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“Charlie! Where are you taking me?” Christelle screamed in his ear over the rumble of the motorcycle engine.

“You’ll see,” he yelled back with a chuckle. Christelle screamed again as Charlie made the motorcycle dip down. She hated him for making her get on this again; he knew she hated it. To make her point, she dug her nails into the skin around his naval and he flinched slightly, causing a smirk from her before she screamed again.

They slowly started to descend and landed softly on the grounds of his work site. He climbed off the bike first and wrenched up his shirt to access the damage.

“Bloody Hell, Chris! Was this really necessary?” he asked angrily. Her smirk grew as she smoothed her shirt.

“Was that dip in the air really necessary?” she asked innocently. “Actually, was the bike even necessary? We could have Apparated.”

“Yeah, well, your reaction is funny,” he laughed and she glared at him.

“What exactly are we doing here?” she asked in frustration.

“We’re here to see Jasmine,” he sighed. Christelle perked up instantly as she kissed Charlie’s cheek.

“I haven’t seen her in weeks! Has she grown a lot since I’ve last seen her?” she asked in excitement.

“Not much, but a little,” Charlie replied as he grabbed her hand and led her toward a brick building.

There were very loud noises coming from the building as they crept through the door. Christelle smiled widely as she looked around at all of the younger dragons in their separate cages.

“Who’s been taking care of her? You?” Christelle asked with a smile as they walked down the aisle of cages.

“Not exactly… I’ve been busy trying to get you out of the room and what not, so Giselle’s been taking care of her for you,” he said as he tightened his grip on her hand. This little motion didn’t go unnoticed by Christelle.

“Is there something wrong, Charlie?” Christelle asked as her brow furrowed.

“Nope,” he answered a little too quickly. Christelle kept silent as they walked through another set of doors. Christelle stopped in her tracks.

A brunette woman was patting Jasmine’s neck lovingly as she fed her. The woman had a slender body and curly hair. And when she turned to smile at Charlie, not Christelle and Charlie, but just Charlie, the woman looked exotically gorgeous with her tan body and faint freckles. Charlie smiled back a little as jealousy crept through Christelle’s blood. She let go of his hand to walk forward and take over the woman’s position. Giselle looked a little put out, but Christelle didn’t mind.

“Charlie, I was wondering when you’d get here!” Giselle smiled flirtatiously as Charlie watched Christelle with her dragon.

“Giselle, this is Christelle, my girlfriend,” he said whilst walking over toward the dragon too. Giselle’s eyes hardened slightly before she smiled warmly at the blonde.

“Of course, it’s nice to meet you,” Giselle said with a smile. Christelle smiled in return, but didn’t say anything.

“I’ve been taking good care of Jasmine while you’ve been out,” Giselle continued. Christelle ignored the implications that seemed to hang between them as she kissed her dragon’s snout. Thankfully, Jasmine didn’t breathe a lot of fire, and usually never at Christelle or Charlie. But she did hope that Giselle’s story wasn’t exactly the same.

“Well, thanks, but your services are no longer needed now that I’m back.” Christelle turned to send Giselle a bright smile before turning and kissing Charlie on the cheek.

“Thanks for bringing me here,” she whispered.

“I knew you missed her,” he whispered back. He kissed her forehead as Giselle stomped away.

“Now, what was that about?” Christelle asked sharply as she stepped out of Charlie’s embrace.

“What do you mean?”

“Don’t act oblivious, Charlie! You know what I’m talking about! What’s the story?” Christelle placed her hands on her hips and narrowed her eyes.

“She’s an ex-girlfriend from Hogwarts. She was hired to work here a couple weeks ago. I honestly didn’t think it’d matter, or I would have told you,” Charlie replied with a sigh. As he studied her pink cheeks, averted eyes, and fidgeting hands, his eyes widened. “Are you jealous?” he asked with a cocky grin.

Christelle turned to Jasmine and started petting her neck again as the dragon ate from her little bucket. Charlie started guffawing as he grabbed her wrist and spun her around to face him.

“You have nothing to be jealous about, I promise,” he grinned as he kissed her quickly.

“Good to know,” she mumbled as she turned back to her dragon.

“Come on, you can’t honestly think something’s still going on between Elle and me,” he said with a slight smile as he hugged her from behind.

“Oh, it’s Elle now, is it?” Christelle muttered and Charlie snickered a little.

“So, we have history, it doesn’t mean she’s a part of my future, love… That belongs to you,” he said gently.

“I guess I am being a bit ridiculous…” Charlie nodded slowly as he kissed her cheek.

“Shall we get to dinner?” Charlie asked with a smile.

“So soon?” Christelle asked with a pout as she stared at Jasmine.

“We’ll come back,” Charlie smiled.

“Fine,” Christelle mumbled. “But, I’ll meet you at the Burrow because there’s no way I’m getting back on your motorcycle.” Christelle crossed her arms against her chest and narrowed her eyes at him.

“Don’t be difficult, just ride back with me,” he murmured as he kissed her pursing lips.

“I don’t think so, love,” Christelle laughed. And with that, she left with a POP.

“Bill!” Christelle said quickly as she took him by the elbow and towed him to the backyard.

“What the hell, Chris?” Bill asked with amusement as she finally let him go.

“Look, I need to ask you something, and it needed to be before Charlie got here, okay?” she said defensively. Bill gave a short nod as he studied her. She looked fidgety and nervous.

Christelle took a deep breath before saying in a rush, “What do you know about Charlie and Giselle’s relationship?” She emphasized the last word bitterly as she thought about the vivacious woman she now felt she had to compete against.

She held her breath as she waited for Bill to answer her question, but instead of answering her, he started howling in laughter.

“Bill!” she scolded as she clicked her tongue angrily.

“Sorry, sorry,” he said through chuckles. “You just look so jealous,” he added with a snicker. She sent him a scathing glare and his chuckles died in his throat.

“Just answer the question,” Christelle replied. “Please,” she added.

“They dated on and off during sixth and seventh year. Evidently she cheated on him, so he broke it off for good before they graduated,” Bill answered. “Why? And how did you find out about her anyway? He doesn’t still have that picture in his nightstand, does he?” Bill asked incredulously before clapping a hand to his mouth upon seeing Christelle’s shocked and surprised expression.

“H-he has a picture of her in his nightstand?” Christelle asked quietly as tears pooled in her eyes.

“No, probably not… He did when they dated, but he probably got rid of it after she cheated on him. Damn it! I shouldn’t have said anything! Look, Chris, he loves you. A lot. He loves you more than anyone he’s ever been with before. I can tell. Giselle’s staying in his past, trust me,” Bill said as he put a hand on her shoulder, squeezed it, and then walked back toward the Burrow.


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