Disclaimer: As always I do not own Harry Potter or anything affiliated with it.

Warnings: drunkeness, definite implied sexy times between two males, and I may have alluded to Aberforth's crime. I honestly can't remember.
My tumblr is still spankthebatchild. A couple of people have shown interest in my one shots. I already have one really short one written about Dumbledore and Grindlewald. Again, it's really short. I'll be posting that one ASAP. If anyone has any requests I've got a foot in several fandoms and would be willing to write anything. As always, reviews are greatly appreciated.


Charlie dragged a drunk, sleepy Stephen back to the Three Broomsticks. When they first started walking, Stephen was compliant, but it didn't last.

"Let me go, Charlie!" he sobbed. His words were slurred, but his angry emotions still managed to come through. "I want to go back and have another drink!" Charlie ignored his yelling and continued to pull him along the cobblestone streets despite his struggling.

"Come on, Stephen," he grunted. "Let's get you to bed. You've had an intense day, love." At the pet name "love" Stephen calmed down a bit. He relaxed himself into Charlie's already tired arms.

"I hate everyone," Stephen sighed. "I really do."

"No you don't," Charlie cooed. They had finally made it to the Three Broomsticks. Charlie desperately desired that someone would help him carry Stephen the rest of the way up to their room.

When Charlie opened the door, no one was there. It was late, and everyone had retreated to their rooms or gone home. Charlie realized that he had no idea what time it was. Through a last exertion of strength, Charlie got Stephen safely to their room. He put Stephen down on the bed and started pulling his socks off.

"Why does everything suck?" Stephen asked with amazing clarity in his voice. "Why does all the !#$%^&* happen to generally good people?" Charlie gave him a sad smile.

"That's a lifelong question that no one has yet to find an answer to," Charlie said tugging off Stephen's pants. Stephen rolled over on the bed seemingly unaware of how difficult it made things for Charlie.

"My poor mom," he whimpered. Stephen felt like he was the problem. He felt like his mother could be a normal human being around everyone except him.

"I know. I know," Charlie said soothingly. He really did feel bad. Seeing Stephen fall into his mother's arms had been heartbreaking. He had given up on trying to get Stephen's shirt off while he was sprawled out on his stomach. Instead he rubbed Stephen's back as he undressed himself. By the time Charlie crawled into bed, Stephen was snoring quietly.

Sleep didn't come easily to Charlie. He did not have the assistance of far too many alcoholic drinks, and he had a lot on his mind. Ginny's words kept playing over and over in his mind. One thing was certain. It was Charlie's job to keep Stephen happy, to protect him, and to comfort him. There was an issue of course. Charlie had no idea how to do it.

When he had first gotten involved with Stephen he had expected none of this. He had expecting complications with Stephen, but nothing like this. He had anticipated one-night stands, never being sure where their relationship stood, and clingy ex-boyfriends. So far Stephen had been relatively good with those things. He hadn't forced Charlie into anything, ever. He had committed and said, "I love you." It was very clear that they were in a serious relationship and nothing silly. Charlie hadn't even heard a peep from any ex-boyfriends. The real issues at hand were much worse.

How was Charlie supposed to know in the beginning that Stephen had a mildly crazy mother? How was he supposed to guess that Stephen had never had a full conversation with his father? How was he supposed to assume that Stephen would lose his face and his self assurance along with it? Charlie felt a tugging at his heart and an evil voice in his head.

Leave him it said. He isn't worth your time. He's a lost cause. He can't really give anything back for what you will have to go through for him. Charlie shook with anger at himself for even having those thoughts for a second. He was a Gryffindor. Gryffindors were brave. Charlie Weasley was brave. In defiance of his own evil thoughts, Charlie wrapped an arm around Stephen, nuzzled his mouth into Stephen's neck, and went to sleep.

Charlie was awoken abruptly the next morning by a pounding on the door. Stephen moaned in pain, and Charlie knew that the day would be filled with hang over remedies. He pulled some pants on and hurried over to the door to interrupt the incessant knocking. He pulled open the door to find one of the most handsome men he had ever seen staring at him.

"Stephen there?" the man asked. Charlie glanced back into the room, but on seeing Stephen's condition, closed the door and came out into the hall with the man.

"Who are you?" he asked crossing his arms. He didn't like the looks of the man. He was attractive, but not really Charlie's type. He had extremely dark hair gelled back with no part what so ever.

"My name is Brian," he said. His stared deep into Charlie's eyes as if he was searching for something. His eyes contrasted greatly with his hair. They were an icy blue that was so much more demanding and intrusive than the soft teal of Stephen's eyes.

