(A/N: Oh hey guys, how's it going? Long time no see. I'm so sorry about how long this chapter took. Life happens but I never forget about my stories. I truly hope the update is worth it. I've had the last few chapters of this plotted out in my head for a while so I'm truly hoping it does not take me that long to get around to finishing this. Whelp, y'all have waited long enough so I'll stop blabbering. Onto the story!)

"We should probably get back inside, one of us has to work in the morning."

"Don't rub it in," Harry pouts, glaring at Charlie. Charlie smiles in response, placing a kiss on his forehead as he moves to stand.

"It's just facts, Harry. Come on. We'd better get you tucked into bed before the others notice we're gone." Charlie grabs Harry's hands, pulling him to his feet. As they stand there face-to-face he can't resist the urge to place another kiss on Harry's lips just because now, he can and damn it if a sleepy Harry isn't the cutest thing he's ever seen.

"You make sleep seem less and less appealing by the second," Harry murmurs against his lips, and Charlie snickers, backing away and pulling Harry with him.

"Well, it had better start sounding appealing or it's going to be nearly irresistible tomorrow when you're supposed to be very focused on your Auror training. Can't have you getting maimed on the field now, can we?"

"Ugh I'm so ready for this training to be over," Harry huffs as Charlie drags him back to the house.

"Mhm, I'm sure you are love," Charlie smirks, turning to face forward as they near the house. He motions for Harry to stay as he opens the front door, the hinges creaking but hopefully not loud enough to alert anyone. Once he determines the coast to be clear he pulls Harry behind him past the threshold. The two sneak through the living room and up the stairs, blissfully unaware of a set of hazel eyes watching them creep through.

Harry groans at the high-pitched noise piercing through his sleep. Blindly, he reaches for his nightstand in an attempt to silence the shrill noise. He groans as he hears a familiar clatter. Finally, his fingers find the button to silence the menace screaming in his ears. Now just to figure out where the bloody hell his glasses landed.

"Good morning, Harry," Molly smiles as the young man finally makes his way down the stairs. He rubs the sleep from his eyes, fixing Molly with a crooked smile as his glasses fall back into place.

"Mornin'," he says with a yawn. Waking up sounded like the least appealing thing he could possibly do with his morning, but he'll be damned before he admits that Charlie was right.

"Oh, dear you look absolutely bleary, late night?" she asks. Harry pauses momentarily, looking up at her in surprise at the question.

"What?" he asks, his mind playing the statement over again.

"You look tired, couldn't sleep?" Molly asks again, sipping at a cup of tea.

"I uh- yeah. Rough night," he responds. Molly sets her teacup on the counter, fixing Harry with a glance before grabbing the paper off the table.

"You should ask Charlie about a remedy; he was always fantastic at Potions. I'm sure he could offer you a solution," Molly says, a slight smile on her lips as she takes another sip from her tea.

"I- uh- I'll keep that in mind," Harry responds, doing everything in his power to keep his expression neutral while he prepares his morning cuppa. Her words ring through his head like an echo. By the time he's placing his sugar cube into the cup, he's fully convinced that Molly knows something. He glances at her out of the corner of his eye, but she's already turned her head back to the paper, the gossip pages spread before her.

"Another glorious day of training ahead of us," Ron grumbles as he wanders down the stairs. Harry's eyes catch the clock as he looks toward his best mate and his eyes widen. Harry makes quick work of making himself some toast, downing his tea, and leaving with half a piece of toast still clutched in his teeth. "Have a good day at work!" Molly calls after the two. Harry waves over his shoulder, wondering just how long he and Charlie have before everything is blown open.

Charlie wakes up to an insistent rapping on his bedroom door. He rubs his eyes, grabbing a shirt to toss on as he opens the door. "Good morning, Charlie!" Ginny beams, George and Angelina standing behind her.

"Good morning?" he greets confusedly, eyes flicking to the other two for some form of an explanation. George shrugs, motioning to the other two. Angelina smacks him on the arm, her grin nearly as wide as Ginny's.

"Get dressed, we're going for brunch. We're helping George and Angie with wedding planning," Ginny says firmly. Charlie blinks at her for a moment, his eyes flicking to George who just shrugs, now rubbing the sore spot on his arm.

