*Harry's POV*
"How many months?" I asked, trying to fill the silence as we walked down the street.
His confused look asked for a follow up.
"Is Hermione pregnant?" I finished.
"Uh… 2," He muttered. "2 months."
The awkward silence returned.
I grabbed Ron's arm. A surprised yelp escaped from him.
"What's wrong? Don't try to tell me nothing's wrong, because you're acting weird," I was frustrated.
His eyes widened and so I let go of his arm.
Ron lowered his voice, "I still am not… used to you being with… a… a guy, and Malfoy–"
"–Draco," I sighed.
"… Draco is… it's just weird. We fought with him so much, and now… now…" He shuddered. I pictured his face when he walked in on Draco and I… getting down. "I know. Just… trust me. I love him, and until you're ready to accept it, just please don't try to… mess it up, ok?"
"Yeah, ok," He continued walking.
I carried a cappucino over to Ron, who was sitting at a stool at the counter. Business was slow so he was keeping me company.
"Harry," Ron called out.
I was organizing the teabags and the small boxes of coffee beans. Upon hearing my name, I swiveled around in my wheely stool to face Ron.
"Yup?"
"So my brother Charlie, he's visiting and 'Mione and I were going to have dinner with him tonight, but turns our she has an appointment with some healer at St. Mungo's and she really wants me to go with her. So if you aren't busy with Malf-" He gulped. "Draco, do you think thathe could come over to your flat for like takeout and a movie at 7:30ish?"
I knew this speech. I had been given it many times. Whenever Ron did not like the person I was dating, he would casually introduce me to someone he did like.
"Is he gay? Are you just trying to set me up?" I frowned.
"No! Setting you up with my brother would be…" He shuddered again. "No, he's dating a girl."
Erasing my doubts, I admitted I was free.
"I can owl him," Ron decided.
"Cool."
I turned back around to continue organising the tea and coffee.
I sat on my couch, nervously awaiting the arrival of Charlie. I had done a massive cleanup and my living room/dining room/kitchen area was absolutely spotless. Obviously, I did it with magic because I am not actually very hardworking and focused. Charlie was getting the takeout so I had nothing to busy myself with. I heard the bell ring. It was odd hearing that sound because so often was I with the person coming in or they would just barge in.
I ran to the old wooden door and opened it. In the hall stood an early-thirties-looking redhead standing next to an astonishingly beautiful brunette.
"Hi, you must be Charlie," I smiled, holding out my hand.
"And you must be the famous Mr. Potter that I have heard so much about from my brother." He smiled back, taking my hand in a firm handshake. I felt heat run up my arm when I noticed his veiny biceps.
"Please, just call me Harry," I chuckled, gesturing for them to come in. As Charlie and his girlfriend strolled in and took seats on the couch, I noticed how good-looking Charlie was. No, I scolded myself. You are happy with Draco. But, I could not help myself. I mean, what was the harm of it? He was straight.
His red hair was uniquely darker than any of the other Weasleys'. It was reddish brown and was cut in much the same haircut that Draco had. His large muscles were visible in his tight button down. He was tall but well proportioned and had the most unique Weasley eyes. He had deep blue eyes that threatened to hypnotise you. He looked up at me with those dreamy eyes.
"So, what should we do?" He askes as he made the takeout appear on the table.
"Actually," His tall, slender girlfriend stood up. "I am meeting up weeth some old friends, so I'll head out. Be good, Char."
I only then realized that she was Romanian. She had learnt English very well and almost had no accent. She started walking to the door, her stilletos tik-takking on the hard wood floors.
"It was great meeting you," I smiled after her.
"You too, Harry Potter," She giggled as she disaparated with a pop. I turned back around to the blue-eyed weasley.
"I picked out a few movies for us to watch," I picked up a bag with some movies in it. As I read out the names, I laid them on the floor for Charlie to choose one. He chose some action/thriller movie that he had apparently been meaning to see. It was not really my type of movie but I did not want him to think I was a party pooper so I watched it. Although, throughout the movie, I could not help help but glance over at Charlie about a million times. I mean what was I supposed to do?
As I accio-ed the takeout to me, I realized that Charlie forgot to get us sodas and I knew that there was a vending machine with sodas, just down the hall. I graciously offered to buy us both some sodas. When I got back my hands were full of the sodas so I kicked the door shut. Placing the drinks on the floor, I saw that Charlie had wandered out of the living room.
