Men and Their Dragons

Nothing can get in between men and their dragons. Except... maybe a woman.

Charlie Weasley is just your everyday wizard in your everyday Romania working at your everyday Dragon Reserve. Then Darien Towers came to the reserves. A Muggle.

Or at least he thought she was a Muggle.

From the tshirt of an American Rockband to the beat up sneakers on her feet, she screamed Muggle. From the black frizzy, curls that were the archenemy to any comb or brush, to the deep caramel skin that was shown off modesty, she screamed beautiful. The way she talked, screamed genius. And she had an accent.

Charlie Weasley didn't know what to do. For once he had nothing to say. He was in a run for his money.

word count
Chapter 1 - 422 words
Chapter 2 - 1, 57o words
Chapter 3 - 2, 747 words
Chapter 4 - 1, 124 words
Chapter 5 - 1, 45o words
Chapter 6 - 1, 629 words
and so on and so forth...

disclaimer
I do not own Charlie Weasley. He is the wonderdul creation of J.K. Rowling. I do own Darien Towers though. And any other non-canon character in this story.

won second place in this contest! whoot.
  1. Dragons: 1, Charlie: 0
    “***ing dragons…” Charlie muttered to himself over a bandage in his mouth as he spread an ointment over a cut on his foot.
  2. Skipping Beats
    Darien nodded, her frizzy black hair bouncing as she did. “Yeah, well next time you see a mommy without her egg, tell her her baby is in good hands.” Darien gave another wink and a laugh.
  3. Squibs, and Their Predators
    Darien gave a thoughtful look, tapping her chin momentarily before giving the man a mischievious smirk. “No, I don’t think I will.” Darien quickened her steps. Charlie stopped short, staring at her back with his jaw agape.
  4. Science vs. Magic
    “My, my, who knew you were up for something in such a place… Kinky, I must say, but I thought you had better tastes.”
  5. Getting Dirty in the Showers
    The thought of dragon eggs quickly disappeared into the deepest, darkest back corner of her mind to have the thought of a tight, well chiseled (and cutely freckled) ass flash in her mind as she stared at one only ten feet away from her.
  6. Warmth
    'Something warm...' Darien red the note again. She stared at her closet, string at the many thin, button up shirts and ripped and scorched jeans.