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Word Count: 540

Happy Idiot

Charlie climbed off his motorbike with a sigh and exchanged his helmet for his usual hat, stashing the helmet in the seatbox and pulling out the bottle of wine he'd brought with him. He was dreading the next few minutes—possibly hours, if Harry didn't forgive him.

He approached the door, feeling the meticulous wards wash over him. He was a little surprised they still accepted him in all honesty, and he pushed the door open with a little trepidation.

He found Harry in the living room, in his pyjamas, a lemon yellow blanket wrapped over his legs. There was a book on the arm of the chair, but by the time Charlie was there, Harry was waiting for him, an odd look in his eyes.

"What are you doing here?"

Charlie blinked. "Uh. I'm…"

Harry waited and then waved his hand. "You're..?"

"I guess I came to apologise."

Harry snorted. "You didn't do anything wrong. It was a misunderstanding, that's all."

"Pretty big misunderstanding, Harry."

Harry nodded but shrugged. Stubborn sod. "No harm, no foul. I know where I stand now and it's all fine, Charlie. Don't worry about it."

"You're killing me, Potter."

Harry blinked. "Eh?"

"I didn't realise we were dating, Harry; that doesn't mean I'm against it. I just… didn't know."

"Huh."

"Yeahhh. So how about you stop being stubborn and actually talk to me, hmm?"

"I… okay? Does that mean we… can be dating?"

"I'm hoping to be, by the end of this conversation."

"Oh. Well then. Have at it."

Charlie snorted. "Have you been wearing those pyjamas all day?"

"Yes. Yes I have."

"And have you eaten?"

"Uh. Does ice cream count?"

"No, probably not."

Charlie couldn't help but smile at the new sparkle in Harry's eyes. It made them even more beautiful than they usually were.

"So…. I'm going to go and raid the kitchen for food, and we can eat and—"

"Do we really need to talk?" Harry asked, interrupting him. "I mean, I already thought we were dating, so I'm onboard. And you said you are so… we're good?"

"Are we?"

Harry nodded. "I think so."

Charlie smiled. That was far more painless than he'd expected. He stood up, and was about to suggest Harry come and keep him company in the kitchen when he saw Harry wince.

"You told me that you were okay!" he accused. "You promised!"

"I'm fine," Harry said. "Just… perhaps not completely one hundred percent in fully working order?"

"Harry—"

"Look, I'd just found out that I thought we were dating when you didn't and… I just didn't want you there right then, okay?"

Charlie sighed. "Give me the rundown?"

"It's nothing really," Harry said, wrinkling his nose. "Normal aches and pains after a mission gone a bit west. I've got a killer headache though."

Rolling his eyes, Charlie stood up. "I'll get you some food and a pain potion."

He pressed a kiss to Harry's temple and his way back and startled. It just felt so… natural.

Harry beamed up at him, and Charlie reached out to run his hand through Harry's dark locks.

Yeah, this was right. He'd been an idiot, but he was happy for it if this was what he gained from it.

Written for:

Record Collection: 11. Sparkle

Amber's Attic: 23. Wear pajamas all day

Film Festival: 25. "You're killing me, [Surname]."

Marvel Appreciation: Captain America: Stubborn / Motorbike

Lyric Alley: 4. I'm hoping to be

Hot Chocolate Station: 19. Meticulous

Fill A Christmas Stocking: 29. Lemon yellow

Write Letter's To Santa: Step 4: 9. Wine

Snowball Fights: 13. Charlie / Stubborn

Big Dinner Bash: Extra: Scalloped Oysters: Stubborn

Toy Making: Book 3: Beautiful

Pop Figures: Movie: 320. Edward Cullen - Sparkle

Hogwarts Talent Show: Knitting: Didn't know they were dating / A hat / Killer /"You told me that you were okay! You promised!"