Charlie's Starr – Can't see the Wood for the Weasley's.
This one is set around the time Charlie and Starr are sort of dating before things get heavy. A bit of light hearted fluff and warning some smutty intentions, but nothing too bad! Bit of naughty language – you know, the way men tend to speak to each other.
Can't see the Wood for the Weasley's.
"Bloody hell!" said Oliver Wood "Merlin's beard, is that you Charlie Weasley?"
Charlie spun around in his seat "Oliver!" he said in delight, shaking the other man's hand with enthusiasm.
"Still playing with the dragons then?" Oliver asked as he squeezed his bulk into the chair opposite Charlie.
"Yeah, home on a break, gets harder to go back each time you know"
"I can imagine, what you doing in here then?" he asked, looking around the packed bar of the three broomsticks
"Old times, just remembering old times" Charlie smiled "You?"
"I've started a local Quiddich pub team" he said with pride "They're springing up all over the place, thought this was as good a place as any"
"Nice one!" said Charlie
"Yeah, we got try outs this afternoon" Oliver looked excited "Say you fancy joining me? Could do with your advice"
"Why not?" replied Charlie, draining his butter beer.
"Great!" said Oliver "They're letting us use the Hogwarts pitches for try outs and practise"
The two men left the inn, chatting excitedly; they didn't notice three young women watching them from afar.
"Heavenly Winged horses!" exclaimed one of them, a tall well built girl, Millie Milestone.
"What?" asked another, a tall willowy blonde, Starr Longis, she hadn't seen Charlie and Oliver, she was fiddling with her Quiddich boots, nervous about the looming trial, the other two were bludgers, she was a seeker, together at school they had been nicknamed 'Woods Wenches' as he was their captain.
"Nothing!" trilled the third of the gang, Sarah Blooze, shooting a look at Millie that she immediately understood "Come on!" she demanded of Starr "Wood's wenches together!"
They clashed their broomsticks together. Millie and Sarah walked on ahead of Starr as she again, fiddled with her boots.
"That was Charlie Weasley!" Millie exclaimed "With Oliver! Wow, I dunno how the hell I'm supposed to concentrate now!"
"Well don't tell her" replied Sarah "She's nervous enough as it is, she'll go to pieces if she knows Wonderful Weasley is here, do you remember what she was like at school?"
"Yeah" Millie suppressed a smile "We didn't even know she could play Quiddich 'till after he left" both girls chuckled as they waited for Starr.
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"So, you are having an A team and a B team?" Charlie frowned; he sat next to Oliver as the hopeful players warmed up in front of them. He longed to get up there.
"Yeah, I've basically sliced them down the middle today and pit them against each other, get an idea of who can do what, we need fourteen players and I thought 2 subs for each team. So we've got about thirty here today and Harry is refin'"
Harry waved as Oliver grabbed his broom, flying towards the triers he sorted them into teams, and told them to play their favoured positions. He retuned to Charlie grinning.
"Do you remember Wood's Wenches?" he asked "Actually probably not, you had left by then"
"Wood's Wenches?" Charlie raised an eyebrow "Sound dirty, fun but dirty"
Oliver laughed "Unfortunately nothing like that" he replied "Three girls, same year as Percy, two were Chasers, and the other a seeker, damned good they were too" he thought a moment as he saw 'Wood's Wenches' and the Weasley twins take to the field together, with two other unknown to him against Ginny Weasley and more unknowns "I think I know who will be in my A team, if they can fly like they used to, it'll definitely be them three and your brothers for a start"
"Well, they are damn good bludgers" said Charlie, a note of pride in his voice "Is that Ginny?" he asked as he caught her small red head.
"Yeah" said Oliver, now distracted as Harry started the match "Forgot she was trying out, good chaser"
Charlie and Oliver were soon engrossed in the match, Charlie feeling his eyes drawn over and over to the figure on the Firebolt. She was the seeker, so naturally, he watched her, but there was something familiar in that graceful figure.
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"So that's it then!" said Oliver "Got the teams, 'Woods Wenches', Fred and George, Ginny and me as keeper for the A's, and …" Oliver rattled off a list of names for the B team, Harry being the only one that Charlie recognised "But with Harry refereeing the B's are short a seeker" he smiled at his old friend and team mate "Fancy it?" he asked.
"Damn right I do!" said Charlie, grabbing Oliver's old broom from his hand and kicking off without another word. He twirled and dived, getting a feel for the broom.
As the players assembled there were twitterings in the stands as Lee Jordan took up the job of commentator once again.
"Well, congratulations to all you fliers that have made it into the newly formed Three Broomsticks Quiddich team!" his voice boomed "We're in for a treat, with the reformation of 'Wood's Wenches', the Weasley beaters and their little sister Ginny and Oliver Wood, our esteemed manager for the A team! Blimey you can't see the Wood for the Weasley's on the pitch today, that's right, visiting all the way from Romania, taking a break from dragons to stand in for Potter as seeker on the B team, yes girls, you guessed it – CHARLIE WEASLEY!"
Starr nearly fell off her broom. She searched around her for that red floppy hair, but with so many Weasley's shooting about she couldn't track one long enough to spot him.
