Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Summary: If Harry thought Christmas Eve and Christmas Day were special, he would be pleasantly surprised when December 26th arrived.

Warning: Lemon in future chapters

The day after Harry and Charlie's 'night of passion' was rather low key and sluggish. The two lovers had rolled out of bed sometime after noon, and took a slow, hot shower that lasted a good two hours. After that, the two were hard pressed to find any time for themselves.

When Ron woke up the morning after Christmas, he felt rejuvenated and refreshed. He jumped out of bed, and hummed as Bill grumbled out something about it being too early.

He made his way happily toward the Burrow's only upstairs bathroom. Unfortunately it was occupied so the fiery teenager sat on the floor and leaned up against the side wall. However, just as he was starting to get bored, he heard something strange coming from inside the room. Pressing his ear against the wooden door, Ron listened closer.

A husky voice murmured, "I love you, Harry. Inima mea, viata mea, iubirea mea."

A slight sniffing sound made its way past the water's thundering music. "I love you too, Charlie."

Ron scrambled back from the door as moans and whimpers whispered their way under the board.

And as the Boy Who Lived's Best Friend scurried down to the downstairs bathroom, all he could think was, 'Well there went my good day.'

The entire household seemed to be keeping an eye on them, making it impossible to sneak away or generally do anything.. As such, Charlie sadly told Harry that they should probably try and stay away from each other for the day.

A sorrowful Harry walked off soon after, not so much angry at Charlie as everyone else.

Bill had known Charlie since he himself was five. That was when they had become brothers. Most siblings didn't look at it like this, that until one's existence, you're not fully related. But that was how Bill saw it.

As a baby, Charlie's auburn hair grew in red curly tufts. It wasn't until he had turned four that his hair started growing in straight and messy. In some ways, Bill supposed, his brother's hair resembled Harry's.

Charlie had been a second year when Bill graduated from Hogwarts. And just as he had stepped out of those massive doors, Bill was gone; to Egypt so that he could be a curse breaker. That was how he and his younger brother were alike: they had both entered dangerous careers.

No matter what may have happened in Charlie's twenty three years, Bill had always loved him. He was his الاخ الصغيرة. And he always would be.

At breakfast, Harry was met with an exhausted looking Molly and a blushing Ginny. The latter didn't surprise the boy in the least; however, the Weasley matriarch was normally smiling and cheery.

Shrugging it off as he himself wasn't in the greatest mood, Harry gloomily started on his eggs and bacon.

Ginny wasn't a bumbling fan girl, regardless what everyone else might think. Ever since her older brother had seen her once prince, she had known. Could see the almost tangible emotions swirling in his eyes, endlessly. And that was how Harry had stopped being her dream.

Her brother had been there for her even after he had left home to go work with the dragons in Romania. He was the only one who truly understood how it was to be the odd one out, even though he always had Bill. Just as she was the only daughter in a family of eight, Charlie was the only gay in the family.

The signs were obvious; especially during the past couple days. Charlie couldn't seem to keep his hands off the verdant eyed savior on Christmas Eve, and, if Harry's and Charlie's silent innuendos were anything to go by, those hands had been everywhere.

Now, seeing as this was her brother, even thinking about what they probably did last night made her extremely queasy. However, that didn't stop Ginny from being happy for him

As the young girl raised her blushing face to look at the boy across from her, only one thought whispered through her mind, 'Take good care of him, Harry. Be his étoile chanceuse.'

Arthur loved his family more than anything. There wasn't anything he wouldn't do or wouldn't give for their happiness. So when one of his sons had told him that he was gay, Arthur supported him like the good father he had always tried to be. And he truly was proud of his son.

He had never been ashamed of Charlie, never hiding his son's sexual preference, but respecting Charlie's privacy enough to not blurt it out to the world.

In Charlie's light hazel eyes, Arthur could see the adoration glazing over his son's irises whenever he looked upon one Harry Potter.

Arthur knew that the age difference was gaping, but he also knew love when he saw it. Or, at least, potential love. So he would stand back and watch, praying that maybe at last his 'son' could be happy; and maybe it could be with Charlie.

As Arthur watched Charlie and Harry exchange heated and longing glances, he whispered, "Per essere felici, voi due."

T R A N S L A T I O N S

Romanian

Inima mea – My heart

Viata mea – My life

Iubirea mea – My love

French

étoile chanceuse – Lucky star

Arabic

الاخ الصغيرة – Little brother

Italian

Per essere felici, voi due – Be happy, you two

I apologize if any of my translations are wrong.

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