Title: The Dancing Lesson
pairing: pre_slash: Harry/Charlie
rating: PG_13 in content but is preslash
spoilers: HP and the Goblet of Fire & celerysticks "Oil and Water" fic (#892304)
Summary: While staying at the Weasley's house the summer after the Goblet of fire
Harry tries to teach himself to waltz and ends up with an unexpected partner.
Disclamer:This story is actually a vignette which was inspiredy by celerysticks fic
entitled"Oil and Water" (the id for this story is 892304) Please go and read it. It can be
read before or after mine, it does not matter. I am posting my story with her permission.
I do not however have the permission of J.K. Rowlings nor those who actually own her
story or characters therefore they belong to her and not me. Thanks! :0)
THE STORY:
"One, two, three, one , two , three, one, two three.." With a grim face of determination
Harry Potter attempted to waltz around Ron's room. Despite the fact that he couldn't
dance this was a feat in and of its self in Ron's messy room. However Harry had no
choice, he had to grab every spare moment he could, because all of his other moments
were caught up in the presence of at least one and usually more than one Weasley. It
was the summer after the Tri_Wizard tournament and Harry was determined to learn
how to dance in order to not make a fool of himself should the necessity of it ever arise
again. The idea had occurred to him when George had made the discovery of an old
tape of his parents that was a dance instructional tape. He and Fred had bugged their
parents till Mrs. Weasley laughing had confessed that their father had two left feet and
she'd had to do something about it before their wedding. This was met with many
giggles and laughs, however Mr. Weasley had grabbed his wife around the middle and
very nicely danced her around the dinner table. Everyone applauded this performance
and after having redeposited his wife in her chair and given her a big kiss, Mr. Weasley,
red faced attempted to return the conversation to Quidditch. After receiving only a
couple more catcalls from the twins for more dancing, Charlie had saved his father by
asking anyone if they fancied a Quidditch match right now, which was met with
enthusiastic responses and dinner was soon forgotten in a race for the make_shift
quidditch pitch.
Harry however had not forgotten about the tape and had formulated his plan of teaching
himself to dance, thus every quiet moment he could grab he snuck away with the
Weasley's music box and the tape, to try and practice. This was only his second time
attempting and he listened patiently as the voice on the tape began to get frustrated
with his attempts.
"First of all dear you need a partner, secondly why can't you count, its really not that
hard!!"
Harry gritted his teeth and, ignoring her first requested, tried to get his feet and his
counting in synch before someone would come looking for him.
Charlie Weasley came running up the stairs. He was anxious to get to his room and
bring down the collection of dead dragon scales to show Bill. He had just arrived home
the other day for the traditional Weasley summer vacation. Every year for the last week
of the summer every Weasley child was required to be home, no if ands or buts. Bill
had arrived today and Charlie was really glad to see him. As Charlie passed Ron's
room he heard music and muffled voices. He knocked once but received no response.
He knew that Ron was out of the house, him and Hermione having taken a walk to get
some private time alone, so he wondered who could be in the room and what they were
doing in there. He slowly opened the door to reveal Harry concentrating with all his
might on his feet and the voice of a tired old which counting of the beats to a waltz. He
watched quietly, till he saw Harry trip and almost fall down, then knocking again he
made his presence known.
"Hey Harry, nice moves" he said "Do you want a partner?"
Harry looked up wild eyed and concerned that someone had caught him. Damn, he
thought. at seeing it was Charlie, however he was glad that it was him and not one of
the twins who would have never let him live it down. Although, on second thought he
didn't know Ron's second eldest brother that well, be may be just as much trouble as
the twins.
"Uhm, " Harry stammered "Hi, Charlie, I was just a.. Well you see...." then he
remembered that Charlie has said something, "what was that you said?"
Charlie laughed and closing the door behind him he stepped into the room. "I asked you
if you would like some help? My father isn't the only Weasley that can dance you
know."
