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01 December 2005 @ 12:54 am
FIC: Unexpected Things, Harry/Charlie, Light R  
Title: Unexpected Things
Author: rose_whispers
Rating: R (light)
Pairing: Harry/Charlie
Word Count: 3013
Summary: The last person Harry expected to see at the Burrow was Charlie Weasley
A/N: For the lovely anonymous person who bought me paid LJ time. I asked if she or he would like a story in return, and so this is in response to "Cheerful Harry/someone".

The last thing Harry was expecting occurred at breakfast.

Or just before breakfast, to be specific. Like most surprising and unexpected things, this particular unexpected thing gave him absolutely no warning. And Harry Potter, evader of dragons and giants, destroyer of horcruxes, and defeater of Dark Lords and Death Eaters, knew a thing or two about the unexpected. But this unanticipated incident didn't take any of those evil and menacing forms, so he could perhaps be forgiven for the little squeak of surprise that escaped him when he wandered into the kitchen of the Burrow late one Friday morning.

Molly Weasley chuckled as she flicked her wand at a half dozen eggs. They lifted from their carton, rotated 45 degrees in the air, and all cracked apart at the same time, yellow yokes glooping down into a mixing bowl, broken shells landing neatly in the rubbish bin.

"Good morning, Harry, dear," she said, smiling at him indulgently. Harry had known Molly Weasley as a surrogate mum for fifteen years and he was more than comfortable stumbling into her kitchen half asleep and wearing nothing but a thin white t-shirt, boxers, and a manky old bathrobe. Indeed, he'd done so every morning for the past week and a half, since he'd arrived unannounced but with an enthusiastic reception. Molly seemed delighted by the fact that Harry acted just like any of her other children and didn't bother with things like getting dressed before breakfast.

And here sat one of those children right now, grinning rakishly and making absolutely no effort to mask the way he was looking Harry over.

"Look who's come by for a visit," Molly continued, her back turned as she directed her whisk with her wand. Harry wasn't sure which of them she meant.

"Hi Charlie," he said at last, standing at the far end of the kitchen, squinting through the overly bright morning sunshine. His voice was a low rasp from only just waking up, and Charlie's smile widened.

"Harry," he said. "Been too long, mate."

Charlie's eyes twinkled in a way distinctly reminiscent of the twins at their most devious, and Harry felt his stomach drop and flip all at once. God, these things were always harder than simple heroics. Always.

"How long are you- oh, get out of there!" Molly snatched up a rolling pin and dashed out to the garden, intent on getting rid of whatever she'd seen through the window, lurking in the garden and clearly doing things that it should not be doing.

Harry and Charlie burst out laughing as she flew past, apron flapping, hair flying, a distinctly un-Molly-like expletive catapulting from her lips. Harry turned back to Charlie, his smile faltering a little.

"Aren't you supposed to be in Malaysia?"

"You never let me see you like this," Charlie mused, ignoring the question in favour of getting to his feet and strolling closer to Harry. "Sleep-tangled hair," he said, voice softer but still teasing as he touched Harry's disobedient fringe. "Mismatched pajamas." He flattened his hand against Harry's chest, directly above his heart.

Harry shivered in spite of himself. "Charlie-"

"And good god, is that stubble on your chin?" Charlie said, voice dropping lower still as he ran his fingers over Harry's jawbone. "Feels like sandpaper."

Harry stood very still, willing his blood to stop rushing merrily toward his groin. "Charlie-" he tried again.

"I like it," Charlie rumbled, both hands cupping Harry's face now, thumbs moving across his cheekbones in a casually, sensuously possessive way.

Harry was about to say "fuck it" and drag Charlie against him, seeking out the friction and heat of Charlie's body right there in the kitchen, when Charlie's hands dropped away and he retreated to the counter. Harry gaped as he began to chop onions, saying "Oh yeah, you should definitely stop by some time, take a look at the dragons. It's killer- you'd love it."

Harry stared, his mind churning in a sluggish, confused, aroused kind of way, feeling very cold and very open, when half a second later Molly reappeared, dropping the rolling pin- dirtier than it had been when she'd left- onto the table. Ah.

"Bloody infestation of kneazles," she muttered darkly.

"Harry and I can get rid of them for you, Mum," Charlie volunteered. He shot Harry a look and added, "Been too long since I've had a chance to get my hands dirty."

Harry choked but recovered his equilibrium fast enough to try to retreat. The kitchen was not a good place to be in. Before he could slip through the door, Molly's voice caught him. "Your omelet is ready, Harry, dear."

