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Ophelia huffed slightly as she hurried down the corridor, her arms laden down with scrolls and files. It had been a few more days and they were up to their eyebrows in work. It was coming up on the end of their first week working on the proposal and it seemed every time she looked up, another hour had passed, and they were no closer to being ready.

Not to mention, she hadn’t received any word from Charlie. She tried to assure herself that perhaps he was just busy. And that it takes a while for owls to get to Romania and back again. That he wasn’t ignoring her now that they were apart.

Long distance was proving to be far more difficult than she thought.

While Charlie was never far from her mind, she missed him. It was a far cry from being able to wake up in his arms every morning, she found. Or speak to him whenever she wanted. Perhaps she would try flooing him tonight. See if he was around. Surely, he wasn’t avoiding her.

Ophelia came to a stop just outside the main office, her eyes widening as her heart clenched. No, she was not going to think that way. Charlie had assured her that he wanted this to go on. That it wasn’t over just because she was back in Britain. They were still together. She still loved him. Everything was fine.

“Everything’s fine,” she muttered to herself as she started walking again.

Regardless, she was in the middle of a large work project and needed to focus. She could worry about Charlie in the privacy of her flat after work. Perhaps she’d have Daria come over and they could discuss it over a bottle of wine. The no-nonsense Slytherin would talk some sense into her.

Turning the corner, she walked into the office and stopped, seeing a large bouquet of flowers sitting on her desk through the open door of her office. Immediately, her heart began beating faster as a smile came over her face.

“They came while you were out,” Leanne said, stepping up to her side and speaking softly. “From your dragon tamer, maybe?”

Ophelia looked over at the flowers and nodded.

“Likely,” she said breathlessly, finding herself deliriously happy all of a sudden. She knew that he hadn’t forgotten about her.

“Looks as though Wood’s got an admirer,” Bletchley said. Ophelia looked over, eyes wide, and seeing him standing with some of the other blokes. “Pray tell, just who could it be?”

Her cheeks turned pink as the others waited for her to answer, though she couldn’t help but feel a bit flustered being under the spotlight.

“It’s no yer concern,” she said, quickly stepping over to her office and not wishing to put her relationship on display. Bletchley chuckled.

“I think I know who it is,” he sang. Ophelia stopped again as she looked over at him, sure her face was the color of a tomato right now. He just winked at her and she hurried into her office. She quickly put down the things in her arms on the desk and stepped over to shut the door, her eyes still on the flowers.

They were large and rather nice-looking roses, though they wouldn’t have been her first choice. And it seemed a bit unlike Charlie to send her roses. This was the bloke that collected a bouquet of wildflowers one day when they were out working in the field. Roses seemed too… traditional and impersonal. Stepping over, she pulled out the note and opened it, eager to see what Charlie had said.

Congrats on the job. Just wanted to say it was nice running into you the other day and I hope we can meet again soon.

Marcus Flint

Ophelia’s eyes widened as she looked up at the flowers and then back down at the note. Marcus Flint had sent her flowers? Bugger, this was not what she was expecting. And it seemed he had been interested in her after all.

“Fuck’s sake,” she muttered under her breathe. Even if she wasn’t currently dating Charlie, she wasn’t sure if she would be interested in dating Flint. Oliver would lose it, that was for sure. Had already lost it over the fact they had lunch together.

Not to mention, she just wasn’t attracted to him, though she was coming around to the idea of being friends.

Frowning, she walked over and sat down, staring at the flowers. Now she understood Bletchley’s ribbing. Perhaps he had talked Flint into sending flowers. Seemed like something he would do.

There was a knock on her door, and she looked over, still frowning. Sighing she got up and walked over, pulling it open to see a grinning Bletchley standing there.

“Do you like them?” he asked. Ophelia rolled her eyes.

“Do not need yer cheek right now,” she grumbled, shutting the door.

“Come on, Wood! Give the bloke a chance!” she heard him shout through the door. She huffed as she glanced at it and then walked over to her desk, staring at the flowers as she started going through various scenarios of letting Flint down gently. Sending a note would be the easiest way, but she felt slightly bad about letting him down through a letter. Wouldn’t the mature thing to do be to tell him in person?

Another knock sounded on her door. Growling slightly, Ophelia turned and marched over to open it.

“I told ye, Bletch-”

She stopped speaking as her eyes widened again and she lost the ability to fully process her thoughts or even speak.

“What? No hello?” a grinning Charlie asked, a small bundle of flowers in his hand and a knapsack on his shoulder.

