Charlie's Angel

Disclaimer: Not mine, Jo's.

A/N One shot Weasley smut! A small plot and romance...

Charlie’s Angel

Charlie Weasley was just about to tend to Norbert, a ten year old Dragon that he had acquired from his favourite person in the whole world, Hagrid. He sighed wistfully as he looked at the Norweigan Ridgeback. He loved Dragons.

“Hello mate,” he said as he leaned on the cage. “Do you want to hear what is going to happen today?”

Norbert snorted. Charlie took that to mean ‘I suppose so.’

“We’re going to have a visitor, she’s some sort of reporter for rag. I want you to be really polite to her okay buddy?”

Norbert bowed his head and grunted, a submissive act. Charlie smiled and looked at the dragon.

“I’ve also got another letter from mum telling me to get a mate,” Charlie moaned. “Well we call them wives.”

Norbert sniffed.

“I wish you could talk back to me,” Charlie said. “Ickle Ronniekins came in handy after all.”

Norbert sniggered. Well, Charlie surmised, it sounded like a snigger.

“Charlie!” A male voice shouted out from somewhere near a particularly hormonal female of Norbert’s species. “We need help we think the eggs breaking!”

Charlie rolled his eyes and banged his fist lightly on an iron bar.

“See you later mate,” he twinkled at Norbert.

Charlie walked over to Freya, the rather angry mother-to-be.

“Hey girl calm down hey! We don’t want the little ‘un hurt now do we?” He was soothing, he was gentle, and the females all responded to Charlie, the Rumanian Magical Community all felt better at having Charlie Weasley here. He had a way with Dragons that was extremely canny.

Freya was relaxed enough for them to put a stunning spell on her; they then brought the egg out of the cage carefully. Not one of them had managed to calm their nerves over this procedure. Charlie placed it in a box with lots of straw and immediately took it to the incubating rooms. Not very many female Dragons were allowed to hatch the eggs naturally, as they were prone to damage their young in fits and stamping. Charlie had got this procedure down to a fine art.
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Luna was nervous; she had known Charlie Weasley for some of her childhood, having grown up near him. But she had only known him as a boy. She was going to meet the man! She was best friends with his sister, now Mrs Harry Potter, and she had a crush on his younger brother, now dead. Charlie Weasley was different from his brothers; he was weirder for a start.

She wondered if she could remain professional throughout all this. Ever since Hermione Granger had arranged that interview for her father’s paper the Quibbler has held some sort of respect now. More than it ever had done. Hermione was also instrumental in this visit, the interfering cow. Luna was quite happy writing essays on all her theories. And researching them in the far-flung corners of the world. She was quite happy being left to her own devices and doing what she wanted to do.

Suddenly the world wanted to know about Dragons! Why? What was so interesting about them? Isn’t there enough on Dragons already? Obviously not. Hermione Granger, Luna seethed, I’ll get her for this! I’ll get her for absolutely uprooting my life. After all whose paper was this exactly? Hermione had only got the Editors job because she was better at spelling a grammar. Still, Luna sighed, maybe she could get some personal research done after this one interview.

She was just in a daydream of finding the worlds first in one of the many things that she believed existed that the rest of the world didn’t, when in stumbled a rather tousle haired, sweaty, dirty man. A rather, good-looking, sweating, dirty man! She shook her head. No, she weren’t here to look boys up and down. As if she were interested in them anyway.

“Charlie Weasley,” he introduced himself. He offered his hand to her after he wiped them on some rather worn out cloth.

“Luna Lovegood,” she answered as she gingerly accepted his hand.

Charlie furrowed his brow.

“Hey I know you you’re father owns the Quibbler right?”

Luna blushed.

“Yes I am here because my Editor has sent me here to find out what the advantages of Dragons are.”

“Their blood has twelve useful properties in Potions,” Charlie said. “Although I can’t remember what the hell they are. Potions weren’t my subject. Didn’t like the teacher.”

“I hated Potions as well,” Luna said. “Although the teacher had nothing to do with it.”
She had dipped into her bag and was about to bring out a scroll and a quotes quill. Charlie looked around the Visitors Room.

“Do you want to come to my office? I assure it is much more comfortable there.”

Luna smiled weakly and picked up her bag and followed this man up the stairs. She saw sweat practically dripping down his neck and onto his back.

“Why are you sweating?” Luna asked.

“Working with Dragons is hot work,” Charlie answered. “Something to do with the fire they breathe. I’m used to it though, my mother when angry resembles something of a fire breathing dragon.”

Luna laughed as the memories of Mrs Weasley wafted into her brain. She remembered at Harry’s and Ginny’s wedding when the Twins played a prank on Ginny the fury that erupted from the Weasley Matriarch was something best left to the imagination. The Twins, it was reported, were not able to sit down properly for a month.