"Hey, Harry," Charlie called out from the dining area.
"Yes?" I smiled warmly as I walked briskly over to him.
"So Mum gave me these candles, and you know how she is, and I'm meeting her tomorrow and she'll know if I haven't used them, so d'ya think I could just light a few?"
I found no reason why not.
He had soon scattered them around the floor and lit them with an incindiery spell. We both watched them for a minute. The flickering was hypnotising.
"So…" I sat down on the sofa. "You work with drago–"
A large click interrupted me as I watched the lights flickered out. We were now in total darkness. Except for the candles. My heart raced as I realized how romantic this scene was. I wished Draco was here to share it with me, but to be honest, it was pretty nice to share it with Charlie anyway. Looking around the dark room, I figured that I had forgotten to pay the electricity bill.
"Lumos," I whispered as I walked. Sure enough, on my dining table, at the top of the stack of bills was an envelope from the electricity company, marked with the words 'final notice' in red.
""Well, Charlie, it appears that I forgot to pay the electricity bills," I chuckled awkwardly.
"Well, we shouldn't let that ruin our night," He grinned, standing up.
"Let's play truth or dare!" Charlie grabbed my arm and dragged me back into the living room. He pushed me onto the couch and he sat on the floor.
"I'll start," I smiled. "Truth or Dare?"
"I'll be boring and choose truth." Charlie took a sip from his soda.
It took me a minute to think of something. "What is something that, like, no one knows about you?"
Charlie thought about it for a minute before erupting into laughter.
"I have Rita Skeeter's name tattooed on my back."
I felt my jaw drop. This super hot hunk in my living room had the name of a super obnoxious reporter tattooed on his back.
"You don't believe me?" He chuckled.
I shook my head, hoping he would show it to me.
"Alright, then," Charlie gave me an unconsciously sexy smirk.
He peeled the tight button down off his upper body. As he tossed the shirt to the floor, it landed by the door. The door shuddered and at the sight of his bare chest, so did I. He turned around and I stood up. Upon closer inspection, there actually was a small tattoo on his upper back. In small cursive, the word "Rita" was on his skin.
I fell back onto the couch, erupting in laughter. One word flew through my mind.
"Why?" I laughed.
"Firewhiskey, friends, and a game of dare," He sat back down on the sofa.
We sat in a far-from-awkward silence for a few minuted, both of us chuckling about the tattoo.
"Why haven't you had it removed?" I turned to face him.
"Well, even magical tattoos are unremoveable without leaving a scar," he sighed, leaning back on the old couch.
"Okay, Truth or Dare?"
"Truth," I smiled.
"If it's not too personal, are you in a relationship?"
"Sort of, I guess. It's a bit difficult right now because he's a bit unsure…" I froze, realising my choice of words. I grimaced hoping that Ron had told him about my sexuality.
I saw Charlie's eyes widen and his mouth form a small 'o'.
"You're…" Charlie stammered.
"Did Ron not tell you?" I asked, furious with Ron.
He stayed silent.
"No? Ok, yes, I'm gay," I sighed.
"I guess taking off my shirt was… inappropriate," Charlie mumbled after a while.
"Whilst it might have been inappropriate, I can't say that it was not enjoyable," I chuckled, the stopped when I saw the slightly terrified look on his face. The silence settled into the room.
"I should go," Charlie stood up, grabbing his shirt from the floor.
"Oh, yeah! Great to meet you, Charlie!" I held out my hand to shake. Upon seeing the inevitable physical contact between us, he gave a small wave and practically ran out of my flat. I peered out of my window just in time to see him dash out of Diagon Alley and into the Leaky Cauldron.
I sat back on the couch before realising that, in his hasty exit, Charlie had left his candles. I made a mental note to owl Ron about it. I sat in silence for a minute, regretting opening up about my relationship with Draco.
Draco's insecurity stayed on my mind as I walked down Diagon Alley to the Magic Electricity Booth. I payed the bill and headed up to my flat and flicked on the TV. A movie was playing about astronauts or something, but after half an hour, I began to fall asleep, so I clambered into bed, longing for Draco's strong arms to rock me to sleep.