The tall blonde leant on the rail, gazing at the vigorous man who worked completely oblivious to the rest of the world. He was short and stocky, and every one of his movements exuded manliness. She ran her eyes over him, admiring his muscled arms, his tanned skin, even his burns and blisters; and smiled while looking at his flaming red hair, which was, according to what he had told her, the Weasleys' trademark. She could hear him softly whispering instructions to the animal standing in front of him, concentrated, and she realized that the dragon understood and respected him. Yet, it wasn't going to give up so easily, and the man had to work pretty hard to control it, dodging the heavy tail and the fire coming out of the creature's nose. The woman watched him do his job, carefully observing the muscles of his bare back that got tense at every movement. Even though the dragon was clearly trying to hurt him, the man didn't hit him back, and the blonde smiled once again knowing that he would eventually succeed anyway. She admired his patience, and his ability to understand those creatures. Suddenly, her grin transformed into a sad smile: while looking at him working on that dragon, the Romanian breeze stroking his face and messing up his hair and the sun caressing his body, she knew Charlie would never be hers. He would never be anyone's. She had fallen in love with him, and she knew he loved her, but soon or later she would have to let him go. He was a free spirit, always had been and always would, and there's nothing she could do about it. Deep down, she had always known it, and that was one of the reasons that made her love him even more.
    When the man heard the sharp noise of her footsteps hitting the stone steps, he turned around and saw the slender and familiar silhouette walking towards him. He said some words to the dragon in a low voice and it slowly walked away, moving a few steps backwards without taking its eyes out of the newcomer. The man squinted, blinded by the sun, and smiled, waiting for her. When she was close enough to see his face, she smiled widely.
"Hey you" She said.
"Hey, yourself" He answered, beaming. His face, weather beaten from working outside, was covered with tiny freckles and his sexy smile was extremely attractive.
"So… what is it?" She asked nodding towards the dragon and looking at him again. She had a long, wavy hair and an honest smile, and her green eyes always sparkled mischievously. It was clear by her accent that she was American.
"A Romanian Longhorn, pretty common around here, y'know" he answered drying the sweat drops on his forehead. She smiled, looking at his deep blue eyes, and he knew she was there to say goodbye.
"You're a great man, Charlie Weasley" she said, sighing. He gave her a crooked smile, thankful that she understood and tried to make things easier for both of them. "I'm gonna miss you."
"I'll miss you too." He answered. "You know I do love you, don't you?" She smiled sadly.
"I know. And you will love many others, but never more than you love to be free. Have a happy life, Charlie. Run free." She said, and then kissed him sweetly on the lips, to finally turn around and walk away, without looking back.