Charlie reached his office and he opened the door.

“Here,” he said. He let her walk in first and then he shut the door.

Luna swung her goggly eyes around the room. Charlie was able to peruse the girl more carefully at close quarters. She had some reptilian quality about her, the way her eyes swung like a lizard, and he found he was beginning to like her. He took in her body. It weren’t bad, at least she had some weight on her, and the earrings, large dangling things shaped like goodness knows what. She was weird all right… his type of weird, he liked her.

“Are you all right?” she asked.

Charlie nodded.

“Sorry don’t get to see many girls in this profession,” he said. “Most of them are too afraid of fire breathing dragons.”

“Are there any other kind?” Luna asked.

That question flew him off balance.

“No,” he said. “They all breathe fire.”

“Then just say Dragon it’s so much easier for the quotes quill you see!”

Charlie frowned. She weren’t as dreamy as she looked; there was a perceptiveness there. She could peer into you with eyes like that. Charlie shuddered.
After taking in the office, with a permanent cooling spell, a soft leather couch, and a cluttered up desk with a few family photographs, she decided to look properly at the owner of the room. She appraised him, and decided she found him more than appealing. Any woman would love a big strong man like this in her life surely? Well, Luna smiled, she wouldn’t mind. He had a wavy red lock flopping over his brow and Luna couldn’t resist the urge to wipe it away. She tucked it behind his ear. She then stepped back.

“Thanks,” he mumbled.

“You’re welcome,” she replied as she sat down on the sofa and crossed her legs.

“So what exactly is it you want to know?” Charlie asked.

“The angle we’re looking at is preservation. Why on earth are you preserving a species that by all accounts are the most dangerous beasts in the world?”

“Muggles preserve dangerous animals too,” Charlie said. “They keep poisonous snakes alive and well so why can’t we do the same with Dragons? They’re only dangerous if you don’t know how to handle them like with most things. I love Dragons, I always have done. Right from when I was a little boy and got my first NEW toy. It was a toy dragon. I looked up its species and from then on I was hooked. I come from a large family as you know and you are always striving for some semblance of individuality in a large family. For example, my brother Bill, he’s into curse breaking. He even worked for Goblins, but then he’s always been a little of his rocker, but that’s what he likes to do.

My twin brothers are businessmen with the thing they know best. Jokes! Percy – well – he’s the odd one out really, and then there was – was…” Charlie broke down almost. He picked up a photograph of his family and looked at one particular person, “Ron!” He sighed. “He’d have been a good inventor I suppose. And Ginny, she’s well – you know Ginny!” Luna nodded.

“I guess you could say Dragons was my thing to assert my own personality. At Hogwarts I hung around with Hagrid and we talked Dragons as much as we could. A hobby then turned to obsession, which then turned out to be a job, and one I am proud to have. Okay so I’ll never be a Minister for Magic, or Headmaster at Hogwarts or any of those other fine jobs that my mother so desperately wanted one of us to have but I am happy with my career path, I’d rather be happy than right anyday. Wouldn’t you?”

Luna was shocked.

“That I would,” she murmured as she looked down demurely at her notes.

“Look Luna,” Charlie said. “Um is there any chance that you would well, like to go out with me?”

Luna snapped her head up and opened her mouth.

“Really?” She asked with a suspicious light in her eyes. No one had ever asked her out before, as no one ever really liked her before. She had one, one night stand and that was it.

“Sure,” Charlie said. “Where are you staying?”

“At The Vampire Inn,” she said. Charlie laughed.

“That was my home before I found a more suitable place. Pick you up at seven?”

Luna giggled.

“All right then,” she said. She could easily get more information through this date and maybe….

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Charlie had showered, dressed and fixed his hair to some semblance of order and then apparated to The Vampire Inn. She was already there, in some weird mismatched outfit with non-matching jewellery. She looked perfect for him, way out there, yet strangely sensible. He loved her in that light blue summer dress.

“You look nice,” he said as he took her hand. He shivered with the contact.

“So do you,” she said.

“So are you ready then?”

Luna nodded. She shook when he took hold of her hand and her body was screaming for more just to keep her steady.

They went to Troll Rock, a club for the younger members of the Wizarding community. They danced to some wild rock tunes being the most erratic and fun dancers out there. They drank at the bar, and ate in the adjoining restaurant. Luna found out more about Charlie, and Charlie found out more about Luna.

The most interesting thing they both found out about each other was one unspoken thought that was said with their eyes. They wanted each other; Charlie knew this one night could be the start for the rest of his life. Luna knew she could pack up her quill and let Miss Bossy Boots find a new reporter, she knew that this man was the one for her, she didn’t have to be told twice.

