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Written for the Perks Of Pairings Challenge - HarryCharlie (100-200 words)
Wordcount without AN - 197
Swift U-Turn
He woke slowly, his head pounding, his stomach churning. Whoever decided that drinking was a good idea should be fed to a dragon. He shifted in the uncomfortable sheets of the hotel bed, gingerly moving from his side to his back.
He stopped suddenly, his eyes springing open.
Either the bed was suddenly a lot smaller than it had been yesterday, or there was somebody laying beside him, blocking his movements.
Groaning internally, he looked out of the corner of his eye at the offending blockage.
Dark hair, hmm, nice chest, focus dammit, ooh... naked.
This was not good.
The blockage choose that moment to move, groaning as it did.
"Never. Drinking. Again," a familiar voice muttered. A very familiar voice.
Oh, this was really not good.
"Charlie? What are you - bloody hell."
"My sentiments exactly," Charlie agreed mournfully, sitting up.
"Then again..."
Charlie turned, confused. "Then again what?"
"I'm pretty sure I have a sure way to clear these hangovers," Harry murmured, leaning up on his elbows, the blankets falling away. "And really, what more harm can it do?"
Charlie grinned.
His really not good morning had just made a swift u-turn to fantastic.
