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Chapter 23: Now What

Harry was awoken by the sound of a door closing. It sounded far away and it took awhile to realise where he was. He was naked and in bed. He never slept naked and why did he feel so warm and happy? Statistically, he should be waking up in a cold sweat worrying about something.

Then last night played in his head and Harry let a low moan. He had had sex with Charlie! It was amazing and... he was leaving?

Harry jumped out of bed, found his boxers and jeans and ran downstairs. Just as he entered the hallway he heard someone whistling. Harry peaked his head in and watched as a shirtless Charlie was making food with a combination of muggle and magical means.

He must have heard Harry because he turned around and when he saw shirtless Harry, he smiled.

"Morning." he said cheerfully. He waved his wand and the kettle on th stove moved to the table and poured a cup of tea. "I asked Kreacher to cook so he let me."

Harry had nothing to saw to this, so he sat down. However, his head was going in a thousand directions. Did this mean they were boyfriends? Were they expected to be married? Can two wizards be married? They had not even had a date yet. What would the press say about all of this? Charlie was older than he was, like 8 years older. Would he want to settle down now? Harry did not mind really but this was all rather sudden.

"Harry you are thinking too much." Charlie's voice ran through his head.

Charlie had made a breakfast of tea, bacon, eggs, and toast. He had placed a plate of it in front of Harry and he sat down to his own plate.

"So... uhhhhh was that... your first time?" Charlie asked as he bit into a piece of bacon. Harry almost spit out the tea he was sipping. He nodded. "Thought so." Charlie said and upon looking at Harry's face, immediately backpedaled, blushing. "Not that I am complaining! It was really good and all..." He looked up to see Harry's face the same shocked expression. "Bloody hell" Charlie said as he placed his head into his large hands.

Harry started laughing and the tears in his eyes were half from laughing and half from sadness. Charlie sounded so much like Ron with the 'bloody hell' he could not stop himself. Charlie looked up with questioning blue eyes and then started laughing as well. They took their time laughing to get rid of the nerves they were feeling. After a few minutes, they were eating their breakfast again and when they were both full, they turned to each other.

"Charlie..." Harry started first. "I uhhhh... yeah last night was great and I really like you. Do you..."

"Want to see other people?" Charlie asked, his voice not changing

"What?" Harry asked, his mouth agape. "What are you talking about? I was going to say "Do you want to go on a date?""

Charlie blushed again and looked away.

"Ah... well... we could... I mean I am not used to it... up at the reserves, we kept things... casual." Charlie explained.

"Casual?"Harry asked innocently.

"Ahhh we would... have sex... and not really date. When your life in on the line daily, you don't really worry about relationships." Charlie explained, his blush matching his hair. "So... I have had sex before... but I am a relationship virgin." Charlie finally explained.

Harry immediately felt better. It was not himself that was the issue, it was the fact they both were virgins when it came to relationships.

'Well,' Harry thought 'I was in a relationship with Ginny at the end of 6th year.'

"Ah... well... we are not in mortal peril right now..." Harry offered.

"We are working for the Minister." Charlie said "We could be called away again and one of us may not make it back."

"Yeah there is that..." Harry admitted "but I would really like to date you Charlie." Harry said, and he blushed a little "If you are not planning on seeing anyone else. I know I am a little young and."

Charlie reached across the table and placed a kiss on Harry's lips.

"I have liked you for a while Harry, especially after Hermione let it slip you like guys. I did not know the feeling was mutual." Charlie said after the brief kiss. "I just wanted you to be happy and with someone who you can settle down with. Right now, my work is in Romania as is my home. I have little money and my job is dangerous."

"Right and I am never the target of a dark wizard attack." Harry said sarcastically. "My life is simple and never complicated."

Charlie smiled. "This is true. If we were to...date I do not think it would make sense for me to go back to Romania. However, I need to work. I do not want to mooch off of you." Charlie said defiantly and Harry did not want to test the Weasley temper.

"Well... I know I offered the job to Ron but right now I do not really care... Would you like to work at Weasley's Wizard Wheezes? I think you would have more of a sense of humor than Ron and Percy needs all the help he could get." Harry smiled bashfully as Charlie let out his bell like laugh.

"This is true. I am sure Percy would not mind and it would be full time. Only problem is what of my family?" Charlie asked "Mum kicked me out."

Harry's stomach dropped. What had he done to Charlie?

Charlie noticed the look Harry had on his face and held up a hand.

"I was going to tell my family I was gay soon enough. They reacted although apparently dad is on our side." Charlie said firmly. "I am old enough to make my own decisions. So are you. Now I need to find a place to move to."

"You are moving into here."Harry said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Harry... we aren't even dating yet. Moving in together?" Charlie asked.

"You can take my current room and I can take Sirius's old room. We don't have to... sleep together and if you want you can pay rent. You will have a steady income once the shop is up and running. I will send a letter to Gringotts and spend the money to get it up and running. If you want, you can go to Romania now and get your stuff."

"Harry..." Charlie started to interrupt.

"No arguments. You are moving in."Harry said and he stood up. "Kreacher!"

CRACK!

"Yes Master Potter?"

"Go with Charlie to help move his things from his house to my room. Charlie is moving in and you are to obey him as you would obey me. Can you do that Kreacher?"

Kreacher nodded and soon both Charlie and Kreacher were flooing to Romania.

Harry went back to his room and cleaned up his room as best he could and, using his wand, managed to move his stuff into Sirius's old used what cleaning spells he knew and cleaned the dust out of the room and managed to make it more presentable.

Harry fetched himself a shirt and then floo called Gringotts. Hodgrip answered his call and Harry told them of the plans to open the shop again. Hodgrip bowed and set about with the paperwork.

