Author's Note: Another love scene warning!
Just Say I Love You
Ophelia waved her wand and watched as the last of the supplies lifted into the air from the crate and then floated over to their respective shelves. Once they were down, she walked over and methodically straightened all of them, a feeling of satisfaction running through her.
Sure, it wasn’t healing dragons, but it was still a job well done.
“Phillie! You finished up?” Charlie shouted as he stepped into the supply shed, a bright grin on his face. She turned to him and nodded, returning the smile.
“Ready for lunch?” she asked. He chuckled and then glanced out to make sure they were alone, before he stepped over to her and pulled her into his arms. “What’s this?” Ophelia asked after he kissed her.
“I’m kidnapping you,” he replied happily.
“Ah, well… ye no so good at it,” she replied, raising her eyebrows at him. “No supposed to announce it, are ye?”
“I hadn’t got to the actual kidnapping bit yet. And thought you should be able to pack your things,” he replied. Ophelia laughed.
“Really no so good at it,” she said with a smirk.
“Okay, fine, but I am taking you somewhere. As soon as you pack for the weekend,” he said, starting to lead her out of the shed.
“Where should I be packing for?” she asked, raising an eyebrow at him. “And I’m supposed to help out in the clinic this afternoon.”
“Not anymore,” Charlie said to her with a grin. Ophelia rolled her eyes slightly, though continued smiling.
“And Rupert?” Ophelia asked. “We’re supposed to leave him be?”
Since she had gotten the him under control, Charlie had given her the honor of naming the young dragon they had rescued, so she decided on a good, strong Scottish name – which had Charlie chuckling. He was now settled in a habitat near the camp and they both checked on him a few times a day. The dragon had grown a bit attached, as it was. Ophelia worried slightly how he was going to handle it when she left, though she knew Charlie would take care of him and get him prepared to go out in the world on his own again.
“The others are watching him, though we can pop by on our way out, if you like,” Charlie said easily. Ophelia laughed loudly, pulling him to a stop.
“Where are we going, Charlie Weasley?” she asked, eager to hear just what he had in mind for the surprise trip.
Charlie pulled in her into his arms, his expression as he gazed down at her making her knees slightly weak. Merlin, she had it bad for this man.
“On an adventure, Ophelia Wood.”
Ophelia kept up a steady pace, following Charlie through the forest and hills and finally up a steep slope. He still hadn’t told her just where they were going, only telling her to trust him. Ophelia couldn’t help as her anticipation grew the longer they hiked.
Knowing Charlie, she reckoned it would be amazing.
“Almost there. Just gotta get to the top of this hill,” Charlie said, looking back at her. “You doin’ alright?”
“Aye, I’m fine,” Ophelia replied, barely out of breath. “I’m no stranger to a hike.”
“I know,” Charlie said, grinning. “Which is why I thought this would be a perfect getaway for us. A chance to get away and just be alone.”
“Sounds perfect to me,” Ophelia said, smiling.
He stopped and turned back, holding out his hand and helping her over a few large rocks. He then pulled her up and looked out. Ophelia followed his gaze and felt the breath leave her.
They were high up on a ridge deep into the mountains that overlooked a valley. Every so often she could see smoke rising from various farmsteads, but for the most part, the land was untouched and unclaimed.
“It’s beautiful,” she murmured, transfixed.
“Isn’t it? I come up where a lot to camp on my own,” he said, though his voice cut out suddenly. She looked over, seeing the red creep up his neck a bit.
“Ye do?” she asked. Charlie scuffed his boot against the ground, glancing at her a few times.
“You’re actually the first person I’ve brought here…”
“Oh,” Ophelia said, looking away as her cheeks began turning slight pink. Charlie had brought her to a beautiful ridge in the wilds of Romania – a place he enjoyed coming to on his own and had never shared with anyone else.
“Just… enjoy the view. I’ll get camp set up,” he said after quickly kissing her cheek.
Ophelia walked over and sat on a large rock, drinking in the view. She had to admit that Charlie certainly knew the way to her heart.
But then the smile faded slightly. She was leaving in a week to go back to Britain.
She would miss the view, the dragons, Charlie. Everything. But at the same time, she didn’t want to ruin the weekend with thoughts of what was to come. Not when Charlie had gone through so much to make it happen.