Firmly telling himself that he was being ridiculous, he mustered his dignity about him and sat down next to Charlie, who immediately dropped a large, callused hand onto Harry's bare kneecap and squeezed. Harry squeaked again and muttered an explanation about his eggs being too hot, despite the fact that he hadn't so much as picked up a fork. Molly didn't seem to notice.

Harry wolfed his breakfast down in silence as the Weasleys at the table chatted back and forth about dragons, the funny Muggle family down the way, and the latest gossip about who was sleeping with whom at the reserve, in the Ministry, and amongst the Hogwarts staff. He fought valiantly against the blush that had taken up residence on his cheeks as Charlie's strong, insistent fingers waltzed up and down his leg, orbiting inward to stroke his inner thigh and retreating again without quite touching the parts of Harry that were most interested in these proceedings.

"And you haven't heard yet what Mathilda told me about Sydney Jorkins and the goblins and-" Molly cut herself off abruptly, chuckling. "Look, Charlie, we're making him blush."

Harry started. He hadn't been listening to a word but he knew his cheeks must be quite pink. It wasn't every day, after all, that one was fondled by one's lover at one's lover's mother's kitchen table. With one's lover's mother present at the time. "It's all right," he said quickly, swallowing the last of his pear juice. "I'm just... I've been out of touch is all. Hadn't heard that... about the... people."

Charlie snickered at the word "touch", sliding his fingers beneath the fabric of Harry's boxers and questing upward, exploring this new expanse of skin. Molly shook her head.

"Of course, dear. Why don't you go wash up and then you boys can take a look at the garden. Get some sun on your face- you're far too pale, Harry."

Harry nodded mutely, escaping the table with a racing heart, very glad that he could pull his loose robe about his waist. Bloody hell, that daring, teasing touch of Charlie's... he was aching from staying still, from not moving against Charlie's familiar, frustrating hands. Trying to think unarousing thoughts, he made it as far as the second floor landing before the rolling timpani crashes of feet on the staircase sounded behind him.

"Charlie, wh-" His question was cut off by Charlie's arms around his waist and hard lips against his own. Harry moaned, half in surprise, but the parting of his lips was more than enough for the redhead, warm tongue worming itself inside his mouth. Harry gasped and pulled back, every part of him that had been touched by Charlie cold without him.

"Need you," Charlie said with that straightforwardness that Harry treasured more than anything else.

"Not in your mum's hallway," Harry protested even as he wrapped his arms around Charlie's neck and pulled him closer into another needy kiss, the combined taste of Charlie and omelet unbelievably heady.

"In my room, then," Charlie whispered against his mouth, reaching behind his head to take Harry's hands in his own larger ones, holding them between their chests.

"Can't," Harry said between kisses. "Your mum would know."

"I'm surprised she hasn't figured it out already," Charlie laughed, brushing a kiss against Harry's cheekbone. "Your face was redder than my hair."

"Well if you hadn't insisted on molesting me in front of your mum, you pervert-"

Charlie cut him off with another kiss, tangling his fingers in Harry's already messy hair. Harry surrendered himself to it with a breathy little moan. God, he'd missed feeling Charlie's body beneath his hands.

"Ready to dekneazle, dears?" Molly Weasley's voice torpedoed up the stairs, causing Harry to fly out of Charlie's arms without a backward glance at Charlie and down the hall to Ron's old room, where Molly had told him he could sleep as long as he liked. He could hear his lover continuing the journey up the stairs to his own room. Panting, he stripped off his pajamas and closed his hand around himself, groaning Charlie's name. It had been more than a week since they'd seen each other and being this close but no closer was pure torture. Harry tried not to think about the first time Charlie Weasley had kissed him, just down the stairs in the Burrow's garden after a four on four pickup Quidditch game. Harry and Charlie playing Seeker on either side, Harry's fingers closing over the Snitch half a second before Charlie could get there, Charlie's hand wrapping around Harry's instead. They'd both fallen off their brooms as they collided mid-air, tingling awareness flooding through them. Stumbling around the corner of the house afterward, when everyone else had gone inside, mouths finding each other as hands grasped and pulled bodies closer. The shock of kissing Charlie Weasley had been countered by the delicious, thrilling rightness of it.

And here Harry was, nearly six months later, aching to continue what they'd started in the corridor. He wanted to touch and taste his fill, to be touched in kind. But no, he could deal with this latest complication if he put his mind to it. Just a quick wank to get him through the morning was all he really needed, and –

"C'mon, mate. Mum's waiting!" Charlie called as he thumped back down the stairs.

