Love and Dragons

Disclaimer: Don't own them. I made no money for writing this, although I did have a lot of fun. Much love to Veela Princess, for she has inspired me!

Pairing: Draco/Charlie

Warnings: Boy on boy luv. NC-17 later.

A/N: This is Draco's seventh year at Hogwarts. He is seventeen, Charlie is twenty-two (my story my ages). Thank you. In pervious chapters I said Charlie had two weeks before he had to go to Hogwarts. I've decided to change that. He now has one month. Also, I have decided to incorporate some of book six, the Half Blood Prince, into my fic, which means I've revised earlier chapters. You may need to re-read the first four chapters. Sorry for the inconvenience. This story will have a lighter mood than the books, so if you no likey then you no readie.

A special thank you to my reviewer Moose

Chapter Five--Crouching Weasleys; Hidden Dragon

Re-cap:

"You can read it first. I've got to get busy anyways." With that he walked off to what Draco assumed was the kitchen. 'Going to make my breakfast I hope' Draco thought, 'Can't believe I'm stuck with the Weasel and his sibling rodents.'

When Charlie walked into the room with a tray of food and pumpkin juice, Draco was dumbfounded. He sat there while Charlie served him (making him look even more like a poncy git…), until Charlie have him a small smile and exited stage left.

'Well, at least he knows his place."

Waking up that morning, Charlie mentally went over his schedule in his head. Before he did anything he had to contact the Admin. office in Romania. Adian would be wanting to see him.

With a sigh Charlie got out of bed and showered. Clad in a towel he slipped into the living room to check on Malfoy. Leaning on the door frame he thought about how his brothers would come home for the holidays and speak of how horrible the Malfoy brat was. Looking at him now, he could see no trace of the malice he harbored towards Ron and the others.

'Looks can be deceiving' he reminded himself. Turning back to his room he debated what to wear that day. Knowing he was most likely going back to Romania for the remainder of the summer, Charlie picked out his black muggle jeans, Doc Martins, and a Weird Sisters tee from Fred and George's shop.

By the time he was ready and making breakfast, Draco had woken up...if his groans were anything to go by. Picking up a plate and a glass of pumpkin juice, Charlie walked into the living room and sat them on the table. Malfoy's' eyes were open and looking blearily at him.

"Breakfast?" croaked Draco.

"Yes. Can you sit up?" Charlie moved behind Malfoy to help him. Holding his lower back and his left arm, Draco managed to sit in a mostly comfortable position while still burdened with wings.

"Are you feeling any better today? Did the tranquilizers help any?"

Funny. If Draco wasn't mistaken, it was concern he'd heard in Charlie's voice. But then, hadn't he been the one taking care of him since he had fled from Malfoy Manor.

With a little help and a lot of pride swallowing, Draco managed to get enough breakfast down. By Charlie's standards.

Meanwhile at Number 12 Grimmauld Place

"Harry has made his decision. He went back to the Dursleys for the allotted amount of time and is spending a few weeks with the Weasleys before he leaves again. Even though I have spoken to him, Harry refuses to tell me anything about Dumbledore or what his mission is about. I've spoken to Arthur and he has told me that Harry has confided nothing in his friends that he can tell. I'm at my wits end." McGonagall finished speaking to the Order and sat back down. They had been trying to cope with the events of the past year and were coming up blank as to how they could help in the oncoming war.

Death Eater attacks were at an all time high, and the Ministry, while under new and better management, was not doing much better than the order. The Order had spies all over the wizarding world and were in the process of producing some new charms and potions, courtesy of Severus Snape.

With a few more reports from other order members, the meeting was adjourned and everyone left for their individual posts. All that is, except for Remus Lupin, who now resided at Sirius's old house. Harry, after receiving everything Sirius gave him, had pretty much given Remus the house and all the things in it. With some help from the Order, they had finished up the renovations and made it quite cozy.

Sirius's spirit still resided in many corners of the house. Not in the magical sense, but in the sense that Remus couldn't go into one room, or glance at one thing without being bombarded with the memory of Sirius. The way he was always filled with energy, no matter the time of day. The way he would hold him in his arms and whisper to him how much he had been missed while in Azkaban. How he smelled of wet dog sometimes. The way he would promise him the world and then give it to him in a kiss.

All of these things have haunted Remus since Sirius had died over two years ago. Living in the house was starting to get to him. The transformations were beginning to get to him as well. If he didn't find something to keep his mine occupied then the Order would have one very insane werewolf on their hands.

Lifting his head from Charlie's shoulder, Draco looked around the apartment he was in. It was, in all actuality, a wizard's tent, which meant that it looked like a tent from the outside, but was as furnished as a small manor inside. The lush greenery and polished hardwood floors were exquisite. Not what he had expected at all.

After breakfast that morning, Charlie had left him to go talk to his superior in Romania, Erik something-or-other. Draco had then been informed that they were going to Romania for the remainder of summer hols.

Surprised would be an understatement.

Charlie had explained that he had unfinished business in Romania that needed to be dealt with, and Draco would need somewhere to hide from whoever he was running from. Not daring to contradict the only person helping him, Draco had kept silent, as he always was around Charlie, and done everything that was asked of him without complaint. At least, out loud.

Charlie had picked up his portkey earlier from the Ministry. After saying goodbye to his family, Charlie came to collect Draco and they had traveled to Romania by way of half-way points along the way.

Draco was led into a bedroom that he assumed was Charlie's and made to sit on his bed while Charlie transfigured a sofa into a full-sized bed for him complete with Slytherin green hangings and fluffy pillows to match the duvet. As if that weren't enough, he muttered a duplication charm on the bedside table so Draco had a matching one.

'Good, he seems to grasp the fact that I wouldn't be sleeping on something worthy of the Weasels house. But then, nothing in the tent showed any signs of the poverty the rest of the Weasley family lived in.'

Charlie looked over at Draco and their eyes met. Cool silver met warm hazel across the room. Both froze as they assessed the other person, wondering what was going to happen in the future. Would Draco be safe until his story could be told and confirmed? Would Charlie be a good teacher? Would Draco be able to return to school at all?

All of these things raced through their minds. The moment was broken, however, by an owl flying into the room towards Charlie.

Breaking eye contact first, Charlie received his letter from the impatient owl and began to read.

Dear Esme,

Have you only just returned? I have been longing for your company these past months. I've heard things about a new job? Surely you wouldn't think of leaving me? I've only just gotten used to your antics, and you would be rid of me? But enough of this prattle. I sound like an insecure child. There's nothing to worry about, I know it. If you've missed me aneurin, come see me in my tent. We've much to talk about.

--Adian

When he finished reading, Charlie folded the parchment, stole a quick glance in Draco's direction, and headed over to his trunk.

"I've got business elsewhere tonight."

'Yeah, from the blush you're sporting now, it'll be all night as well' Draco thought amusedly.

"So you'll be in here alone for awhile. That's yours," he said pointing to the new bed, "and you can either sleep while I'm gone, which I recommend, or you can figure out what you're going to tell me tomorrow. I have some questions I'd like to have the answers to. I won't force anything out of you, but it'll be easier to help you if you're cooperative." Picking up his jumper and sending Draco one last glance Charlie walked out the door...err...flap?...of the tent.

Charlie walked across the way past the bath house to Aiden's tent. Before he could walk into the room he was greeted at the door with a breathtaking kiss.

Breaking apart, Charlie gazed into the eyes of the man he had been with for over a year and hadn't seen for two months.

"Hello love, how've you been?"

"Hello Aiden..."

TBC

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