Soon enough, Charlie had their tent and campfire set up, putting out two camping chairs next to the fire. Ophelia stood and walked over to one of the chairs, watching as he started about supper. The sun was starting to go down and while the temperature began to drop slightly.
“What made ye decide to kidnap me?” Ophelia asked.
“Figured we could stand to get away for a bit,” Charlie said, glancing at her. “Wasn’t that hard to convince Elena and Andrei to let us have the afternoon off. You’ve definitely made a good impression on them.” Ophelia looked away, blushing slightly. “And I, for one, think you earned it,” he continued.
“I’ve no doubt ye have. Ye work more than anyone,” she said. “Do ye ever take holiday?” Charlie chuckled, his eyes trained on the fish he was currently frying over the fire.
“I do… well, not so often when I think about it,” he said, glancing at her. “But, I wanted to do something special your last weekend here.”
“Ye certainly accomplished that. This is just… amazing,” she said, leaning back in her chair and looking around at the nature around her. “I’m going to miss this place when I go back.”
“Ah, but Hebrides is beautiful as well,” Charlie said. Ophelia nodded and sighed.
“It is,” she replied. “But it’s not Romania.”
Charlie stood from the fire pit and walked over to her, pulling her up out of her chair. He then sat down and pulled her into his lap, kissing her cheek.
“And ye won’t be in Hebrides,” she said slightly sadly.
“I told you, Phillie, this isn’t good-bye forever. We’ll still see each other. We’ll make it work,” he said softly. “But it’s not for a week more. No need to worry about it just yet.”
“True… we should focus on now,” she said, wrapping her arms around his neck. “And right now, that fish smells amazing.” Charlie laughed and looked over at the pan.
“Lucky for you, it’s nearly done…”
Ophelia smiled as she leaned back into Charlie’s arms on the large, fluffy mattress he had set up outside the tent and looked up at the stars. It was quite possibly the most beautiful thing she had ever seen.
Her belly was full of food and they had finished a small portion of the firewhiskey which had also helped to warm her. While there was a bit of a chill to the night air, she couldn’t help but feel warm and a bit fuzzy lying in Charlie’s arms. A small, happy sigh escaped her lips.
“What’s that about?” Charlie asked, looking over at her. She met his eyes.
“Just... happy… I wish we had more time,” she said softly. She then frowned slightly. Right, they weren’t supposed to be talking about the future. Not tonight. Charlie tightened his arms around her.
“Like I said… when you go back, it’s not going to be the end of us,” he said softly. “This is just the beginning, Phillie.” She continued staring up at the sky. “We’ll visit and write.”
“I ken… just no gonna be the same,” she said.
“I ken,” she said with a sigh. “I’m ruining the moment.”
“You could never ruin the moment” he said, smiling down at her. “I’m just happy that I’m here with you. Right now. No interruptions”
A deep blush came over her cheeks as she stared up at him, a smile coming over her face. While she was still unsure of how things were going to work in the future, at least she had this moment. She lifted up slightly and kissed him.
“Same,” she whispered, looking deep into his eyes. Charlie stared at her a few moments as though he were thinking over something.
“I think I have a good way to distract you,” he said. Ophelia raised her eyebrows.
“Do tell,” she said, smirking slightly. Charlie rolled his eyes playfully.
“Mind always in the gutter…,” he said. Ophelia chuckled. “They call this place Dragon’s Head Ridge, because when you look at it from afar, it looks like, well, a dragon’s head,” he continued. Ophelia chuckled. “I know… not original, but… it’s said that long ago, when the first dragons arrived, there was one dragon that was larger than the others, a sort of dragon king, if you will.”
“Not a queen?” Ophelia interrupted. Charlie shot her a look but continued smiling.
“Suppose it could be,” he said. “Anyway, the other dragons saw it as their protector. But then men started coming into the land and they weren’t getting along all that well with the dragons. Not at first, anyway. But there was one man who managed to befriend the great dragon.”
“The first dragon tamer,” Ophelia interjected, thinking he was obviously making this up as he went.
“I suppose,” Charlie said. “This man tried to show the others that we could live in peace with dragons. There was no need to kill or hunt them down. And for a time, it worked. Until another man became determined to kill all the dragons. Starting with the great dragon.”
“That’s horrible,” Ophelia murmured. Charlie hummed his agreement.
