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It took Draco two more days to get his shit together and go talk to Charlie.
He managed to catch him passing through the corridors, clearly in a hurry.
"Hey, Charlie!"
The man stopped and looked at him in question.
"I need to talk to you, could you spare me a minute after work?"
"Seven fifty at the lake, I'm busy before that," the man said after a second or two of going through the plan of his day in his head.
"Okay with me."
"Great. See you," Charlie said as he rushed off to wherever he was going.
"See you."
He recognised Weasley's silhouette the moment he got there.
"You wanted to talk."
"Why did you kiss me?"
"I told you, I was dared to do it."
"No, they dared you to kiss someone. Why did you choose me?"
"I-"
"Listen, you clearly went out of your way to do that and whatever fucking game you're playing, I don't want to be invol-"
He couldn't finish, as Charlie's lips were covering his own.
Draco kissed back. This time it felt like he could allow himself to do that.
"I like you," Charlie whispered, their lips milimetres apart, "I thought it was obvious."
"Clearly not obvious enough," Draco said as he put his hand on Weasley's neck and closed the distance between them.
His lips were bruised from the dry weather they've been experiencing recently and any kind of pressure caused pain, but right now he didn't mind it. He was kissing the man he cared about so much and it was the only thing that mattered, really.
"I like you too, in case that isn't clear," he whispered as soon as they broke off their kiss, gasping for air.
Charlie chuckled. Draco smiled, as the thought that he could absolutely get used to this sound passed his mind.
"Still don't want to be involved?"
"I could deal with this."
"Good."
"Good."
They stood there, foreheads touching, grinning at each other like fourteen-year-olds, but both of them wouldn't change that moment for anything else.