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I’m an idiot

Pairing: Charlie x Reader

Word count: 2325

Plot: Charlie is avoiding you for some reasons, but he doesn’t share them with you. He just stopped talking with you, and is actually Penny who tells you what’s happening.

Author’s note: Charlie Weasley x Reader cause I can’t get enough of this. Also, just like the first OneShot: English is not my first language (I’m Italian).

Y/N: Your name

Y/H: Your House

January, 1988.

I entered the library with a slow pace, my gaze fixed on the floor. At my chest I was holding History of Magic, the books bag was slamming against my leg at every step. I passed Madama Pince's desk and I heard her mumble something incomprehensible; I was so downcast that I didn’t even have the strength to roll my eyes.

I passed some dusty bookshelves, I saw a few books levitate towards their place almost as if they had their own soul, a couple of students greeted me with a brief gesture. I found the person I was looking for sitting at a long table between two high shelves.

He was passing a hand through his ginger hair when I sat down next to him. He looked tired, sighing from time to time. In front of him he had a piece of parchment full of notes, books of different subjects were open.

“How long have you not slept?” I asked him in a low voice, placing my things on the table.

Bill Weasley shook his head. “N.E.W.T.s are approaching, and I need to stay focus on my studies. Besides, I fear I’ve forgotten what going to sleep means”

Without saying anything back, I nodded. I knew exactly how Bill felt: my O.W.L.s were getting closer as well. At times it seemed that my brain was melted, for those hours I remained glued to books to study. Occasionally, I would even stay up almost all night to review History of Magic or Transfigurations.

One time, Rowan woke up after having a bad dream. Her first intention was to sneak into my bed, wake me up and tell me about the nightmare, but I wasn’t even in the dorm. She had found me only by going down into the Common Room.

“Y/N, you should be in bed!” she had called me, shaking her head.

“I wanted to reread Ancient Runes’ notes,” it had been my answer.

Next to me, Bill grabbed one of his books and started turning the pages. When he found what he was looking for, he stopped and began to read in a low voice. A lock of ginger hair fell on his face and he, blowing, moved it.

I tried to get myself to study too, I didn’t come to the library for conversation after all.

I opened History of Magic to the page where the last topic Binnis had explained began, and in my mind I could even hear the monotonous voice of the ghost.

For almost ten minutes I managed to stay focused on the text, then a side note caught my attention. Three words had been written obliquely, one below the other and in block letters; the 'O's were a snitch.

“I love you”

I bit my lip and passed the index finger on the writing, knowing very well who the calligraphy belonged to. Sighing, I turned to Bill: perhaps he could tell me why my best friend, as well as a boy for whom I had a huge crush on, did nothing but avoid me for weeks.

“Bill,” I called him. “Do you know why Charlie is avoiding me?”

My voice was a whisper, little more than a breath. I was not sure that Bill had heard me, but he lowered the book he was reading and turned to me. His skin was pale, his eyes lit by a sad light that didn’t suit him at all. For a second I felt myself sinking, as if Bill knew something I didn’t know, as if he were about to tell me that Charlie had changed his mind about me and started to hate me.

“Oh dear Merlin! What have I done?” I asked him, already feeling the tears coming.

Bill took my hands in his and shook his head. “Y/N, you didn’t do anything wrong. It’s just that I don’t know how to answer you: Charlie is avoiding me too”

“What? But you’re his brother!” I replied, frowning. “Why is he doing this to you? And more importantly, how long is this going on?”

Bill shrugged. “A few weeks? I don’t know, Y/N. I noticed that, whenever I wanted to have a chat with him, he find an excuse to leave”

I looked down and shook my head, most of the hair fell in front of my face acting as a tent. I bit my lip so as not to cry, because without Charlie I felt incomplete, even empty.

I remembered that morning when I waited for him just outside the Great Hall, we both had Potions and, as usual, we would go to class together. He came out of the Great Hall with Andre discussing a bit of the quidditch match that would have taken place that weekend and a bit of dragons.

Andre had noticed me instantly and, with a dazzling smile, had approached to greet me with a hug. I was almost hugging him when, suddently, Charlie had grabbed him by the uniform and had dragged him away, leaving me there, alone.

I had chased them, I asked Charlie what was wrong with him and why he had not even looked at me.

“Leave me alone Y/N” he simply said.

Since that day, I had tried in every way to make me forgive anything I had done to make him so angry. I stopped him in the corridors to talk to him, but he moved me away and continued on his way; I threw him notes during the lessons, but he threw them without even reading them. One afternoon I went to see his quidditch practice and, at the end of it, I had waited outside the locker room.

“Charlie said it’s gonna take a while. He asked me to tell you to not wait for him” one of his teammates had said.

Someone moved the chair in front of mine. Bill let go of my hands and I, trying not to think about how bad it was to stay away from Charlie, I raised my head and saw Penny. Her blond hair was gathered in a high tail, her lips bent in what was the hint of a smile.

“I did some research,” she began, shifting her gaze first on me and the on Bill.

“Research? Why? Were there any research to do?!” panic seized my voice, my mand was already plannin an excuse to be able to deliver the paper late.

In the distance, Madama Pince said, “SHHH!”

Penny chuckled. “Calm down Y/N, it doesn’t concern any of the Hogwarts subjects"

Relieved, I relaxed against the back of the chair and gave her time to continue. Now I was really curious to know what she was referring to.

