Word Count: 1,157
Written For:
- The First Kiss Competition
- Diagon Alley: Quidditch Through the Ages Event (Chapter One: Evolution of the Flying Broomstick) Prompts: (Dialogue) Tell me what you want me to do.

Chapter One
Secrets of Shell Cottage

What happened between them was never meant to happen. The truth was, they were just two souls on different, intertwining paths—but fate had something else in store for them. Fate had plans to send their paths twisting and spiralling into a whole new future that they could never imagine.

A bond between two brothers was so strong; forged out of heavy iron chains and gunmetal. The chains had been locked tight and the key cast away so that nothing, no-one could ever come between them. The words that the priest read out during the wedding ceremony spilled like a shimmering liquid from his lips, but moulded into silver manacles, connecting the two souls until death they should part. Only the worst of sins could unlock those hand-crafted cuffs.

But the strength of the shackles and chains melted into jelly in that tiny little cupboard, where two sides of a different bond found themselves during the birthday party for one William Arthur Weasley.

Fleur had been searching for more candles, and Charlie just happened to be walking by on his way to the downstairs toilet. He peered inside the cupboard, feeling his breath catch in his throat at the sight of Fleur. She was stretching on her tiptoes with her arms above her head, as she reached for a plastic box on the top shelf. Her pleated lavender circle skirt was riding up her narrow waist, exposing the hem of her underwear and the perky dimples of her bottom.

Charlie cleared his throat loudly, remembering that this was his big brother's wife, and stepped inside the cupboard. "Do you want me to get that for you?" he asked politely, as Fleur spun around and began pulling her skirt back down to her hips, a pink blush staining her nose and cheeks. She forced a grateful smile as Charlie reached up for the box she had been trying to retrieve.

She sunk her teeth into her bottom lip. Charlie was wearing a sleeveless Weird Sisters shirt, and his muscular arms flexed as he stretched. She noticed a sliver of red hair under his armpits and poking out of the low neck of his vest. Her face flushed even more.

"I've told you, the bathroom's over this way!" a familiar voice called from outside. It was Ron, thundering along the hallway. The murmured sighing from behind him suggested that Hermione was on his tail. He bustled past the cupboard beneath the stairs, and slammed the cupboard door shut as he walked past—locking both Charlie and Fleur in the cupboard and plunging them into darkness.

"Oh," Fleur muttered. "Merde."

"It's okay," Charlie replied. "I'll get the door." He reached for the handle, only to discover moments later that there was no handle. The cupboard under the stairs could only be opened from the outside. "Do you have your wand?" he asked through the darkness.

"Non," Fleur answered. "I did not bring 'eet into 'ze cupboard with me. Do you not 'ave yours?"

Charlie cursed himself inwardly for being so careless. "I left it at the Burrow." He heard Fleur slump back into the wall.

"Well, 'eet looks like we are 'ere until someone opens 'zat door."

Charlie shifted around the cupboard until he thought he was in a safe place to lean, and fell back into the wall. His bare arm made contact with Fleur's, and he was sure he felt electricity coursing between their skin. Gooseflesh rose on his biceps, and he thanked Merlin that it was dark so that she couldn't see his blush.

"You really shouldn't do 'zat, you know," Fleur spoke suddenly. Charlie turned his head in the direction of her voice.

"Do what?"

"I 'ave seen the way you look at me, Charlie," she said softly. "'Eet is not right. I am married...to your brother."

Charlie remained silent for a few moments before replying. "You have no room to talk," he whispered.

"I do not understand."

"Yes you do," Charlie leaned in a little closer to Fleur, until he felt her hair brushing against his nose. "I've seen the way you look at me too." He could almost feel the heat radiating from her face. She didn't reply, and all Charlie could hear was her fast-paced, shallow breathing. "Tell me what you want me to do, Fleur."

"Just do something," she whispered, her voice barely a breath.

Charlie didn't waste any time; he knew if he waited he would regret what he was about to do. He grasped her face between his hands and pulled her mouth into his, capturing her lips in a possessive kiss.

Every cliché little thing that was supposed to happen, happened. Rockets exploded into vibrant orange fireworks behind their eyes; electricity sparked almost painfully where their lips and tongues met; and the chains that bound them to Bill began to slowly slacken. This was just the start.

Fleur wound her arms around his neck and balled her hands in his hair desperately, pouring her heart and soul straight into his mouth. He allowed his arms to fall to her lower back, and his fingers grasped the hem of her skirt, pulling it up over her backside.

She attacked his neck with kisses, nibbling delicately along his collarbone, and Charlie rolled his head back against the wall, sucking his breath in through his teeth. She dropped down his body, her hands pushing up his shirt and grazing his abs with her fingernails. Charlie raked his hand through her hair as she reached the waistband of his jeans. Through the darkness, he could see her pale blue eyes glittering. She slowly started to unbuckle his belt, and Charlie covered her hands with his.

"Fleur," he whispered. There were footsteps in the hallway outside.

She jumped to her feet so quickly that she banged her head against his chin, and his teeth slammed together painfully. Before he could groan in pain, the door swung open, and light streamed inside the cupboard. They sprang apart, Fleur grabbing hold of the nearest object.

"What's going on?" a voice asked, and as Fleur's eyes adjusted to the light, she realised it was Bill.

"Birthday candles," Fleur gasped, looking into the palm of her hand. The item she had snatched up was a packet of candles. "Charlie was..."

"I was helping her get the candles down," Charlie continued, scratching the back of his dishevelled head. "Then Ron went past and shut the bloody door."

There was a momentary silence, and then Bill laughed loudly. "Oh, dear Merlin. Well, come on out—Mum has been waiting to bring out her cake, and I'm dying to see it!" He scurried off, leaving the door wide open. When he was out of sight, Charlie turned back to Fleur.

"We can see each other now," he murmured.

"So 'eet didn't happen," she replied quietly. "What 'appens in the dark, stays in the dark."