Last chapter…

Harry stood and went to open the door, only to find Sirius, Remus, Fred, George, Ginny, and Ron and Hermione listening in on their conversation. "Fuck! Charlie will kill me." He muttered and motion Ron and 'Mione in before sneering at the rest, who grinned sheepishly at him. He growled, "You tell anyone, especially Molly and Arthur, and I will personally hex off you four (he motioned to the four males) ability to have kids and you Miss Ginny, I will turn into a man and do the same to. So, whose gonna run off and tell everyone, hmm?"

They all had gone terribly pale and now they shook their heads and scurried away. Harry grinned, "I thought so."

He turned back to the room at large and, closing the door, put up a silencing and locking spell. They had plans to make.

Chapter 7 – Awkward Situations, Plots, and Nearly-Naked Boys

Ten minutes later and a floo call resulted in an unexpected visit. The flames in the fireplace in Harry's bedroom turned green and flared up as Charlie walked through. The older Weasley apparently didn't notice the three other people in the room because, upon clearing the floo, he grabbed Harry and crushed him in a hug. However, when he presumed to kiss Harry, Draco came up behind him and growled.

Hermione came up on Harry's other side and repeated Draco sentiments. Charlie pulled back hurriedly, confused (Poor Charlie!). Harry smiled strangely, "Charlie, you might not want to kiss in the presents of my girlfriend…and my boyfriend. It really leads to awkward situations."

Charlie stared at Harry for a moment. Then laughed. "How did you manage that?" He turned to Draco and Hermione, who were still scowling and glaring at him. "You two are fine with him dating both of you?"

They seemed surprised by that question. They looked at one another for a moment. They said, "We're dating each other as well, why would we mind?"

Charlie's eyebrows rose. "My, the younger generation is very open-minded. So, why did you floo call me, if not for…" He trailed off. His face had goon pale and he stared at something over Harry's shoulder. "Uh-Oh….Hi, Ron."

"Hey, Charlie, how's Romania?"

Charlie went even paler. Harry heard the note in Ron's voice to. Whenever a Weasley is very, very angry they acquire this strange, calm voice and talk about trivialities. It's the calm before the storm. Harry shook his head. "Ronald Bilius Weasley! What did we agree before we floo called Charlie, hmm?" Hermione, apparently, had caught it too.

He looked at her blankly. It didn't work. Harry walked up to his best friends and, with one eyebrow raised, looked him in the eye. Ron looked back, the simmer of anger visible in his eyes, but only just. A Very bad sign. "This is Marauder business, Ron. You cannot tell anyone about what just happened, or what you used the extendable ears to overhear what I told Draco." The four S-G Marauders glowed for a moment.

Charlie gasped. "You're under an Unbreakable Vow? None of you are old enough for that kind of magic."

Draco gave him a withering look, "You're kidding me, right? Weasley, this is the All-powerful Saint Potter, we're talking about. He can do anything the fuck he wants to, including being—"

"Thank you, Draconus Darling. Nevertheless, you will stop speaking immediately. Good boy." Harry called over his shoulder in an icy tone.

Draco winced at the name and shut up. He looked at Harry back for a moment then continued, "As I was going to say, before I was most rudely interrupted," He threw in Harry's direction. "He can do anything the fuck he wants to, including being a pompous ass most of the time and making bloody fool of the rest of us."

"Thank you once again, Malfoy dear, but I think you do a pretty good job of that yourself."

Draco sneered. "Shut up, Ponce."

"Bugger off, Poof!"

"Fuck off, Fag!"

"Fuck yourself, Whore!"

"Fuck you, Slut!"

Charlie stared open-mouthed at the two. He turned to Hermione and asked in a whisper, "Are you sure they're dating?"

Hermione shushed him and gestured for him to listen.

Harry turned to the blond, smirking the Malfoy Smirk. "Fuck you? Gladly."

Draco mirrored his expression and went over to the raven-haired teen. "I sure you would, wouldn't you?"

Hermione leaned into Charlie and whispered, "About now it get rather dirty, so if you are uncomfortable silence yourself."

Charlie just shook his head and stared transfixed at the pair, who were now so close to one another they were almost touching.

Draco continued, "You would fuck me hard wouldn't you? Push me against the wall and…"

"Definitely, Slam you against the wall and feel your body against me, feel you wanting me, hard for me. I'd kiss you hard and slip my hand down you trousers. I would feel you hard for me…"

"And I'd jerk against you, delicious friction, rubbing myself against your muscled body." They were pressed together now, their voice hushed. Harry slipped the tips of his fingers into the waistband of Draco's pant.

Hermione cleared her throat. "Harold, Draconus, we have a visitor and I do not think this is quite appropriate a show to put of for him."

The two looked at her, then at Charlie who stared back with wide eyes, and blushed slightly. Just as they were about to pull apart, the door opened and Sirius and Remus came in followed by three more Weasleys (the twins and Ginny). Their jaws all dropped, and Ron snapped out of his stupor, looking a bit green at the sight before him.

