Beneath the Flame

Warning: Charlie Weasley..Pansy Parkinson.

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AN: Read, review, I know it's weird.

Charlie Weasley's PoV

I was watching the dragons, making sure none of them escaped from their magically-reinforced enclosures. The Hogwarts students filed past me and the dragons, and I waved at Ron and Hermione. Harry wasn't with them, of course: he was being told what would actually happen by Ludo Bagman in a tent some way away.

Ginny and some of her friends grinned at me as they passes, and I noticed Fred and George, too.

A group of Slytherins scowled at me as they passed, and I recognised Draco Malfoy. One of the girls, however, stopped, staring at the dragons. She gasped and pointed at the Hungarian Horntail, the most beautiful of the lot, in my opinion.

I smiled at her, sharing my love ofdragons with her, and she grinned in reply. She was no beauty - in fact, she was rather pug-faced - but that smile made her pretty. For some reason, I found myself wondering how often she smiled.

The Chinese Fireball didn't look too happy, so I left off watching the crowd and turned back to my beloved dragons.

Pansy Parkinson's PoV

Millicent was sniggering, as she does far too often. "Look at that Weasley boy! Doesn't he look so stupid? Look at his goofy grin!"

I was very tempted to turn round and slap her. I actually quite like his goofy grin, but she would never understand that. She never understood anything.

I gazed at the elegant, swan-necked dragons, and admired the tongues of flame that shot from their mouths. I didn't bother asking Millicent whether she found it as romantic as I did: she probably didn't know the meaning of the word 'romantic'. The biggest dragon, a beautiful glossy black, blinked at me, and I sighed. It was beautiful. Much better than those awful Blast-Ended Sproot things that we got shown in Care of Magical Creatures. Much better than anything I had ever seen.

"They're beautiful…" I breathed. Millicent wasn't listening, of course.

I turned to look at whatever it was she was sniggering at. It was still the Weasley wizard with the goofy grin. He smiled at me.

I sighed again. So romantic, meeting beneath the flames of dragons.

I smiled at the red-haired man, adding mentally, So is he.

"Come on, Millicent," I muttered, gritting my teeth against the irritating sound of her incessant sniggering. "Let's go and find Draco."