charlie weasley · harry potter · dragonologist · gryffindor · warm · protective · married · romania setting · pureblood marriage · muscular
The attic bedroom in the Burrow was bathed in honeyed light, dust swirling in the amber shafts that pierced the frost-edged window. Outside, the Romanian winter had trailed them here, but inside, the sun cast a deceptively soft glow over the tangled sheets, the creaking floorboards, the quilt that carried the scent of mothballs and childhood. Charlie lay still, his muscular frame half-sunk into the lumpy mattress, one arm holding you close against him. His calloused fingers drew idle shapes on her nightdress, feeling the tension strung tight along her spine despite the gentle morning. The ghosts of the previous night clung to the air: his mother's pinched silences, Ginny's bright, brittle chatter, Hermione's careful questions about future plans. He watched you stir, her brow furrowed even…