Harry, feeling productive, then firecalled Percy at the ministry and told him of the plans to open soon and that he could work part time if he wanted. Percy agreed and liked the idea of Charlie living in London and away from dragons. A joke shop was "more reasonable" than working with dragons apparently.

Harry retreated back to his new room and did some decorating. By the time he heard Charlie and Kreacher return, the room was clean and his stuff was put away. Down the hall, he heard Charlie moving things. Kreacher appeared to Harry and asked him if he needed anything. Harry declined and Kreacher left.

Harry sat down on his new bed as a wave of emotion hit him. He was now living with someone and not only that, they had slept together. It was a little overwhelming. He was only 18 and free for the first time in his life. However, he really liked Charlie. He wished he knew what to do.

Then something triggered in his brain and he remember another couple he knew. The only problem is that he had no idea how to contact them. Harry's mind went to Hermione, seeing that she would know and then Harry felt guilt.

'She is at St Mungo's and you are worrying about trival things? What kind of freind are you' Harry thought as he ran down the stairs.

"I am going to St Mungo's to check on Hermione and Malfoy." Harry said as he passed Charlie's room. A grunt from Charlie's room signified that he heard. Ignoring the swooping sensation in his gut, Harry went to the fireplace and flooed into St. Mungo's.

Harry was thankful that the magical hospital was not busy. He approached the welcome witch, who was busy looking bored.

"I am looking for Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy." Harry said calmly. The witch gave him a look and seemed to realize who he was. Thankfully, she took it in her stride.

"4th floor dear." the welcome witch said as she smiled warmly. "And no worries Mr Potter, I will not tell anyone that you are here."

Harry smiled back and nodded his head.

Harry was on the familiar 4th floor and as he looked around. Harry saw the closed ward where he knew three people resided. On the oppisite side of the floor, he saw numerous beds that looked like the hospital wing at Hogwarts. At the far end, he saw the back of Minister of Magic.

Harry walked to the two beds furthest away and saw a sleeping Draco and Hermione. Narcissa was sitting next to Draco, her hand on his. Shacklebolt was looking at the two of them.

"Minister." Harry said quietly and the Minister turned.

"Good to see you are alright. Miss Granger has been given her money and yours has been deposited in your vault. Now can you..."

"Draco not only saved me but he did not kill Rookwood, a Dragonbrood did. I saw it and you can view my memory in a pensive if you wish. " Harry said firmly.

"I believe you Harry. No need for that." the Minister said, waving his hand.

"How are they?" Harry asked.

"Draco is healing from the forced spellwork on him. He will make a full recovery but it will take a while. Hermione will be fine by tomorrow." The Minister said calmly.

Harry sighed heavily.

"I am grateful for that. Mrs. Malfoy, do you have a place to stay?"

Narcissa looked up at Harry.

"Not really. Malfoy Manor was all I had." she said, her voice trying to sound imperious. She was failing miserably.

"I believe the Black family have a small mansion in London." Harry said, trying to remember what all he had. He needed to carry a list.

"The mansion in Battersea? That is a very nice place. Why would you give it to us?" Narcissa asked. He saw the mask slip back on, the mask that kept her alive when she was surrounded by Death Eaters.

"You are of the Black family. I accepted you back into the family as well as Draco. It is my right to give and you should have it. There should be two house elfs there. "

"I remember them. I went there when I was a little girl. Reeny and Beam... I remember where it is at! How?"

"It must be that you are officially a Black again and I am giving it to you. I am guessing Sirius was very strict on who got what when he died." Harry said, ignoring the burning sensation in his eyes. "My guess is he did not want Bellatrix to not have anything so he made very sure to close up all loopholes. Now that you are recognized as a family member, you will have access to houses again. I will tell Kreacher to tell those house elfs to expect Draco and yourself." Harry said. He knew that Bellatrix and Narcissa were sisters but he did not know how close they were.

"Thank you... Harry Potter." she said.

Harry smiled, "No problem."

Harry went over to Hermione's bedside and smiled. The smartest and bravest witch of his age was sleeping peacefully. As he was thinking, his mind drifted to the fact he should inform the Weasleys of Hermione's condition. As if pulled out of nowhere, the Weasley clan minus Bill and Ginny showed up with Ron almost knocking Harry out of the way as if he was not even there. Then he remembered the Howler Mrs Weasley sent. She was not looking at him but Percy and Mr Weasley gave him small smiles. As Percy joined the cue around Hermione's bed, Mr Weasley beckoned him forward and Harry joined Mr Weasley.

"I am sorry about how Molly and Ron have been treating you Harry." Mr Weasley began but Harry held up a hand.

"I know... Thank you for understanding and just so you know Charlie is living at Number 12 with me. If you would be kind, when Hermione wakes up, tell her that she can stay at Number 12 as well if... you know... she doesn't want to go back to the Burrow. Her stuff is still at Number 12."

"I will tell her Harry. And you can call me Arthur if you wish. We are both adults." Arthur smiled and Harry nodded at the older man.

"Thank you... Arthur. Have you contacted Ginny about Hermione being here?"

"Not yet." Arthur said.

"I will go and tell her then in person as well as a few other things. It is on the way Arthur because I need to see Headmistress Mcgonagall about something." Harry said, remembering his questions about Animagus training.

"Thank you Harry. Just be careful, Ginny has been more emotional as of late so don't expect it to go smoothly." Arthur said with a grim expression. They bid each other goodbye and Harry went back to Number 12 to tell Charlie where he was going and to change into a more wizard apparel. Harry changed into a deep crimson robe and on his way downstairs,Charlie took an opportunity to kiss Harry on the cheek as he passed Charlie's room. His cheek still burning, Harry apparated to Hogsmeade to go see the Headmistress of Hogwarts.