TITLE: Crazy Little Thing Called Love

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CHARLIE AND DRACO

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"C'mon…You can stay another few hours, love."

Draco glared up at Charlie as he tugged his pants back on. When his pants were up he stood up and glowered at Charlie dangerously. He hated how sexy he looked, unashamed in his nudity stretched out on the bed. "Do not call me that."

Charlie grinned. The only reason he ever called Draco "love" was to annoy him.

"I am not your love. We are not in a relationship," Draco ranted, looking around for his shirt.

"Of course not," Charlie said, but he seemed like he was only humoring Draco. "Doesn't mean you can't say."

"I have things to do," Draco grumbled.

"Like what?" Charlie asked with a charming smile. "Just an hour ago you were saying you could do this forever."

Pale cheeks flushed pink. "Don't you miss your dragons yet?"

"Of course I do," Charlie replied easily. "But I have my favorite one right here."

"I am not a dragon, first of all," Draco said, rolling his eyes. "Second of all, I am not yours."

"Alright," Charlie said with an amused smile.

"Oh would you stop that?" Draco demanded.

"Stop what?" Charlie asked innocently.

Draco growled and tugged on his shirt and ended up using his wand to summon his socks and shoes. He muttered on his breath, wondering why he even bothered with the red head. He was a great lay. His dad had gotten really sick last year and Charlie had taken a break from Romania and had been around for almost ten months. They had a drunken shag at a bar one night and ended up meeting quite frequently ever since. Sometimes they actually hung out, which was strange. But it had to stop. Charlie seemed to think they were together or something! And Malfoys did not have feelings for Weasleys. He wouldn't be surprised if Charlie was falling for him, though. He was Draco Malfoy. Charlie couldn't be faulted for that, could he?

He ignored the fluttering in his stomach and the way his heart skipped a beat when Charlie smiled at him. That smile was just as bright and warm as the sun. Everything about Charlie had that same warmth and comfort. Draco almost wanted to crawl back into bed with Charlie and just lay there with him and spend hours in his arms, even if they did nothing but that. The fact that maybe that was preferable even to their incredible shagging made him all the more worried.

"I have work," Draco finally said as he put his shoes on. He didn't know why he was explaining. He didn't owe Charlie any explanations.

"Ahhh yes…Dreadful thing, that work," Charlie chuckled. He sat up and watched Draco tie his shoes and stand up. "If I'm asleep when you get back, feel free to wake me up," he said in a teasing manner.

"I will not come back," Draco growled through gritted teeth as he stomped out of the room.

It was his comment that made Draco realize he always came back. He hadn't been back to his own house in days. He went to work and he always came back to Charlie for more shagging and more eating Charlie's exotic food and…too many things that were not related to sex. But that was fine…Malfoys could be friends with Weasleys, couldn't they? Friends with benefits. Really, anyone who looked at Charlie had to understand, didn't they? Why a perfect, sexy, powerful Malfoy would keep going back to him? No one could question that…He was the finest of the Weasley bunch. Or so Draco thought.

Draco was really starting to hate Charlie Weasley.

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