“It’s said that the tamer helped lead the dragons to a magic place on this mountain where they would forever be safe and hidden from those who would harm them,” he said. “And the great dragon stood watch at the top of the mountain for so many years, that it eventually turned to stone, finally becoming one with the mountain.”
Ophelia sat up slightly, smiling.
“Ye just made that up, didnae ye?” she asked playfully.
“No. It’s legend,” Charlie insisted, though he was grinning. Ophelia chuckled and shook her head.
“Aye, it is. Either way… it’s a nice story. Beautiful almost,” she said. He stared at her a few moments, a soft look in his eyes.
“Almost as beautiful as you…”
As Charlie leaned down to kiss Ophelia again, he couldn’t help but feel like everything had fallen into place. He was lying under the stars with an amazing woman in his arms. Not only was she funny, beautiful and kind, but she understood his love and passion for dragons.
It was usually the one thing that no one else got, even his own family and some of the other tamers. They didn’t understand the pull the country and the animals had on him. And for years, he thought he would never find someone who did understand and shared the same pull. But he could see it in her eyes that first day she arrived. When she saw her first dragon.
It was also in the way that she never shied away from the beasts, having a certain fearlessness about her. It was what had initially attracted him to her.
In the past, Charlie had always seen her as Duncan’s little sister. She was four years younger - had only been about 13 when he left Hogwarts and therefore not even on his radar. But then when he had seen her at Duncan’s party five years ago, she was suddenly no longer this young girl with her head in a book, chasing down some creature.
She was still young at the time - only a couple years out of Hogwarts. But it was the first time he saw her and realized she wasn’t a kid. When he found her stuck under the mistletoe with that Ravenclaw, he had done what he could to help her out until her twin had seen her and shouted out a joke to the rest of the party. Her face had turned bright red and he felt for her, knowing that she was completely mortified.
And yet, he couldn’t help but find it a bit cute how she looked when she blushed - something she seemed to do a lot.
After that party, Charlie found himself paying more attention to Duncan when he started going on about his younger sister. Following her journey through the Ministry. Hearing how she wanted to be on the dragon research team more than anything.
But still, she was always this far-off figure. Someone he heard about and didn’t know. Not really.
When he walked into the Ministry at Bucharest and saw her standing there, he realized that Ophelia was now a grown woman. Confident. Beautiful. And had the same passions that he did.
It had happened so quickly, but Charlie couldn’t ignore the deep connection that had somehow formed between them in just a few short weeks. But just as he was happy to be with her, there was something slightly scary about it. He couldn’t recall another woman he had felt this in tune with; didn’t think he’d find another. What if he messed things up? What if she wised up an ran off with someone else – someone better or at the very least who lived in the same country?
Charlie shook his head. He didn’t want to ruin this weekend with thoughts about his own insecurities. What was that about facing obstacles when they got to them? They weren’t at that one just yet, were they?
“What are ye thinking about?” Ophelia asked softly, almost as though she could sense what was going through his mind. He smiled and looked down at her.
“You,” he said. Ophelia chuckled softly and rolled her eyes. “I’m serious.”
“Anyone tell ye that ye’re a romantic?” she replied.
“You’re the first, actually,” he admitted. Ophelia snorted.
“I find that hard to believe,” she said.
“Suppose you just bring it out of me,” he said. Ophelia looked up at him a moment before pressing her lips against his. In the firelight, he could see the slight blush coming over her cheeks.
The way she was looking at him had his stomach doing somersaults. He reached up and gently caressed her cheek, staring deep into her eyes. For not the first time, he found himself at a loss for words.
Ophelia always seemed to be taking his words and his breath away.
So, he leaned towards her and kissed her.
Ophelia wrapped her arms around his neck, running her fingers through his hair. Merlin, he loved the feeling of her fingers through his hair. It was enough to drive him mad and he couldn’t help as he deepened the kiss, pulling her closer.
He then rolled slightly, now on top of her, though he made sure not to crush her. She seemed so tiny in his arms that at times he worried he could hurt her. But by the way she was enthusiastically kissing him back, he knew she was fine.
He moved his way to her neck, kissing the sensitive spot he now knew would have her melting in his arms.
