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A/N: I am soooo sorry! Life kinda happened to me these last weeks, so I couldn't update either of my stories. And to be fair this is a crappy, crappy, small update. I was supposed to advance more with this chapter, but I didn't want to keep you waiting, so here it is. I hope you don't completely hate it or me. But, in my defense, I do live in São Paulo (if you took a look at the international news lately you know what I mean).

lovly elley: here it is, dear!

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His head hurt. It really did. His memory was foggy, and the light that was seeping through the curtains were burning through his eyes. He felt something against his back. Something warm. Or, more correctly, someone warm. Harry opened his eyes slowly, trying his best to allow them to get accustomed to the morning light. He looked down to see a strong arm around his waist.

Then, the prior night came crashing down on him. He couldn't help but groan., and felt the arms around him moving in response. Charlie ought to be waking as well. Harry waited a few moments more before hearing the same groan he emitted coming from Charlie's mouth, at the same time as the red-head's arms left his waist.

"Oh no! Nononono... I'm so sorry Harry. I don't-" Charlie buried his head on his hands, muffling all the sounds coming from his mouth.

"It's okay. It's not like I shouldn't be blamed too," Harry said, awkwardly patting his best friend's brother's back.

It took some time for Charlie to actually calm down. When he did, he thanked Harry and asked if he could go take a shower, to what Harry promptly agreed. As Charlie was in the bathroom, the raven-haired man kept thinking about how he had actually felt drowsy that night. Like most of it was a dream. Lost in his thoughts, he didn't hear Charlie come in wearing only a towel around his waist.

"Sorry, I forgot to take some fresh clothes to the bathroom," the older man said, as his cheeks heated enough to rival with a muggle electrical oven. However, the blush somewhat faded when Harry whipped his head towards the man, making clear that he didn't actually noticed the state of his clothing to that moment.

"You just proved my theory! Thanks, Charlie," Harry said with enthusiasm.

"Theory?" Charlie asked with suspicion. Well, the younger gryffindor couldn't really blame him, he did, after all, spent part of his childhood with Gred and Forge. I mean, Fred and George. (A/N: hehehe, poor Charlie's head isn't working very well...)

"Yes," Harry replied. "I am definitely not feeling like having wild sex with you right now."

"Should I be insulted?"

"No, 's not that. It's just that- well, that is how I felt last night, like I started having these thoughts about you, and, next thing I knew, I had to have you. And you are wearing just a towel, so..."

"Yeah, I know; that's how I felt too," Charlie said, focused on remembering the... event.

"Erm. So, if it's not asking too much, would you- errr- you know... maybe just drop the towel, just a little bit?" Harry asked, blushing.

Charlie sighed dramatically. "Oh, you know me, all for the good of science!" And he dropped the towel.

"Okay, so, maybe now I might want to screw you just a little bit," the green-eyed teen said, showing small space between his index finger and toe of the right hand. "But not like last night, no. And that proves another of my points, so, thanks again."

"Care to elaborate, my dear Ravenclaw?" Charlie said grinning, while he put some underwear to cover himself.

"I resent that, Michael Corner is a Ravenclaw and I couldn't possibly live with being in the same house as himself. Now, about my other theory, I was wondering if I was gay or if it was just Sirius."

"Soooo?" Charlie, said, curiosity flared up.

"Definitely gay. Most definitely gay. Actually, I think I should get a prize just for not ravishing you when you dropped the towel." Hearing that, Charlie, who was in the process of zipping his pants, glared wide-eyed and open-mouthed. "Oh, relax, would you. I was just joking. I think of you as a brother, dumb ass. A very good looking brother, I might add," at that Charlie glared again. "But a brother nonetheless."

"Same here. So, what happened last night? Because that was as far from brotherly as it gets."

"D'you reckon it could be a love potion or something like that?" Harry asked, expressing his previous thought. "Last night I felt- I don't know. Drowsy, would be the best word, I guess. Like it was more dream than reality."

"I know. And this is certainly the worst hangover I ever got, and we didn't even drink that much. But, no problem. I'll go get a book at my office in the British Association for the Welfare of Dragons and Fire-lizards and will be right back. Go get some breakfast for us and meet me here in fifteen minutes, alright?" Without waiting for an answer Charlie disapparated with a pop. Harry didn't even had time to warn Charlie that his shirt was stained with... Well, let's just say that the shirt was apparently left in the bed while they were... Oh, bollocks! Better go take a shower and stop thinking about it! But he couldn't help grinning as he got into the bathroom.

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"Remus," Sirius murmured to his best friend lying on his shoulders.

Last night was hard on both of them. Remus told Sirius all about his history with James, including a heated kiss in the sixth year and some 'experiments' in the seventh. Also including the break-up, James choosing Lily and James and Lily getting married. In the end Remus was crying on Sirius' shoulder, while Sirius couldn't help but shed a few tears both in sympathy for his friend and also for his own messy situation, where he could very well loose all contact with Harry. Apparently, they cried themselves to sleep.

The werewolf looked up sleepily and grinned, muttering a quick "sorry" before getting up from the couch.

"What for?"

Remus smiled again. "For making you my pillow. Well, I should go. Think carefully about your situation, alright. And do tell me what you decide to do," and the man turned to leave.

"Wait Remus!" Sirius interrupted. "Do you- I mean... Are you over James? Are you with someone?"

Remus turned to face his friend and his face opened up in a huge smile. He winked to the black-haired man and disapparated with a pop.

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