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Harry tried to tame his hair for what would be the millionth time but it just wouldn't listen, as always. So he gave up altogether on it. Charlie had seen him countless times with his bed head when they both stayed at the Burrow and at the Dragon Camp so it surely wasn't for his hair that he asked Harry out. Still it would have been nice to put some extra effort, which he did but it wasn't showing.
He checked himself out one last time in the mirror before heading out. He had tried his best to look casual yet classy when dressing. He wore a crisp white shirt with black woolen trousers and his new dragon hide shoes. He had pieced with a heavy chain around his neck while keeping the collar open and he had opted for the temporary vision charm instead of his glasses. He looked alright, he thought, although in front of Charlie he would look like a peasant next to the prince.
Charlie was always beautiful, it didn't matter what be was wearing because everything he wore seemed to be made just for him. Harry could stare for hours on an end, which he did. Not that he would ever admit that to anyone but himself but he sure as hell did.
He apparated to the restaurant where he was supposed to meet him. They used to live at the camp but last year he had rented a small flat just so that he could have some place which would be just his and nobody's to share with, something Harry had always wanted.
He is the first to reach, the waiter takes him to their table and brings him a alcohol list and a food menu. He points out that he is waiting for someone but orders a Pinot Noir anyways.
He is just taking the first sip when Charlie arrives, looking ethereal as always. He is wearing a light blue collared shirt with dark midnight blue trousers and he looks like a wet dream. He has done up his hair in numerous intricate braids which end up in a bun at the back and it takes every last bit of Harry's self control not jump him then and there. He stands immediately and they both give each other small tentative smiles as they sit.
"Hello Harry." He smiles and Harry basically becomes a puddle of goo.
"Hi Charlie." Even his voice is breathy, what is it that Charlie fancies about him, again?
There is a beat of awkward silence between them, none of them know what to say or do. He suggests ordering their food and Charlie gets a whiskey for himself.
"So what did you do today?" Charlie asks him and because it was a rare off day of his and they weren't together he tells him about going and visiting Teddy because he hadn't seen him for the longest time and they talk about him some more.
Charlie tells him about how McCulkin was being an arse again and fills him up with all the details of work and Harry listens. It's something he loves to do when with Charlie. There's something peaceful about hearing his voice as he chats animatedly about their boss and the bollocking he made Charlie go through today. He realises that this is Charlie, his Charlie with whom he had been hanging out for the past two years, the same one he had known since he was what fourteen?
They are talking about the time Hermione almost burned the kitchen when she was making Ron's favourite pie for him the first time, thank God she had gotten so much better in these years. That's when the dessert arrives and Harry thinks that there is nothing better than the company of Charlie Weasley and treacle tart combined but he is wrong as always.
There is nothing better than the combination of Charlie Weasley, treacle tart and the fact that he is spoon feeding it to Harry. He smiles shyly as he takes the first spoonful and feeds one to Charlie as well, which has Charlie blushing as well.
It's way after we when they are on their fifth glass of the evening, the second after their meal finished that Harry realises it's really late and they should be heading back and he is disappointed at just the thought of it.
"We should head back." Charlie says, reading his thoughts perfectly.
"Yeah we should." And they call for the check which Charlie pays for as he insists that he asked Harry out so it would be from him and there's always a second time and he gives him a small smile and a quick wink.
They walk side by side towards Harry's flat because Charlie had again insisted on dropping him home, he doesn't mind at all. Somewhere in the middle of the walk, they hold hands and they keep it that way until they reach Harry's flat and he reluctantly let's go to find the key.
He opens the door and turns back at Charlie and asks, "You want to come in?" Charlie had been inside a billion times before, even after dinners which they would go to together most days. But of course this time is completely different and they both know that well.
Charlie smiles and shakes his head. "Not tonight."
"Oh okay. Goodnight then." Harry whispers and he sounds disappointed.
Charlie looks at him for one determined second before he leans forward and kisses him softly. He returns the kiss after a moment and they kiss for what feels like a lifetime. It's soft and smooth, almost lanquid, taking it's time. He feels familiarity as well as newness in it. It's like their first and thousandth time altogether. Something he had been doing all his life, it's that easy and just as heated.
When they break apart, they both are a bit breathless but smiling nonetheless. Then Charlie Weasley says good night softly to Harry and presses a short, quick kiss on his mouth which he returns immediately and just like that he flashes him a heartwarming smile and he is gone. Left is the crack of the Apparation.
Harry is smiling even when he gets into his pajamas and slips into the bed. He stares at the ceiling for a long time, his mind filled with thoughts of a certain Charlie Weasley who has captured his heart and Harry intends on keeping it that way.
When he falls asleep atlast, he dreams of them them together laying on a picnic blanket as the sun sets in front of them in a meadow somewhere