"Alright, gimme a minute," he murmurs, closing the door. He rummages through his bag, still trying to blink the world into focus. Ginny has a severe case of youngest sibling and only sister syndrome and is well aware that her brothers will do just about anything she asks them to. Perhaps that's why her questions have gradually begun to sound less like requests and more like demands.

They make it all of ten minutes into their meal before Angelina turns to Charlie with a far-too-innocent grin. "So, have you talked to Harry yet?"

"Angie not you too," Charlie huffs, head falling into his hand. At least she waited until he downed his first cup of coffee.

"Charlie, honestly, you can't continue to deny it forever," Ginny says, arms crossed as she fixes him with a stern look. With the expression on her face, it's almost alarming how much she resembles their mum. Charlie blinks at her, the last bits of sleep dissipating. The pieces finally start to click, and he narrows his eyes at his sister. "Did you really drag me out here just to harass me about Harry again?"

"Told you we should've just harassed him at the house," George says, earning himself a smack on the arm from the women on either side of him. He grumbles something nonsensical, picking at the eggs on his plate.

"Listen, I've been nice up to this point but-"

"But nothing Ginny. I'm a grown adult and you're treating me like a child," Charlie says, doing his best to seem irritated with the situation. It takes everything in him not to chuckle at what Harry's reaction is going to be when he tells him about this conversation later.

"Well, if you would stop acting like a lovestruck teenager instead of an adult with a genuine interest I wouldn't have to," she says, arms crossed as she looks at him with a glowering expression.

"Gin, even if I did have a thing for Harry-" Charlie pauses to shoot a narrowed glance at George's indignant snort, "As I was saying, even if I did that is my business and my business alone, besides, it's not like I see Harry rushing to profess his undying love for me," Charlie says sarcastically. Ginny groans, strangling the air around her as she stares at her brother.

"You are both infuriating," she huffs. Charlie coughs to hide the laughter bubbling in his throat at her obvious frustration. He would almost feel bad if she would just mind her own bloody business.

"What Gin means is," Angelina cuts in, all but seeing the end of Ginny's patience, "Do you really want to miss out on this, on something everyone around you can see you both clearly want? If there's anything we learned from the war, it's that life is too short to live in regret," At this Angelina looks back, grabbing George's hand in her own and giving it a gentle squeeze. The gentleness of her tone catches Charlie off guard and he blinks at her, unsure of how to continue. Usually, Gin just yells at him. That he was prepared for, but an actual heart-to-heart? He needs something a little stronger than coffee to muster a response to that. "Are maroon and gold too on the nose for the wedding?" she continues in an attempt to dissipate some of the tension thickening the air around them. Ginny and Charlie both snicker despite themselves and George huffs out a breath that sounds just too close to a laugh to be subtle. "I'll take that as a yes," she says, leaning back in her seat with a pensive look.

"Ugh, I am so sore," Harry groans as he trudges into the house. Auror training was all physical today. On one hand, it kept him awake, on the other hand, his every nerve ending is on fire. If one more hex is thrown in his direction, there is a high possibility he might catch fire.

"You're telling me, mate," Ron huffs, rolling his shoulders as he enters the door behind him. The otherwise silence of the house causes a pause in Ron's steps. "Is no one else home?"

"Guess not," Harry shrugs, immediately regretting the motion that causes pain to spike through his shoulders. "Gods, I'm exhausted," he huffs, dragging himself toward the stairs. Ron trudges behind, grunting something similar in response. No more words are said as they drag themselves toward their respective rooms. Harry crashes face-first onto his bed, drifting off for an undetermined amount of time. A loud thud from downstairs jolts him awake and he sits up, blinking confusedly as he tries to take in the sounds suddenly making their way through the house.

"Charlie, you exhaust me. Honestly. If you want to be miserable then that's your prerogative," he hears Ginny's muffled voice as her footsteps thud their way up the stairs. He hears her door slam shut on the floor below him and decides if he's going to avoid her warpath, that now is probably the best time to make his escape.

Harry slips down the stairs, taking them much lighter than Ginny's irate stomping moments before. "What was that about?" Harry asks once he reaches the bottom of the steps, looking toward the others for an explanation.

"Gin's just worked herself into a bit of a tizzy, give her a few and she'll be right as rain," George chuckles from the table.

"Be nice, she's just trying to help," Angelina scolds from her place next to George.

"Trying to get on my nerves is more like it," Charlie grumbles from the kitchen, sipping from the glass of water dangling from his fingertips.

