Living in a wooden lodge in the middle of nowhere in the Romanian wilderness appealed to you as you didn't have obnoxious neighbours whilst being able to embrace the natural beauty around you. Being able to look out of your window every morning to see the trees around you and see life thriving away from the cities that were too cruel for wildlife.

With morning having only just broken when you entered your kitchen to see your partner Charlie already covered in mud and dirt. He started work early in the morning before the sun had risen and continued to work until dark. He came home throughout the day such as now to have food or drink along with getting changed or to have a break.

You kissed his dirty hair as you made your way over to your fridge to get the milk for a morning cup of tea. You'd have offered Charlie one but there was already a full mug in his hand as he sat at the kitchen table.

Opening the fridge door, you grabbed the bottle of milk, closing the door again. Before you could get to the kettle you had to pause realising that something wasn't completely right inside the cold food box. You opened the door to see whether something odd had occurred and you quickly realised there was something peculiar there.

"Why is there a dragon in the fridge?" You questioned, surprising yourself with the fact that it wasn't the most peculiar question you had ever asked Charlie.

Charlie had worked with dragons since he had left school and loved his work dearly however he did treat the dragons as though they were his babies. It wasn't the first time he had brought a dragon into your home and you doubted it would be the last time either. Finding a baby Norwegian Ridgeback in your fridge was oddly enough not the worst you had found.

As you carried the tiny dragon from the fridge, with the block of cheese curled in his claws and not willing to release it, you turned to Charlie for answers. Obviously, you loved dragons, it was impossible not to love them if you were to love Charlie Weasley however you would have liked to know when there were dragons in your home.

"It was hot," he smiled softly, trying to act as though it was a perfectly understandable thing to suggest.

You rolled your eyes unable to get annoyed at him or the tiny dragon.

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Written by Charlotte.