#orange scent

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"The greatest fortune in my life, is that she and I belong to each other."

[ellaustenn]

Isn’t it obvious?

Pairing: Charlie x Reader

Word count: 2043

Author’s note: For Rowan I used “he/she” and “him/her”, because I know that there’s a male Rowan and a female Rowan. This is also the first “xReader” that I write in absolute and English is not my first language (I’m Italian). 

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The air was fresh, sparkling. It smelled of moss, grass wet with dew and damp earth mixed together, a sweet and strangely melancholic combination. The water of the Black Lake was still, resembling a large mirror on which the colors of dawn reflected. Pink that blended with blue, yellow that blended with red and orange; a wonderful painting. 

You let yourself go to a sigh. You were sitting on the trunk of a tree fallen a few feet from the shore of the lake. An elbow resting on the legs, the palm of a hand supporting the head. You were still wearing pajamas, on your feet a pair of slippers with the colors of your House.

“We should not be out here, [y/n]” Rowan murmured, breaking the silence. “It's against school regulation, and you know it well”

Rowan was one of your best friends, a loyal companion. You two had met at Hogsmeade before you started your Hogwarts adventure, and since then you've never been separated. Rowan was a that tipe of person who really liked studying; Rowan often took her classes instead of Binnis - the ghost did not even notice and kept talking in his boring and soporific tone.

“You could have stayed in bed and sleep late, Rowan,” you replied, shrugging. “Nobody told you to follow me here”

As soon as the words came out of your mouth, you felt guilty. You knew Rowan was there to keep you company, so you were not alone. It was just like when he/she gave you a hand to get ready to face anything between you and the Cursed Vaults. Rowan was your friend and simply wanted to help you.

For the second time, you let yourself go to a sigh. “Sorry”

“For what?” Rowan asked.

“I guess you followed me with the intention of cheering me up,” I replied, biting my lower lip. “and instead I treat you badly”

“You did not do anything like that, [y/n]” Rowan said, putting a hand on your shoulder and holding her a little. “Let's say that at the moment you're... indisposed“

You giggled. “Indisposed?”

Now you both laughed. When the laughter faded, and the silence returned among you, you returned to admire the dawn. The sky was still a wonderful painting: besides the sun, which slowly rose, there were a few white clouds - one in the shape of a centaur.

Your mind returned to the most recent events. You had just started to study the boggars and the professor had decided to make you try to tackle one. You had expected to see He-Who-Not-Must-Be-Named, but the boggart had taken on the appearance of your brother.

Jacob was beautiful, just as you remembered. Your hero, the one who protected you and made you feel the luckiest person in the world. You lowered the wand, wondering why the boggart took the form of Jacob: he could not be your greatest fear.

But you realized that there was something different about him. What did Penny say once? “I hope you find him, [y/n]. I just hope he’s the same person you remember...”

And indeed, the Jacob you had before your eyes was not the good and kind brother you had known. His eyes were closed with a slit, an evil grin on his strangely pale face. He seemed he was about to growl like a ferocious beast. His wand pointed at you.

As if it was not enough, at the time of dinner, someone came to you and told you something have that have definitely put you KO. The Gryffindors of your own year, a Potions, had prepared the Amortentia: Charlie Weasley, your crush, had smelled the vapors of the potion.

“He made the name of a girl of the third year of Gryffindor” they said. “I thought he would have said your name”

Rowan yawned and your attention shifted to your friend. Despite everything, you smiled. You were about to tell your friend that he/she would have to go back to the dorms and get a good night's sleep, that you would wake him/her up later and that you would even bring him/her breakfast, but there was someone behind him/her. The figure that was getting closer and closer was also in pajamas, the red hair indistinguishable.

Charlie Weasley.

Rowan realized that you were looking behind him/her, then turned and frowned. How did Charlie know you were out there?

“Hey” he greeted you, a little embarrassed. “[y/n] can I talk to you for a moment? In privat?”

You nodded. Rowan nodded as well and rose from the trunk, heading for the castle. He/she said he/she was sleepy and would go back to sleep as he/she walked away. Charlie then took Rowan's place.

“I heard about the boggart” said Charlie. “How are you?”

You shrugged and puffed. “Meh”

Having him so close made you feel the heartbeat and the butterflies in the stomach awakened. You looked elsewhere to hide your red cheeks, but you did not miss the amused smile on Charlie's face. Did he saw that you had blushed?

Unfortunately, in addition to the butterflies and that fantastic thrill that ran down the line, you had to remember that Charlie did not return your feelings at all. You began to torture your fingers and decided to change the subject: you didn’t really want to talk about what had happened with the Jacob-Boggart.

“How did you know we were here?” you asked. “Rowan and I came out in the middle of the night on tiptoe. Filch has almost caught us”

“I do not know how to explain it, [y/n]. A feeling, I suppose” he replied, getting closer to you. “It's since they told me what happened to you with the boggart that I struggle to close my eyes at night”

You looked back at the sky and you realized that by now the sun was high in the clear blue sky. The cloud shaped like a centaur now looked more like something formless and without contours. The surface of the Black Lake broke and a huge tentacle emerged that looked for hot rays.

