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Bill sighs heavily. "He looks 17." He hears Charlie choke on his own spit and winces, preparing for the scolding to come.

Chapter 3: Handling the longing

Charlie takes a few deep breaths as he thinks on what to say. "You do realize that your little love is about eight years younger than you?" Charlie starts slowly. Bill lifts his head. "Looks, not is. He is older than he looks." Charlie hums. "Mom is gonna kill you if you ever introduce him to her. Not only does he look like he's the same age as Ron, Fred and George, and a guy. He's a dark creature. She won't be happy, at all."

Bill groans as he drops his head onto his arms again. "I know, I know." He sighs. "And it's not like I'll ever see him again. I was nothing but dinner to him. He told me that from the start, and I didn't mind, but now I just want to see him again. And he is not my 'little love' as you call him." Bill adds belatedly. Charlie simply hums skeptically, before allowing himself to fall onto his back next to Bill. "So. What was it like to be a dark creature's meal?" He asks teasingly.

Bill snorts. "Very, very good. Best sex I've ever had." He answers honestly, making Charlie whistle. "Better than doing it with a Veela?" Bill rolls onto his side. "Doesn't even come close Char, Shuuren blew Fleur clear out of the water." Charlie chuckles. "Fleur would not be happy if she heard that." He snickers as Bill smirks at him. "Good thing she's not gonna hear it then." Both of them laugh.

After apparating back to his own house Shuuren drags his hands through his hair and pulls on it. "Dammit! Why? Why did I have to go after Bill Weasley of all people in that damn bar?!" He hisses angrily at himself as he starts pacing around his living room. "I could have talked every single person in that bar into my bed, but no… I just had to talk William, bloody, Weasley into pounding me through the bed." He snarks at himself before letting his body collapse into his comfy chair by the fireplace.

Huffing he heaves himself onto his feet again before making his way upstairs and into his bathroom. Stripping down to his birthday suit he starts the shower and steps inside to clean the scents of sex, sweat and, most importantly, Bill off of him. It won't do for one of his masters' pets to catch a whiff of the redhead on him.

Half an hour later he is standing in front of his mirror straightening his robes and applying the last of his glamours to his person. It won't do for someone to find out his identity. Closing his eyes, he concentrates on his occlumency shields, strengthening them, making sure that there are no cracks as well as shoving his memories of last night behind the nigh unbreakable walls of his mind. His so-called masters will never know what he is, or what he knows.

Blinking his eyes open, he starts for the kitchen to get a glass of red wine. Passing by the living room again, he stops as the Floo roars to life. He sighs, knowing he can kiss his wine goodbye now as he walks towards the fireplace and steps through it and to his master's side.

When Bill and Charlie finally stop laughing about Fleur's lack of sexual experience despite being a Veela, they move on to more mundane matters. They happily catch each other up on what has been happening in their lives until now. Bill explains, in detail, to Charlie what exactly had happened between him and Fleur to cause Bill to break of the engagement and leave her immediately.

At the end Charlie was more than ready to march over to Fleur and her parents and give the girl a piece of his mind and telling her parents just what exactly their daughter had done to his older brother.

Bill, after much bribing, coaxing and threatening finally manages to get Charlie to back off and asks after the dragons in his younger brother's care on the reserve. "-So they're great really." Charlie happily finishes, forgetting all about lynching Fleur. Bill smiles happily and nods. "So, who is taking care of them in your place right now then, Charlie?" Bill asks curiously.

"Well, one of the others has just come back from vacation, so he's taken over for me for a bit." Charlie explains. "But I'll have to go back in a few weeks. And to be honest, I can't wait to return to the reserve." Charlie sighs as his eyes glaze over, thinking about dragons and the reserve in Romania.

"BOYS, DINNER!' Molly's voice comes roaring throughout the house, causing a stampede of youths racing down the stairs to the kitchen for food. Bill gingerly sits up, feeling the movement pulling at the scratches on his back, before he and Charlie make their way down for some food before Ron eats all of it. Walking into the kitchen, Bill tries to be as invisible as possible as to avoid awkward questions from his siblings and parents. He is almost successful, before Ron notices him and unintentionally puts him on the hot seat.

"Hey Bill, you never did explain where that hickey on your neck came from." Ron comments innocently as every eye in the room is immediately focused on Bill. "Ah, well, umm…" Bill stammers as he tries to find a way out of the barrage of questions that is sure to come. "Yes Bill, where did that mark come from?" One of the twins asks slyly.

Bill quickly looks to Charlie for help, who shrugs helplessly, signaling that he is on his own. Bill sighs resignedly before answering. "I met someone at a bar I was at yesterday. We had some fun and then went our own ways again." When he looks up, his hope for this being the end of it is crushed under Molly Weasley's hard and disapproving look. But before Molly can scold him, the twins interject.

"Bill, you devil! Getting in-" "Bed with some hapless-" "Girl only to leave her-" "At the break of dawn." The twins crow gleefully. "Actually," Bill starts, "he left me, not the other way around. And personally I wouldn't mind seeing him again." Causing the twins to throw him identical astonished looks. "She left you?" "Just how bad were you?" The twins ask together. "Wait, did you just say he?" Ron asks loudly before Bill can answer the twins.

"Bill?" Molly asks softly and cautiously, as if Bill might attack her or run away. Bill sighs softly before looking at a point over his mother's shoulder as he answers the asked questions. "Yes, Ron, he. And no, Gred, Forge, he didn't think I was awful. In fact he was very happy with my skill." Bill adds as he glances at the twins before turning back to his mother. He can feel Charlie's wince as everyone watches the Weasley matriarch slowly turning red and he braces for the inevitable explosion.

AN: So. I'm no longer an Optometry student. I am now a second year Optician/Manager student. I didn't earn the required credits to continue optometry, so I went a step down the ladder and am planning to return to optometry after I get my college-degree and I've worked for a few years, as I'm paying for my schooling myself and optometry is ridiculously expensive.