Based on characters created by J. K. Rowling
Chapter 2—Partying in Montello
Charlie finished his report regarding the Verdemalo-muggle incident and turned it in to the head office. Jack and Pete were waiting on him in the bunkhouse, which was what they called their dormitory. The three of them were off next two days and were planning to go to Mexico to party.
Charlie only had a few weeks before he had to report to the Flying American Red Dragons Quidditch training camp. He had heard rumors that the North American Quidditch League had made its decision whether to adopt the British and Irish Quidditch League Rules and would join the World Cup Alliance under the Ministry of Magic Department of Magical Games and Sports. Charlie hoped the rumor was true because he was anxious for his team to be eligible to play in the Quidditch World Cup. Last season, the team defeated Mexico at the North American Quidditch Tournament in Hamilton, Ontario, but after protests from the British and Irish Leagues, the Department of Magical Games and Sports disqualified the Reds because they played under the North American Quidditch League Rules.
But for now, he was ready to party with his friends. He just hoped that he wouldn't be called back to answer any questions about the incident. Not that that ever happened; he was thorough and precise with all his reports.
So much had happened over the past few months; it was a relief he was able to take a break. He told his friends that he didn't want to think about anything for the next two days, and if he passed out somewhere, just make sure they got him back in time to go to work.
By dusk, they were well on their way to the Mexican wizard cuidad, Montello, near the muggle town of Juarez. There was a large wizard population in Mexico, about three times the size of the nearest American wizard community. Montello, a resort community was packed with tourists from all over. The tourists were mostly young, coming of age crowd. It seemed like every witch who turned 17 was in town that weekend.
The first bar they went into was packed; they could barely turn around. Jack and Pete had lived secluded on the dragon preserve for a long time and weren't used the sheer numbers of beautiful nubile females flirting around. And they traveled in packs.
One of the things that Jack and Pete liked about their friend Charlie was his ability to pick up women. He was a master. It didn't hurt things that he was a celebrity within the wizard community either. He was a schmoozer and a charmer and people, especially women, loved him.
Charlie was about to suggest another place, when a table came open and they quickly sat down. Charlie bought the first round and came back with a bottle and three glasses and four beautiful women. He introduced the men to the girls and after the giggling subsided they sat down. The girls were drinking fruity touristy drinks. It was probably the first time that they were able to buy alcohol, and chose the drinks they had heard of. It wouldn't take much of the sickeningly sweet drink to make him drunk or throw up. But they pretended that they had done all of this before. Jack was worried that the girls were underage, but Charlie assured them that they were at least 17.
"Charlie told us that you work with dragons, is that true?" one of the girls said, leaning close to Pete.
Pete turned bright red, and stammered, "Yes ma'am." He was polite if not coherent.
"That is so cool. Is it dangerous?"
Charlie wrapped an arm around Pete's neck. "It's a very dangerous job. Dragons are fire breathers, you know? Pete, Jack and I are wranglers; we capture dragons, hunt dragons that have escaped from the preserve and rescue people who get in the dragons' way. It's a fascinating job. Plus we work in the desert, it's very beautiful. I'd like to show you sometime, if you're interested."
"Oh absolutely," squealed the petite blond witch. Her hands went on Charlie's chest. "Could you show me now? Can we see a dragon?" she said, suddenly remembering she was with her best friends.
"Later," he promised with a sexy smile.
Jack was busy with two of the girls. They were fascinated by the stories he told of his adventures.
As the night progressed, the girls got drunker and a little looser. Before too long Pete and Jack were being aggressively mauled. Two girls were beginning to fight over Jack and Pete hadn't come up for air in twenty minutes. He was busily making out with the extremely attractive red head. They were making out on the dance floor. Charlie didn't believe they were really dancing, they seemed to be grinding into each other, looking like they were about to crawl down each other's throats.
The girl Charlie was with made it very clear what she wanted and what she was ready to do. They were making out passionately. She was sitting on his lap. Charlie looked around and saw that the same behavior was going on at the other tables. He wouldn't have been surprised if he saw other couples actually having sex on the dance floor.
They had finished the first bottle of tequila, and Charlie was about to order another one. He hailed a server, but as he did some man who was with a group of 20 – 25 year olds, recognized him and made his way to Charlie's table. Charlie was distracted by the young lady, so he was completely off his guard. But when the man laid his hand on Charlie's shoulder, instinct took over and he the grabbed the man's arm. The man looked horrified and Charlie released his arm.
The girl was thrown back a little and was knocked to the floor, her robe slipping high on her thigh. Embarrassed she pulled her robes down and Charlie helped her up.
The man apologized. He recognized Charlie, he thought.
