A/N: This one is super short, but the next two chapters go back to the average length again, so no worries. Plus, I like keeping you guys in suspense. I've discovered that it's quite fun and I shall strive to do it more often. Muahahahaaa
Chapter Twelve: A Returning Visitor
Knock. Knock. Knock. "Harry!"
Knock. Knock. Knock. "Harry! I know you're in there!"
Knock. Knock. Knock. "Harry! Open up!"
It was Charlie. Harry bit his bottom lip nervously. He slowly made his way out of his bedroom and over to the portrait hole. He wasn't sure how to handle this. He'd gone from thinking of Charlie as a total pain in the ass to a possible love interest overnight. The overwhelming and rather abrupt turnaround of emotions for not only Charlie, but his life in general, had left him a bit staggered.
He shrugged his shoulders. Nothing much he could do but wing it. He pushed open his portrait. Charlie was leaning against the wall opposite, his eyes closed. When he heard the creak of the portrait, he rushed inside, pushing past Harry.
Harry turned, pulling the portrait closed as he did so. "What is it Charlie? It's a bit early for a social call."
Charlie strode over to where Harry was standing and grasped him firmly by the shoulders. "I have something to tell you. I've been keeping my mouth shut for nearly a decade. The truth is, I-"
Before he could finish, Harry stood on his toes and pressed his lips to Charlie's.