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 Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. All original characters, plot lines, places created by Elisabeth Sobihan belong to Elisabeth Sobihan and are not to be used with permission.

Author's Notes: I am fairly sure that I've made up the word "concernedly". If I haven't, HUZZAH to me!

Warning(s): slash, homo-bashing, consensual sex scenes, non-consensual sex scenes, coarse language, slight self-mutilation, male-pregnancy

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Just for Now

by Elisabeth Sobihan

Chapter Two :: Now You've Ruined the Whole Thing

Harry packed quietly and left the Burrow. Only stopping on his way out to let Hermione and Remus know where to reach him. He was completely devastated by Mrs Weasley's reaction. It killed him to know that Ron hadn't opted to take a stand for him. So much for "best friends". Harry pushed the key into the lock and opened the door. The smell of familarity washed over him as he stepped inside the doorway. He'd had his childhood home in Godric's Hollow restored after he graduated. The small home was placed somewhat in the middle of nowhere, perfect for these kinds of situations. He dropped his bags near the door, grabbed a bottle of Odgeon's Firewhiskey out of the liquor cabinet and flopped down on the sofa.

Harry took a healthy pull from the bottle, enjoying the slow burn it gave him as it slid down his throat. He felt as though his life was unraveling. He'd had expected the Weasleys to be understanding of his choices, not thinking him an abomination. He took another swig of Firewhiskey. He could feel his problems where slowly floating away with his sobriety. Harry loved to be intoxicated. He loved the feeling of blissful ignorance and total unabashed recklessness that came along with it. Though, he was slightly aware that someone was rapping at the door, and it was unabashed recklessness that lead him to call out:

"Oh do come in, the door's unlocked!"

He heard the door open. "Thanks."

Harry was surprised by the husky voice that greeted him. Curious, he slid off the sofa and stumbled into the hallway. There was Charlie-fucking-Weasley standing in the doorway. Harry flashed him a drunken grin. "Grab a glass, and I'll tell people I've par-tied with Charlie-the-Romanian-Dragon-Slayer!"

"Harry, are you plastered?" Charlie asked, his brows furrowing concernedly.

Harry shook his head, causing him to wobble. "No, no... I'm only a little bit drunk." He pinched his pointer finger an thumb together to elaborate.

"Definitely ran past plastered and now teetering on extremely shit-faced."

"Really?" Harry said, taking another swig causing him to wobble even more. "I think I'm only a little bit drunk." He promptly fell over and sniggered.

Charlie sighed. "Okay, I think its best if I take this," Charlie removed the bottle of Firewhiskey from Harry's hands. "and put you to bed." He scooped up Harry inhis arms.

"You're going to carry me?" Harry's head flopped against Charlie's shoulder. "How gallant of you..."

Harry awoke the next morning, his head feeling like it had been trampled by hippogriffs. His stomach was a different story. Ignoring the immense pain in his head, Harry headed straight for the toliet. He hadn't been throwing up five minutes when he felt someone rubbing his back.

"Are you okay?" Charlie's blue-gray eyes stared worriedly at him.

"How drunk did I get?" Harry wiped the vomit from his mouth.

Charlie thought for a moment. "Well, after you polished off a bottle of Firewhiskey, you got extremely wobbly and I practically had to carry you up the stairs-"

"Really? How gallant of you."

Charlie chuckled. "You said that last night. After I brought you upstairs, you began to rant about my mother. I won't repeat anything you said."

Harry pulled a face. "That bad, huh?"

"After which, you proceeded to explained to me how unnecessary clothing was... Complete with show." Charlie smirked.

Harry came to a stark realization. "I'm naked right now, aren't I?" He whispered.

"Yes, yes you are." Charlie replied.

Harry sighed. "Damn..." He burped. "Fairly sure I'm going to vomit again..." Harry leaned over the toliet.

"You know, I'm starting to understand how you stay so thin."

Harry narrowed his eyes at Charlie. "Hah-hah... Ow, laughing hurts..."

"You're mean when you're hung-over."

"Who the fuck isn't?" Harry burped again, pausing before he spoke. "What the hell are you doing here anyway?"

Charlie looked away. "I came to tell you that you were brave for saying what you said last night. Not many people have the guts to say that in front of my parents. Percy did, that's one of the reasons why my parents don't really talk to him anymore."

"Poor Percy--no, not 'poor Percy'. He's shacking up with Oliver Wood now, isn't he? Lucky Percy, extremely fucking lucky Percy."

"You fancied Oliver?"

"Well, he had a cock with the girth of a salami." Harry smirked. "I take that back, poor Percy. I really pity him."

"This is a side of Harry Potter I've never seen before."

Harry laid down on the bathroom floor. "Oh, I'll show you a side of Harry Potter you've never seen before." Charlie cleared his throat and looked away. "I'm still naked, aren't I?"

"Very much so."

"Brilliant..."

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END CHAPTER TWO