A/N: Yay, the slump I had for the last couple of weeks is GONE! In fact it's so gone that I managed to write two chapters in one day so next update is going to be soon.
..oo00oo..
Oliver
I hate floo travelling. Of all the bloody magical ways of travelling- this is the worst! I mean, for Merlin's sake, we are wizards; we should be able to come up with a method to move from one place to another without ending up nauseated and covered in soot! And today, not only was I going to take one floo ride, but two!
Dumbledore craftily planned our trip to Berlin so that Hagrid and I first floo over to the ministry in London and then take the international floo from there. Oh, joy. The international floo was twice as faster as the local one and promised about three times the nausea. I can hardly wait.
I was up half the night, first trying to figure out what I need to pack, then trying to think if there is the slightest chance I could worm my way out of going and then the rest of the night trying to make sense from the little chat I had with Draco.
That stupid conversation left me feeling like a complete pillock. It wasn't a fight, we didn't even exchange harsh words, but it was weird. It left me feeling far worse than I would have if we did fight. Draco looked like he wanted to say something, I know I wanted to say so much and neither of us said anything. I was still crushed by the knowledge that I was going away from him- I couldn't really think straight, not that I ever could when he is around.
This morning I walked to the headmaster's office with an air of someone going to the gallows. It was the prospect of the floo, I think. Or maybe it was everything piled up on top of everything and I just couldn't see anything positive actually happening to me in the near (or far) future. When I entered Dumbledore's office Hagrid was already there, he looked pretty much like I felt and I couldn't help but smile, apparently I wasn't the only one dreading the floo ride.
The first stage of the voyage passed someone decently. We arrived in London in one piece- which is the best thing I could say about it. It was ten a.m. which meant it was way too early for lunch and a much needed stall before continuing and thus we hardly had any time to complain and bitch about our misfortune. The only bright point was that the heads of the conference connected the international floo directly to the hotel and we were spared from yet another ride.
Hagrid was the first to step inside the fireplace and I followed shortly after. I shot my eyes tightly and tried not to succumb to the feeling of my internal organ trying their best to escape my body. When I stumbled out of the grit I promptly fell flat on my face. Instead of a loud thump and a cold floor there was a soft "Whoomph" and my vision was full of black hair. It took me a couple of seconds to realize that I fell on top of Hagrid who was sprawl on the floor looking somewhat green around the gills. The first thought that crossed my mind was "Thank Merlin he went first!"
"Oliver Wood?" I lifted my head above Hagrid's shaggy beard to see who was talking to me, my eyes travelled upward and upwards to reveal a pair of posh dragon-hide boots, strong legs, muscular torso and arms and a head full of red hair. Now how could I possibly think that there could be a dangerous creatures' conference without the presence of Charlie Weasley?
Charlie was smiling down at me and offered me a hand. I took it and he hulled me up. I was still feeling a bit dizzy but I managed to stay on both my own feet.
"Fancy seeing you here." He said cheerfully and I gave him a shaky smile,
"I came to help Hagrid." I said. There was a groan from the floor and Charlie bent down to inspect the half giant,
"Hagrid, m'boy, are you dead?"
"Hmpmmst." Was the only answer he received. Charlie straitened up and smiled at me, "He'll be right. Come on, let's get you checked in." I let him lead me to the counter where a beautiful Frauline was looking at Hagrid with a strange look in her eyes- well, I can't really blame her. It's not every day you see a half-giant sprawled in front of your fireplace looking sickly green and moaning pathetically.
"Your room isn't ready yet, Mister Vood." She said, not sounding in the least bit sorry.
"Well, you can crash in my room for now." Charlie said briskly, and I was thrown back five years- Charlie taking charge of everything again. If I didn't feel like my head was about to drop from my shoulders and roll across the floor I probably would have felt a little insulted. "You make sure that Mr. Hagrid gets to his room once it's ready." He told the stewardess firmly, "You can leave him on the floor for now. It's probably the safest place for him anyway." Needless to say- she didn't look at all pleased at that. But Charlie couldn't care less, he grabbed my arm and we started making our way to the stairs.
