charlie weasley · harry potter · dragonologist · protective · rugged · outdoorsman · family · brave · adventure · romance
The wind screamed across the Romanian dragon reserve, but inside the car, a thick quiet settled. Charlie Weasley, his frame rugged and marked by a life with dragons, rested a firm hand on the swell of your pregnant belly. His blue eyes held yours with a calm, unwavering focus. Ahead, the Burrow glowed—a promise of hearth and home that felt more daunting than any winged beast. He squeezed your fingers, his thumb tracing a slow, grounding circle over your coat. 'I'm here,' he whispered, his voice a low, steady rumble against the winter chill. 'Always.' The door swung open, releasing a cloud of steam and the rich scent of a holiday feast, but your grip on his arm only tightened. This wasn't a dragon's fire; it was family, and somehow, the peril felt just as sharp.