"Keep it together Starr!" warned Sarah "We're not home and dry yet"
With that Harry threw the balls and blew his whistle, Starr kicked off with the others, but her mind was else where as she searched around her. She was so distracted that she flew straight into Fred, and it was only his lightening reflexes that saved them from hitting the deck.
"Bollocks Starr! What you playing at?" he yelled "Women!" he smirked at George "Sodding useless at Quiddich!"
"Probably got PMT!" replied George
The game continued with the A's predictably in the lead, she had spotted Charlie, and telling herself that it was the right thing to do because he was the opposite seeker, not because he was Charlie, she watched him closely. Her mouth was dry from the frantic game, she told herself, not because after all these years she was playing Quiddich with him, not because he looked so damn sexy on a broom and she now had an idea what those wonderful lips felt like on her own, what those rough hands felt like on her skin. And certainly not because she now knew exactly what those robes he so casually wore were hiding. He was in his element, she realised, he was still an excellent player and he did tricks to keep the gathering crowd entertained. Smug shit! She thought to herself. If he had realised it was her, it certainly hadn't affected him.
In her search for Charlie, she spotted the snitch. Taking off like a rocket she shot after it, low on her broom as she chased. All thoughts except beating Charlie 'smug-chops' Weasley to it obliterated by her competitive streak. She sensed rather than knew he was right behind her, she urged her Firebolt faster.
She knew he was below her, slightly behind. It was his trademark move. He flew under the opposing seeker, and as they twisted and turned he cut them off, snatching the snitch from under their nose. Only he could pull off such a feat at high speeds, executing turns that made your hair stand on end. She had watched him do it countless times, and she gave a moment of thanks that her obsession with him at school had finally paid off. Well, he wasn't going to do it to her! She flipped her broom. Corkscrewing in front of him, stopping him maintaining his speed and straight line as he pursued her.
"Hi Charlie!" she grinned as she saw his face go from determination to shock to amusement.
"Starr!" he yelled his word whipped away on the wind.
As she raced away again she was dimly aware of Lee Jordan shouting as most of the kids from Hogwarts had joined the crowd.
"And isn't this marvellous!" he crowed "The two Gryffindor seekers pitted against each other, one of the 'Wood's Wenches' against Charlie Weasley, my money is on Weasley but you never know!"
Starr was so focused on getting to the snitch ahead of Charlie that she completely failed to notice the bludger that a B team beater had fired in her direction. A split second later she was knocked from her broom, the ground and sky whirled as she fell, madly reaching out to grab something, anything to break her fall. She felt herself grabbed roughly around the middle, turning to look she saw a grinning Charlie, her in one hand, the golden snitch in the other.
"And the B team have it!" yelled Lee "And Charlie the hero, got the snitch and the girl! Wonder if she'll be Weasley's Wench now" the crowd laughed as Lee waggled his eyebrows.
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The kitchen at the Burrow was full of people and noise, as usual.
"Oh you should have seen Starr Mum!" said Ginny from Harry's lap "She was brilliant! If that bludger hadn't got her, she'd have beaten Charlie to the snitch!"
"Nah!" said Fred and George together
"Yes she would!" replied Ginny hotly "Wouldn't she Harry?"
"I don't know, I wasn't looking" he said smiling at Molly, he had learned to stay out of Weasley sibling arguments long ago.
"Some ref you are!" Ginny snorted
Charlie pulled Starr away from the crowd and through the door to the stairs, they hadn't had time to speak to each other since the game had finished.
"Woods Wenches?" he asked her eyebrow raised and head on one side.
"Oh shut up!" she said with fake annoyance, following him up the stairs to the room he had grown up in as a boy, and now stayed in as a man whenever he was at home. He never wondered why his mum had left it as it was when he had left for Romania, not being sentimental, it never occurred to him that she might come and sit in here when she missed him.
He pulled her close "I never knew you could play Quiddich" he said
"I didn't know you were going to the trial" she answered, her hands twining around his neck.
"Neither did I until I ran into Oliver" he kissed her neck, making her flush with excitement.
"I need a shower, I'm all sweaty" she protested, half heartedly pushing him away.
"Oh I know" he said in a low growl as his hands explored under her robes, he released her, pulling her along to the adjoining bathroom. Shutting the door he whispered a locking and silencing spell. He had become quite the expert at hiding their sexual exploits from the rest of the family.
"Charlie we can't!" she protested as he waved his wand again and their robes hit the floor.
"Oh yes we can" he smirked as he turned on the shower, fully aware that she was ogling his bare backside "If you don't want to, why are you perving at me?" he said as he turned around and picked her up, lifting her into the shower.
"I wasn't!" she said weakly, knowing fine well she was a smile played at her lips, as the shower spray soaked them.
"I don't mind" he said, squeezing shower gel into his hands and starting to rub it into her skin "In fact I'm going to do some perving of my own".
She gasped as his hands slid over her, arousing the sensations barely held at bay all day.
"And for the record" he smirked as she gasped at his wandering hands "You are my wench, Weasley's Wench now"
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