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slumberTitle: Post-war Confessional #7
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Harry/Charlie
Rating: PG
Word Count: 300 words
Summary: Harry attempts to admit something, but Ron's just not getting it.
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xylodemon's "I Didn't Get To Go To TWH Ficlet-a-thon", as requested by dadelius. (Harry/Charlie, includes the phrase "because he tames dragons")
Things never came easy for Harry. That was rather quite obvious, in fact, and he’d spent most of fifth year capitalising at the world for that, but of all the things that made life more difficult, Ron was the unexpected topnotcher.
“What do you mean, my brother’s cute?”
Actually, he’d said hot, but whatever made Ron feel better. “He rather is, don’t you think?”
“How would I know? I’m his brother.”
“Well, there is that, but I’d’ve thought you’d be used to the idea, what with Fred and George—“
“WHAT.”
Harry turned red. “I thought you knew, is all,” he mumbled. “But anyway. What I was saying. About Charlie.”
“The one you think is fit.”
“Erm. Yes. I think he is.”
“I don’t—what are you talking about?”
Harry shifted uncomfortably. “Charlie?”
There was an impatient sort of whining sound coming from the back of Ron’s throat. “Yes, Harry, I know that. But--why?”
“Because he tames dragons?” Harry offered, rather lamely.
“You don’t look like a dragon to me,” Ron pointed out, in a fabulously successful subconscious attempt to miss the point.
“It’s just sexy,” Harry explained. “Actually, Charlie is sexy.”
Ron stared at him blankly. He’s been through quite a lot, for a boy barely under twenty, but nobody had ever asked him to process a sentence that included any of his siblings and the word sexy in it.
“Ron?” Harry asked tentatively, after some time had passed in uncomfortable silence.
“You like my brother. In that way.” His tone was almost accusatory.
Harry licked his lips. “Actually.”
“Harry, I was just—oh, you’ve told Ron about us, then?” Charlie asked, walking into the room.
“WHAT.”
When Harry turned to glare at him, an unconscious Ron in his lap, Charlie grinned sheepishly and shrugged. “Thought he knew.”
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Harry/Charlie
Rating: PG
Word Count: 300 words
Summary: Harry attempts to admit something, but Ron's just not getting it.
Additional Notes: For
xylodemon's "I Didn't Get To Go To TWH Ficlet-a-thon", as requested by dadelius. (Harry/Charlie, includes the phrase "because he tames dragons")Things never came easy for Harry. That was rather quite obvious, in fact, and he’d spent most of fifth year capitalising at the world for that, but of all the things that made life more difficult, Ron was the unexpected topnotcher.
“What do you mean, my brother’s cute?”
Actually, he’d said hot, but whatever made Ron feel better. “He rather is, don’t you think?”
“How would I know? I’m his brother.”
“Well, there is that, but I’d’ve thought you’d be used to the idea, what with Fred and George—“
“WHAT.”
Harry turned red. “I thought you knew, is all,” he mumbled. “But anyway. What I was saying. About Charlie.”
“The one you think is fit.”
“Erm. Yes. I think he is.”
“I don’t—what are you talking about?”
Harry shifted uncomfortably. “Charlie?”
There was an impatient sort of whining sound coming from the back of Ron’s throat. “Yes, Harry, I know that. But--why?”
“Because he tames dragons?” Harry offered, rather lamely.
“You don’t look like a dragon to me,” Ron pointed out, in a fabulously successful subconscious attempt to miss the point.
“It’s just sexy,” Harry explained. “Actually, Charlie is sexy.”
Ron stared at him blankly. He’s been through quite a lot, for a boy barely under twenty, but nobody had ever asked him to process a sentence that included any of his siblings and the word sexy in it.
“Ron?” Harry asked tentatively, after some time had passed in uncomfortable silence.
“You like my brother. In that way.” His tone was almost accusatory.
Harry licked his lips. “Actually.”
“Harry, I was just—oh, you’ve told Ron about us, then?” Charlie asked, walking into the room.
“WHAT.”
When Harry turned to glare at him, an unconscious Ron in his lap, Charlie grinned sheepishly and shrugged. “Thought he knew.”
