I'm labeling this chapter T+. There are some light suggestive parts but nothing graphic. Also, I don't own Charlie Weasley. All hail the Queen!

Black

Charlie Weasley woke to the sun shining on his face through the open window. A light breeze flowed in with a chill signaling the nearing of fall. Next to him he could hear soft steady breathing. He got up slowly so as not to wake his sleeping girlfriend.

When he came back from the bathroom, she was still asleep. Some of the cover had fallen away and he stood for a moment taking in the sight. Madeline Wright, the prettiest girl in his year, was laying naked in his bed, and not for the first time either. He crawled back into bed and wrapped his arms around her. She stirred a little and moaned softly. Charlie pressed his lips to hers. She returned the kiss and pressed harder, deepening the kiss. Charlie pushed her lips apart with his tongue. He could feel her muscles tighten. He slid his hands down her bare back and let them rest low for a moment before moving back up to her hips and around to her front. She groaned as he moved his lips from hers and down to her neck, kissing gently making his way down to her collar bone. He stayed a moment there, sucking gently, grinning when he heard a gasp escape her. Slowly he moved farther down from her neck.

Charlie was standing at the stove cooking up some eggs. He turned to see Madeline standing in the doorway, freshly showered and wearing nothing but his old Quidditch sweater.

"Sex and breakfast. Aren't you just the best man a girl could ask for, Charlie Weasley?" She grinned wickedly.

"My brother taught me well how to treat a lady."

She came up behind him and wrapped her arms around him, resting her head on his back while he continued to cook. He turned around and gave her a light peck on the lips.

"There's tea on the table for you. This will be ready in just a moment."

She sat at the small wooden table in one of the mismatched chairs and poured herself a cup of tea, adding two lumps of sugar and a dash of cream. Charlie went back to the cooking and they were silent for a moment.

"What's this?" she asked after a moment.

"What?" he replied from the stove.

"A letter, it's from that dragon reserve in Romania. What do they want?"

"Oh." He turned to face her. "They were impressed with my test scores and recommendations. They've offered me a position."

"With dragons? In Romania?" her voice raising in pitch slightly.

"Uh, yeah," he responded sheepishly.

"Charlie, we've been over this a hundred times," she sighed, rubbing her forehead with her thumb and forefinger. "You can go play with dragons later. Right now you have four offers on the table to play Quidditch professionally. Why throw that away?"

"Mad, I've already told you, I'm not sure that I want to play professionally."

"And why not?"

"I don't know, I guess I just don't want to have to deal with what comes along with it, y'know?"

"Fame, fortune, and glory? Oh yeah, why would anyone want any of that?" she asked acerbically.

"And paparazzi, tabloids, and personal invasion. I don't want the spotlight, every aspect of my life scrutinized. You can't tell me you want the press following you around all the time, dogging your every step and printing false stories about us."

"I don't want to live on some god-forsaken reserve in the middle of nowhere, ways away from civilization!" She stood, knocking back her chair as she did. "And certainly not in Romania, it's practically third-world."

"It's not as bad as all that."

"Charles, you need to make up your mind what's more important to you in life. Me and the plans we've made-"

"The plans you've made, Madeline! I've been no part in this discussion," his Weasley temper surfacing.

"How dare you suggest that I'm manipulating you, that I'm the one making plans without discussing them. You're not innocent in this either, Charlie. You've already made you're mind up, haven't you?"

"Actually I hadn't but now I think I have."

She sighed. "And so have I." She pulled the sweater over her head and summoned her own clothes. "Goodbye, Charlie," she said after dressing. She went to him and kissed him on the cheek before Disapparating.

Charlie flung the pan of now burnt eggs from the stove and it clattered against the wall, spewing eggs all over the kitchen. He stormed to the bedroom and shoved everything from his desk and threw himself on the floor. He pulled his hand back quickly and saw blood pouring from his palm. He looked down and saw it had landed on a broken picture frame with shards of glass sticking out. He picked up the picture and stared down at it. It had been taken almost three months ago at the Hogwarts graduation. He was smiling with one arm around Madeline. They were both in black dress robes and holding their diplomas proudly. A few tears fell on the picture and began to swirl in the ink leaving black splotches. He could hear the sound of Muggle children playing outside coming through the open window. The outside world was relishing in the last few days of summer. Somewhere outside, someone had a radio playing loudly.

And now my bitter hands cradle broken glass of what was everything

All the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything

All the love gone bad turned my world to black

Tattooed all I see, all that I am, all I'll be

Oh oh, oh oh, oh

I know someday you'll have a beautiful life,

I know you'll be a star in somebody else's sky,

But why, why, why can't it be, can't it be mine?

A/N:

I feel like we don't know a whole lot about Charlie so here's a little about him and why he chose not to pursue professional Quidditch. This story was inspired by the song Black by Pearl Jam, which is the song he hears playing at the end (I do not own the song, Eddie Vedder is much more talented than I). This is supposed to be early to late September 1991. Ten, the album this song comes from, came out in the US August of 1991. I don't know if it was the same in England or if grunge was even a thing over there. I picture Charlie to be into grunge and punk rock.

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2.1- Black

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