Disclaimer: If they actually belonged to me, this wouldn't be fanfiction, now would it?
Warning: Drabble. Oneshot (part of a series of oneshots I'm writing in different fandoms, connected only by the prompt). Slash. Duh.
Author's Notes: Written because J.K.R. said Charlie never married because he prefers dragons to women, and for Winnie, who knows that the best way to slay a dragon is to seduce him...
Utensil Joy
Part Dix-Huit
Charlie surreptitiously watches Draco across the campfire as they eat their dinner in companionable silence, wondering for what must be the millionth time what made the Malfoy heir decide to leave his comfortable manor and get in touch with his wild side with the Romanian dragons.
Draco looks up then, as he licks his fork clean, firelight dancing over the silver of the metal and in the silver of his eyes.
Charlie holds his gaze for a long moment, and when Draco's face breaks into a crooked grin, he decides abruptly that he's glad, no matter what the reason is.
END