Written for the Matchmaker Game
Percy Weasley/Charlie Weasley
(One-sided)
Warnings: Vague M/M indication... kinda.
Word Count: 263
Charlie had always been an exciting person. He would jump from the tallest trees in the park, he would eat the biggest bugs, and he never cried. These are some of my first memories of Charlie, and they are still true nearly 20 years later. I used to try and be like that too. I wanted to be just like Charlie. Then I had turned 13. I had had a dream. A horrible, grotesque, disturbing dream. At first, I had only been slightly disturbed by them. Oh yes, them. They came all the time. They came in my nights, and even in my daydreams. But then I learned what an abomination it would be for me to continue to have those dreams. By the time I was 15 I had found myself a girlfriend and had distracted my mind. Penelope was beautiful. Well at least beautiful in that she didn't remind me of Charlie. Except her eyes.
It was not long later I made a mistake. It was the eyes. I shouldn't have looked into those eyes. I started to say his name. I stopped myself. But Penelope had heard. She had assumed I had been talking about a Ravenclaw, but I wasn't. I knew it. I decided to change from then on. The world was the way it was for a reason. I would help keep it that way. Laws over family. Politicians over family. Me over him. I couldn't let myself think that. No. We are not anywhere near each other. We are separate. We are different. We are brothers.