Charlie decided it was getting late and he wanted her alone. He escorted her back to the inn and she led him to her simple room.

“We could have come back to my place,” Charlie said.

Luna chewed her lower lip.

“We could get there now,” she said.

Charlie walked up to her and picked her chin up. His heart beating fast, fire – all right – brooding dragons he could handle, kissing this girl he couldn’t. She stepped closer to him making it slightly easier. He lowered his head and placed his lips on hers. She responded and rubbed her hands up his chest and up to his shoulders. She eventually snaked her arms around his neck and brought him closer to her. Their bodies bumped awkwardly.

“You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” Charlie panted after that fantastic first kiss.

“I want to,” she breathed. For the first time in her life she felt like a woman.

He placed his arms around her waist and gave her another wonderful, dreamy kiss.

He held her tight as their bodies became warmer with the close contact. She felt her breasts harden, and he felt his body grow hard to. He hitched her legs over his waist and deposited her gently on the bed and she lay there, spread like an angel.

He took his dating robes off and he stood before her. She immediately thought of that Michelangelo statue. His hair was back into its usual disarray. She gently hitched up her robes and soon she too was as naked as Eve. Charlie gently pinned her to the mattress with his body as he took in her breasts and kissed them one at a time. She moaned and tangled her fingers within his curly mass of red hair.

“Oh Charlie,” she moaned.

He raised his head up and kissed and nibbled at her neck and earlobe, his mouth hot with passion. She felt hers become dry. She parted her lips sensuously and Charlie noticed, he licked her lips with the tip of his tongue. She whimpered at the contact, and then he gently slid his tongue into her mouth. She was willing to let him dominate her.

She could feel his manhood probing the entrance to her vagina. She spread her legs further apart as he slid it in gently so as not to cause her pain, she clung onto his shoulder blades. He moved gently within her so as not to cause her pain. He soon found that she weren’t a virgin, which caused him some slight jealousy at the thought of another man touching her before him.

He sucked at her nipples and she arched into his mouth so that he could take the whole of her breast. He had his hands wondering down the side of her body and she arched her hips and thrust smoothly onto him. He gave out a guttural growl and she thrust upwards again.

“Luna that’s good!” he exclaimed.

She kissed his neck and suckled on his earlobe as her hands explored his wonderful, muscly chest, with her hands.

“So beautiful,” she sighed as she wrapped her tongue around one of his nipples that elicited another growl from him. He wrapped his fingers in her lovely blonde hair. He held her head there for a while as he continued thrusting smoothly, and gently into her.

“So are you,” he replied.

They rolled and she was on top of him. She thrust down on his manhood, as he was now the one thrusting up. They continued their dance like this, their bodies sweating together as they moaned, nipped, sucked, and screamed.

Charlie grabbed hold of her tightly as he was burying himself deep inside her and she caressed his penis with her womanhood.

“Luna,” he moaned as he scratched her back with an effort to remain in control. “Lu – na!”

“CHARLIE!” she screamed.

They came with each other.

“After that,” Charlie panted as they lay in each other’s arms. “I don’t think I want to let you go.”

“Would you let me explore my own private theories?” Luna asked.

“Of course I find you interesting and it could make for some great dinner conversations.”

Luna levered herself up and kissed his sweaty, salty lips. She then licked her lips afterwards.

“Thank you then yes, I will stay.”

Charlie held her in his arms.


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“To The Editor

Hello Hermione, this is my letter of resignation. I have fallen in love and am staying here in Rumania with my fiancée. It is Charlie Weasley and he say’s I am his angel. I am sorry for this suddenness I wasn’t expecting it myself.

I hope you can find someone suitable soon enough.

Luna Lovegood.
Ex-Quibbler Reporter.”

Hermione smiled as the owl flew off. Her plan had worked; she just couldn’t wait to tell Molly. She had already got in a new Reporter, Dennis Creevey.

Her door flung wide open and in walked her boyfriend Draco.

“Hello darling,” Draco said as he kissed her on the lips. “Good news or bad?”

“Good, Luna Lovegood is going to be another Mrs Weasley and is no longer a reporter, I’ve killed two metaphorical birds with two metaphorical stones!”

“You’re going to have to say those words one day,” Draco sighed rolling his eyes in exasperation.

“I can’t Draco,” Hermione said. “Luna’s a friend and I just couldn’t set her in the office and say ‘your fired!’ it just doesn’t work like that for me.”

“Oh okay whatever, you’re too soft you are!”

“Perhaps,” Hermione smiled. She sat herself on Draco’s lap. “But you’re not darling!”

Draco smirked wickedly.

Finis.