"Guys, we have work to do!" Ron said. The two teens pulled apart. "What do you guys want?"

The question was aimed at the group in the doorway. Remus cleared his throat and said, "Uh…we, heard some noise and wanted to check on you guys…Um, you're not really allowed to have Charlie in here…Why is he here anyway?"

Harry spoke up quickly. "I asked him to come over for a visit. Draco wanted to met him."

Sirius' eyes narrowed. "That wouldn't be…awkward at all?" He looked suspicious.

"No, not at all." Harry grinned evilly and glanced at Ron. "We were even thinking of asking Charlie to join 'Mione and Draco and I."

Sirius, Remus, Draco, Hermione, and Charlie laughed at the expressions on the others' faces. "We'll just leave then…" George said. In addition, pulled the door closed after them.

"Good," Harry said, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Now, down to business!"

Charlie raised an eyebrow.

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"Can you do that, Charlie?" Harry looked up at the older man from his seat on the floor.

Charlie raised an eyebrow and nodded. "How are you going to—"

"Temporary Shrinking Charm."

"Oh I seriously think that none of you have that kind of power."

Draco snorted. "Potter has plenty of power enough to do that. I mean he is Saint Potter after all. If he can—" Harry shot Draco a warning look. "beat the Dark Lord, five times no less. He is the fucking Boy-who-Lived."

"My, my, Draco, you sounded just like your old assholic self." Harry commented, smirking. "It'll work, Charlie, trust me."

"All right. Well, I should go. I think I'll come back in the morning and says hi to some of my old teachers." He exited the same way he had come, through the floo. Leaving a few very dangerous and highly needed times behind…well, kinda items…

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The next morning was…eventful. Everyone was sitting calmly, talking, in the great hall. The door stood open and Hermione sat asking Ron where the other two were when her question was answered. The shout was heard by the whole hall, "What the fuck! Draco, calm down!"

Following this, a raven-haired Gryffindor, clad in only a pair of silk boxers, nearly flew into the hall. He was running at an alarming speed. Close behind, a blond Slytherin followed, fully dressed and aiming mild curses at Harry's head. "Calm down? I'll give you calm! What the fuck were you two doing?"

At that comment, Hermione's grin dropped away and she stood. Harry ran pasted and around the corner of the table, dodging curses all the while. "Draco, calm the fuck down. I wasn't doing anything! You're insane! Stop fucking cursing me!"

"Potter! Don't bullshit me!" Draco shouted across the table. Harry faked and tried to move but Draco moved with him. "You're in your fucking boxers you that…that man-whore, In the Fucking Bathroom!"

Harry nearly growled in frustration. "Malfoy, chill! For the love of Merlin! I was talking to him and I went to change, okay? He came in before I finished!" Harry somehow managed to end up behind the Ravenclaw table, still dodging curses.

"Oh! Really? How long before you finished, Potter! Did he kiss you again? Huh?"

"What the fuck, Malfoy! You have issues. No Charlie didn't kiss me, nor I him. Okay?"

"Why should I believe you, hmm?"

"So the real problem here is not whether I trust you, it's whether you trust me? You must really think I'm a whore, huh, Malfoy? I mean, he's what eight year older then me?"

"You are in the fucking great hall in only your boxers, so you must want attention—"

"This is your fucking fault. Don't you dare blame this on me! Just because you get hard every time you look at me, doesn't mean everyone else does."

Draco froze for a moment, allowing Harry to make it to the doorway. "You'll fucking pay for that, Potter!"

The two disappeared. Every single person in the hall, including the teachers sat, frozen, except Hermione who hurried out after them. She followed the sound of insults hurled back and forth.

She stopped just round the corner from them. She heard their conversation.

"Draco, I'm fucking sorry, okay, but nothing happened!" Harry almost pleaded.

"Fine." Draco's voice was clipped and harsh.

"You don't believe me." Harry had lowered his voice to nearly a whisper. It wasn't a question, but a dejected statement.

Draco seemed to soften. "No, Potter, I do trust you. It's that Weasley man, I don't trust."

"Draco, Charlie knows I am in a relationship. He's just my friend. He would do anything I didn't want him to and I don't want him to kiss me."

Draco looked searchingly at the raven-haired teen, then smiled slightly. Harry grinned in relief and kissed him. Draco smirked into Harry's mouth and his hand was gripping the waistband of Harry's boxers, when he felt an iron grip on his wrist. Harry had stopped him. He growled, "Don't try it, Draco."

Draco leaned in and hissed, sexily. "Fine, Harry. Have it your own way."

Good thing for Harry that they were almost at their rooms and that everyone was in the Great hall. Draco had lifted his wand and vanished Harry's boxers. The raven-haired boy took off like a shot. And vanished into his room when he came to it. Draco followed at a leisurely pace, grinning widely.

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