“Charlie,” she gasped, arching against him. He couldn’t help as he smiled against her skin, feeling her hands running down his back and then up under his shirt. He moaned softly, her light fingertips sending chills up and down his spine. He could already feel himself hardening and wondered if she was just as hot as he was.
He moved his lips back to her mouth, his hand moving to the front of her shirt and unbuttoning it as he lifted up from her. Once he had finished, he ran his hand under her tank top, making lazy circles with his thumb over her bra. Ophelia gasped as her eyes fluttered shut a moment.
She then looked up at him. He sat up, quickly pulling his own shirt off as Ophelia sat up and yanked off her own shirt and then pulled off the tank top. She then grabbed his neck, pulling him towards her as she kissed him hungrily.
He could feel the chill of the night air on his back, but it quickly faded thanks to the fire and heating charms. As well as the fire that was already smoldering inside him. He kissed his way down her neck, feeling her run her fingers through his hair again.
Once he reached her cotton bra, he stopped and reached up, pulling the material down until her breasts were exposed. Merlin, she was beautiful. Ophelia sucked in a quick breath as the cold air hit her, but he bent down again quickly, taking one into his mouth as he ran the other nipple between his fingers. She gasped again, her back arching.
“Merlin, Charlie,” she breathed, rubbing against him. He chuckled slightly causing a shiver to her run through her body that he could feel. He then continued down, leaving a trail of hot kisses down her stomach. As he neared the button of her denims, he felt her tense slightly. Stopping, he looked up at her, finding she was breathing heavily as she stared up at the night sky.
“Are you okay?” he asked, suddenly worried he was doing something wrong. Ophelia looked down at him, a faint smile on her face.
“It’s… it’s fine… just… never had anyone…” she stopped, looking away as though she was too embarrassed to say it out loud. Charlie smiled slightly and pressed a gentle kiss just under her navel.
“I won’t… if you don’t want to,” he said softly. He felt her fingers in his hair, pulling him gently to look up as she met his eyes.
“It’s… aye… I want it,” she said, barely loud enough for him to hear. “I trust you.” Charlie smiled as he undid the button, pulling her denims and panties down slowly, kissing down her legs as he went.
Soft moans came from her lips as he began kissing back up, moving slowly and not wanting to scare or overwhelm her. Ophelia rubbed her thighs together and he could feel the warmth radiating from her core before he got close. He stopped at her knees, kissing one and then the other as he gently nudged them apart. He then kissed up the inside of one leg, before moving to the other. Gradually, Ophelia began to relax more, her legs falling apart for him.
She began shaking slightly as he neared her heated core. He then nudged his nose against her swollen clit as she moaned, this time a bit more loudly. He smiled a moment before taking into his mouth, sucking on it gently.
“Oh… Christ…” she moaned, her hips rising up to meet him. He sucked on it a bit more before dipping his tongue inside her, taking in her wetness. “Ch… Charlie…”
He set a steady pace, bringing his hand up and sliding a finger inside her as he returned to her clit. Her head fell back as she arched off the mattress, her hips matching his pace.
Charlie felt himself become harder, becoming more and more turned on by her reaction to his touch. But he could wait for his own release.
Her fingers snaked through his hair again, becoming more urgent as she pulled him closer. Reaching up, he held her hips in place with one hand, though he quickened his pace, adding another finger and curling them slightly as he stroked the spot deep inside her that had her legs shaking.
“Oh… fuck…” Ophelia hissed, her hips still moving as her legs closed around him. He chuckled and the sensation had her bucking more. He could feel that she was getting closer and began moving faster, encouraging her closer to oblivion.
It didn’t take long before her walls clenched around his fingers and he felt her begin to flow into his mouth as a strangled scream erupted from her lips. He didn’t stop, lapping as much of it up as he could. He then sat up, looking down as Ophelia breathed heavily, her chest rising and falling. A smile pulled across her face as she looked at him, though he wasted no time undoing his trousers, pulling them down and then settling back on top of her.
“My god, Charlie,” she murmured against his lips. He kissed her deeply, allowing her to taste herself on him.
Before she could fully recover, he reached down and positioned himself at her entrance, easily sliding in.
Ophelia thought she was seeing stars as Charlie slid inside her, her back arching as her body met his. Her eyes flew open as he began kissing her neck and her view became the night sky. Wrapping one leg around him, she brought her hips to meet his, easily finding his rhythm.
