@batlog : Teach me how to play with Charlie Weasley! Please!
So you know how you people think your requests never happen? Well @batlog requested this… years ago…. Yeah I suck
I figured I would make it a part two to her birthday gift
So I totally cheated with this one so I'll make it up to you with more gifts! (I suck ok! I know that.)
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You remind Charlie of a dragon. Most people would roll their eyes at him because in a way everything reminded him of dragons.
Ok, maybe it was a little true.
But you did remind him of a dragon.
From the moment he saw you across the room before he had seen your tattoo. Something about the way you flipped your red hair behind your shoulder while you talked. Or how you laughed, leaning in to listen to what your friend said before pulling back laughing.
The tattoo had really just been a way to connect with you. Sure it was an easy way to connect with you, after all, his brothers Fred and George would do silly tricks to get girls attention. So why wouldn’t dragon facts work? Play to his strengths. After all, you seemed to like dragons enough to get a tattoo of one.
Most girls might have shrugged him off but you seemed enamored by his facts. The way you learned in to listen to his every word. Catching him when he would slip up with some wizard lingo. You were fast, even while slightly drunk.
He couldn’t remember who had kissed first but he had you hadn’t fought it at all. The way the night progressed he was swept up by everything about you. He hadn’t felt this sort of thrill since leaving Egypt.
The way you kept hesitating, most people thought of Dragons as rash bold creatures but many of them were cautious. Keeping themselves locked away until they trusted someone. They took coxing and even when they had warmed up to you the smallest thing would make them retract.
Like the way you kept checking him as you lead him to your apartment. Giggling but your eyes kept studying him, your hand brushing his arms as if asking for permission to continue the night’s activities.
He kept finding himself falling into his dragon traps. Gently stroking your face and hand. Pressure points with such a gentle stroke that you barely felt it. As if reassuring you that he was safe, that he wouldn’t hurt you.
Yet even thought it was all the small things it wasn’t until that day he had found himself at your doorstep after a fight.
Charlie and a few others from the Order had gotten caught by some Death Eaters. He had been able to escape but barely.
He hadn’t even realized he had come to your apartment until you were opening the door.
You were so angry over his wounds he almost forgot how much everything hurt. The way you buzzed around him patching him up marveling (in heated anger) at how many different ways he had gotten hurt.
“Were you run over by a truck then light on fire!?!” you had snapped at him at one point.
He found it utterly adorable. Your face growing red as you rushed back to the kitchen for more Neosporin and clean rags.
At one point you had even growled at him. Like literally bared your teeth and growled.
To say he was in love was an understatement.
He was infatuated with you.
After that, it seemed as if he couldn’t keep his world away from you anymore. He couldn’t lie he couldn’t hide it.
Having a Death Eater come to your doorstep didn’t help.
At that point, he had tried to cut you out of his life. Tried to push you away. He had even tried to make you forget. But when he looked into those adorable eyes and that wide smile he couldn’t.
So he just told you everything.
Surprisingly you were pretty open to the idea. It probably had something to do with all your fantasy video games. Instead of disbelief, you painted him with questions until he promised to take you to see the amazing dragons he worked with.
Which was where you were now.
Charlie was behind you gently showing you how to hold your hand out for the Dragon before slowly reaching out to stroke it.
The way he gently whispered to the amazing creature was both stunning and a little frightening. The tone he took as he walked around the beast. The way he would gently run his fingers in circles around the dragon’s pressure points as he told you everything about her. His other love.
“See these spots?” he said taking your hand running it down the ribcage of the beautiful (yet very scary) creature, “Those are rare for her breed.” his eyes very leaving your hand as you gently mimicked his moments.
Then suddenly it hit you.
He did all the same things to you. All those whispers when the beast became uneasy and the gentle touches when she was unsure.., he would do those things to you when you got upset or unsure about something.
“See you need to just gain her trust, and if she get’s upset you just need to…”
“Yeah, did I say that already?”
You pulled away hands over your chest, “No, you do that to me when I’m mad! You use that voice and everything!”
“Uhhhh…” He paused, eyes wide, caught. “I…”
“Is that what I am to you? A dragon?”
“Yes, I mean NO… I mean you remind me of one but that’s a good thing!” he started but you were already pretty upset, also a little scared to get too mad. You didn’t really want a real true life dragon eating you.
“Well I’m human,” you told him before turning and walking back to your hotel. You understood that Charlie loved dragons but, but this was a little too much.
He came back to the room to find you playing video games curled up in your bed blanket.
“Hey,” he said gently sitting next to you, “Wanna teach me how to play?” he said glancing over at you.
“I don’t know, would a dragon do that.”
“It’s a little weird ok.”
“A dragon playing a video game, Yeah.” that earned him a small smile and a glance from your game. Giving a long sigh Charlie ran his fingers through his hair “it’s just… you’re the first person who I have felt this connection to, and… and I don’t know how else to communicate those feelings.”
“How about we play a round, and if I win I get to explain myself, and if you win you get to yell at me some more. I won’t even try to use my dragon voice to get out of it.”
You glanced at him, “You can’t beat me, I taught you everything I know.”
“I may have picked up a few things by myself.”
“Ok,” you said handing him a controller, “You’re on”
You both played a round and of course, you won which lead to you telling him how you felt. Shouting at times and even screaming at others. But he sat there and took it. Didn’t say anything, just let you yell at him. Once you were out of breath he held up the controllers again.
You won again and then told him more about how you were feeling and how hurt it made you that you saw him as just another project. This time it wasn’t as bad.
You sighed eyeing the controller, there was no way he was winning, ever, but something inside you decided to see what would happen. To you took the controller wordlessly and you both started the game again.
This time you may not have let him win but you may have made given him a little bit of a lead. Which he took with such pride that you couldn’t help but smile a little as he turned to you in triumph. His grin was so wide you couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow trying to fight back a smile of your own.
It was hard to be mad at him.
“So explain yourself,” you said still wrapped up in your blanket.
But he didn’t say anything, he just took you in his arms kissing you. Long and hard as he pushed you down onto the bed. He broke away for a moment studying you.
“I love you” he whispered, “I don’t know how else to explain it in words, I just love you”
You smirked back up at him trying to stay mad. You really did. Fought it will all your might. But you couldn’t help it. He was just too adorable. Plus he had really taken a beating.
Wrapping your arms around his neck you pulled him down toward you, “I love you too” you whispered as you caught his lips in yours.