Ophelia blinked a few times before reaching out and touching his arm, making sure that it was really him standing there. He chuckled at the stunned look on her face. She then looked up at his face, a grin spreading.

“Merlin, I’ve missed ye,” she said before launching herself into his arms, relishing the warm strength that was Charlie Weasley. He laughed again as his arms came around her.

Ophelia was vaguely aware of the looks they were no doubt getting in that moment. Before anyone could say anything, she stepped back and pulled him into her office, shutting the door behind them. When she turned, Charlie had pushed her against the door, his hand against her cheek as he kissed her deeply.

“Merlin, we’re at my office,” she said breathlessly, though she knew she was grinning.

“Couldn’t help myself. Missed you too much to wait until you left work for the day,” he replied softly. Ophelia chuckled as she pushed him away and walked over to her desk.

“What are ye doin' here?” she asked, turning to face him.

“Got your letter and thought I would come congratulate you in person. Maybe offer some help if I could,” he said, still smiling.

“The sanctuary sent ye?” she asked. He shook his head.

“Got a fair amount of holiday time built up. Took a few weeks off,” he said. “Wanted to surprise you, which is why I didn’t write back.” Ophelia chuckled

“Well, I’m certainly surprised,” she said. “For a time there, I thought ye’d forgotten me.” Charlie grinned.

“Forget you, Ophelia Wood? Never,” he said, stepping up to her again and kissing her gently. He then glanced over at the flowers and then at her, his eyebrows raised in question.

“Oh, ehm… Oliver and Duncan,” she said, lying quickly. Though it felt wrong. He chuckled and stepped over to look at them. “Er, well… no.” He glanced over at her. “Marcus Flint. Apparently, Bletchley is trying to set us up. But trust me, there’s nothing going on there.” Her stomach began to twist slightly, worried about his reaction.

“Ah, so this is my competition,” he said, looking at the obviously expensive bouquet and then at the much smaller one in his hand. Ophelia sighed and stepped over to him, putting her hand on his cheek.

“There’s no competition when it comes to ye, Charlie,” she said softly, smiling at him. She then went on her toes and pressed a quick kiss to his lips before stepping back and taking the flowers from him. While not nearly as big as the roses, she found she liked it more - it was a collection of blue and purple irises. “These are beautiful.”

She looked up, seeing the red creeping up his neck a bit.

“I love them,” she said, turning and pulling out her wand. She waved it, calling over a vase over from a shelf and then filled it with water before putting the flowers in. “So, ye serious about helping?” She looked over at him.

“If you need it, of course,” he said eagerly.

“Good, because we’ve got loads of work and could use another set of hands and a head that knows dragons and reserves,” she said. “Come, I’ll introduce ye to the others.”

She held her hand out to him and Charlie took it. Sparks ran up her arm and she couldn’t nearly believe that he was here. That they were once again together.


Ophelia couldn’t but grin as she sat next to Charlie at the pub, his large hand on her knee as he spoke to Daria. She had answered immediately when Ophelia sent an owl about meeting for dinner and drinks. She glanced at her watch, wondering what was keeping her brothers. Though part of her worried about what sort of reception they’d have.

While they seemed okay with her dating Charlie, it was something much different to see it with their own eyes.

“What the- Charlie?”

The three turned seeing a shocked Duncan and Oliver standing there, mouths gaping. Oliver’s hair was damp, and his team bag was on his shoulder as though he had just come from training at the stadium. Duncan’s work robes were wrinkled and slightly dusty, making Ophelia wonder what case he had been working on that day.

Charlie stood and walked over to the two, smiling brightly.

“Good to see you, Duncan. Oliver,” he said, his hand out. Duncan looked down at it and then back at Charlie, his expression unreadable. Ophelia’s worry only increased.

Finally, Duncan accepted his hand, a strained smile on his face, though he shot a dark look at Ophelia.

“So that’s how it is now? Ye come to visit, and I find out through my sister?” Duncan asked, turning to Charlie.

“It was a bit of a last-minute decision,” Charlie admitted, though he looked over at Ophelia grinning. “Wanted to surprise her.”

“Well then, how’s Romania?” Oliver asked good-naturedly as he moved to sit down, Duncan following him.

While Oliver seemed more relaxed with Charlie being there, Duncan was closely watching Charlie as he moved to sit next to Ophelia. He frowned slightly when he put his hand back on her knee.

“Och, Duncan,” Ophelia chided, frowning at him.

“Cannae help it. Ye are my little sister,” Duncan replied, frowning at Charlie. “And he’s my mate.”

