Chapter 1 - the one where he should have listened to Lily and then had to relive all the stupid things he'd done. (Well, all of them involving her.)
Fuck.
Fuck!
Fuck fuck fuck!
Charlie Weasley had just been bitten by a Sutarebil. A small, puppy-like creature whose venom just so happened to release any and all inhibitions its victim had. Charlie had about thirty seconds before he succumbed to his greatest desire and he was currently surrounded by twenty or so students all looking at him intently.
"I need someone to blindfold me and take me to Professor Black, immediately!" Charlie said, clamping his eyes shut and waiting for someone to do as he'd asked.
"Professor Weasley..." Christie McKinnon's sweet, syrupy voice spoke from beside him. "Sir, you mustn't worry, whatever you do is not your fault..."
Dammit! He should have listened to bloody Lily Potter! She told him Christie had a thing for him and to be careful. He was now quite worried she'd done it on purpose, 'accidentally' letting go of her pup so he'd have to catch it and suffer the bite, in the hopes his release of constraint would see him set his lips on hers.
Charlie had been working as the Care of Magical Creatures Professor for nearly a whole year now, and his good looks alongside his being the youngest teacher at Hogwarts saw a lot of unwanted attention from the female students. Lily Potter was the Potions Professor and Sirius Black was Transfiguration Professor. Why on Earth Headmistress McGonagall hired Sirius Black after his Hogwarts days as Padfoot was beyond Charlie but he loved her for it nonetheless. He'd become as thick as thieves with Sirius in the few short months he'd been there.
Now the venom had a proper hold on him, it was all Charlie could do but curse once more before his eyes snapped open and he began marching back towards the school with her in the forefront of his mind. He was too late and his students hadn't listened to him. In the back of his mind, he knew he was likely to get sacked if he ran into her before the venom wore off. His intentions were anything but innocent and she was still a student even if she was of age. On his journey back towards the castle he couldn't help thinking over all the little moments that brought him to this point, where he was seeking her out because she was his heart's deepest desire.
He'd known her for several years, and known of her for much longer. He'd met Hermione Granger when she was fourteen, a few weeks shy of fifteen. She was one of his youngest brother's best friends, along with Harry Potter. The three of them made a trio of sorts. He still remembered the look of anguish on her face as she hovered over by the fence whilst he and Bill smashed a couple of tables together in some sort of mock fight. She was so torn between her amusement and her anxiety that Charlie couldn't help find her a little adorable. But that was three and a half years ago now and he'd barely been watching for the first two as she grew up into quite a remarkable young woman. When Charlie moved back from Romania to teach at Hogwarts he honestly didn't think he'd be falling head over heels for the witch. He knew she wasn't as goody-two-shoes as the majority of the student body thought, but he felt she was still a little vanilla for him.