"Where's your luggage?" he asked, was he trying to make small talk or did he really care?
"Shrunk and in my pocket." I told him.
"That a good idea." I looked at him sceptically,
"It's the only idea. How do you travel?"
"On a broom." He said happily and I felt like strangling someone. This was so unfair! Why does Charlie get to ride a broom while I have to suffer the horrible floo? "We didn't have much choice, we brought Norbert with us." He explained,
"Norbert?"
"He's a dragon. Oh, I should probably tell Hagrid. That'll make his day." Charlie threw a glance behind his shoulder to where Hagrid was still sprawled on the floor. "Hmm, maybe later."
When we reached the room Charlie opened the door and held his hand out to indicate I was to enter first. The room was quite small. Ok, it was tiny, there weren't any chairs.
"A little on the small side, but who cares." Charlie declared. Well, comparing to the room he had in his parents' house it was a palace… "Sit on the bed." He practically ordered and I found myself complying. Guess I still haven't completely freed myself of Charlie's authority. "Can I tempt you with some firewhiskey?"
"Oh, gods yes." This is the best idea I've heard all day. Charlie chuckled and went over to where his suitcase lay open on the floor.
"What about Hagrid?" I asked, maybe we shouldn't leave him like that to the mercy of the Germans. They wouldn't know what to do with him, we hardly do ourselves.
"Oh, I bet he's brought a stash of his own." Said Charlie and it took me a second to realize he was talking about the booze.
"No, I mean should we really leave him there on the floor?"
"Why, do you think you can lift him?" I took the glass from Charlie's hand and shook my head at him. He wasn't taking me seriously at all. Charlie flopped himself on the bed with a glass of his own and put the bottle between us. "So, Oliver, tell me everything." I raised my eyebrows at him, "Since when are you working in Hogwarts? Fill me in, boy. The last news I received from home was that you joined the ranks of Puddlemere United."
"Charlie, that was nearly four years ago." I told him.
"See? That only proves my point!" I gave him a quizzical look and he grinned, "Ok, maybe it's not the latest news I've heard but we don't really get the "Daily Prophet" in Romania, you know. So tell me all about how you ended up here of all places." I took a large swig of my drink and felt the liquor burn its way down, warming me from the inside. Well, he asked for it.
Before long I found myself telling Charlie everything, about the team, the injury, Dumbledore's offer, Madame Hooch eloping (Charlie found this bit quite hilarious), the letter from the team calling me back and Draco. I didn't really mean to tell him about Draco but he kept filling my glass and I needed to get it all out, every last bit of it. Only when I thought about it and said it all and everything was lined up like that it felt so much worse than before. I can't believe that my life turned out to be such a mess in only four months. It was depressing. Charlie didn't say much during my rant; he only shook his head and continues to fill my glass.
At first I didn't even notice the feathery kisses on my cheeks, but then Charlie kissed my nose all the way to the tip and soon his lips found mine. I don't know why, I don't know how, I just know that I needed someone to comfort me, to say that everything would be fine and that all this bad luck and rubbish time would pass and soon. And I was hyped on firewhiskey and Charlie isn't the kind of guy that would settle for soft kisses and empty promises and it's been five long years since that summer and before I could wrap my mind around things I was naked on all fours with Charlie pounding hard into me. And it felt so good, and I needed it so bad because for the first time in the past week I was able to stop thinking, stop worrying and just let myself be swept away.
When I woke up the next morning I found myself in a little stuffy hotel room, naked in a tussled bed and a strong freckled arm circling my waist. It took my firewhiskey-washed mind a moment to remember what happened last night. I sighed, last night… it was good while it lasted but it solved nothing, and now I have a killer headache and a sore arse because it's been quite a while since I bottomed for anyone. I removed the arm from me and got up, at least this crummy room has an in suite bathroom. I stood under the hot spray and tried to will my brain to work again. Who know it would take so little for Charlie to get me back exactly where he wanted me? But then again, I was never able to resist him. Not from the start.
