Disclaimer:I do not own Charlie Weasley or the universe of Harry Potter. I only own Blaire Ashville.

Rating: M

Word Count: 955

Summary: Blaire Ashville has had a major crush on Charlie Weasley since she met him. Unknowing to her, Charlie always thought she was pretty but he thought she hated him. Blaire has a year to tell Charlie how she feels or she's going to lose him forever to the Dragons.

Warnings: Sexual references, mild-language.

Ships:Charlie Weasley/Blaire Ashville (OC of mine).

Beta: None, nope, nada.

A/N: As you can see, I'm also re-writing this one. I wasn't happy with it at all. My friend said she really liked it, so I'm going to try re-write it for her, even I am confused with my own writing. How could I write something so bad? I swear if I could go back in time, I'd strangle myself, ugh. I hope this is slightly better, yeah? Reviews would be lovely! xo


Dragons or My Love?

Prologue

Blaire Ashville was a simple girl.

She had light, wavy brown hair with gorgeous hazel eyes with a tint of green in them.

She's never been a fashion queen.

She wore dresses, she wore jeans.

She wore her heart on her sleeve.

She was a self-proclaimed daddy's girl.

She has old-fashioned sensabilities.

She was your average kid next door.

So what did she have that a guy as handsome as Charlie Weasley would ever want?

Charlie Weasley was curious about her, to put it bluntly.

Since the first day they had met, she'd sparked an interest in Charlie.

Whenever he tried to approach her, she'd run from him.

Why?

Charlie just wanted to get to know her, so why was she running from him?

She avoided him like the plague. He didn't understand what he'd done wrong. He thought he'd been polite the first day they had met, so why didn't she want to be near him? Had she seen him do something she didn't like? Did she not trust him?

After three years and they hadn't talked, Charlie was starting to think she hated his guts until one day, they had a normal conversation and not one single thing confirmed the hatred he thought she had for him. She'd been ever-so polite and ever-so wonderful.

Charlie thought she was beautiful and thought about asking her to a Hogsmeade trip but he always chickened out and ran away before he could ask her. Blaire was always left confused, leading her to think he just didn't like her.

As soon as puberty hit, the girls flocked to Charlie like he was some kind of chick magnet. It sent the wrong signals to Blaire. She thought he basked in their attention and she was sure he was some kind of discreet manwhore.

Blaire began to distance herself from him, once more and never looked back. Of course, that's a lie, though, isn't it? She began to fall for him, just like everybody else.

At times like this, she wished badly for her mother to come back and explain to her what all these confusing feelings mean.

Every time the anniversary of her parents' death came around, she'd visit them. She'd sit there for hours, in front of their tombstones. She'd tell them about her life and what's been happening. Charlie would come up a lot but she just wished her mother could tell her what it all meant.

Blaire always felt far too plain compared to all the girls that threw themselves at Charlie. They were drop-dead gorgeous so what would Charlie see in somebody as ugly as her?

Blaire hated when the summers came around, she tried to stay at Hogwarts but the lady that looked after her at the Orphanage had asked her to come back for the summer. At least Blaire liked her room mates, they were pretty cool for a bunch of muggles.

Blaire wasn't prejudiced but after she'd gotten the courage, last year, to tell them what she was it'd been an ongoing joke between them. Blaire was afraid the Ministry would track her down for telling her best friends about magic. However, nobody came. She didn't get in trouble, it was weird. She's still on edge about it but she's glad her best friends know the truth.

They knew everything there was to know about Blaire, except how her parents died. That, she'd take to her grave. She still blames herself after all these years. It'll be almost ten years since they died but she couldn't bring herself to forgive herself for the lack of what she did.

She owes her life to something but she harbours unpleasant feelings about them. Why save her and not her parents? It made Blaire's blood boil whenever she thought about how she'd lived and her parents hadn't. She wished she could go back and change it but she knew there was a reason she lived and they didn't.

Blaire used to bring her mother's favourite flowers, to her tombstone, and tell her that when the time was right maybe she'd declare her feelings for him. Sometimes she'd close her eyes and imagine what her mother would say to that. She could almost see her mother smiling and telling her she was proud of the woman Blaire became.

Blaire Ashville wasn't just some, boring, average girl.

Charlie Weasley just wanted one chance to show her that she wasn't at all plain, boring or average, at least not to him.

She was the only one who made his heart skip a beat and she was the only one who would be able to convince him to stay.

His family couldn't convince him and neither could his friends.

So what was it about Blaire that made him want to stay?

Expect why would somebody as amazing as her want somebody as reserved as Charlie?


A/N: I hope this re-write is better than the original, the original makes me want to barf js. I love you all, please review! xo