With a frustrated grunt, Harry tried to will away his erection. It took a dousing of ice water from the tip of his wand aimed directly at his groin combined with thoughts of the time he'd wandered by Mrs Norris trying to mate with Filch's mop to get rid of his arousal. Five minutes later, dried off but still shivering, washed and dressed but still looking fairly rumpled, he dashed down the stairs and out to the garden.

Charlie was already kneeling by the hedge, sending calming charms in at random intervals. Harry watched him for just a moment, falling in love all over again with his easy self-assurance and the tiny, quirked up smile that graced his lips when he was concentrating on something he enjoyed. Harry thought of the times they'd spent together in Romania at the dragon reserve, Charlie coaxing and calming the magnificent creatures with unpretentious, innate skill. Something warm blossomed deep inside him, the low heat of desire and arousal nothing but background static for the pure, tingling affection that was threatening to overwhelm him. He dropped to his knees next to Charlie and ran a hand lightly along his forearm, coarse ginger hairs beneath his fingertips.

"I thought you were supposed to be in Malaysia for three weeks," he said softly, settling back on his heels.

"Was. Missed you though," Charlie said with a shrug.

A small, furry brown face poked out of the hedge and Charlie held his hand out to her, murmuring softly. The kneazle waddled closer, apparently charmed by his presence.

"I missed you too," Harry said as he handed Charlie the pestkey. The magical object appeared to be nothing but a terracotta bowl filled with golden honey, but when any animal touched the honey, it would be instantly transported to its closest natural habitat. Charlie placed the bowl a foot away from the curious kneazle and edge backward slowly. Harry edged with him.

"You weren't at your flat and you're never at mine," Charlie said. "So I thought, since I'd booked the weekend off anyway, I'd come see Mum instead. And here you are."

"Must be fate," Harry said, not quite joking.

With a little zipping sound, the kneazle disappeared. Charlie cast a professional eye over the hedge. "Her mate must be here too. That stubble on your chin really is dead sexy."

Harry blinked at the non sequitur, feeling himself blush beneath his stubble again. "I came here because I missed you," he said, not sure how else to respond. "I've been spending my days with your mum and my nights sneaking up to your old bed to sleep. How pathetic does that make me?"

"I want you sleeping in my bed at my flat," Charlie said evenly. "I want to wake up with you."

Harry reached and wove his fingers between Charlie's. "It's always seemed best to keep this quiet. No dinners out, no sleepovers, no anything else supsicious. I know you don't want to be dragged into the spotlight that'll never stop being on my life."

"I don't care anymore. I've seen how you like your eggs in the morning and I want to make them for you myself now," Charlie teased.

"You can't cook."

"I can manage an omelet."

"Your mum-"

"Loves us both. Can't imagine she wouldn't be happy for us. Might skin us alive for keeping it from her, though."

"You don't care that she'll find out what a great hairy poof her big manly dragontaming son is?" Harry laughed.

"As long as you don't care that the entire world is going to start making 'The Boy Who Buggered' jokes," Charlie said, eyes flashing.

"'The Boy Who Wanted Desperately to be Buggered By the Sexy Dragon Keeper', more like,' Harry said with a mischievous, heated grin. "I'm okay with that if you are."

Instead of answering, Charlie leaned forward and brushed his lips against Harry's, which Harry supposed was answer enough. He grabbed Charlie's shirt collar and yanked him closer for a rougher kiss, both of them on their knees, enveloped by fresh garden air and gentle sunlight. Charlie dragged his teeth over the pulse point in Harry's neck and then they were tumbling backward, Charlie pulling and Harry pushing until Harry was straddling the older man's hips, Charlie flat on his back, their lips never leaving each other. Harry was hard again and as he squirmed against Charlie he felt an answering hardness, his lover's hands sliding down his back, untucking his shirt to get at bare skin. Harry rocked his hips forward, both men groaning softly.

"Too many days without you," Harry complained. He vaguely heard another zipping sound behind them, the other kneazle being whisked off to join his mate.

"Way too many," Charlie agreed. He licked his way down Harry's throat, making him writhe against the hard body beneath him, little shocks of delight zinging through him, making him feel lightheaded and giddy. Charlie moaned into the crook of Harry's neck and gripped Harry's hips firmly. He rolled them both until Harry was pinned beneath him, erections pressed against each other in the most perfect, maddening way. Harry pulled Charlie down, licking the redhead's lower lip and grinning triumphantly at the swift gasp he elicited.