.oo0oo.
The start was five years ago. No, that's not really true, is it? The real start was in my third year, the year I joined the Quidditch team, and Charlie became my captain. Sometimes I think that the only reason I befriended Percy was to get close to his older brother. But five years ago things took a turn to the… well, a turn-
I was just out of Hogwarts for my last summer vacation, after finishing the sixth year. Eduard, my father finally decided that a flamer for a son was too much and upped and left and Eva, my mother decided I should spend at least part of the summer away from their constant fighting. Percy invited me to stay with him at the Burrow that summer and I was only too glad to except the invite. As usual the Burrow was full, not only with at least six Weasley children but with Harry and Hermione as well. While spending time with the smaller version of Gryffindor house was nice, I was really there for Charlie. Charlie who left school three years ago in order to pursue his passion for dragons, Charlie who was my esteemed Quidditch Captain and role model.
That first night in the Burrow I sneaked into his room. I was more than ready to move on from what happened last summer and there was no one who I wanted more than him.
After the first night things took an urgent tone. We would meet each other every night on the same shadowed and far corner of the garden and he would teach me. Now, most people when they first meet Charlie Weasley they only see a young respectable man, somewhat strange maybe in his career choices but a good sport all around. What most people don't know is that Charlie has a real kink to him. There is virtually nothing he wouldn't try- sex wise. And he was more than eager to pass his knowledge down to me, sort of educates the younger generation of pervs. Rimming, sex toys, bondage, spanking, light S&M, role playing, props. We did it all. And I was eager to learn and eager to be with him and he had control on every last bit of me. But he never loved me, and he never bothered to hide it and he made sure I wouldn't do the same. During the days he would scarcely acknowledge me, not avoiding me but not going out of his way to talk to me, not during meals or during Quidditch matches we played in the orchard.
I let him do that to me, just as I let his mother fuss over my pale complexion and tiredness. Well I couldn't very well tell her that her son was keeping me up every night awake and well shagged practically from dusk to dawn.
Only when I returned to Hogwarts did I fully understand his behaviour. For the first couple of days I mopped and sulked, but then I realized it was more due to the fact that I went from everything to nothing in the space of a day. Once I got over myself I didn't think of Charlie again, but I did remember everything he taught me and it was as good time as any to put my new found knowledge to practice.
Out of all the antics Charlie taught me I kept the more modest ones. I soon learned I have low tolerance for pain and it didn't feel right in the bedroom for me. I did develop quite a big sweet tooth though, and I just couldn't get enough of food sex- chocolate, cream, and honey, basically everything that can be purred on and licked off. After Charlie I never let anyone top me, I got off on that thrill of dominance, of power.
"Oliver." I turned abruptly in the shower to face Charlie who was leaning against the wall. Only then did I notice the water was running cold so I turned them off and stepped out. Charlie handed me a towel. "Are you alright?"
"I'll be fine." I answered curtly. I wasn't regretting last night but I didn't really felt like discussing things further. It didn't change anything; it was just words and heat.
"Don't shut down to me," he said "Let me help you."
"I don't need your help, Charlie. I'm fine. Leave me alone." He gave me a devious smile,
"No." Oh, gods, I'm so not in the mood for these stupid games right now.
"What?"
"No. I'm not going to leave you alone. I'm going to help you. After all, that's what friends are for." I studied him for a few moments and then shrugged,
"Fine, suit yourself." I side stepped him and moved to the door. He didn't try to stop me and I reached the room and gathered my things. Charlie followed me back to the room and watched as I got dressed.
