Hello! I know its been awhile! Sorry about that but I haven't had much motivation, but now I do! This is thanks to two of my friends, Lexi and Stephanie who helped with this idea. I DON'T OWN ANYTHING!

Charlie Weasley was excited about his brother getting married. It was only a few days away and everyone was busy getting the house and everything else ready for the big day. Although Charlie was excited, he also missed being in Romania. He had a passion for studying and working with dragons and you don't get that in England.

Since he was so busy working, he never really dated much. When it came time to choose between dating and dragons, he chose the latter. That's not to say that he had no love life. He was actually quite popular with the ladies, though not the ladies that would receive much approval. Charlie was use to going out at night and picking up a nice Romanian hooker for a one night shag. He knew all the places to get the most skillful and most attractive hookers and, since he was such a frequent visitor, they all knew him by name.

It was late at night and Charlie wasn't tired at all. He had a lot of energy that he needed to get rid of. If he was still home in Romania, he wouldn't have a problem, but being in England posed a problem. He decided that he would go out and see what he could find; if he could find any lovely ladies to help him that would be wonderful, or he would wear himself out looking.

Charlie mounted his broom and set out. He had a suspicion as to where some might be, so he set off toward the darker spots of Diagon Alley. He smirked when he spotted several feminine looking figures standing on one corner.

As Charlie got closer, he could tell that they had a charm placed on them, blurring their true imagine. He decided that he was fine with this and approached one. "Hey, sexy, how would you like to mount my broom?"

"Charlie?" said his chosen hooker in a voice that sounded awfully like-

"MUM!" screeched Charlie, completely mortified.

The figured waved her arm, casting the charm off. Indeed, standing before him was his mother, Molly Weasley, wearing an outfit he wished to never ever see her in again.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!" yelled Charlie, still in shook of trying to pick up him own mother.

"I could ask you the same thing! Did you even bother to leave a note in case anyone woke up and discovered you missing? I bet you didn't! Honestly! With everything going on these days you could have the family worrying sick about you!" Mrs. Weasley lectured, just like she would at home.

"Did you leave a note, Mum?" Charlie asked, playing her same game. Mrs. Weasley quickly shut her mother and looked her son dead in the eye.

"Go home and back to bed and don't mention this to anyone. Actually, it would be best if you just forget this ever happened," Mrs. Weasley said firmly.

"Merlin knows I'll do everything in my power to forget this," Charlie said, gripping his broom and preparing to take off.

"Love you, deary!" Mrs. Weasley called as her son took off and flew out of sight.

As Charlie took off into the night, he vowed never to try to pick up an English hooker again.

Well I hope you thought this was entertaining like I did! Please R&R!