“We’ve known each other for years,” Charlie said. “Practically lived together for seven years. You know me.”

“Aye, I do,” Duncan said, narrowing his eyes slightly as Ophelia huffed.

“Seriously, stop it, Duncan. This is happening whether ye like it or not,” she said.

“I, for one, think it’s rather brilliant,” Daria said.

“Of course, ye would,” Duncan said, rolling his eyes. “Bet ye encouraged that whole shite with Figgs.”

“Flint,” Oliver corrected, now frowning as well. Ophelia’s face turned red as Charlie glanced at her, though she relaxed a bit when she saw his smile.

“I did not,” Daria said. “Though I, like Ophelia, don’t think he’s nearly as bad as you make him out to be. I do know him a fair bit better than you two, being in the same house and year. Not to mention our families are rather close. He’s not quite the tosser you make him out to be.”

“Slytherins… they all stick together,” Oliver muttered. Daria rolled her eyes and took a drink.

“Ehm, can we all just have a good time tonight?” Ophelia pleaded. “And get along. Charlie is still yer mate. I’m still yer sister. Just… we’re together now.” She looked at him, smiling.

“I swear, if ye are about to kiss, I’m leaving,” Duncan moaned. Ophelia and Charlie looked at him, seeing he had his face in his hands. They both started laughing.

“I promise – no kissing in front of you,” Charlie vowed. He squeezed Ophelia’s knee. Duncan rolled his eyes and then turned, ordering a drink as did Oliver.

“So, ye mum and everyone else know that ye’re here?” Oliver asked.

“Ehm… not yet. Like I said, wanted to surprise everyone,” Charlie said, reaching for his pint glass. “Though she likely knows by now, knowing her. Spies everywhere.”

“And ye brother works in the Ministry. Probably heard about ye showing up today,” Ophelia said.

“True,” Charlie said.

“How long are ye staying?” Oliver asked, reaching for his glass once it appeared.

“Couple of weeks,” Charlie said. “Helping Phillie out with her project and thought I’d stay until after the pitch. To celebrate and all when it goes through.” Oliver and Duncan looked over at her, causing her to blush slightly.

“How’s that going?” Oliver asked, directing the question to her.

“Good. Thought not sure how we’re going to get it ready in time,” she lamented. “So much to look into. Current laws. The financials. Havenae even been there to see what structures are still left, though should go soon.”

“What about this weekend?” Charlie suggested. “You and I could go out and take stock.” Ophelia smiled at him.

“I’d like that,” she said.

“Merlin, of course ye two would go on a date to an old dragon reserve,” Duncan said with a sigh. Ophelia and Charlie looked over at him, Ophelia wearing a hopeful expression. “Just because I’ve accepted… this… doesnae mean I like it… yet.”

Ophelia chuckled and shook her head.

“Ehm, suppose it’s no so bad,” Oliver admitted. Duncan frowned at his brother. “What? She’s right. Phillie’s an adult. It’s no like we can control who she dates. At least it’s not Flint.”

Ophelia rolled her eyes.

“Cannae let go of that,” she muttered, reaching for her drink.

The night continued on, with Duncan slowly coming around to them the more they spoke. Or rather, the more he drank. Eventually he took to teasing the two, which Ophelia wasn’t sure she liked any more than him being unhappy with them dating. But she supposed it was a good thing. At least he wasn’t threatening to clobber Charlie.

“So… ye are planning to go to Hebrides this weekend?” Duncan asked sometime later, a small smile on his face and a glint in his eye. Ophelia immediately became suspicious.

“Suppose, yea,” Charlie said easily.

“Ye ken, we have a monthly family lunch this weekend. Ye should come and then the two of ye can head to Hebrides from there,” Duncan said. “Maw and Da would love to see you again.”

Ophelia spit out her drink, causing Oliver to laugh and Daria to smile. The Slytherin lifted her glass to Duncan, thoroughly entertained by his quick thinking. Charlie grabbed a napkin and held it out to Ophelia. She should have known that’s where Duncan was headed.

“Ye sure about that?” she wheezed slightly, not looking at Charlie.

“I wouldn’t mind,” Charlie said. She looked up at him, her eyes wide. She had told her mother about them, yes, and it wasn’t as though they didn’t know Charlie. He had come over with Duncan a fair amount during summer holidays from school. Just as much as Duncan and Oliver had gone over to the Burrow, sometimes with Ophelia in tow.

But this was different. He was coming over to meet her parents as her boyfriend. That was a big step and she wasn’t sure if she was ready for it. But Charlie seemed completely at ease with the situation.

