnaby exchanged another look, then the redhead shrugged and moved a few steps towards their leader. Barnaby did the same soon after.
“Are we going in the Forbidden Forest?” the Slytherin boy asked as he saw where she was bringing them.
“Yes, we are, and trust me Barnaby, you’re going to love it”.
After a brief but tiring jog through the woods, the trio reached a small clearing surrounded by tall trees. Asleep, a little bit of what seemed like blood on its small body, there lay a Niffler, its head moving slightly and its snout scratching the soft ground.
“Where does that come from?” Barnaby asked. He was as enthusiastic as Y/N had ever seen.
“I found it” Y/N stated, “It was injured. I took care of it as much as I could and then I put it to sleep. Don’t ask how I did that, it wasn’t very pleasant, but it’s going to stay still for about a couple of days, I guess. Which is fine for us, once it wakes we have to be ready to give it all it needs, and those things need time to fetch”.
“You want us to take care of a Niffler?” Charlie asked. He couldn’t believe her words.
“Of course”; the way she said that, so matter-of-factly, as the answer to a silly question, and the way she then moved to knee next to the small creature and checked its injures… How much beauty was legal for a person to possess?
He couldn’t help but stay still, dumbfounded. But Barnaby didn’t hesitate one second - he soon knelt next to Y/N, and softly discussed the creature’s needs with her, as she gave him a task.
“Are you joining in, then?” she asked, turning towards him and smirking at his expression.
He shook himself, then nodded frantically, gulping.
Exams, Quidditch, his crush, and now… a Niffler to take care of. Charlie’s head was about to explode.
When the creature woke up, he was alone with Y/N. Barnaby was off serving some detention for some trouble Merula probably got him in… he was trying his best to stay away from her, but it always ended in some hexing and eventually detention. He used to talk about it sometimes, during their ‘bonding moments’ in Care of Magical Creatures.
The Niffler woke up slowly, calmly, in the early morning two days later. It was indeed very cute - Barnaby would have probably hugged it if he’d been there. But the first thing it did was sniff them for coins and look out for shiny things, and that wasn’t exactly cute, but sure worth a laugh.
And now it was the day of the big match, Slytherin versus Gryffindor. He’d been looking forward to it, but for some reason forgot - or never knew - that Y/N was in the Slytherin team, and a Seeker.
He couldn’t keep his eyes off her. She was beautiful. Stunning. Breathtaking. Not a thousand words were enough to describe her, as she flew around the pitch, but in admiring her, Charlie forgot his own tasks and earned a couple of glares of the captain’s because of it. Could he care less though? No. He definitely couldn’t.
Slytherin won. Both because she was amazing, and because he - and probably someone else too - was too enraptured in her figure to even care about scoring points.
Soon after the game, as he saw her leave the Slytherin changing rooms, he approached her.
“Uhm, Y/N… can I talk to you one second?”
She looked at him, stopping in her tracks.
“I’m really really sorry, Charlie, I have to see Bill, it’s very important. You tell me tomorrow, alright?”
And with that she ran off.
Bill. Of course.
Was he paying more attention to that all of a sudden, or were Bill and Y/N spending a lot of time together now? Charlie almost always saw them together. In the library, sometimes in the Great Hall or by the Black Lake. One morning, a little while after Christmas, he even saw Y/N walk in the Hall for breakfast with a Weasley sweater on, his older brother’s.
And she wore it for the whole winter.
He’d lost her, hadn’t he? That was what he kept repeating to himself and to others, annoying them out of their minds.
“Why my brother? What does he have that I don’t?” Charlie one day asked Barnaby, during Care of Magical Creatures.
“What is this about, Charlie?” Barnaby’s expression was the most confused he’d ever mustered.
“Y/N! She’s always with Bill, she’s always wearing Bill’s sweater, and she’s always talking about how she did this with him, and that with him, and everything with him, has she done him already?”
Barnaby scrunched his nose - Charlie could only sigh.
“Sorry Barnaby, you’re always such a good friend but… you’re really not helping right now”.
“Hello, Barnaby! Charlie!” Y/N called out for them, running towards the pair. Her smile faltered when she saw the Slytherin’s confused expression and Charlie’s angered, disappointed one.
“Is everything alright with you two?”
Barnaby spoke up almost instantly: “Charlie was talking about how-”
“How the Niffler is doing” the Weasley cut off, “It seems to be quite well now, doesn’t it? Maybe we should talk to Kettleburn about it once it’s fully recovered”.
“Well, I’m not going to tell him I secretly took care of a Niffler with my two best friends, we can tell him we found it near the Lake, and instantly brought it to him”.
Charlie absent-mindedly nodded. Best friends.
That was all he was to her, the stunning, sexy Slytherin girl everyone was pining after. Her best friend.
But no matter that, he still lost his mind whenever his House was playing against Slytherin, and got jealous whenever he saw her with Bill, or some other guy. He had to get over it, but how?
Y/N was in the library with Bill that day. It was a sunny afternoon, a beautiful day.
And right now, she needed a friend to talk to.
“Hey Bill” she called out, instantly catching his attention, “What’s going on with Charlie lately?”
Bill’s expression became thoughtful. “I can’t really tell. He’s always very grim, sometimes even angry, he’s not as cheerful as he used to be and he’s very spiteful towards me, I don’t understand why. Maybe you should talk to him, Y/N. You’re very close, he’d answer you”.
“I don’t know if he would… He’s been quite weird towards me too, and… can I tell you a secret, Bill?”
“Of course”.
“I… I think I like Charlie. Like, more than friends. More than best friends. More than everything. And he’s shutting me out now and it really hurts, it doesn’t feel like him, this is not the Charlie I know and not the one you know either, I want to get to the bottom of this because I really care for him, and not only because he’s my best friend”.
Bill smiled softly at her words.
“I understand perfectly. Don’t worry, I can help you. Unless you’re afraid of small spaces”.
Bill’s plan was probably the worst thing Y/N had ever agreed to. But if that meant she would get even with whatever was going on, then she was up for it.
He’d told her to stay in a broom closet, and he was going to get Charlie in. He would lock them there until they’d cleared everything out.
Terrible plan. But surely, it was going to work.
She frantically played with her tie as she heard footsteps outside the closet, and leaned in to hear what was being said.
“Uhm, Charlie, can you by any chance help me look for my Potions textbook? I think it ended up in that broom closet - don’t ask me how, I have no idea - but I can’t seem to find it”.
“You look for it yourself. I’m busy, Bill”.
“I recall there’s no Quidditch practice today and you’ve finished your classes. It’s going to be quick, come on. I really need to study!”
All of a sudden the door burst open and Charlie was shoved inside, and they were locked in.
“Y/N? What are you doing here?”
The young Weasley had a mixture between surprise and anger written on his face. Y/N smiled slightly.
“I miss you. I mean, I really really miss you. You’ve been avoiding me lately and I just… I don’t understand why, and…”
“And…?” he encouraged. He wanted to hear the whole thing, he was burning inside.
“I like you, alright? I really do. And all of this just hurt so much, you have no idea. I don’t care if you don’t feel the same, just… stop it, please”.
And there he was again. Completely dumbfounded.
He could see her blush, even in the dim light, as she nodded. And then it was a matter of seconds. He held her face with his hands and connected his lips with hers, and it was heaven.
And he was sure he was going to make it all up to her, in the best way possible.
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