“You know you can always count on me, [y/n]” said Charlie.

You were still torturing your fingers, but he took your hand. He touched the palm with the fingertip of the index and a pleasant shake spread throughout your body. How could he make you feel like that? Why with him even simply breathe became the most beautiful thing in the world? How was it possible that dealing with the Cursed Vaults seemed so easy with him?

“If you need to talk and let off steam, or be quiet for hours“ Charlie continued, now intertwining your fingers.

“Or if I need a dragon egg”  you joked, turning in his direction and smiling.

“Or if you need a dragon egg” he repeated, chuckling.

A smile remained on Charlie's face as the laughter faded. He looked at you in the eyes and imperceptibly approached your face with his. He wet his lips and you thought how many freckles there were on the beautiful face of red guy in front of you. In the chest, your heart was beating so fast that sooner or later - you knew it - it would pop out and tell Charlie what you felt for him.

Then the Amortentia came back to mind.

“So, I heard that Snape made you prepare a new potion“ you said, suddenly getting up from the trunk you were sitting on. You let go of Charlie's hand and hugged you, pretending to be cold. “Amortentia, eh?”

“Would you like to ... would you like to know what was the smells of it?” he asked, his face now as red as his hair.

“Someone is embarrassed!“ you laughed at him, although for you it was like being stabbed in the heart. “Look at you! You're all red, Charlie!”

Charlie got up from the trunk and wiped the sweat of his hands on his pajama bottoms. He could not look you in the eye, he kept clearing his throat to save time and when he finally opened his mouth, you prepared for the worst. Surely, hearing him talk about the person he liked would have destroyed you slowly.

You like them so much, eh?” you asked him, serious

Charlie suddenly raised his head, surprised and relieved at the same time. He smiled, ran a hand through his hair - he had left it loose - and then he said, “Isn’t it obvious?”

Now it was your turn to gain time. As he had done a little earlier, you cleared your throat, then turned your gaze to the Black Lake. Your vision clouded: you were about to cry. But you didn’t want Charlie to see you, so you just nodded and wished him luck.

“I'd better go” you said, trying to smile. “I promised Rowan I would bring him/her breakfast”

You move towards the castle. You had done more or less five steps, when Charlie grabbed your wrist and turned you around. You went to collide with his chest, hurting your nose a little bit. When you raised your head, you found Charlie's face very close to yours. His breath was warm, it tickled your skin.

“Chocolate Frogs, fresh lemon, orange scent and ...” Charlie bit his lip to keep from laughing. “... wet dog”

Chocolate Frogs: they were your favorite. You could have eat them up to burst, you didn’t even care so much about the figurines; you gave them all and Tonks and she, to make you laugh, took the form of those in front of her.

Fresh lemon: a slice always in your hot tea, to give it that aroma you liked so much.

Orange scent: you had a bottle in the trunk and when it was about to end, you always sent a letter to your parents to send you a new one. It was almost impossible to find that profume, but they could do it every time.

Wet dog: it was Tonks who had told the rest of your friends that, like Talbott, you had become an Animagus. Charlie had begged you for weeks to see you in animal form. At the end, you had given in: you had turned into a dog and sat in front of him, with the tail going here and there. Then Charlie had taken a stone and had transfigured it into a ball: “Run to get it [y/n]!” he had said, but you had sat still, staring at him as if to say “Are you serious?” with your  dog eyes.

“Sorry, what?” you murmured, out of breath. “What does it mean?”

“I repeat: isn’t it obvious?”

Now Charlie seemed to have found the courage he had missed for a long time, perhaps from the day you met. At the beginning it was a simple friendship, the one between you two, but over time the feelings had changed and he found himself having a crush on his best friend. He had told Bill, his older brother. Bill told him to come forward and tell you how he felt, but Charlie was afraid of losing your wonderful relationship and you.

“How is it possible?” you whispered, relaxing in his arms. “They told me it was a Gryffindor the person you liked”

Charlie shook his head. He touched your nose with his. “You are the first to whom I say what my Amortentia smells like. Maybe someone wanted to prank you” He pulled away a little, so he could see you well, and frowned. “I wonder why, though”

“Maybe because they know I like you, Charlie” you said softly, blushing.

A big smile appeared on his face. He picked you up and then, without thinking twice, he kissed you. His lips were soft, perfect. You breathed deeply his scent and told you that you didn’t need a potion to know who was the person who attracted you most to the world, because that person was kissing you relentlessly.

Then a chorus rose up. Behind you there were your friends who applauded, exulted, whistled.

“Finally!”

“It was about time!”

“You were the only ones who couldn’t see that you like each other!”

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Are you STRESSED OUT?

Here’s a quick fix for stress: Use the scent of orange to calm down. 

Cops in Rotterdam, Holland, found that prisoners became less aggressive when the scent of oranges was pumped through their cells. Prison fights were dramatically reduced and they used 10% less sedation drugs. 

So if you’re experiencing stress, or going into a stressful situation, peel an orange and take a deep whiff.