"Kiss me," he said, and Charlie obliged him.

"Love you," the redhead whispered, and Harry's eyes fluttered closed, holding Charlie closer still.

"God, I love you too."

"Need you right now," Charlie hissed, hips surging against Harry's.

"Charlie, god, I-"

"Charlie Weasley!"

Both men froze as the unmistakable voice washed over them.

"Stop mauling Harry this instant!" A shadow fell across them and Charlie lifted himself off Harry, sitting down on the grass next to him, both of them looking terribly sheepish. Molly Weasley stared down at them, hands on her hips but not looking nearly as angry as Harry thought she probably should.

"Mrs Weasley, we-"

"Shush, both of you. Why the two of you can't go check yourselves into some nice, romantic little inn, I'll never know," she said, holding out both hands. They each took one and allowed the short but formidable lady to pull them to their feet. "Rutting in the garden like common animals!"

"But we got rid of the kneazles," Charlie pointed out helpfully.

"I should take a wooden spoon to your backside. Don't think you're too old for it. Treating Harry that way!"

"Hey, I wasn't forcing myself on him," Charlie said, crossing his arms.

Harry rested one hand on his shoulder. "Of course he wasn't."

"I wondered how long it would take you to tell me," she said, not quite smiling now, though her infuriated exterior was bleeding away. "This is a highly unorthodox way of going about it."

Now Charlie was blushing just as violently as Harry. "Sorry Mum. Should have known you knew."

"Of course I knew. You think I couldn't see you making eyes at each other last Christmas? Into the house, both of you, and I expect you to act like gentlemen while you're under my roof." She spun on her heel and marched back inside, leaving her two sons, surrogate and otherwise, gaping after her.

"We weren't together yet in December," Charlie said. "Were you making eyes at me at Christmas?"

"I dunno," Harry said. "Were you making them at me?"

"Maybe. She's... really, really good at seeing these things before anyone else does."

Harry laughed, taking Charlie's hand and pulling him back toward the house. "Now what's this about taking a wooden spoon to your arse?"

"Don’t get any kinky ideas, Potter."

"Wouldn't dream of it, Weasley."

They slipped inside and Charlie pulled Harry close again, whispering into his ear, "Going to sneak back upstairs again tonight to sleep in my bed?"

"Will you be there?"

"If you're going to be."

"That's settled then." They shared a sweet, gentle kiss in the doorway, a brief joining of lips and hearts, and as they walked back into the kitchen, it occurred to Harry that really, maybe this kind of unexpected thing wasn't quite so bad after all.

Sometimes You Get Marshmallows: toddlerfistsflorahart on December 1st, 2005 07:30 am (UTC)

You have to know I would be all over this, with the Charlie and the Molly and also Harry (heh). And you're CHATTING with me and don't point! HMPH, I say.

I love this to tiny pieces, because what's not to love about anything involving Charlie, food, critters, and smooching with Harry? And the Molly catching them!

Suffice it to say, there were toddlerfists the whole time.
rose_whispers: Birdman- dancerose_whispers on December 1st, 2005 07:36 am (UTC)
and the Molly and also Harry (heh)

You'll notice the lack of chairs or Firenze, though. For which my flist is eternally grateful...

It makes me squee that I made you toddlerfist. So hooray all around.
daniel: Charlielibel on December 1st, 2005 09:13 am (UTC)
There is not nearly enough Harry/Charlie fic in this fandom. This somademy night!!!
rose_whispers: General- Give me pornrose_whispers on December 1st, 2005 06:30 pm (UTC)
*g* I'm glad it did. And I completely agree- this is a ship that should be so much bigger!
shaldana on December 1st, 2005 09:19 am (UTC)
First of all, I wish to tell you that the ground you now walk shall be worshipped forthwith. My OTP is Harry/Charlie and to be woken up at 4am due to being ill and getting THIS... wow.
I am thrilled to bits!

Harry/Charlie is rare and under-done and you've made this scene incredibly hot.

The line that had me bursting out laughing though - it reminded me of the best line from Pirates of the Carribbean where Jack Sparrow goes, "Yes, but what about the rum?!"

Busted by Mumsie and Charlie's big comeback?

"But we got rid of the kneazles," Charlie pointed out helpfully.

If I had air, I'd be laughing.