"The stewardess called while you were in the shower, she said that your room is ready." He said in a conversational voice and I nodded tightly. I picked my bag from the floor and headed out of the door. Only when I closed it behind me I remembered something. I reluctantly opened it again and peered behind it, Charlie was sitting on the bed putting his dragon hide boots on, and he lifted his head and smiled at me,
"It's room 653, down the hall."
.oo0oo.
Since Hagrid didn't have a lecture to give today, or rather- I didn't have a lecture to give today I decided to hit the streets. There is no better way to know a town than to get lost in its streets and alleyways, feel the cobbles under your feet as they say. Mix in with the local populace. The last time I was in Berlin we had a guided city tour to all the famous sites. And while this is fine for a first visit- especially when you don't have much time it wouldn't do right now. I needed to walk and I needed to think and I needed to forget and mostly I needed to be alone.
During my city walk I stumbled upon an old movie theatre that had a retrospective week for the work of Charlie Chaplin, there is nothing better to lift one mood than seeing that little man titter and tatter around making a fool of himself in such an adorable way. Not to mention that a silent movie in a foreign country is probably the safest bet.
By the time I started making my way back to the hotel it was dark outside and very cold, and I felt so much better. For once things didn't seem so bleak. I met up with Charlie and Hagrid in the hotel lobby and even went out to dinner with them. In fact, I was in such a good mood that I even let Charlie coax me into going out clubbing with him tomorrow night.
But Monday morning was not as fun as yesterday had been; first off, I had a lecture to give. Even though I've lived in the public eye for quite some time now and had my picture plastered in countless magazines and posters and though I've given countless interviews- this is different. This time I'm facing a crowd of experts, a bunch of people that came to discuss dragon and other monsters not a bunch of screaming teen girls coming to watch their favourite Quidditch star up close. But somehow I made it through, luckily I've read the speeches Dumbledore wrote quite a few times before and had an idea of what I was babbling about. Hell, I even managed to answer a couple of questions without embarrassing myself. Hagrid was there for support, which would have been a really good thing if he didn't wear that suit- it was far too distracting. I know that it's really hard to find a tailor that would fit a suit to a man his size but that is no excuse to skin some poor bear or a really large rodent by the looks of it and then wear a yellow and orange tie with it! Some things should be considered a fashion taboo!
After the lecture Hagrid insisted we go and say hello to Norbert. So I followed him to the dragons paddock, when we got there Hagrid was practically in tears,
"Will ya look at him?" he beamed at the black and angry looking dragon towering above him, "He even knows his mama." I refrained from saying anything about that; I remember there was a story circling the school when I was in fifth year, about Hagrid and an illegal obtained dragon egg. I seem to vaguely remember Harry, Ron and Hermione somehow involved in that- not surprising really when you look at their trouble record, but somehow it stuck in my mind that Draco was somehow involve too. I should ask him about it… I should probably get him to talk to me again, first.
"He's a real beaut isn't he?" I turned my head to see Charlie standing next to me,
"What kind of dragon is he?" Not that I particularly care but I can tell from the shine in Charlie's eye that there is pretty much only one expectable topic of conversation right now.
"A Norwegian Ridgeback."
"How can you tell? I thought all dragons are black." Yes, I know I just come across as a complete nitwit but what else can I say? "Wow, that a big, scary beast and I have no idea what minimal interest you find in them?"
"Hardly." He answered laughing, at me? With me? Probably at me, "See these ridges on his back?"
"You mean those huge looking spikes?" he rolls his eyes at me in an exasperated expression and nod. For a few minutes we simply look over at Hagrid who's dancing in front of the dragon when Charlie speaks up,
"I better go and get Hagrid away from there before he hurts himself. I'll see you tonight. I'll drop by to pick you up at ten." He adds pointedly and I give him a small smile.
I leave the dragons and dragons' nutters behind and go out to the city again. Well, if I am to hit the Berlin bustling club scene tonight, I better get some clothes. I have absolutely nothing for a night out. Somehow clubbing was pretty much the furthest thing from my head while packing.
