A/N: I have a feeling this might be a "no cookies" chapter.
The girl who dishes out cookies is one of my favourite fandom people ever.
April 2002
There was still more than a slight nip in the air as he landed with the light 'pop' of Apparition just outside Charlie's door. He'd long since learned that anything louder than a the sound of a bubble bursting was the sign of a less than skilled Apparator.
The wards around the house let him through like an old friend and, with a knowing grin, he wrapped his Invisibility Cloak around his shoulders.
But a sound, just inside the door, made him slow his steps.
He crept towards the bedroom with the skill of an Auror on the scent of something untoward. And in Charlie's bedroom, in the bed that they had shared so many times, he found it.
On his back, Charlie had his bare legs wrapped around the waist of a man with long light brown hair and a spectacular ass. This much was clear as it seemed the man - an educated guess told him it was likely to be this fabled Patrick - was drilling his Charlie rather furiously. And Charlie seemed to be enjoying it.
With the sort of horror that one views a slowly enfolding car crash, Harry watched as the man he loved bowed his back from the bed and cried out, over and over, as another man moved inside him. He couldn't quite tell what Patrick looked like from this angle, and didn't dare attempt to get any closer. But he had a nice body.
"Wait," Charlie gasped around kisses. "I want to come inside you."
"Fuck. Hurry up then." The voice held the tiniest hint of an accent, but Harry couldn't quite place it.
When Patrick flipped over to his hands and knees, he was finally facing Harry.
The long hair reached past his shoulders. He had fantastic bone structure and dark brown eyes and skin that flushed with arousal. And Harry was forced to watch for the first time as his Charlie reared up over another man and fucked him with the gracelessness that could only come with the sure knowledge that you are not being watched.
Charlie was so beautiful. Even in the sickening circumstances, he was hard and ready. Ready for that to be him, in any way Charlie saw fit to give it to him. He wanted, so desperately, to just kiss the man he - the man who was supposed to be his.
But clearly, Charlie did not belong to him.
With a gentle foot, Harry crept back to the front door and silently Disapparated.
Charlie never noticed a thing.