"Well, we wouldn't have to if you would just-"

"I'm exhausted of this conversation," Charlie says, pushing himself from the counter and heading toward the stairs. He winks at Harry as he passes, and Harry forces back a smile. This whole charade is becoming far too entertaining. Good thing they've only got a few more days before Charlie has to go back to Romania, Ginny might not be able to handle much more.

"You really should be getting to bed."

"Mmm, can't, stuck," Harry murmurs from his spot on Charlie's chest. The other man laughs underneath him, jostling Harry slightly. Harry just hums contentedly, eyes shut as he listens to Charlie breathing. Charlie smiles down at him, eyes shining with adoration at how sickeningly domestic Harry makes him feel. Something about being with Harry felt like coming home.

"Can't wait for this week to be over. Don't get me wrong, I am so excited to see the look on everyone's faces after pestering us nonstop, but I am even more excited to make them regret that decision by being the most disgustingly cute couple they have ever seen."

"Hmm, is that so?" Harry asks, cracking an eye open as a small smirk tugs at the corner of his lips.

"Absolutely," Charlie grins, running a hand through Harry's hair. Harry closes his eyes in response, snuggling even closer. Charlie feels his heart thump against his chest at the movement. He feels like he should be more alarmed by how fast he is falling, but something about it is thrilling. His affections have never been returned so openly before, ironic as it is that they were not even public about it yet. Not to mention Harry had been the one to finally make the first move, even after Charlie was a prick and told him he was family.

"Like this better than the pining," Harry murmurs, tracing a non-existent path down Charlie's arm. Charlie snorts at the comment and Harry grins lazily at him.

"Darling, I really think we need to get you to bed," Charlie says, and Harry pouts.

"But I've hardly seen you today."

"To be fair you're not really seeing me now," Charlie responds and Harry pinches his arm. "Ow!" he yelps, prying Harry's fingers from the now sore spot on his arm.

"You know what I meant," Harry huffs.

"I know love and I missed you too, but you have another day of training tomorrow. I get to sit around here and be a lazy bum all week. I would gladly sit out here with you all night if I wasn't so concerned about your ability to function at work." Green eyes finally blink open and Charlie smiles at the raven-haired man.

"Suppose you have a point," Harry grumbles, bottom lip still stuck out. "Still can't move though, think I'm paralyzed." Harry makes a point by poking at his leg.

"Paralyzed?" Charlie asks, amusement twinkling in his eyes.

"Yeah, like Sleeping Beauty, need a kiss to fix it," Harry explains as if that were the obvious answer. Charlie laughs.

"You are ridiculous," he grins fondly.

"Ridiculously handsome, yes that I am. Which should make you want to kiss me more, so I don't understand why we're still using our mouths to talk." Charlie laughs openly at that while Harry just grins proudly at his very sound logic. Charlie scoops Harry closer, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. Harry pouts more. "That was pathetic."

"I just wanted to clarify, there is never a time when I do not want to be kissing you," Charlie chuckles, tracing Harry's jawline with a finger, finally grabbing his chin to pull him into another kiss. This one lasts a bit longer than the first, but Charlie keeps it tame, despite Harry's nipping at his lips, trying to coax him into more. "You have to get to bed," Charlie says as he pulls away, Harry trying to pull him back in.

"Not tired anymore," Harry says, placing kisses up Charlie's neck.

"Harry," he laughs but does very little in ways of stopping him.

"You can't just say something like that so casually then kiss me like something out of a movie and expect me to not want to maul you. I'm only human," Harry murmurs against his ear, biting gently at his ear lobe before kissing back down Charlie's neck and suckling at the junction where his neck and shoulder meet.

"Harry," Charlie laughs, "you were falling asleep two minutes ago. You need to go to bed."

"Mmm, yours maybe," Harry mutters against his skin and Charlie snorts.

"You- that was so cheesy."

"You talk too much," Harry huffs, finally pulling back to look the other man in the face. Charlie raises an eyebrow at him.

"Is that so? And what are you gonna do about it?" Charlie challenges, looking far too cocky for Harry's liking. Instead of answering Harry grabs his face with both of his hands, pulling him in until their lips meet again. Finally, Charlie seems to get on the same page because this kiss is anything but gentle. He buries his hands in Harry's hair, pulling him as close as he can as he slips his tongue past the other man's lips.