At ten there was a knock on my door. I opened it to reveal Charlie clad in black leather trousers and a very skimpy top, with a leather jacket tossed casually over his shoulder. He surveys my appearance, taking in the faded snug fit, low riding jeans and the tight short grey T-shirt and nods his approval. I grab my jacket and we leave the hotel.
"Where are we going?" I asked, if there is one thing I've learned about Charlie is that you never know where you mind end up with him leading the way, and right now it was a very uncomfortable thought.
"Not far. There's a club I fancy checking just around the corner." He replies with a strange shine in his eye, I stop dead on my tracks and it takes Charlie a second to realize I've stopped, he turns to face me,
"It's not one of them sex clubs, is it?" I ask suspiciously, because I really don't feel like going to one of those.
"Nah. Don't worry; it's a perfectly ordinary gay club. Dancing, drinking, dark room, the basic run." He says cheerfully and I relax a bit, "It's muggle though." He adds in an aftermath and I shrug. I really don't care; after all I'm not the pure-blood one around here.
We reach the club a little while later. Form the outside it looks rather decent, a neon sign above the door reads "Spiel Johnny" and I just have a feeling it's something obscene, though I can't understand the first word. (A/N: Spiel- play). Inside the place is huge! It's the size of a small hanger and I bet that what I see right now is not even half of the entire place. After deposing our jackets in the cloak room Charlie promptly dragged me to the bar, for a fuelling as he put it. I made the mistake of ordering a beer. Now don't get me wrong, I have nothing against German beers, on the contrary but from some reason a pint-sized glass counts as shot glass around here. And thus I ended up with a beer mug I could barely lift. I firmly declined Charlie's suggestion to dance and he shrugged and headed for the dance floor himself.
I watched somewhat fascinated as he danced his way to an attractive young man and then leaned in to whisper something in his ear. What really astonished me was that they both danced their way to another bloke who wore a white T-shirt that was glowing eerie purple under the black-light neon around the dance floor. Within five minutes Charlie was leading his choices away from the dance floor into the dark room, somewhere in the back of the club. I shook my head in amazement. Well, trust Charlie to get exactly what he wanted.
I continued to down the inhuman amount of bear when something flashed in the corner of my eye, catching my attention- a head of fine blonde hair. The guy was standing with his back to me, but I could see his slender built and his hair that was such a fair shade of blonde. I froze, thousands thoughts running through my head and vast void in the same time when the boy turned and the spell was broken. Although his face was somewhat pointy-featured he looked nothing like Draco and sank back against my stool feeling bereft. It was high time to hit the dance floor.
By the time Charlie returned from his little escapade grinning so wide I thought his face was bound to split, I was already sweaty and flushed. He joined me for a dance, grinding his body against mine, until he decided he needed a drink bad. I spend most of the reminder of the evening on the dance floor just losing myself in the sounds and the movements and declining offers to go into the dark room. I loved the feeling of bodies pressed against me and hands travelling my body, it fuelled my dancing but I had no intention to fuck anyone tonight, not when the only person I really wanted to bed was miles and miles away doing gods know what, but certainly not thinking of me.
A couple of hours later Charlie found me perched on one of the big sofas near the back wall looking ready to drop. He cocked his head at me and I told him I wanted to go home. He looked slightly disappointed but agreed and we moved through the throng of bodies towards the exit. I don't know how Charlie was doing it, I mean I was only dancing and having some beer but he made at least three trips to the back room with different boys, and that's only what I saw.
Back in hotel I simply fell on the bed, without bothering to take off my cloths and was asleep before my head even hit the pillow.
