"Wotcher, Weas!" was all Charlie heard before the large thump that confirmed his suspisions that it was his best friend.
"Hey Dora," He said as he helped the magenta haired girl off of the library floor. He saw a shocked first year staring at them. Charlie caught himself wondering if the boy was staring because he knew that if you called the girl by her first name, Nymphadora, you had better be prepared with every possible counter jinx on the planet. He wasn't quite sure why she let him call her Dora, maybe it was because he let her call him Weas or maybe it was just because she knew that he was the only person in their year who could jinx just as well as she could. Of course, it could be because he was Charlie Weasley after all.
"What are you smirking about?" Dora raised one of her hot pink eyebrows at him.
"Just thinking about that note you showed me the other day." They both laughed at the thought of it. She had found it on a table in the Hufflepuff common room.
Dora screwed up her face for a moment until she had platinum blonde hair, sparkling blue eyes and supermodel features. She batted her long eyelashes at him as she started reciting the contents of the letter.
"Charlie Weasley is sooooo perfect." She sighed and held her hands against her heart. "With his flaming red hair and amazing warm chocolate brown eyes, he is a sex god!" She practically moaned the last part., which made Charlie laugh so hard that his eyes watered. Madame Pince had been walking towards them but after hearing part of Dora's performance, she quickly turned on her heel and went back to her happy place of books and labels.
"He has totally got the whole 'I'm a jock but I'm also a rebel who loves dragons'. Which by the way, the whole dragon thing is soooooo hot. I mean he's going to be risking his life everyday just to take care of a creature. Isn't that adorable?" Charlie literally fell out of his chair because he was laughing so hard.
The first year who had given them a shocked look before was flat out staring at them now and somehow that made it even funnier. The best friends were sitting on the floor still in fits of giggles when Madame Pince came over and kicked them out for disturbing the silence.
Charlie thought of the way that they had met, it wasn't really all that different from how most of their meetings started, with Dora falling. That time it just happened to be into his lap. It was on the Hogwarts train at the start of their third year and the door to Gryffindor Quidditch team's compartment had been open. The train lurched forward and the girl with turquoise hair who was unfortunate enough to be walking down the corridor, fell head over heels and right into Charlie's lap. He didn't really remember what happened after that but he didn't think that it really mattered because what ever he had done had ended up with him having the best friend he could imagine.
He didn't care if people thought that she was weird because of the way she dressed or the fact that she would randomly change her hair color or the way that she couldn't walk ten feet without falling. He wasn't perfect either even though there were quite a few girls who apparently thought that he was.
He looked over a Dora as they walked with no real purpose. He knew that he would never have to be the 'jock who's actually a rebel' with her because she didn't want that. She just wanted him, Charlie.