“Apparently, someone put a gossip aroung on you two” Penny said, pointing to Bill and me with a finger. “It is rumored that you’re together and that you” and she pointed to me. “will spend the summer at the Weasley’s”

Bill frowned and I followed him.

“It is also said that, after Y/N ha gratuated, you two will get married”

Bill and I exchanged a look and immediately burst out laughing. It was ridiculous for people to think that Bill and I were a couple, and even that we should get married right after I graduated.

“I was just coming here to tell you everything when Andre stopped me,” Penny added.

I immediately stopped laughing. “Did he tell you why Charlie avoids us?”

Penny nodded. “The rumors have convinced Charlie that you two are dating”

Bill had been elected Head Boy that year. One of his duties was to organize the evening patrols: all four Prefects were put to work, but in pairs. And the plan that Bill and Penny and I had created was based on this.

A meeting was called so the Head Boy and Girl could choose who was to work with whom. The Head Girl unrolled a small piece of parchment she had held in her hands until that moment, then took a deep breath and called out our names aloud. Bill winked at me when I heard: “Y/N, you’re with Charlie”

I turned to him and smiled, hoping to see him do the same. But Charlie sat with his eyes fixed on his hands.

“Don’t demoralize yourself right now, sis” Bill whispered in my ear. "You have the whole evening to explain him how things really are, and maybe, who knows, he'll be the one you'll marry after graduation"

I blushed and pushed him away.

A few hours after dinner, while the last students walked over to their Common Rooms, I found Charlie waiting for me on the first floor. He stood with his back against the wall, beside him the paintings yawned and got ready to go to sleep.

His ginger hair was always gathered in a low ponytail, his blue eyes fixed on the floor, the lips - so inviting - were slightly open. I told myself that if I had been silent enough, I could have stayed there to admire it, maybe I would have even taken a step forward to be able to count those wonderful freckles.

I cleared my throat and he jerked his head up. I realized that I could lose myself in those blue pools.

Charlie pushed himself off, soaked his lips and then said, “You go to the right and I go to the left”

Without even waiting for my answer, he began to walk. I frowned and stood still for a few moments, trying to understand what had just happened. When I finally recovered, with the sensation of having a boulder in the pit of my stomach, I snapped to the left and followed him.

“Charlie!” I called him over and over again, and every time he heard his name he accelerated the pace.

“Charlie, wait a second!” I screamed at him, reaching out to stop him.

He stopped, and I nearly ruined him. I stopped in time, leaving between us just a meter away - which was too much for me.

“What do you want?” he asked me, sighing.

During the morning I had one hour and I had exploited it by throwing down what I wanted to say to Charlie. I wrote a perfect speech on the pergament, which I had even memorized, but at the moment all those words had vanished into thin air. I opened my mouth to say something, but nothing came out.

Exasperated, Charlie shook his head and started to leave. Before he could even move a single step, I grabbed him by the wrist and looked him straight in the eye.

“You're an idiot Charles Weasley!”

Charlie's gaze fell for a second on my hand around his wrist, then he looked back at me. “What?”

“You heard me!” I exclaimed, letting him go.

“What do I owe this outbreak of anger?” he asked me, narrowing his gaze.

“You've been avoiding me for weeks and you haven’t even told me why! It was Penny who told me your stupid and childish motivation!” I replied, narrowing my gaze and crossing my arms to my chest.

“Stupid and childish?” he asked, raising his voice.

He took a step toward me, shortening the distance, but I didn’t move.

“Exact!” I exclaimed, stamping my feet on the ground. “Bill thinks the same as I do”

“Bill here, Bill there!” he said angrily. “You're always talking about him, Y/N. I would say that I really did well to distance myself, don’t you think?”

“You're an idiot.” I said, pushing him and chanting every word at the same time. “All those times that it's just you and me and you only remember the parts where I'm talking about your brother? What, you forgot maybe that time I supported you all the way, when that wizard cheated us by selling us a Acromantula egg instead of a dragon egg?”

Charlie opened his mouth to reply, but I continued with tears in his eyes.

“Or all the times when I come to see your quidditch practice, or the games? I cheer for you everytime, even if it’s Gryffindor against Y/H?” I swallow, the voice broken by tears. “And let's not forget the times when I have to face one of the challenges that the Cursed Vaults subject me to: Charlie, you're the first to whom I talk about it, not Bill”

“Y/N...” Charlie closed his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath.

“Keep on believing in rumors that are absolutely fake, Charlie Weasley,” I mutter, wiping my tears hard with my palms. I pause to catch my breath, and when I finally see myself in the Gryffindor's blue eyes, a fake laugh comes out of my lips. “And to say that it’s always been you”

Shaking my head, I waved to him and decided to do the patrol on my own. The next day I would have to tell Bill and Penny that the plan was not successful and that, most likely, I had completely lost my best friend.

At this point I didn’t even mind the fact that I had confessed that I liked him.

I started walking, hugging myself and repeating in a low voice not to cry. Then I heard someone running beside me and two hands resting on my shoulders.

“Is not Bill? Was it never him?” Charlie asked me, his voice reduced to a sigh.

I shook my head and instinctively threw myself into his arms. “I only want you, stupid”

Charlie returned the hug, then took my face in his hands. He apologized in a low voice about how he had treated me, begged me to forgive him and murmured over and over again that I he missed me so much. At each word, his face was closer to mine.

“I'm an idiot,” he whispered, just before his lips touched mine.

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