A/N: This is my first fanfic in Charlie's POV, and I dedicate it all to my best friend Gina for first giving me the idea and second helping me write it. Now on to the story.
Chapter 1: Of course bear brother.
Hi, my name's Charlie Weasley. I'm one of the many older brothers of Ron and Ginny Weasley, Harry Potter's best mate and girlfriend, and Fred and George the famous pranksters. My one and only older brother Bill married a half Veela who was also in the first Triwizard Tournament in almost forever at Hogwarts. My younger brother Percy works at the ministry and will some day be Minister of Magic, but right now he's still the biggest prat I've ever met.
Maybe being the second oldest child started out fun, I had Bill after all to look up to. But then Percy came and I was even happier, I wasn't the baby of the family anymore, after all. A short year later Fred and George appeared, the house has been filled with chaos ever since, then Ron, then Ginny.
Ginny is the first woman to be born a Weasley in centuries, my family is very protective of her, and Harry James Potter better watch where he rests his hands if he knows what's good for him. Ginny in taking after my mum in many ways, she has a fiery temper that I don't ever want to be on the receiving end of, and I tame dragons for a living!
Yes, I was getting to that part. I live in Romania on a dragon reserve and that's what I do for a living. The other people on the reserve and I love the animals and try to keep them hidden from the muggles as best as possible, I can't tell you how many burns I have on my body from the fierce creatures. Maybe that's because in the summer we all work without shirts on…so we get nice and tanned and burned if we're not careful.
Back to my childhood, after the twins were born Bill and I started keeping to ourselves more. He got older and went to Hogwarts eventually, leaving me with my bookworm brother and two havoc wreaking children. A few years later I got my acceptance letter to Hogwarts, ecstatic as I was, it wasn't everything for me. I took the essential classes and decided to take Care of Magical Creatures for my last four years. Bill was busy having girls follow him around to notice me anymore, so I did my studies and made a few friends, none of which I kept in touch with after school. Percy soon joined the Weasley ranks at school, and would always scurry off to his dorm to study or do homework. As I got older Bill realized how he had neglected me, his last year he made more time for our brotherly time and we became really close. Eventually he left, and I had girls following me to class instead of him. I had started getting stronger, and though I wasn't as tall as Bill, I was just as good looking, just as strong, and just as carefree.
After I left school I worked in the Magical Menagerie but decided it was too calm for me, after scouting around I learned about my new home. Romania. Mum cried when I told her about it, but Bill gave me a hug and told me not to get fried to a crisp. He told me he didn't like having dust in his room and my ashes wouldn't be a nice addition for him. So off I went, with a sack full of clothes, a bit of money, and a full life ahead of me.
A few years later Ron started writing to me about what home was like after I left, he told me all about Hogwarts and how he met Harry Potter himself. He told me about the Philosopher's Stone and how he and Harry, and his future best friend Hermione Granger went to make sure it never got to He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. Needless to say, I had never been more proud of him.
He sent me copies of the three of them, the Golden trio they were called, with lengthy letters describing their latest adventures. I kept all the letters and to this day they are kept in a show box in my dresser. Around Christmas time the next year I returned to the Burrow to find the house more cluttered then I remembered.
Bill, the twins, Ron, Ginny, mum; dad, Harry, and Hermione were all there for two weeks. Bill and I were sharing a room again, just like when we were growing up. Nostalgia kicked in while I made my way up the lopsided steps.
"Charlie, can I talk to you for a minute?" Ron asked me the night I got home. I had been reading a book on the couch, everyone else had gone to bed.
"Sure thing little bro," I replied putting the book to the side. "What's on your mind?"
"It's about Hermione." He started, the hem of my shirt got increasingly interesting. "I really like her, but I don't know how to tell her, and I don't even know if she likes me back." Just then an explosion sounded from outside followed by screaming. Female screaming. I ran as fast as I could to make sure everyone was alright, outside Hermione and Ginny were sitting on the porch a firework flying around their bodies. Fred and George were dead when I got back inside.
After freezing the firework in place and watching it fall to the ground, I ran to the girls who instantly clung to my arms looking for safety."
"It's fine now, the twins will be getting a mouth full from mum and I later. It's not going to happen again." I stroked both their backs in comfort, then hoisted them over my shoulders, the giggling and yells of disapproval sound as Ginny hit my back. Entering the house Mum was in fact red in the face from yelling, I snuck the girls upstairs to the room they were sharing.
"Thanks for saving us Charlie." Ginny said yawning and promptly snuggling into her bed.
"Are you alright Hermione?" I asked before I left.
"Yes, but do you think I could talk to you about….something?" the hem of her shirt was interesting too!
"Of course, do you want to go to the sitting room or back out to the porch?"
"The porch sounds fine." We made our way outside; I knew this had something to do with Ron, she was either asking my advice for how to get him to like her, or how to repel him. "See, I know Ron likes me-"
"-and you don't like him in that way and don't know how to tell him?" I finished for her. I'm usually correct with these things.
Sighing she replied. "Yes, I just don't know how I could date him when he's come to be like my brother!" She huffed and looked towards our pond.
"In my experience, when you're dealing with Ron telling him straight out is the best way to go." I said looking up at the half-moon.
"What's the best way to do?" a voice said from the door-way. Of course Ron had to make an appearance now.
"I'll leave." I whispered to Hermione, she nodded her thanks and I made my way inside, past a confused Ron. My room looked directly over the porch, so I ran upstairs and surveyed the exchange where no one could see me.
"You know, if you keep spying on her like that she's going to hex your bits off." Bill had come into the room and looked over my shoulder at my youngest brother and his friend. "Plus, Ronnikens might not like it too much."
"Too bad she doesn't like Ron." I retorted. "So it doesn't matter if he doesn't like it or not."
Bill stopped midway to his bed. "Did you just admit that you have feeling for her?"
"Of course not Bill, don't be stupid. She's too young for me right now, not even out of school and I've been working in Romania for the past three years."
"Doesn't mean you don't have feeling about her."
"Maybe I care about her the same way I care about Ginny. Does that satisfy you?" I snapped stripping down into my boxers and getting into bed.
"Of course my dear brother, of course."