**Written for Camp Potter: Fireworks Show, Week 3 and the Big Sis/Lil' Sis competition: Round 3**
Love isn't always magic
i.
.
red-haired,
stocky,
and bloody gorgeous
.
Charlie Weasley
.
Weasleys weren't meant to make you feel like this.
You are meant to hate them
for being blood-traitors
.
Look in the mirror;
What's happening to you?
It's a Weasley!
.
ii.
.
'Weasel!'
'Weaselette!'
You weren't going to stop insulting his siblings,
even though Charlie was there in your mind.
'Hush, Draco. Stop.'
.
iii.
.
Hell.
That's what your life is,
your seventh school year.
(and possibly your last year among the living)
Yet you look at the stars before you sleep,
hoping,
wishing,
that it'll all be over soon,
and that you'll see your Charlie Weasley again.
.
iv.
.
S.i.l.e.n.c.e.
Move away,
he doesn't even know you exist
.
v.
.
He's now your protector.
.
You expect silence
but he's talkative and you can't help but wonder
what's going on inside his head.
.
It's hard
keeping your feelings to yourself.
He notices
but you refuse to submit to him
(though how you wish you could)
.
It's all too much
his chatter,
his lips.
You have courage,
(more now than ever before)
and you kiss him,
simple as that.
He takes a few moments, but he kisses you back.
(But that's a different story altogether)
