A/N: In my little world, Charlie Weasley lives in America, plays professional Quidditch for the Flying American Red Dragons and during the off season, he works at the only North American Dragon Preserve. Charlie returns for another season of Quidditch and he discovers a secret someone's been keeping that may change his life forever. Rated M for strong sexual content.

Based on characters created by J. K. Rowling

Chapter One

Charlie Weasley only had a month and a half left before reporting to Red Dragons training camp. He had had a truncated season with the dragon preserve due to the expansion of the Quidditch season. The Reds had made the playoffs and the USA Quidditch League designated an all-star game right after the season ended. With the popularity of Quidditch growing at a surprising rate, the USA Quidditch League decided the timing for an All-Stars Game was perfect.

The Reds' head coach Dmitri Popov and Sweetwater's head coach Boris Sminenski were chosen as the all-star coaches. Five of the Reds' players were chosen for the team, including Jordan and Joanna Kingsley, Charlie and the two beaters, Lee West and Jason Monroe. The game was played in Nebraska and Popov's team, which included all of the Reds' players, along with Fritz Hoelshider (Arizona) and Joel Roberson (New Jersey). The game proved to be one of the most exciting games in American wizarding history. And in the end, Charlie Weasley captured the Golden Snitch after 7 hours of play just before a tornado rolled across the plains. League officials held the storm at bay for two hours, but an area not far from Ogallala, was being devastated by the storm. Most of the wizarding community of Ogallala was attending the game, but those not able to attend told the League in no uncertain terms to cease and desist holding the storm back.

The weather was bad enough with the storm abated, Charlie had to fight high winds, hail, and lightning. The other seeker, Joe Hoerner (Salem Cats) was blown off his broom and spent most of the game hanging on for dear life. If the Golden Snitch hadn't literally blown into Charlie's chest, he doubted seriously if it would ever have been found.

Charlie only had one day to report to the preserve, so he paid a surprise visit to his girlfriend, Jessica, a muggle who lived in Las Cruces, NM, not too far from the preserve. Jessica Johansen was a beautiful statuesque blond artist. She was a free thinker and although she knew all about Charlie's "special talents" as she called them, she had no desire to enter the wizarding world. During one of Charlie's weaker moments, he's actually thought about marrying her, but she told him that she liked their relationship just the way it was. Charlie had other sexual relationship, but he always came back to her.

Jessica was just as glad to see him as she always was. She dropped everything she was doing and flew into his arms. Their sex was always hot and so intense that Charlie thought she was going to instantaneously combust in his arms. They at least made it into her bedroom before they were tearing at each other's clothes. She pulled him down on top of her kissing him frantically. She moaned and shuttered as his lips followed his hands down her body. He wanted to spend more time loving her with his hands and tongue, but she impatiently pulled his face to hers and she wrapped her legs around him, inviting him deep inside her.

Her breathing was in short gasps as she pressed her pelvis harder into him. His climax was hard and powerful; she shuttered again and kept repeating, "No," breathlessly. "Not yet." Then, "Please, Charlie," she begged, saying his name, as she tensed, holding on to him for dear life. When she was finally spent, she was breathing hard and her body was covered in sweat.

"Oh dear, God," she said finally, pushing her hair out of her eyes. "That was incredible." He kissed her soundly as she lay limp in his arms. "Wow," was all he could say.

It was much, much later, after Charlie woke up from his nap that he found the bed empty. He got dressed and went into the living room. Jessica was sitting at the breakfast bar drinking a beer. She was sketching in her art book. Charlie bent over and kissed her neck and she smiled contentedly.

"How long was I out?" he asked, taking a drink of her beer. He looked at the pencil sketches of himself and chuckled.

"About an hour. You were exhausted." She said. She started to close the sketch pad, but he took it away from her.

"Still going to do the romance novel cover you keep talking about?" he asked still standing over her.

"Yep," she said. "I hate it when you look at my work." She said, taking it back and then closing the book.

"Why? Thousands of people look at your art on a daily basis," he pointed out.

She hugged the book into her chest. "I know. But these are private. Oh, speaking of, I have a show in Dallas next month."

"Congratulations," Charlie said, moving to the refrigerator. He removed two beers and walked back to the bar. He handed her a beer. "How long? Maybe I can actually see one of your shows. That would be okay wouldn't it? I mean as a paying customer."

"Of course." She said. "I'd still be nervous having you see my stuff. The exhibition's going to last three months."

"Are you going to be there the whole time?" He asked.

She nodded. "The gallery is putting a bunch of us up in a fancy hotel where we can intermingle with the patrons. That way, according to my agent, we get more sales. Honestly, I don't see the point of hanging around the whole time, but the gallery owners want the artists there to talk up their work during the showings.

"I'm taking thirty pieces; there's a sculpture of you," she said. She grinned. "It's a nude. It's a set of three; one's a painting that shows off all your back, er, tattoos and a photograph I took when you were asleep. The photograph is black and white and very erotic. It focuses on your dragon tattoo, the tribal tattoo and your black heart. I hand painted your tattoos and the sheet over the lower half of your torso was smoothed down to shows off your muscles and your, em good parts. I almost didn't get it finished, you looked so good."

"You didn't paint the wizard tattoos, did you?" Charlie asked.

Jessica stopped drinking her beer. "Well, yeah. They're beautiful. You're beautiful. Nobody's going to know what they are. I mean, I know you and I still don't know what they all are. I didn't think you'd mind." She said simply.

"I don't know how I feel until I see them, I guess." He said.

"Oh dear." She stood up and pushed his legs apart with her body and snuggled into him. "They were shipped off a week ago. Now you really have to go and see them. Promise me you'll come." She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him, rubbing her body into his.

"I'll try. Sure. Oh yes, baby," he said as her tongue traced his jaw line down his throat to his Adam's apple. She gave him a little kiss and he grabbed a handful of hair tightly and kissed her. They didn't make it to the bedroom this time.