A/N: written for Hogwarts (C&A) Fortnightly Challenges - going postal. Section 2 - Prompt: setting - Three Broomsticks.


2. Midnight Mouths

"In a room full of art, I'd still stare at you,"

Fleur burst into laughter, slapping the table in front of her. A few drops of butterbeer slopped out onto the table.

"I am to inform you that what you just said was the most horrible pick-up line I have ever heard," She said, in fits of giggles. "Charlie, how did you even know something like that?"

Charlie's freckled face turned red, and he looked down at the table.

"I shouldn't have read that book Fred and George gave me," he muttered, picking at a hole in the table cloth.

"Are you having a good time, my dears?" asked Madame Rosmerta, walking over to their table and taking away the empty beer bottles that Fleur had just drowned. Charlie looked up at her and nodded.

Rosmerta smiled at them and walked away.

"So what is it like to work with dragons, Charlie?" asked Fleur, resting her hand on her chin, listening in rapture.

And Charlie told her. He told her all about almost getting burned alive a few times, and showed her the small bite marks on his hands that were made by baby dragons. He told her about the climate in Romania, and he also told her the friends that he had. Not all of them humans.

When Fleur and Charlie went into the Three broomsticks together, Fleur only thought that the attraction went one way, which often happened to her. But as Charlie kept on speaking of his job and everything that he did, Fleur found that the attraction no longer went one way.

"You just made me hate dragons less, and after the first task, that is a very hard task to accomplish," said Fleur as they drained their drink and walked out of the Three Broomsticks arm in arm.

"Now, can I listen to you?" asked Charlie, throwing his head back as he laughed.

Fleur smiled and pecked him on the cheek. "Sure."