Her body was already overloaded with everything. The feeling of Charlie sliding in and out of her, the waves of her last orgasm already starting to slowly build up into another one. His body against hers. His lips sucking at her neck. The stars shining above her. She held onto him tightly as his hand moved down her side and gripped her leg, before lifting it up and over his shoulder.
She moaned, feeling him hit deeper inside her.
Ophelia wasn’t sure what to focus on, so instead closed her eyes, allowing all of it to wash over her at once as Charlie’s pace sped up.
“Merlin, Ophelia…” Charlie growled against her neck as her legs tightened around him. He then met her eyes, his blue ones now smoldering with fire. She could feel the same fire burning through her.
Being with Charlie was far different from any other man she had ever been with, though it wasn’t as though she had a lot to go off of. But there was something about Charlie - he knew instinctively what to do to overwhelm her with pleasure in the best ways. They both knew how to move together, falling into synch without speaking.
“Merlin… I’m… I’m…” she murmured, the only words she could manage to get out. Charlie smiled as he took her mouth in a heated kiss.
“Let go,” he growled against her lips, now slamming into her.
Ophelia screamed his name into the quiet night, no longer holding back or worrying about who would hear as pleasure shot through her body like electricity. She held onto him for dear life as he continued thrusting and then a deep growl rumbled through his body as he reached his own finish.
When he stopped, Charlie closed his eyes a moment, leaning his forehead against hers as they both caught their breath. She could feel his heart beating in his chest, her own falling into sync with it.
Ophelia wasn’t sure how long they had been laying under the stars, but she found she didn’t much care. Time seemed to stop as they spent what felt like hours either talking, making love, or just staring up at the sky as comfortable silence settled around them like the warm blanket that covered them. All the while completely wrapped up in each other.
Ophelia wondered why she had never realized what a good listener Charlie was in all the years she had known him. She had assumed in school he was just another brash, loud Gryffindor like her brothers, not realizing he was introspective and far quieter than either Duncan or Oliver. When she spoke, she knew that he was listening.
She knew that she had never met anyone like him before – and likely never would meet anyone like him again. There was something safe about Charlie, despite the danger of his job. Something steady, but yet exciting at the same time.
Something that made her body hum in anticipation. As she lay there, studying his profile as he spoke fondly about the first dragon he ever cared for, Ophelia furrowed her brow, trying to put her finger on just what it was. That near indescribable thing that she felt when she was around him. Or even just thinking about him.
“I think… I think I love him…”
Ophelia’s eyes widened. Where had that come from? Surely that’s not what this feeling was. She couldn’t possibly be in love with him. She had only been in Romania in three weeks. It had only been one week since they had gotten together. Things like love took time to grow and develop.
But try as she might to push it from her mind or dismiss it as the side effect of Charlie being a satisfying lover, the more the words continued repeating over and over through her mind.
I love him. I love Charlie. I love him.
She looked up at the sky, managing to stay relaxed in his arms, not wanting him to sense that anything was wrong
Christ, there was no way she could say the words out loud to him now. He would go running for the hills, likely thinking her some immature young girl who fell in love with a different bloke every week. Which was decidedly not Ophelia.
She had to keep her wits about her.
Turning her head quickly, she looked up at Charlie, just now realizing that he had asked her question, though she had been so caught up in her own thoughts that she missed it.
“Sorry… what was that?” she asked.
“Is something bothering you?” he asked, his eyes full of concern.
“Course not,” she said quickly. Charlie continued to study her, clearly not believing her. She then sighed, a sheepish smile coming over her face. “I mean… just trying not to think too much about going back…”
“I ken, cannae help it,” she said with a sigh as she looked up at the sky. She felt Charlie run his thumb gently across her cheek and then guided her to look at him.
“Same,” he admitted, smiling slightly. “What a pair we make…” Ophelia chuckled as she snuggled closer to him before kissing him passionately. “Certainly, making sure that I won’t forget you when you leave, aren’t you?” he quipped afterwards, though he was slightly breathless, and Ophelia could feel his heartbeat speed up.
“Only repaying the favor from earlier,” she said. “Though… I think I could use some more convincing…”
A wicked smirk spread across Charlie’s face as he rolled on top of her, pinning Ophelia down as she smiled up at him.
“Oh, trust me… after this weekend you’ll never forget me…”