Finally!
Wotcher my faithful lovelies Sorry it's taken so long to update. My inspiration has been a lacking as of late. Please forgive me my dears!
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The girl didn't stay too long at the Burrow, she actually passed Charlie airily as she wandered softly up the road and away from him. Charlie studied her as she passed, assessing that she might reach his chest. Her wrists were small enough for him to wrap his callused palm around and her skin was the exact opposite of his too-many freckled one. Charlie twisted his mouth and stood, entering the Burrow. He would be leaving soon. Too soon. School was starting again soon and Ginny was off for her final year. Miss Lovegood would be too, wouldn't she?
"Who was that?" Charlie asked as he entered the bustling kitchen, a large pot of stew bubbling toward the table.
"Luna!" Ginny chirped, sailing into a chair.
"She's a bit insane, but she's a great friend." Ron added, pulling a chair back for the bushy haired girl before he pulled his own chair out to sit in. Although Fred had died and the Weasley's lost a son, in a very strange way, they had gained a daughter. Ron had developed a romantic relationship with his dear friend Hermonie and the girl seemed to be at the Burrow an awfully lot. Charlie didn't mind, she was a smart girl really, a good pick for Ron.
"Luna lives near here, doesn't she?" Hermonie asked, looking up the road.
"Yes. She lives with her father. He writes for the Quibbler you know." Mrs. Weasley began, bustling about and near Charlie, patting him absentmindedly on the head, happy to partake in some gossip.
"What about her mother?" Charlie asked, taking a roll from the large basket Mrs. Weasley had set on the table.
"Oh, the poor thing died a few years back. Experimenting or something. She was a little on the batty side, Luna takes after her. But you know… Luna has a good heart. Really cares for people." Mrs. Weasley said, pausing softly to reminisce about the girl. Charlie felt a strange stirring in his stomach as he finished off the roll, as if he wasn't hungry at all but terribly hungry at the exact same time.
"She was imprisoned last year!" Ginny chimed in, waving her arms around wildly. "She got kidnapped because her father was writing truth in the Quibbler so they kidnapped poor Luna!" Ginny was gesticulating grandly, like she always did, almost hitting Ron in the face.
"What happened?" Charlie asked, a little curiosity sparked within him.
"We rescued her!" Ron proclaimed cheerfully, puffing his chest out a little.
"No!" Hermonie said, swatting Ron lightly on his chest. "Harry and Ron got sent in the Dungeon and Luna helped everyone escaped. She took care of poor Olivander, the wand maker. She's really a sweetheart Charlie." Hermonie finished, a soft smile on her face. The smile graced his face before he could really stop it and Charlie nodded. Of course Miss Lovegood was a sweetheart. She had worried about Charlie before she even knew him! Momeraths, whatever those were, were enough of a worry that she needed to make sure he was alright. Definitely a good girl. Maybe too good…

Dinner passed and Charlie thought of her all the way to his guest bed where he wondered about her. She was too good probably. Too good a girl for someone like him. Charlie was dangerous. Well, not really dangerous but at the same time very much so. His job dealt with dragons that could easily take him if he wasn't careful (although he always was) and that would be too dreadful a loss for the girl.
Charlie stopped suddenly, throwing himself onto his side. What a thought! He was already making plans like the two would really be lovers. It was an impossible idea and he was making plans already. He was such a silly boy. (Boy because he was acting like one. She had him acting like a school boy trying to act his best for her.)
He sighed fitfully, pulling the blankets over his head. When would he ever see her beautiful face again? Would he be the type of boy to go out of his way to see her? Would he make any excuse just to be with her? Of course. He was that very type of boy to do every and anything for her. He could only hope that life would give him as many opportunities to see her.