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Today was a lazy day for Harry and Charlie. Neither of them had work or anything else to get to or do, so they were spending as much time lounging in bed as they wanted.
It was in the middle of summer holidays, meaning Harry was off, and it was a weekend so Charlie was off. And they were taking full advantage by cuddling up together in bed, enjoying the feel of the other.
While he’d woken fairly early, Harry had slept in. He’d once told Charlie that he slept better whenever they slept together and it was rare for him to have nightmares on those nights, which was nice since Harry had a plethora of nightmares from his childhood. Everything from the first time Voldemort tried to kill him to the Dursleys’ poor treatment to being temporarily killed in the Forbidden Forest.
One of his hands found their way into Harry’s curls and he threaded the soft locks through his fingers, lightly scratching Harry’s scalp as he did so and he felt his boyfriend sleepily hum at the sensation, pushing further into Charlie’s side. He lightly chuckled at the reaction and continued his ministrations.
Eventually Harry woke up, sleepily looking around and then looking up at Charlie, smiling a little, and then snuggling back into Charlie’s side as he continued to wake up more.
After he’d woken up a bit more, Harry looked up at Charlie, green eyes practically glowing with their intensity, before moving to lock their lips together in a sweet kiss that soon turned more desperate and intense, the two not wanting to break apart for more than the few moments necessary to get enough breath before diving back in. They were well and truly breathless in moments.
And Charlie couldn’t stop admiring how Harry looked whenever they parted, his wild hair sticking up in every direction and even more tangled than normal thanks to Charlie’s ministrations. His green eyes darkened with desire as he looked into Charlie’s blue ones. And those kiss swollen lips parted just enough to get heaving breaths in.
Harry eventually noticed that Charlie kept just staring at him each time they parted, and he finally decided to ask why.
“Charlie… why do you keep looking at me like that?” he asked, cocking his head to the side and Charlie had to resist the urge to just lean back in to snog his boyfriend senseless.
“It’s just that… you’re so damn beautiful, baby. I can’t believe you’re all fucking mine,” Charlie responded, eyes dark as he looked over Harry, ducking his head to claim Harry’s lips and snog him before he had a chance to respond at all to what he’d just said.
Harry just gave in and melted into each subsequent kiss before finally pulling himself away from Charlie to presumably respond to what he’d said.
“You really think I’m that beautiful?” Harry asked, cheeks flushed and chest heaving as he fought to regain the breath he’d lost through their latest round of snogging. Charlie looked at him, just a little sad that Harry thought so little of himself (no doubt thanks to the Dursleys) that he didn’t know how beautiful he was. Charlie nodded.
“Of course I do. I’d think you’d know that by now,” he said, raising an eyebrow at Harry. Harry huffed at him.
“You’re better looking than I am,” Harry said, lips downturned into a slight frown.
“I disagree,” Charlie said, just grinning at his boyfriend and watching as he rolled his eyes before glaring lightly at Charlie.
“You’re not going to let this go, are you?” he asked, sighing a bit in defeat. Charlie just kept grinning.
“Not a chance. You’re beautiful and you’re mine and I’m so damn lucky that you are,” he said, pulling Harry into another kiss, which then turned into another snogging session.
One they didn’t interrupt this time.
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Later in the day, the two of them had finally been able to pull themselves apart long enough to shower and get dressed and then putter about the Manor doing things. There were a few chores Harry wanted the two of them to do while they were both off. While he knew magic, he sometimes preferred to do things the muggle way.
Which sometimes meant that Charlie had no idea what he was doing as he helped and Harry had to give him instructions.
As they moved about the house, Charlie kept thinking about something. A very specific something that was currently hiding in one of his desk drawers in their joint home office. They’d taken one of the fairly large rooms in the Manor and made a joint office since neither needed the full space for anything in particular.
Today would be the perfect day.
Sure, he’d had conversations with Harry before where they argued who was more beautiful and they usually ended the same way the one earlier had. But something about this morning was different. Where Charlie felt he truly realized just how lucky he was to have Harry.
And he wanted everyone to know it, too. Wanted to make it more permanent and more official.
He waited until Harry was starting up on dinner to go to the office and grab the little box hidden amongst the parchment he had in one of the drawers. Harry wasn’t one to snoop through his things, but he wanted it to be hidden anyways, just in case he ever saw the inside of the drawer while Charlie had it open.
The box was slipped into his pocket as he made his way back downstairs to help Harry with whatever he needed from him.
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They’d just finished dessert when Charlie shot a spell to the sink to wash their dishes and walked over to where Harry had been manually picking up the dishes and was now suddenly empty handed. He looked at Charlie a bit confused.
“What’s up? We usually do the dishes together and just talk during it, sometimes getting into a water fight doing so,” Harry said, looking both confused but also amused at the memory of their last water fight a few days ago.
They really couldn’t do the dishes together without splashing at each other and then usually snogging against the counter next to the sink, still soaking wet.
“There’s something more important that I want to do tonight,” Charlie answered, smiling at Harry and watching the confusion spread a bit as his brow furrowed a bit.
“Ok? What’s more important that you want to do?”
Harry had barely finished his question before Charlie had lowered himself to one knee, causing Harry’s eyes to widen and his mouth to just hang open in shock. His breathing even stuttered.
“I’ve had this for a few months now, waiting for the right moment. I realized this morning that today was the right moment. I don’t need to do some grand gesture and I don’t need to have some elaborate date night for something perfect because any day I spend with you is perfect. Harry, will you be mine, all mine, forever and let me be your husband?”
Harry just stared at him for a moment, hand held over his mouth and tears gathering in his eyes. He nodded slowly before frantically repeating the motion, dropping his hand from his mouth and rushing over to Charlie. Charlie had just enough time to stand up before he had an armful of Harry as he grabbed his face and pressed their lips together, tears slipping down his face as he did so. Charlie brought one hand up to press against the side of Harry’s face while the other arm was still wound around his waist to hold him.
They separated, the two of them laughing just a bit, overcome with a myriad of emotions. Elation being the top one.
Harry pulled back enough for Charlie to take out the ring, a beautiful white gold band with inlaid emerald and blue topaz stones, and slip it onto Harry’s finger, watching as Harry’s eyes watered again as he looked at it as it sat perfectly on his finger. He turned back to look at Charlie and grabbed his face again, pulling him in for another kiss.
As the two of them got more and more heated, Charlie was vaguely aware of the fact that they’d have to tell people soon before The Prophet caught wind of their engagement first, and that his mum in particular would be over the moon and want to help with the planning, but right now he was just going to enjoy only the two of them knowing and make love to Harry, as his fiancé for the first time.
Everything else could wait.