The rest of the week passed in some sort of a daze. Suddenly it seemed like I had tones to do, after being cooped up in the old Hogwarts castle with pretty much nothing to do but occasional classes and brooding over Draco the city of Berlin seemed like heaven to me. I would walk around the streets, meet with people, have lunch in different cafés and walk the park, though that proved a little tricky as the October winds here turned out to be vicious. I even managed to catch most of the Charlie Chaplin week and ended up being bluntly flirted by the tickets girl. She was nice but didn't speak much English so we mostly communicated with our hands. But it had been fun all the same. I didn't go out clubbing again though Charlie did, almost every night. I preferred to spend my nights in bed, alone.
But even the nice time in the city was just it, nice. Every time I saw a blonde head in front of me I was jolted sharply to the memory of Draco and you would not believe how many blondes there are in Berlin! Though the days kept me well occupied and blissfully enabled me to forget things for a few hours the nights were a torture. Alone in my bed, there was very little that could stop the face of Draco from floating in my mind, the memory of his body was tying knots in my stomach. Even the snores of Hagrid from the next room didn't help to distract me (although they did make some of the plaster fall off the ceiling…).
By next Monday even Charlie Chaplin could no longer make me happy. The sleepless nights were starting to take their toll on me and I felt my energy levels dropping daily. It seemed like everything was piled up again, and since I didn't solve anything on the first night, but added more troubles to the hip I was slowly crumbling from within. It was only a matter of time before something snapped and the dam would be unleashed. That absolutely last straw came Monday night when I was having an evening stroll with Hagrid. We didn't go far from the hotel, just a little circle around the block before turning in for the night. The air was freezing cold and our breath came out white clouds mingled and hangs in the air.
"Och, Crivens. Tis disgustin'." Hagrid was practically shouting and I turned to see what the fuss was about. I couldn't really see anything to fret about; there were just two young boys that were standing just out of the pool of light caused by the street lamp kissing deeply. Wait…
"What's disgusting?" I asked suspiciously even though I already knew the answer,
"Tha' couple, where are them fags think they are?" and that was just enough for me. I bristled angrily, looking up at Hagrid with a scorching glare (that would probably have more effect if I was shooting it down my nose and not having to crane my neck so)
"I'm a fag, you know." I said in a quiet and menacing voice,
"Yeah, but you ain't like tha'." He declared and I exploded,
"Why not? You don't think that I do that? Kiss other boys? Fuck you Hagrid! You and all the rest of the closet-minded homophobes! I'm a fag, a flaming shirt-lifting poof and proud to be one!" with that I simply left him standing gaping behind me and stormed my way back to the hotel. I entered my room and started tossing things into my bag before even realizing I was doing so. I just about had enough- of everything. I wanted to go back to Britain and just rest my head in my bed and go to sleep for days on end.
Hagrid followed me into the room followed closely by Charlie,
"Oliver, stop! Wha' are ya doin'?" I stopped and lifted my eyes to the half giant,
"I can't take it anymore! I can't stay here. I want to go home!" I shouted and felt my entire body shaking with suppressed tears. Charlie rushed past Hagrid and caught me in his arms just as I was about to collapse and held me tight. I took several deep breaths to try and calm myself; I didn't want to break in front of him again, tempting as simply breaking down sounded.
"It's ok, don't worry. You can take the floo back tomorrow morning. I'll cover up for you." He was rubbing my back soothingly and that was all it took. My whole body shook and burned with broken sobs. Charlie was gently rocking me and I felt so stupid, so childish and yet it felt so right. This time there is no firewhiskey, no talking and defiantly no sex. Charlie laid me in my bed and soon I drifted off, the grief and exhaustion getting the better of me.
When I woke up the next morning I was alone, my head throbbed painfully from crying and I felt stupid, stupid, stupid. I finished packing my things and headed down to the lobby. Neither Charlie nor Hagrid were there and for that I was grateful.
I took a deep breath and walked over to the fireplace. It took me a couple of minutes to pluck up the courage to actually toss the floo powder and step inside. I stumbled out of the fireplace in the familiar entrance hall of the Ministry of Magic. Well, I made it half way and I'm still alive, just barely.
