Harry was not prepared for Charlie to be on his doorstep the next morning.
Draco had left on business not 2 minutes earlier. Had the redhead been waiting?
"Hi Harry." he says, smiling the way he would at dinner with the Weasley's. It was so close to genuine that you'd have to really know Charlie to notice that unnerving steely glint in his eyes.
Harry feels himself flush beneath that gaze. He had no idea what to say. It wasn't often that Charlie showed up at his place, maybe twice ever.
"Can I come in?" he asks after it becomes apparent that Harry was stunned silent.
Inwardly Charlie smirks, his nerve endings on fire at the power he still held over the other man.
Harry opens the door wider to allow him in. Charlie shuts it closed behind him and envelops Harry with his arms, resting his hands low on the other man's hips. He presses his face into Harry's hair and inhales deeply.
His hands tighten on Harry as he detects a scent that's not usually there. Malfoy. He blocks out the anger, slowly pushing Harry back against the wall.
Harry is still in such shock that his feet comply without a fight. Charlie bends to nip at Harry's ear, his other hand reaching lower to Harry's crotch, pleased to feel Harry come awake easily beneath his fingers.
Finally Harry's eyes focus.
"Charlie, wait..." he manages to say, placing his hands on the redhead's chest.
"Oh, you don't mean that do you?" Charlie responds, hands continuing to stroke Harry's now erect cock, lips moving lower to Harry's neck.
"Please Charlie, wait."
Harry just needed a moment to think, and Charlie wasn't giving it to him.
He pushes hard on Charlie's chest. The redhead finally allows himself to be pushed back, but growls unhappily.
"What the fuck Harry. You said you needed some time. Do you know how long it's been? Come on just let me fuck you. You know I'll make it good." He attempts to move closer once again but Harry sticks his hand out, preventing him from leaning in.
"Is that all you want from me?" Harry asks, managing to put himself back together a bit at the redhead's words.
Charlie feels his patience beginning to wane.
"What? You wan't a boyfriend now?" Charlie says dryly.
"I'm just asking what you want from me." Harry responds, pleading slightly.
"What I've always wanted, to be balls deep in that lovely arse of yours. And that pretty little mouth of course." He moves his thumb across Harry's bottom lip, inching closer to his mouth, but again Harry turns away.
Charlie slaps him sharply before moving away, pressing his hands to his forehead.
"Seriously Harry, what the fuck? What, is Malfoy your boyfriend now?"
Harry swallows.
"No.. but.."
After a moment Charlie pushes,
"But... but what?!"
"I don't want to.." Harry finishes weakly.
"Since when?" Charlie says sharply.
After a moment Harry says,
"I.. I don't know. I just don't want to Charlie." slightly more assertive.
"What, are you saving yourself for him?" Charlie spits sarcastically, continuing,
"You think you're going to whisk him off his feet and he'll stop fucking everyone else just for you?"
Harry feels himself go red, unsure of how to respond.
"I won't get tired of you Harry." Charlie continues, voice deepening.
"I like you just the way you are. And I enjoy what we have."
He moves close to the other man once again, and Harry weakly allows himself to be enveloped in a hug.
Just then the sound of the floo flaring startles Harry into action as he attempts to push Charlie away with no luck.
Just as he is about to force himself away Charlie lets go.
"Hello Malfoy." he says, that same unnerving smile back in place.
Draco takes in the scene before him with a neutral expression.
He ignores the redhead in favor of Harry.
"Everything alright Harry?" he asks.
"Yes, Draco. Charlie was just leaving." he says pointedly.
Before Charlie could say anything, Draco says.
"Don't leave on my account. I'm sure you two have some catching up to do." Draco pointedly ignores the burning feeling in his gut as the words leave his mouth.
Harry had unfinished business with Charlie. It was better to get that resolved sooner rather than later.
Without waiting, Draco turns back the way he came, departing before Harry could find the words to stop him.
"What did I tell you Harry, he doesn't care what you do in your free time." Charlie insists.
"I need you to leave Charlie." Harry demands, lump in his throat as he fights the urge to simply run after Draco.
Charlie, fed up, swings his arm across to table top, tossing everything to the ground before calming himself.
He takes Harry by the chin, who allows it to happen but stares up defiantly.
"You have no idea what you do to me Harry. It's so hard to me to control myself with you. Look, I get it, as much as I don't like it. Let me know when you've come to your senses, okay? I'll be waiting."
Charlie eyes Harry up and down greedily once more before clenching his fists and departing through the front door.
Harry lets lose a breath he didn't realize that he was holding. He would be lying if he said Charlie's words didn't shake him. Maybe he was being dumb, but the only thing he could think to do was find Draco.