"Do you play for the Red Dragons?" he asked.
Charlie sat the girl back on his lap before answering. "Yes," he said.
"You're their seeker, Charlie Weasley."
"Yes," he said. He was starting to get annoyed. He wanted his attention focused on what the young lady was doing. "Can I help you with something?" She was kissing his neck and her hands were all over him.
The man wouldn't take a hint. "I'm a huge fan. I think we were robbed last year."
"Yes, it was unexpected."
Charlie's mum had always told him to be polite, but he was getting more and more turned on and annoyed by the Quidditch fan. Surely this guy didn't want to talk strategy. Couldn't he see Charlie was busy? The man simply wouldn't go away.
Finally out of frustration, Charlie got up to go to bathroom. He kissed the girl soundly telling her he'd be right back. She nodded and giggled. "Hurry back," she said.
The man followed him. What was going on?
"Do you mind?" he asked turning around Charlie was afraid the man was going to run into him. "Unless you want to hold my dick while I'm in the bathroom, I suggest that you back the fuck off."
The man got real defensive. "Asshole," he taunted him. He pushed Charlie. Charlie was solidly built and never backed down from a confrontation. But the man was apparently drunk enough that it impaired his judgment.
"One more time," Charlie said to the man. "Back off."
The man was beginning a tirade about how Charlie didn't care for his fans,; which was total nonsense, of course, but he wouldn't shut up. He started to draw his wand when Charlie hit him in the solar plexus with his fist. The man dropped the wand and fell down hard.
"I tried to be nice," he said to the collapsed body. "Now bugger away." He turned and went into the men's room.
By the time he got out of the bathroom, the man's friends had come to his aid, pissing him off even more.
"Okay, so you want to duel?" Charlie asked calmly.
The fan nodded confidently. By this time Pete and Jack had joined Charlie's side.
Pete sidled up to one of the man's friends and said, "You know that Charlie has killed someone in a duel before?"
The man paled slightly, but said, "You're lying."
"No," Pete said, shaking his head. He was not smiling. "I'm not."
Actually, it wasn't a duel, it was a battle fought in a warehouse where a band of dark wizards had kidnapped a friend of his and he was trying to save her. He hadn't used a killing curse, but a powerful stunning spell that send the witch, an evil psychopath named Muireann head on into a concrete wall, fracturing her skull. He also had killed three vampires by using the Sectumsempra spell.
The fan's friend looked at Pete trying to figure out whether he was telling the truth. It seems he remembered something about Charlie in the papers, getting some kind of something from the Secretary of the Department of Magic. The actual battle was not disclosed, but the Secretary had memorialized a woman who was killed by dark wizards and that the dark arts had taken a stronghold in America and the Department of Magic was committed to fighting it.
Just maybe he wasn't trying to bull shit him to get his friend to back down. He whispered something in his friend's ear, but he shook him off.
"I'm ready," the man said drunkenly. "Let's go outside."
Charlie shook his head. "I don't want to fight you. I'm a little drunk and I said it out of anger. I was in the middle of trying to impress a young lady, you understand. I don't want to do this." He stuck out his hand.
The fan's friend shook his hand and said, "I'm a big fan, Mr. Weasley. Sorry to bother you."
Charlie patted the man on his shoulder. "Thanks. No problem."
But the fan didn't want to let it go. "You a coward, Weasley?"
Charlie nodded. "That's right. You're right."
"And you're a pussy."
"Absolutely." Charlie smiled. He turned to walk away. He left him still talking to his back.
Charlie, Jack and Pete went back to their table. The girls had been watching curiously.
"What did you say to that man?" the blond, whose name was Merry (as in Christmas, she giggled) asked.
"It was nothing." Charlie said dismissively. "Where were we?"
Merry giggled and launched at him. She was back in his lap, kissing him as if he had been away for months instead of a few minutes. "I missed you," she pouted, kissing his lips and neck.
"Me too," he said kissing her back.
"Do you want to go back to my room?" she asked.
"Oh yeah," he said pulling her up as he stood up. They managed to make it to Merry's room. They stood outside her door before she found the key to let them in. Charlie was concentrating on pulling off his shirt and her blouse.
"We have to be real quiet," she warned, putting her finger to her lips, "my parents are right next door."
Charlie froze. "Are you serious?"
She nodded coyly. "It's okay." She said, trying to pull him forward when Charlie backed away from her abruptly. She lunged at him again, but this time he held her back. He was not prepared to get jinxed by an angry mother or worse by a protective father. He liked all his body parts, thank you, especially the ones he planned to use again.
"Sorry baby," he said kissing her soundly on the lips, "But I have to go." He put on his shirt as he walked out the door.
