AN: This is a story about Charlie Weasley and an OFC that I created and play on a lj that a friend of mine and I decided to roleplay. For more indepth information on Liz Hirazaki, go to about me page. Hope you enjoy the moving story of the two of them.

Taking Things Slow

Chapter 1

Warmblooded Furniture

She'd had a rough day. It was an off day, which meant broom lessons. And while she was getting better, she still fell off way to often. So coddling more bruises then she'd ever had before, all she could think about was a long, hot, relaxing bath. Then she'd wrap herself in big baggy clothes to watch a muggle movie. Being half and half meant she could take pleasure in such muggle things.

She only hoped no one would bother her. Whenever she just wanted to relax, something would happen to drag her away. It was just for that reason she missed being back at 12 Grimmauld. However, she wouldn't trade Charlie or the dragons in for the world.

Which reminded her. She hadn't seen Charlie for a while. She wondered where he'd gotten off too. Deciding he probably went off to help Edgars or Strinks she headed towards the hut unworried. At the door, she stretched out her sores then pushed it open. Decently dark inside it further convinced her that Charlie was out on the reserve.

Heading towards her room, better known as the 'blue room', she thought she heard a noise from the bathroom, but decided it was a trick of her mind and walked into her room.

Opening up her dresser she looked for a pair of baggy pajama bottoms and cute little tee. Finding a pair of blue bottoms and a tee with a pixie on it to match, she pulled them out and laid them on her bed. Summoning a towel to her, she took off her grimy, cut-up jeans and loose grey t-shirt leaving her in nothing but her knickers.

Running her free hand through her ebony hair, she walked to the bathroom, immodestly. Humming a little tune to herself she opened the bathroom door thinking of nothing but a long, cleansing bath. Until she was greeted with steam, running water, and a face damp with red curls.

"Charlie!" She yelled, surprised.

"Lizzie…" He seemed surprised, but was much more composed. That was until he noticed her state of undress.

Liz noticing his gaze piercing at her body suddenly remembered she was in only her undergarments. With a quick movement she had her towel wrapped tightly around her.

Charlie was surprised she was in here. She had obviously been distracted, not noticing him right away. It wasn't like her to barge in places without knocking. Not that he horribly minded her showing up in the bathroom half-naked. He was disappointed at her covering up, however.

Liz noted his disappointment and smirked a little, but quickly wiped it from her face. They were taking things slow, she reminded herself. Still that didn't mean she couldn't take pleasure from the knowledge he liked looking at her half-naked. Nor could she deny herself the pleasure of looking at his wet upper body.

He was well chiseled. And tan; though all the freckles made him almost always look tan. His curly red hair was sticking to his neck and forehead; some of it was falling into his eyes. She wanted nothing more than too wipe it away and kiss him. But she held herself back; they were taking things slow she reminded herself a second time.

Charlie watched as her face showed every thought and emotion that she felt. He was tempted to grab her arm and drag her into the shower with him, ripping her knickers off as he went. But he knew she wouldn't appreciate it t'all, and decided against it.

Liz began to back up towards the door, trying not to look at him. Charlie smiled at her, admiring the blush that was slowly creeping up her shoulders and face.

"Sorry for the intrusion…I'll um…well…sorry." And with that she opened the door and headed out.

Running to her room she began leaning against her wall, and slid down it curling up, turning red all over. Now that she was away from him, however, she pondered longer on Charlie Weasley. He was gorgeous she decided.

He was well chiseled from both Quidditch and working with dragons, and his skin was an amazing bronze colour. His hair was a short, unruly mess of brick red curls. His brown eyes always sparkled with life, and when he smiled, she just wanted to melt. Liz didn't even want to think about the body she hadn't gotten to see. He was only a room away from her, and defiantly didn't need to be thinking of things like that. They were taking things slow, she reminded herself…again.