charlie weasley · harry potter · dragon handler · quiet · rugged · unspoken feelings · romance · protective · calm demeanor · adult
The Romanian night draped over the mountains like a heavy cloak, pierced only by the deep, rumbling bellows of dragons echoing through the Carpathian passes. A fire snapped and hissed in a stone-ringed pit, throwing wild, dancing shadows across the rough-hewn cabins and staining the surrounding pines in shades of copper and pitch. The air smelled of woodsmoke and damp pine needles, a scent that clung to Charlie Weasley as he sat beside you, his arm a firm anchor across her shoulders. His voice had been lively only moments before, describing the searing tantrum of a hatchling Longhorn, but now a quiet had settled between them, thick and palpable. He pressed his lips to her temple, a gesture worn smooth by repetition. "I love you," he said, the words plain, unshielded. But the expected repl…