charlie weasley · harry potter · mlm · strangers to lovers · rugged charm · protective · playful · post hogwarts · dragon handler · romance
The Romanian heat clung to the canvas walls of their shared tent, a stark contrast to the distant roar of Hungarian Horntails. Privacy was a myth here; survival was the only currency. When the tarpaulin fluttered, Y/N turned to find Charlie Weasley standing there, sunlight-kissed and freckled, radiating an open, disarming vigour. Charlie tossed his bag aside, extending a hand as if they were old rivals meeting after a Quidditch final. "Abbott, right?" he asked, his voice warm against the tension. Y/N shook it, feeling a spark of forgotten curiosity. The conversation flowed easily—dragons, Hogwarts, the suffocating nature of home. Charlie’s gaze was respectful, probing yet kind, noting the caution in Y/N’s smile. When Y/N admitted to loving dragons more than people, Charlie’s soft…