"What do you want, Brian?" Charlie asked. It came out much more protective and angry than he meant it to. He had meant to sound only a little irritated, but it came out as though Charlie wanted to kill him on the spot.

"I just want to visit my old boyfriend. I'm guessing that I've already met the new one." Brian smiled slyly. Charlie had guessed correctly. He had assumed that Brian was some kind of ex-lover.

At that moment Stephen came stumbling out of the room. He was still only wearing his boxers and a shirt. His eyes were drooped. He looked like someone who had just risen from the dead and hadn't fully come to terms with their death. To Charlie, he looked adorable.

"Brian?" he mumbled sleepily. Stephen was still having difficulty taking in his surroundings. He knew that he had far too much to drink the night before, but at the time he believed that it was a good idea.

"Stephen," Brian nodded. At this point he started to completely ignore that Charlie was there. Charlie didn't get a mere glance from Brian for the rest of the conversation.

"Sorry, Brian," Stephen tried to clear his voice but no part of his body was fully listening to his mind's orders. "I thought that I sent an owl to everyone. I've settled down."

"Oh, don't worry," Brian assured him. "I got the letter, and I'm sure everyone else did as well. I just came to see the lucky man in person."

"Thoughts?" Stephen asked. Charlie felt incredibly uncomfortable. He was standing in between two men, one of which he was dating and the other had obvious disdain for him, and they were about to discuss their thoughts on him. Charlie cleared his throat loudly before Brian could answer.

"Never mind," Stephen said waving his question away with his hand. "Thanks for stopping by." Brian started to turn away as Charlie felt something catch in his heart. He didn't know how much Brian actually liked Stephen. They easily could have just been !#$%^&* buddies, but who was Charlie to say that Brian didn't have real feelings.

"No," Charlie said decidedly. Brian stopped abruptly and turned around. He had an intrigued look on his face as Charlie continued. "Stephen, go on a walk with him. Give him a proper break up." Stephen looked as though he wanted to argue, but he saw the expression on Charlie's face and changed his mind. He nodded and started walking down the corridor with Brian. Charlie wondered if he had made the right decision and went back instead his room.

Stephen and Brian wandered around the streets of Hogsmeade for a long time without saying a word. Stephen kept opening his mouth and closing it, looking for the right thing to say. He felt like a dead fish. At first, he thought that he was gathering his courage to speak, but the longer the silence lasted the harder it was to break it.

"He's not as hot as I expected him to be," Brian said finally breaking the silence. Stephen stopped abruptly and stared at him. His fists clenched. He felt the sudden urge to punch him.

"He's much more attractive when he isn't terrified," Stephen argued. Brian held up his hands in protest.

"I'm not saying that he's unattractive!" he objected. "I'm just saying that I expected some kind of sex god to make you swear off other men." This comment only made Stephen angrier, but he let his hands drop to his sides.

"Maybe it's more than the sex this time," he answered. Brian actually laughed in response. "If you've changed that way," he said incredulously, "then you'll be back to your normal self soon." Stephen let the words wash over him. They made him realize what attracted him so much to Charlie. This man talking to him had no faith in him; Charlie had nothing but faith even though Stephen felt that he had given him nothing to believe in.

"I'm done changing," Stephen sighed suddenly tired. "It's too much." There was silence again as they continued to walk.

"You're not the only thing that can change you know," Brian said at last. Stephen didn't know how to decipher these words.

"Brian," he answered unsure of what was going on, "if you're in love with me, you have to tell me now. I'm supposed to be breaking up with you." Brian buckled over with laughter.

"No," he said through chuckles. "I'm not in love with you. I'm not changing. I'm just giving you a fair warning. Stuff is going to change soon. I expect you to change with it." He saw Stephen's confused expression. "You're unhappy Stephen. I can tell."

With those words, Brian disappearated, leaving Stephen more confused than ever. He meant to walk back to the Three Broomsticks or the bookshop, but instead Stephen found himself in front of the Hog's Head again. He pushed the rotting door open and walked into the bar.

"I'm not giving you nearly as many drinks tonight as last night," Aberforth said as Stephen sat down at the bar. "You don't have anyone to carry you home today."

"Just one please," Stephen replied. He stared down at his hands. He wished that he had punched Brian, strangled him, or anything. He couldn't help but feel that there was a bit of truth to what he had said. Who knew how long it would be before he was bored with Charlie? What had Brian meant by things were changing? Stephen knew that Brian had said was true. Stephen was unhappy. He had been for a long time, and Charlie wouldn't be able to change that no matter how wonderful he was.

"Aberforth?" Stephen said looking up at the old man. Few people knew it, but Stephen and Aberforth had a good friendship that had been developed over years. Aberforth was the man that Stephen had gone to when his mother wasn't acting right. Aberforth had given him his first summer job. Most importantly, Aberforth was the first one that Stephen had asked about sexuality. The way he said Aberforth's name now was the way he had used it all those years ago.