Anyway, enough silliness. I loved the story, loved how you wrote it and absoltely adore you for fresh Harry/Charlie goodness.
shaldana on December 1st, 2005 09:21 am (UTC)
...and I can't believe I typed absolutely as absoltely. I'm utterly mortified now. This is what I get for typing when my eyes are still glued shut in sleep, lights are off and I'm not entirely awake... *blushes*
rose_whispers: Get Fuzzy- Bucky hammerrose_whispers on December 1st, 2005 06:32 pm (UTC)
*giggles* I figured. Don't be mortified- I just skimmed back through it and changed three stupid typos. Which is what I get for posting fic at 2 in the morning ;)

But I'm so delighted that you enjoyed it! I'm all blushy now. Definitely going to write more Harry/Charlie in the future- it's just one of those pairs that makes all kinds of sense to me. *hands you kleenex or vitamin C or whatever will make you feel better*
RainbowWisherrainbowwisher on December 1st, 2005 10:30 am (UTC)
*chokes* Mrs Norris....Filch's mop... You've broken me!

I need a Brillo pad for my brain... I can't seem to get that out of my head. XD

*affects our Molly* Oh, but lovely story, dear.

Very sweet, with a nice flavouring of smut. Mmmm...dessert! ^_^ (or should that be reversed?)
rose_whispers: General- Spork my eyesrose_whispers on December 1st, 2005 06:36 pm (UTC)
Thank you! *hands over Brillo pad and brain bleach while snickering* My sincerest apologies. Mrs Norris is a terribly filthy cat. *nods*
rinsbanerinsbane on December 1st, 2005 11:23 am (UTC)
oh, how wonderful! I love Harry/Charlie, and there's never enough of it. Especially sweet, fun, happy H/C. Delicious.
rose_whispers: HP- Lockhart Smilerose_whispers on December 1st, 2005 06:37 pm (UTC)
Thank you! Glad you liked- I enjoyed writing something light and happy with these two ;)
moonysshadowmoonysshadow on December 1st, 2005 03:33 pm (UTC)
Simply wonderful!

It's great to see some non-angsty once and again, and harry/Charlie is a wonderful pairing.
rose_whispers: HP- SS/RL- Not Doing Anythingrose_whispers on December 1st, 2005 06:38 pm (UTC)
Thanks so much :)
Sev1970sev1970 on December 1st, 2005 11:21 pm (UTC)
Aww that was so sweet - and I loved the 'pestkey.' That was very original and I love when people add their own original inventions to fics :-)
rose_whispersrose_whispers on December 3rd, 2005 09:03 am (UTC)
*g* thank you :D I love reading fics where people do that too, so I enjoy thinking up new wizarding inventions in my own stuff ;)
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rose_whispers: HP- Points Snape McGrose_whispers on December 3rd, 2005 09:07 am (UTC)
That is... possibly the nicest comment I've ever received. Thank you so much- it means a lot to me that you've commented! Feel free to comment on anything here, even when I'm being mildly insane and OT ;)

I'm blushing like mad here. Of course, please friend away, and I shall friend back ;) Thanks again!
Remus Buttplug Face: nebulaean harrylazy_daze on December 2nd, 2005 05:23 am (UTC)
Awww! Cute :DD
rose_whispers: BtVS- Spike- Kitten pokerrose_whispers on December 3rd, 2005 09:07 am (UTC)
Thanks! And thanks for the rec :D
Emma Grant: A cutieemmagrant01 on December 2nd, 2005 05:40 am (UTC)
Here via lazy_daze.

This was so sweet! I'm finding myself liking lots of Harry/Weasley pairings these days, but I don't think I've read much of this one before. Lovely!
Sometimes You Get Marshmallows: charlieflorahart on December 2nd, 2005 06:01 am (UTC)
There were a couple in last year's Springsmut--that's the master list. Maybe there will be more this year (*hopes*). One of those (from last year) was for me, and it rocked.

rose_whispers: General- Icon Merose_whispers on December 3rd, 2005 09:08 am (UTC)
Thanks! It's a pairing I've been meaning to write for a while. It makes an intuitive kind of sense to me, and I'm glad you enjoyed it :D
every Starbucks should have a polar bear: writingscoradh on December 2nd, 2005 09:09 am (UTC)
via lazy_daze
I have to second florahart's toddler fists of glee! It's so rare to see a pairing like this where both characters are characters, and not just fuck-buddies who could be anyone, really, if you just changed the names. This really was Harry and Charlie. It was truly lovely.

Molly rocked, too. :P

"We weren't together yet in December," Charlie said. "Were you making eyes at me at Christmas?"

"I dunno," Harry said. "Were you making them at me?"

"Maybe. She's... really, really good at seeing these things before anyone else does."

