Glass Houses
( bill/charlie, 100 words, pg )
"Romania? Jesus, you've got to be bloody mental," said Bill, whose hair reached below his shoulders now, whose newest piercing was hours old and still red. "You were always the sensible one."
Charlie absently scratched a ragged, angry-looking Quidditch scar on his forehead, and went on folding his robes. He finished one set, laid it inside his suitcase, and started the next.
Bill yanked the robe away, threw it aside. "Listen to me, you'll be hurt. Dragons are too dangerous!"
"I've done worse," said Charlie, then tangled his fingers in Bill's ponytail, and pulled him close enough for a kiss.