Delicate // UNDER MAJOR EDITING
We might kiss when we are alone
When nobody's watching
We might take it home
We might make out when nobody's there
It's not that we're scared
It's just that it's delicate
So why do you fill my sorrow
With the words you've borrowed
From the only place you've known
And why do you sing Hallelujah
If it means nothing to you
Why do you sing with me at all?
In which Charlie Weasley meets a blond, blind, gorgeous, prissy Pureblood by the name Wolfram von Bielefeld.