A/N: For the Variety Drabble Challenge and Pairing the Character- Drabble Competition [WEEK 9: Charlie Weasley]

Katie circled around Charlie on her broomstick, her hair becoming tangled in the wind and her face bright with exhilaration that could only be caused by a rousing game of Quidditch. Sure, it was only a fun scrimmage in the Weasleys' backyard, but between the Weasley siblings and their significant others there was plenty of talent to go around and the competition was fierce.

"That's the best you've got?" Katie teased bouncing the Quaffle from one hand to the other. Charlie caught up to her and crossed his arms, taking the moment to admire her enthusiasm. He'd forgotten how much he loved Quidditch.

Katie continued. "I thought you were supposed to be so good. 'Could have played for England' and all that rubbish?"

"Hey," Charlie said defensively, trying to catch his breath. "I was a Seeker in school, remember? It's been a while since I've played Chaser. Give me a break!"

Katie laughed. "You ought to know by now I don't give anyone a break."

"Oi!" George called from several yards away. "What are you lovebirds doing? Game's not over yet!"

Charlie sent a rude hand gesture his brother's way and pulled his broomstick up next to his girlfriend's, settling a hand on her waist to pull her closer.

"You'll pay for that remark," he teased.

Katie merely grinned. "Believe me I'm counting on it."

She tossed the Quaffle up to Angelina as she passed over them, a maneuver they'd practiced and perfected for years at Hogwarts.

They heard George yelling more obscenities at Charlie for allowing the girls to gain another point, but neither of them cared. Somehow the game was forgotten in a whirlwind of broomsticks and laughter and Katie's hair flying in Charlie's face until they'd flown low to the ground and wrestled each other off their broomsticks all together.

Katie flopped onto the ground, struggling to catch her breath and giggled as Charlie crawled to hover over her.

"Charlie, what about the game?"

"You know you girls were going to beat us anyway."

"That's very true," Katie conceded.

"So how about we just skip the part where you humiliate me on the Quidditch pitch and we go celebrate?"

Katie propped herself up on her elbows to kiss him. "I like that idea," she whispered.