"Aberforth?" the eleven-year-old boy had said.

"Yes," the man replied already knowing that something pressing was on Stephen's mind.

"Can I like boys?" Stephen asked. Aberforth smiled to himself. He had guessed this about the boy, but he never wanted to assume anything about him. He didn't like people who made assumptions about people.

"You can like whoever you want to like," he had answered.

"Yes, Stephen," Aberforth answered.

"Should I break up with him?" he asked. Stephen's voice was shaking. There were tears in his eyes as he looked up at Aberforth.

"You'd be crazy to," the old man replied turning around to unload some boxes of liquor.

"It's not fair to drag him through my mess of a life," Stephen argued. Aberforth turned around again to face Stephen. There was a fire in his icy blue eyes. He stared deep into Stephen's own.

"Has it ever occurred to you that Charlie likes taking care of you? He obviously cares about you. It would do neither of you any good if you broke up with him," he said with a growl to his voice. Stephen looked down at his drink. Aberforth was right. Breaking up with Charlie wasn't the answer.

"What do I do?" Stephen asked. "I can't just make him watch my depressing life for the rest of his life."

"You try to find the happiness in your life, Stephen," Aberforth answered a little exasperated. He didn't understand Stephen's confusion. The boy was obviously in love. The only answer to his problems was to share them with Charlie. It was that simple.

Stephen paid for his drink and wandered back out into Hogsmeade. He and Charlie were officially past "the honey moon phase." Who was to say that they couldn't continue onward? Stephen liked to believe that he was strong, and he liked to believe even more that Charlie was strong. Charlie could pull him through anything. Still, as Stephen walked towards the Three Broomsticks, he had the nagging thought that there were certain things that even Charlie couldn't do.

Charlie paced his room back and forth. He felt stupid. He felt like he had made the worst decision of his life, telling Stephen to go off alone with Brian. The man had seemed sketchy and jealous of the relationship between Stephen and Charlie. Charlie wasn't sure how strong either of the men was, but he kept seeing, in his mind's eye, Brian dragging Stephen off somewhere. His fears were finally washed away as Stephen pushed open the door to their room.

Charlie flew across the room and grabbed Stephen in a warm embrace. Charlie rubbed his hands up and down Stephen's back, taking in every inch of him. Stephen practically attacked his face with kisses.

"You smell like alcohol," Charlie said breathlessly. He took Stephen's wavy blonde hair in his hands and pulled him towards the bed.

"Don't worry," Stephen moaned fumbling with Charlie's shirt as they fell onto the bed. "It was just one drink. I'm old friends with Aberforth. Wanted to catch up while I wasn't an emotional wreck."

Charlie moaned loudly as Stephen's hand slid down to his crotch. His erection was obviously protruding from his jeans. He rutted hard into Stephen's hand.

"Oh my God," Stephen laughed. "You've never been this needy before," he whispered into Charlie's ear. Charlie groaned and rutted harder.

"I was worried," he said when he caught his breath. "I thought he was going to take you away."

Stephen started to unbuckle Charlie's belt. He pulled his jean downs and let Charlie's hard on fly out. He gently kissed Charlie stomach working his way down. He nipped, kissed, and sucked until he met Charlie's crotch.

"No one could ever take me away from you," Stephen whispered against his skin. Charlie moan was practically a shout. "Do you understand me?" Stephen asked. Charlie tried to push Stephen's head into his aching cock, but Stephen kept his mouth where it was. It rested directly above his shaft. "Do you understand me?" Stephen repeated. Charlie groaned loudly and found the strength and control to answer.

"Yes," he said gasping. "Now please take me in your mouth." It was all Stephen needed to get started.

"I'm sorry," Stephen said when they had finished. "I must have scared you last night." Charlie nodded.

"It's ok," Charlie said. "You were upset. It's understandable."

"Is she really crazy, or am I making her insane?" Stephen asked. Charlie hoped that the question was rhetorical. He didn't know which answer was worse; so, he didn't want to answer.

"You're good for her," he said. "Who knows where she'd be without you." Stephen smiled sadly. He had Charlie wrapped in his arms. In most cases where someone was being comforted, they would be the one being held, but Stephen was different. He liked to hold onto Charlie like a teddy bear. Charlie felt so real and alive.

"I want to go back to Romania," Stephen said into Charlie's shoulder. "Can we just say goodbye to Dmitri and my mom and go home?"

"Sure," Charlie answered. Stephen didn't move. "We should get dressed if you want to do that."

"Just, let me hold you a little longer."


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