AN: Written for StoryGirl02 and her Notebook Quotes Challenge.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
Between the Lines
by maybeknot
Charlie sat in his room in Romania, surrounded by pieces of paper. Three hundred and sixty five pieces, to be exact. He wrote to her every single day. For a year. And she always wrote back.
Then how come she hadn't told him that she had fallen in love with a werewolf? His mother had to tell him. His mother had to tell him that his best friend, Nymphadora Tonks, and fallen in love.
He loved Tonks more than this Lupin guy ever could. He wrote to her. And she wrote back.
I'm meeting all sorts of people here, Charlie! Like Snuffles and his best friend, Remus. He's actually really nice.
Why didn't he read between the lines? He should have known she meant "I met my cousin's best friend and he's really nice. And cute. And an older. I think it's love at first sight, Charlie."
No, Charlie shook his head. He was being ridiculous. There was no way that she knew she loved him so early on. He picked up another paper.
I crashed at HQ today, and when I woke up, I got your letter. I wrote this as I ate the omelet that Lupin made (hence the food stains, sorry). You got hurt? How are you? The burns aren't too bad, are they?
He should have read between the lines here too. "Lupin made me an omelet, cause he's a great cook, unlike you. If you learned to cook better, Charlie, maybe I'd love you."
No, that was even more ridiculous than the previous one. Tonks wasn't that mean. Maybe that's when she fell in love with Lupin though. Cooking's the way into a girl's heart, right?
HQ was too loud, 'cause Snuffles couldn't shut his mum up, so Remus and I went to that café you like to discuss everything.
Now, that was a date. No doubt about it. Sirius' mum was always too loud. And now she was calling him Remus. If she wasn't in love before, she was in love now.
It didn't make sense though. How come he hadn't seen any of this earlier? How come he couldn't read between the lines. Maybe then, it wouldn't hurt as bad…
Charlie picked up all the letters, and one by one, he threw them into the fireplace.
They didn't matter anymore. Nothing did. The girl he loved was in love with someone else.
He sat there, in front of the fireplace, and watched the letters, and his dreams, disappear forever.
He didn't need them anyway.
He didn't need anyone.
AN: Reviews much appreciated.