Harry looked at Charlie with wide eyed disbelief. Charlie, a guy, was going to help, him
Harry, a guy learn how to waltz? Was that somehow more appropriate in the Wizarding
world then in the Muggle? He, Harry didn't have any problems with it per say.. He had
been unsure about his status as a straight man for a while now. His feeble attempts at
convincing himself that he was in love with Cho Chang had failed miserably as the faces
of Draco, or Dean or even Oliver kept popping into his head when he thought about
kissing her. Harry was just unsure about Charlie. He had no idea what is preference
was. He had always assumed straight because that was the norm, but really it had
never been stated so he didn't know.
"Well, " he decided that it didn't have to be a matter of sexual preference. Charlie
probably saw Harry as a younger brother, and it wasn't to far out of the norm for
brothers to teach each other, right? "Sure, I could actually use a hand, the tape keeps
telling me to get a partner"
"Ah, yes, Sylvia the dance tape instructor, How are you doing Sylvia?"
"Well, since noone has used me since you and Bill taught each other and now I am
stuck with his atrocious dancer, not so well. How are you doing dear? Are you going to
help him?" the tape answered, the latter part of her speech said in a sickly sweet voice.
At hearing that Bill and Charlie had done this before and realizing that Charlie probably
most definitely saw Harry as a younger brother, Harry felt a little bit sad, like some small
hope might have been dashed, although he wasn't sure exactly why considering he
didn't know Charlie all that well. However he didn't have time to pursue those thought
as Charlie took his hands and addressing the tape said;"Of course. Sylvia, please start
at the beginning."
Turning to Harry now, he smiled and said "Bill and I started practising the end of my 3rd
year at Hogwarts, I protested at first till he convinced me that it would be definitely worth
my while", at this he grinned mischievously as if with a secret and began the dance.
"Okay, Harry, now it is a one, two, three, one, two three, forward together , right
together, back together, just do the opposite of what I'm doing and try to allow me to
lead your body in the right direction."
Harry tried to follow Charlie's movements and he was beginning to sort of get the hang
of it, the only problem was he kept stepping on Charlie's toes.
"One, two, back, ouch"
"Sorry"
"Don't worry about it, just keep going" Charlie thankfully had cast a spell protecting his
toes while being trampled and simply laughed and grinned as he tried to lead Harry
about the room. That was, until the inevitable happened, Harry stepped in and left as
Charlie stepped in and right, they crashed against each other and landed in a heap on
the floor. Legs, arms and bodies all tangled together. They both sat there stunned till
Charlie laughed loudly, then Harry joined in too, soon they were rolling on the floor
laughing as tears came pouring from their eyes. As soon as Harry could catch his
breath he asked Charlie who was still unable to stop laughing if he had hurt him?
"Oh, don't worry about it Harry, Bill and I were always crashing together, plus I have had
worst falls while playing Quidditch, are you okay? Did I fall on you?"
"No, I'm fine, just covered in dust, Man Ron's room is a mess!" Harry replied, laughing
again and trying to wipe the dust from his pants.
"Well", said Charlie jumping up, "glad you aren't hurt. Here let me give you a hand up"
and he reached down and grabbed Harry's hand, hauling him off the floor, and trying to
help him wipe the dust of his trousers. Suddenly both boys stopped and Charlie
realized that he was still gripping Harry's hand, he also noticed that Harry was not letting
go either and that instead of looking puzzled that they still held hands, looked quizzical.
The moment however was broken when Bill yelled from downstairs
"Hey Charlie! Are you coming back with those dragon shells or do I have to use my
treasure hunting skills to come find you?"
"Coming" Charlie yelled back, distracted, "just a sec!" And turning to address Harry he
said "Would you like to try again tomorrow?"
Harry shuffled a little and smiled saying "Yes, I still want to master that waltz, do you still
want to help me?"
"Absolutely" grinned Charlie and walking towards the door he said "ask me tomorrow to
see my dragon hide collection, the family has seen it a dozen times and shouldn't be
interested, we can go to my room and practice some more, oh and don't forget to bring
Sylvia" Charlie winked and was gone, bounding up the stairs only to return a couple
seconds later with a big burlap bag.