"Oliver? Are you alright?" I looked up from my position sprawled on the floor to see the all too familiar red head peering down at me. Another Weasley… they're simply unavoidable.
Arthur Weasley was helping me up to my feet and looked at me with concern. I tried to smile but I seem to have forgotten how. Instead I told where I came from, while he was leading me to the little lounge behind the elevator. There I gratefully sat down and he hands me a cup of hot tea which I accepted gladly.
"So, tell me, did you see Charlie there by any chance?" Boy did I… I nod and take a small sip of the tea; Mr. Weasley looks pensive like he's trying to say something and not sure how to put into words. "Is he still as reckless and randy as he used to be?" I nearly gag over my tea, I was expecting a polite "I hope he's doing well" or something. What do I say to that? Mr. Weasley seems to feel my discomfort and shrugs "Never mind, don't answer that. Perhaps its better I didn't know." Oh, it most defiantly would be better. "So you're heading back to Hogwarts?" I nod again and this time I wait for him to speak before taking a sip. "Can I ask a favour of you? Molly has a few things she wants to send the kids and I told her I'd take the parcel to the Ministry since our owl, Errol can't possibly carry that much weight. Would you terribly mind taking it with you?"
"No, no problem." I say and he beams at me,
"Just wait here, I'll be back in a jiffy." With that he's gone and I'm left to sip my tea in quiet. What was I suppose to tell him about Charlie? Because I can tell him, oh I can tell him things that would make the little hair he still has left drop altogether. Things that would make him think twice before setting a foot in his own garden again. But I'm glad he didn't press the point, he probably got all he needed to know from my reaction and now, thankfully this is between him and Charlie. Before long he returns with a big parcel and hand it to me. I try to stifle a huge yawn and tell Mr. Weasley I should probably be off, he walks me over to the fireplace and shake my hand.
I floo myself to Dumbledore's office because I should probably explain the fact that I'm back a week early, when I stumble into his office Dumbledore doesn't even lift his eyes from the parchment he's reading.
"I just received an owl from Hagrid, saying you're on your way back. I take it your trip didn't go as…" only when he lifts his eyes and see me did the brisk tone crack, "Oliver, are you quite alright? You look terrible." I try to smile but it comes out more like a grimace and I sway on the spot ready to fall. Dumbledore I hurrying forward to catch me and peer closely in concern at me, "Maybe I should take you to see Poppy."
"No, no. I'm fine, I just need some rest." I try to protest weakly, not entirely sure I convinced him. Dumbledore is peering at me still and I just let my eyes fall shut.
"You look exhausted, I had no idea that Hagrid was such a handful." I chuckle softly and open my eyes, Dumbledore is smiling at me. "Go to sleep." He says kindly and I thank him.
When I got to my room I just dropped my bag on the floor and striped to my knickers before snuggling thankfully under the blankets and let the blessed dreamless sleep swipe me away.
A/N: Raise your hand if you don't know who Norbert is. Shame on you! Go read "The philosopher's stone"!
I love Hagrid's hairy suit…
I know that Hagrid doesn't say stuff like "Crivens" but I just finished reading "Wee free men" by Terry Pratchett and I couldn't help myself.
Club scene:
1. The name of the club is from a song I really like and it's not really part of it, it's just the singer telling the pianist to play. Since my German vocabulary includes about three words (Schnell- fast. Raus- out. Scheisen- shit) I didn't really have a lot to work with.
2. I'm not sure Germans have larger glasses than Brits, but I don't really care either.
3. The part when Charlie take two guys is inspired by a scene from "Queer as folk" (British version), when the guys stand above the dance floor and chose the sexiest guys down below and then Stuart casually saunters downstairs and get them both in the space of two minutes! Ah… Stuart Alan Jones… Say, wouldn't it be great if they could match Stuart with Brian? Oh, yeah… It could be any Brian really, even Brian Slade would do. Ok, got a little carried away here…