Jun 9, 2026 · 49 min · 5 segments
All Charlie wants is to be left alone with his dragons. However, building a one-of-a-kind hatchery to breed and care for endangered whelps costs a pretty galleon. Enter Pansy Parkinson. Event planner…
Pansy had to pinch herself because she wasn't quite sure how she'd ended up at Charlie's cabin while he cooked for her.
Charlie Weasley, of the infamous Weasley blood traitors, had made her, Pansy Parkinson, staunch Slytherin and one-time Potter sacrificer, a meal from scratch.
Surely she must be dreaming.
It seemed she wasn't, however, because at this very moment they were sitting on the small deck of Charlie's quaint cabin, enjoying the shepherd's pie he'd made while watching the sun slowly set over the mountains.
It seemed utterly and categorically incomprehensible.
She took another bite and had to admit that he'd done well.
It was delicious, and not at all burnt or disgusting, like she'd probably have made it.
Pansy was capable of a great many things, but cooking wasn't one of them.
Cocktails and potions, the easiest task in the world, but whenever she tried her hand at cooking, it had always ended up in disaster and tears.
She was forever grateful that Pippy took such good care of her that she didn't end up starving.
I'm rather surprised you know how to cook.
I haven't met many wizards who have mastered the skill." He swiped at his beard with a napkin before responding.
She made sure every single one of her children had at least a passing knowledge of all household related tasks from a young age." He smiled to himself fondly before continuing.
"Many of my mates at Hogwarts thought that because she stayed home, that she would do everything for us.
That was most definitely not the case." Charlie gave her a playful grin, and Pansy felt like she had an entire troop of pixies swarming around in her belly.
It also didn't hurt that attached to that boyish grin was a voice that sent ripples down her spine.
She could listen to his gruff yet soothing voice for hours and not be bored.
"Some of us were better at the tasks than others.
Ron was quite hopeless at most anything indoors, but did a fair job in the garden.
The twins always found a way to do the tasks they were assigned in a way that would drive Mum absolutely mental.
As for me, I always volunteered to help in the kitchen because it meant I wouldn't get stuck on clearing out the attic while trying to avoid the ghoul that lived up there." "I thought for sure you'd try to get any outdoor tasks you could.
It seems like it would suit you." Pansy was quite certain that he'd be suited to anything involving getting his hands dirty.
Not that she was thinking about his hands at all.
Pansy had to pinch herself because she wasn't quite sure how she'd ended up at Charlie's cabin while he cooked for her.
Charlie Weasley, of the infamous Weasley blood traitors, had made her, Pansy Parkinson, staunch Slytherin and one-time Potter sacrificer, a meal from scratch.
Surely she must be dreaming.
It seemed she wasn't, however, because at this very moment they were sitting on the small deck of Charlie's quaint cabin, enjoying the shepherd's pie he'd made while watching the sun slowly set over the mountains.
It seemed utterly and categorically incomprehensible.
She took another bite and had to admit that he'd done well.
It was delicious, and not at all burnt or disgusting, like she'd probably have made it.
Pansy was capable of a great many things, but cooking wasn't one of them.
Cocktails and potions, the easiest task in the world, but whenever she tried her hand at cooking, it had always ended up in disaster and tears.
She was forever grateful that Pippy took such good care of her that she didn't end up starving.
I'm rather surprised you know how to cook.
I haven't met many wizards who have mastered the skill." He swiped at his beard with a napkin before responding.
She made sure every single one of her children had at least a passing knowledge of all household related tasks from a young age." He smiled to himself fondly before continuing.
"Many of my mates at Hogwarts thought that because she stayed home, that she would do everything for us.
That was most definitely not the case." Charlie gave her a playful grin, and Pansy felt like she had an entire troop of pixies swarming around in her belly.
It also didn't hurt that attached to that boyish grin was a voice that sent ripples down her spine.
She could listen to his gruff yet soothing voice for hours and not be bored.
"Some of us were better at the tasks than others.
Ron was quite hopeless at most anything indoors, but did a fair job in the garden.
The twins always found a way to do the tasks they were assigned in a way that would drive Mum absolutely mental.
As for me, I always volunteered to help in the kitchen because it meant I wouldn't get stuck on clearing out the attic while trying to avoid the ghoul that lived up there." "I thought for sure you'd try to get any outdoor tasks you could.
It seems like it would suit you." Pansy was quite certain that he'd be suited to anything involving getting his hands dirty.
Not that she was thinking about his hands at all.
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