Harry smiled, and turning off the tape he grabbed a school book and flopped on his
makeshift bed to wait for Ron and Hermione to return, just before opening it he said
"This may have been one of my better ideas" and humming the tune under his breath
he opened the book and read.
pairing: pre_slash: Harry/Charlie
rating: PG_13 in content but is preslash
spoilers: HP and the Goblet of Fire & celerysticks "Oil and Water" fic (#892304)
Summary: While staying at the Weasley's house the summer after the Goblet of fire
Harry tries to teach himself to waltz and ends up with an unexpected partner.
Disclamer:This story is actually a vignette which was inspiredy by celerysticks fic
entitled"Oil and Water" (the id for this story is 892304) Please go and read it. It can be
read before or after mine, it does not matter. I am posting my story with her permission.
I do not however have the permission of J.K. Rowlings nor those who actually own her
story or characters therefore they belong to her and not me. Thanks! :0)
THE STORY:
"One, two, three, one , two , three, one, two three.." With a grim face of determination
Harry Potter attempted to waltz around Ron's room. Despite the fact that he couldn't
dance this was a feat in and of its self in Ron's messy room. However Harry had no
choice, he had to grab every spare moment he could, because all of his other moments
were caught up in the presence of at least one and usually more than one Weasley. It
was the summer after the Tri_Wizard tournament and Harry was determined to learn
how to dance in order to not make a fool of himself should the necessity of it ever arise
again. The idea had occurred to him when George had made the discovery of an old
tape of his parents that was a dance instructional tape. He and Fred had bugged their
parents till Mrs. Weasley laughing had confessed that their father had two left feet and
she'd had to do something about it before their wedding. This was met with many
giggles and laughs, however Mr. Weasley had grabbed his wife around the middle and
very nicely danced her around the dinner table. Everyone applauded this performance
and after having redeposited his wife in her chair and given her a big kiss, Mr. Weasley,
red faced attempted to return the conversation to Quidditch. After receiving only a
couple more catcalls from the twins for more dancing, Charlie had saved his father by
asking anyone if they fancied a Quidditch match right now, which was met with
enthusiastic responses and dinner was soon forgotten in a race for the make_shift
quidditch pitch.
Harry however had not forgotten about the tape and had formulated his plan of teaching
himself to dance, thus every quiet moment he could grab he snuck away with the
Weasley's music box and the tape, to try and practice. This was only his second time
attempting and he listened patiently as the voice on the tape began to get frustrated
with his attempts.
"First of all dear you need a partner, secondly why can't you count, its really not that
hard!!"
Harry gritted his teeth and, ignoring her first requested, tried to get his feet and his
counting in synch before someone would come looking for him.
Charlie Weasley came running up the stairs. He was anxious to get to his room and
bring down the collection of dead dragon scales to show Bill. He had just arrived home
the other day for the traditional Weasley summer vacation. Every year for the last week
of the summer every Weasley child was required to be home, no if ands or buts. Bill
had arrived today and Charlie was really glad to see him. As Charlie passed Ron's
room he heard music and muffled voices. He knocked once but received no response.
He knew that Ron was out of the house, him and Hermione having taken a walk to get
some private time alone, so he wondered who could be in the room and what they were
doing in there. He slowly opened the door to reveal Harry concentrating with all his
might on his feet and the voice of a tired old which counting of the beats to a waltz. He
watched quietly, till he saw Harry trip and almost fall down, then knocking again he
made his presence known.
"Hey Harry, nice moves" he said "Do you want a partner?"
Harry looked up wild eyed and concerned that someone had caught him. Damn, he
thought. at seeing it was Charlie, however he was glad that it was him and not one of
the twins who would have never let him live it down. Although, on second thought he
didn't know Ron's second eldest brother that well, be may be just as much trouble as
the twins.
"Uhm, " Harry stammered "Hi, Charlie, I was just a.. Well you see...." then he
remembered that Charlie has said something, "what was that you said?"
Charlie laughed and closing the door behind him he stepped into the room. "I asked you
if you would like some help? My father isn't the only Weasley that can dance you
know."
