Charlie Weasley was a popular guy. Prefect, Gryffindor quidditch captain, and all around fun guy. Everyone always seemed to want a piece of him. He didn't often mind but he today he had lost track of time while discussing the upcoming World Cup. Tonks was going to kill him for being late.
She was already on the stands when he arrived. Hanging upside down with her legs hooked under the seats above her. Her short strawberry colored hair blowing in the wind. She had obviously rushed here to meet him. Her school sanctioned skirt was making its way up her shapely legs, the tie that had been around her neck now twisted around her wrist.
"I rushed her after detention so I wouldn't be late and you are late. You prat!" She screamed when he finally caught her attention. She was being melodramatic as usual but her words caught his interest.
"Detention again? What you do this time?" He asked sitting down next to her, her smooth toned legs at eye level he had to force himself to look at her face.
She struggled to right herself, flinging her legs over his head. He hardly noticed her kicking him on the back of the head as he caught a glance at her red lacy panties. He faced forward trying to ignore the arousal he felt for her in that moment. He was a guy after all and despite that she was is best friend he couldn't help what turned him on.
"This stupid Slytherin girl made fun of my pink hair and you know I thought she'd love for her to match." He laughed loudly, if he knew Tonks as well as he thought he did some amusing mishap was coming and he was excited for it.
"How'd she like her hair?" He asked edging her to finish the rest of the story.
"Well she didn't," she said with a soft sigh. Something heavy was coming and Charlie was on the edge of his seat."I sort of set her hair on fire. I blame it on genetics if I didn't have my gift I might actually be decent at transfiguration charms, instead I set people's hair on fire." Charlie couldn't contain himself. Laughter came bounding out of him. His face burning as red as his hair.
Tonks punched him hard in the arm and his laughter stopped. For such a small girl, she really had power in her swing.
"Oow," he yelled rubbing the spot she had hit. "What the hell was that for?"
"I rushed out here, not changing out of my uniform, so I wouldn't be late. Then you were late, you prat." She repeated with a shake of her head.
"Just be lucky I deem you worthy of my time." He teased instinctively moving out of her wing span in case she decided to hit him again. She chuckled. The sounds was soft and familiar. Charlie had probably heard it a million times over the years but he'd never tire of it.
"Oh yes, how could I forget. All hail king Charlie the coolest boy in school." She gave him a mocking bow before she pushed him over on his side. Obviously he didn't move far enough away from her. "Oh wait that's your brother, Bill."
He placed a hand over his heart and pretended to swoon, over the heart ache her comment caused him.
"Ouch, that really hurt Nymphadora." He said a smirk on the corner of his lips. Her eyes darkened as she clenched her teeth. Her pink hair fluttered into into golden flames. He never tired of seeing her reaction to that name, maybe one day she would tell him why she hated her name so much.
"Don't. Call. Me. Nymphadora. " she said between clenched teeth. He laughed and her red hot rage simmered.
"We doing this or what?" He asked glancing out at the pitch. Between averting his thoughts and teasing her Charlie had almost forgotten why they had agreed to meet here in the first place. Last game Tonks had been knocked off her broom by a weak bludger. She had asked him to help her stay on her broom, by hitting bludger at her. He was kind of looking forward to it.
"Yeah let's go." She said before jumping up and heading towards the broom closet not waiting for Charlie to keep up.
He winced as the Bludger knocked her clear off her broom. Luckily she was only a few feet above the ground but when she hit the ground a dust cloud of dirt hid her from view for a moment. He could see the frustration festering inside her as she lay defeated on the ground.
Gracefully, Charlie landed and dropped his broom beside her. He nudged her foot with his boot and could not manage to keep his laughter to himself as she unleashed a string of profanities. Cursing the sun, air, ground, and him. She moved lightning fast, swinging her leg up and knocking his feet out from under him. His seeker reflexes were slowed down from the exhaustion of hitting those stupid and heavy Bludgers at her, he tried to brace himself for the fall but it was pointless. He landed with a grunt, ontop of her. He was suddenly very aware of every breath she took. Her heavy breath feathered against his neck, the dip and rise of her chest brushed against his. Logic left him, there was only this moment. He lifted himself off of her but his hands stayed cradling her hip, his eyes locked on hers. Those inappropriate thoughts he had tried so hard to push away returned. This was his best friend but at that moment all he could think about was how those soft, snarky lips of hers would taste. His fingers wondered, softly brushing up her side. Her eyes fluttered closed and her roses pink lips parted. He was so close, just a few more inches and he would finally know if she tatted as sweet as she smelled. Even now, covered with dirty and sweat there was a soft sense of strawberries on the air around her.
Her eyes burst open and he jumped back, logic forced its way back into his brain. Tonks was his friend, it was crazy to start thinking like this. He couldn't stand the idea of losing her as a friend.
"It's getting late." She said brushing a strand of her hair out of her face. He nodded and focused on getting him mind on something else while she talked. "I'll see you at Herbology tomorrow?" She pushed past him and snatched her broom that had falling at least ten feet from where she had. He smiled cheerfully as he dusted of his pants.
"Be a good girl and don't set anyone on fire on your way to the castle." She forced fake malicious laughter, but even that sound was pleasant to Charlie's ears.
"Very funny." She had started walking out of the pitch but turned around for a brief moment. "I make no promises." She said with a wave of her fingers. It was just like her to leave before they cleaned up after themselves. Tonight however Charlie didn't mind doing it alone.