September 2004
No one knew they were fucking. And that was all it was.
There was no mushy reunion, no sweet nothings whispered into eager ears, no flowers and chocolate and romance.
There was dick in ass and variants thereof.
After the night of Harry's birthday, Charlie Disapparated before morning and didn't send an owl or leave a note to explain why. Only a few weeks later he turned up at Harry's flat again and the same thing happened.
Hard, raw, dirty sex. And a lonely bed by morning.
Harry had absolutely no idea what was going on. Someone must have told Charlie that Harry and Will were over, because Harry was pretty sure Charlie wouldn't be fucking him if he thought they were still together. Harry had a feeling Ron was behind it, but he couldn't be sure. Ron had always been a quiet and fervent supporter of the romance between his brother and best friend. It wouldn't be so surprising if he was the one trying to nudge them back together.
Harry didn't tell a soul that Charlie Weasley was once again back in his bed.
And no one asked.