Harry looked at Charlie with wide eyed disbelief. Charlie, a guy, was going to help, him
Harry, a guy learn how to waltz? Was that somehow more appropriate in the Wizarding
world then in the Muggle? He, Harry didn't have any problems with it per say.. He had
been unsure about his status as a straight man for a while now. His feeble attempts at
convincing himself that he was in love with Cho Chang had failed miserably as the faces
of Draco, or Dean or even Oliver kept popping into his head when he thought about
kissing her. Harry was just unsure about Charlie. He had no idea what is preference
was. He had always assumed straight because that was the norm, but really it had
never been stated so he didn't know.
"Well, " he decided that it didn't have to be a matter of sexual preference. Charlie
probably saw Harry as a younger brother, and it wasn't to far out of the norm for
brothers to teach each other, right? "Sure, I could actually use a hand, the tape keeps
telling me to get a partner"
"Ah, yes, Sylvia the dance tape instructor, How are you doing Sylvia?"
"Well, since noone has used me since you and Bill taught each other and now I am
stuck with his atrocious dancer, not so well. How are you doing dear? Are you going to
help him?" the tape answered, the latter part of her speech said in a sickly sweet voice.
At hearing that Bill and Charlie had done this before and realizing that Charlie probably
most definitely saw Harry as a younger brother, Harry felt a little bit sad, like some small
hope might have been dashed, although he wasn't sure exactly why considering he
didn't know Charlie all that well. However he didn't have time to pursue those thought
as Charlie took his hands and addressing the tape said;"Of course. Sylvia, please start
at the beginning."
Turning to Harry now, he smiled and said "Bill and I started practising the end of my 3rd
year at Hogwarts, I protested at first till he convinced me that it would be definitely worth
my while", at this he grinned mischievously as if with a secret and began the dance.
"Okay, Harry, now it is a one, two, three, one, two three, forward together , right
together, back together, just do the opposite of what I'm doing and try to allow me to
lead your body in the right direction."
Harry tried to follow Charlie's movements and he was beginning to sort of get the hang
of it, the only problem was he kept stepping on Charlie's toes.
"One, two, back, ouch"
"Sorry"
"Don't worry about it, just keep going" Charlie thankfully had cast a spell protecting his
toes while being trampled and simply laughed and grinned as he tried to lead Harry
about the room. That was, until the inevitable happened, Harry stepped in and left as
Charlie stepped in and right, they crashed against each other and landed in a heap on
the floor. Legs, arms and bodies all tangled together. They both sat there stunned till
Charlie laughed loudly, then Harry joined in too, soon they were rolling on the floor
laughing as tears came pouring from their eyes. As soon as Harry could catch his
breath he asked Charlie who was still unable to stop laughing if he had hurt him?
"Oh, don't worry about it Harry, Bill and I were always crashing together, plus I have had
worst falls while playing Quidditch, are you okay? Did I fall on you?"
"No, I'm fine, just covered in dust, Man Ron's room is a mess!" Harry replied, laughing
again and trying to wipe the dust from his pants.
"Well", said Charlie jumping up, "glad you aren't hurt. Here let me give you a hand up"
and he reached down and grabbed Harry's hand, hauling him off the floor, and trying to
help him wipe the dust of his trousers. Suddenly both boys stopped and Charlie
realized that he was still gripping Harry's hand, he also noticed that Harry was not letting
go either and that instead of looking puzzled that they still held hands, looked quizzical.
The moment however was broken when Bill yelled from downstairs
"Hey Charlie! Are you coming back with those dragon shells or do I have to use my
treasure hunting skills to come find you?"
"Coming" Charlie yelled back, distracted, "just a sec!" And turning to address Harry he
said "Would you like to try again tomorrow?"
Harry shuffled a little and smiled saying "Yes, I still want to master that waltz, do you still
want to help me?"
"Absolutely" grinned Charlie and walking towards the door he said "ask me tomorrow to
see my dragon hide collection, the family has seen it a dozen times and shouldn't be
interested, we can go to my room and practice some more, oh and don't forget to bring
Sylvia" Charlie winked and was gone, bounding up the stairs only to return a couple
seconds later with a big burlap bag.
Harry smiled, and turning off the tape he grabbed a school book and flopped on his
makeshift bed to wait for Ron and Hermione to return, just before opening it he said
"This may have been one of my better ideas" and humming the tune under his breath
he opened the book and read.