Word Count: 488

Written For:
- OTP AU! Competition (Wrong Number!AU)
- 'Can You Do It?' AU Extravaganza (Wrong Number!AU)


Ring, Ring!

Charlie groaned and rolled onto his side, squinting at the clock on his bedside table. In the dim light, he could read that it was three thirty in the morning.

Ring, Ring!

The large telephone on shook as it rung loudly, and Charlie resisted the urge to slam the pillow over his head to block out the sound. Living with Bill and Fleur at Shell Cottage was a nightmare, especially since Bill had insisted they have these ridiculous things wired up all over the house. Apparently it was much more convenient when one needed to speak to another immediately.

What could possibly be so important at three in the morning?

Ring, Ring!

"Oh, Merlin," Charlie grumbled, inwardly cursing his older brother. Fleur was currently spending time with her family in France, so it was just Bill and Charlie at Shell Cottage for the week. Whoever was ringing most likely wanted Bill or Fleur, yet they had rang the extension to the guest bedroom.

Ring, Ring!

"I'm answering it!" Charlie snapped, and he fumbled awkwardly with the receiver before pulling it to his ear. "Hello?"

"Bonsoir, William," a familiar, sultry voice purred down the telephone. Charlie resisted the urge to flinch—it always shocked him when he used the telephone. How someone could sound like they were right next to him when in reality they were over an ocean was unfathomable. "I 'ave 'ad a few glasses of crème de menthe, and I miss my 'usband."

Charlie remained silent, blinking into the darkness. Fleur was slurring heavily, clearly extremely drunk. He tried to suppress a grin—he hadn't witnessed her drunk since her wedding, when she had made to kiss him on the cheek but accidentally landed a sloppy one straight on his lips.

"I'm in 'ze Marriot 'otel," she went on. "You remember when we spent the night at this 'otel? When you got in 'ze shower with nothing but my lace..." Charlie put his hand over the receiver, cringing. He didn't need to imagine his older brother in that way. He waited about ten seconds, and tentatively placed the receiver back to his ear again. "I am wearing 'zat ivory lace lingerie right now."

A welcome image flooded Charlie's mind, and he leaned further back into the pillows. He knew it was wrong—this was Bill's wife—but it wasn't like he was actually doing anything, right? It wasn't like Fleur knew it wasn't Bill that she was talking to. And anyway, Charlie was pretty confident that Fleur wouldn't remember a single detail of her telephone conversation with Charlie.

"Do you remember when you tried it on, Bill? Remember, 'ow funny it was when your—"

"—oh, Merlin," cursed Charlie, pulling the receiver away once again. What was up with Fleur's sex talk? He'd had enough. "You've got the wrong number, Fleur. You've rang the wrong extension!"

Silence filled the line, and then it went dead.