“I mean, if you’re okay with it, Phillie,” he said. She opened her mouth to speak and then shut it. Merlin, this conversation would be better without her brothers watching.

“Ehm… sure,” she said, giving in. She knew she couldn’t say no now, though she found that once she had said it, it didn’t seem so bad.

Surely it would be a normal Wood lunch. Nothing more just because Charlie was there. He smiled down at her and kissed her cheek. Duncan made a noise that sounded close to a gag. Charlie chuckled as he and Ophelia looked over at him.

“Gonna have to get used to a small bit of PDA, mate,” he said. Ophelia smiled a bit smugly at her brother. It was what he deserved for inviting Charlie to lunch that weekend.

“Fine,” Duncan said, rolling his eyes dramatically as Daria laughed loudly.

“Well, with that out of the way… another round of drinks!”


Ophelia laughed as she and Charlie walked into her flat later, reliving some of the more humorous bits of that night.

“I have never seen Duncan’s face that shade of red,” Charlie said as he shut the door.

“Och, me neither,” Ophelia said as she pulled off her outer robe and tossed it over the back of the sofa. She then turned to face Charlie as he tossed his knapsack on the floor.

It was then that she was vaguely aware they were in her flat together. Alone. Well, save for her animals. But still, no one to interrupt them. Her stomach fluttered slightly as a look came into his eyes and he walked over to her, wrapping his arms around her waist. He obviously had the same thought as he bent down and kissed her.

It was soft and gentle at first, but as Ophelia wrapped her arms around his neck, he pulled her closer until she was flush against his chest and he slid his tongue through her lips, deepening it with a soft moan as she knotted her fingers in his hair.

He began walking until Ophelia found herself being lowered to the sofa. She moaned as she felt his body pressing against hers, his lips leaving a hot trail to her neck. Though it had been less than a week, she felt as though her body was coming back to life under his touch.

For a moment, she thought she saw stars as he grinded his hips into hers and she could feel the bulge forming in his trousers.

“Merlin, Phillie,” he breathed into her neck as she rolled her hips to meet his. He lifted up slightly and she took advantage of the space, starting to undo the buttons of his shirt and then running her fingers over his chest.

His lips then came crashing down on hers again, this time kissing her hungrily as his hand slid down her side and then up under her skirt, massaging her thigh. All she could really think about in that moment was that they were both wearing far too much clothing.

And that her bed would be far more comfortable than the sofa.

Already, she could feel a familiar heat building up between her legs as she rubbed against him, trying to get any sort of friction that she could.

But then he pushed up and away from her, staring in her eyes.

“Stay the night?” she whispered. He smiled and bent down, kissing her softly, before sitting up on the sofa. For a moment, Ophelia worried. Had she done something wrong? Or had things changed?

“Merlin, I want to, but I know Mum’ll throw a fit if I don’t get there tonight,” he said, already doing up his buttons again. “She’d of no doubt sent me a Howler by now if she knew exactly where I was. Throw a right good fit that I didn’t stop by the Burrow first.”

“True,” Ophelia said, thinking to what she did know of the fiery Mrs. Weasley. Charlie then looked at her and smiled.

“It’s only the first few nights,” he said. “Sure, I can manage a night away while I’m here soon enough.”

Electricity flew through Ophelia’s body at the heated look he was giving her, and she relaxed. Everything was as it should be. He was just concerned about his mother and family. And honestly, Ophelia couldn’t fault him.

“Not to mention, she’ll want to hear about where I’ve been,” he continued. Ophelia’s eyes widened slightly.

“Does yer family… do they know about us?” she asked, her heart pounding.

“Bill does. Tell him everything. Not sure about the others, but sure they will soon enough even if I didn’t tell them myself,” he said. “You know how my family is.” Ophelia nodded. Hers was basically the same.

Charlie then leaned over and kissed her softly.

“Let me placate my mother and then I’ll be here every night, if you’ll have me,” he whispered against her lips. Ophelia couldn’t help but smile as she kissed him back.

“Of course,” she whispered back. He then stood and reached for his knapsack as Ophelia stood as well. She walked him over to the door.

“See you tomorrow at the Ministry?” he asked. She nodded and then kissed him again. “Goodnight, Phillie.”

She then opened the door and let him out, though he turned and kissed her one last time that had her veins on fire again. He then turned and walked away as Ophelia shut the door and leaned against it, a smile playing across her lips.

Charlie was here. Perhaps she would finally get her opportunity to tell him that she loved him.

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