Title: Horrible Chaperone
Warnings: CW/HP, mentions SF/HP, RW/LB, HG/OC, CW/OC, infers to sex, inappropriate language, etc.
Summary: "First off Charlie, you're a horrible chaperone."
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Charlie sipped his Butterbeer as he watched the kids dance. Somehow Ginny and Ron had convinced their mother to hold a Halloween bash of sorts. Now hormonal teenagers from all houses, Charlie could swear he saw at least four green and silver badges, filled the house to the brim as the music thumped loudly. He and Bill had been asked by Molly to chaperone the dance with her, which they said yes to since it was obvious she'd need help and they had accumulated plenty of vacation days from their non-stop work.
Fred and George were there too, but only to prey on younger girls and promote their newest prank product as they weaved artistically through the crowd, rather than to help their poor mother chaperone. And Percy was being a dick to the family at the moment, so it was just him, his dad, Bill, and Molly, and a few Order members that had taken the time out of their jobs to bother to help.
Charlie turned his head and saw his youngest brother dancing rather sporadically as a girl, Lavender Brown, shoved her chest against him in a suggestive manner. Charlie grinned and remembered when he himself had danced like that, only instead of holding onto the soft body of a girl, he had held onto the strong, lithe figure of a Ravenclaw boy who was named Luke. He grinned at the memory.
A new song came on, a muggle song that he couldn't understand but the beat was catchy enough. He turned his head again and found Hermione who was dancing rather dirtily with a Hufflepuff boy, he shook his head, still grinning, seems even she couldn't resist the pull that was dirty dancing.
He took another sip of the warm butter beer before turning his head once more. Then his eyes locked on the last of the trio, Harry Potter, and his eyes widened. Harry was moving in a serpentine manner against a familiar looking boy, Seamus Finnegan, his mind supplied. He weaved in and out of Seamus with his hands around his neck, his glasses gone, probably thrown off in the middle of a dance. His hips moved with the beat and Charlie found himself licking his lips.
It wasn't long before Charlie was aware of the blood rushing south, just by looking at the boy dancing. After watching him for a few more songs, Charlie set down his empty glass and moved forward, working his way through the crowd with practiced ease. He finally reached them and tugged Harry from Seamus' vice lip grip. Seamus glared at the tall red-head.
"The fuck's your problem mate?" He asked angrily. Charlie ignored him in favor of dragging the Boy-Who-Lived away and up the stairs. Harry peered up at him in dazed confusion.
"Charlie? Is something wrong? Hold up, lemme accio my glasses." He mumbled sluggishly. When they reached the top of the stairs Charlie slammed the boy against the wall, and pushed his lips against him. He forced his tongue into the boys mouth, exploring, until he felt Harry become short of breath, he pulled away and stared at Harry who was now dazed. "Wow," Harry gasped. Charlie grinned and wrapped Harry's legs around his waist, now nibbling on the boy's ear, fumbling for the door to his room.
He found it after a few moments and flung it open, he stumbled in with Harry and slammed the door shut behind him, he tossed Harry onto the bed and pounced on him. Within a matter of a minute Harry was missing both shirt and pants and Charlie was working on himself when the sound of a door opening and a giggle followed by an, "oh my" stopped him. He turned around to see Ron with an arm around the Lavender girl, who was blushing and giggling at the erotic sight before her.
Ron blinked slowly before a very Slytherin smile crossed his face, more Slytherin than he had ever expected from his youngest brother.
"First off Charlie, you're a horrible chaperone. Secondly, Happy Halloween Harry." Ron then winked and walked out of the door with Lavender, shutting it behind him yelling something about Locking charms at them. Charlie stared at the empty spot for a moment before shrugging; he discarded his own shirt and bent down to leave marks on Harry's neck. It was time to finish what he'd started. Harry moaned and mumbled, blushing,
"Happy Halloween."
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Any farther and PWP would've have to have been up there in the warnings, right, right? /nudgenudge/
I ACTUALLY TYPED THIS UP THEN ACCIDENTALLY DELETED IT.
So I had to type it up all over again. X_x