You go, sista!

And the stubble. I fell in love with this line:

"You never let me see you like this," Charlie mused, ignoring the question in favour of getting to his feet and strolling closer to Harry. "Sleep-tangled hair," he said, voice softer but still teasing as he touched Harry's disobedient fringe. "Mismatched pajamas." He flattened his hand against Harry's chest, directly above his heart.

I like how Harry's all cautious -- for once! -- and uncertain. It's really sweet.

If you ever do a follow up -- Ron's reaction to the news, anyone? xD -- I, for one, shall not be objecting. Much loff!
rose_whispers: Get Fuzzy- Bucky hammerrose_whispers on December 3rd, 2005 09:11 am (UTC)
Re: via lazy_daze
*g* I rather like the follow-up suggestion. "oh, and by the way, I'm shagging your best mate. Hope that's all right. And too bad if it's not." *giggles madly*

Thanks so much for your kind comments! I'm delighted that you enjoyed it :D
every Starbucks should have a polar bearscoradh on December 3rd, 2005 11:06 am (UTC)
Re: via lazy_daze
Yes ... something along the lines of "Rememeber that time I took away your dummy and you cried? Like that, only worse." Ahh,I want more Harry/Charlie now!

Have friended, btw. Hope you don't mind!
Marie Antoinette's pastry slavemark356 on December 3rd, 2005 02:09 am (UTC)
How adroable! I love how obviously you make Harry and Charlie so deeply in love without telling us, and how they're so comfortable with one another.
rose_whispers: Queen- Mayniacrose_whispers on December 3rd, 2005 09:13 am (UTC)
*g* Thank you!
yes I am a disney princess, thanks for askingunperfectwolf on December 3rd, 2005 07:25 am (UTC)
oh, this pair needs far more attention. *hugs them* They need som love! The fic was adorable. " "We weren't together yet in December," Charlie said. "Were you making eyes at me at Christmas?" " is too cute.
rose_whispers: HP- Points Snape McGrose_whispers on December 3rd, 2005 09:14 am (UTC)
Your icon makes me snicker. I agree- this is a ship that should be so much bigger. I'm delighted that you enjoyed my contribution to it ;)
Sabrinahoneycakehorse on December 5th, 2005 11:53 am (UTC)
That was lovely. I really like the interaction between Harry and Charlie, all light and loving without getting too fluffy. :) Great fic! *adds to memories*
rose_whispers: BtVS- Willow- So Funrose_whispers on December 6th, 2005 07:00 pm (UTC)
It makes me squee when something I write warrants being put into someone's memories. Thank you! I'm glad you enjoyed it :D
Lexi-Qlexique on March 4th, 2006 07:22 pm (UTC)
Wow! Fantastic Harry/Charlie. There needs to me a lot more of this pairing.

These boys are so perfect together.
rose_whispers: Colbert Report- phoenix featherrose_whispers on May 29th, 2006 10:35 pm (UTC)
Sorry for the delay in replying. Thanks for your feedback! I'm glad you enjoyed this story :D I have such a soft spot for Harry/Charlie!
phoenixs_songphoenixs_song on May 6th, 2006 10:05 pm (UTC)
I don't usually support Harry slash but I like Harry/Charlie and there is really not much of that. It was good. I liked reading it.
rose_whispersrose_whispers on May 29th, 2006 10:42 pm (UTC)
Harry/Charlie is one of the few Harry ships that I really enjoy. The fact that you read and liked this makes me very warm and squishy inside. Thanks so much for reading, and for your feedback!
emiime on July 23rd, 2006 11:17 pm (UTC)
This is lovely! I adore Charlie and you write him so well. I love love love secret relationships and the revealing thereof, and this was a gorgeous example of it. This made me so happy today! Thanks for the smile!
Snape's Angel: happyangela_snape on April 26th, 2007 01:50 am (UTC)
i love when fics introduce new & unique magical concepts...in this case, your "pestkey" is a fantastic idea.

Really enjoyed this fic...I can see myself getting into the pairing. (btw, here after seeing it recced in crack_broom)
Verdeniaverdenia on May 12th, 2007 09:26 am (UTC)
"Unexpected Things"

This is SO adorable and wonderful! I was wondering what was going on at first with the established relationship that didn't seem to be, but this was absolutely fantastic! Awesome! :D
(Anonymous) on April 5th, 2009 07:33 am (UTC)
i got so excited when i got to the end and saw that you actually had a TAG of harry/charlie. like there would be more of this amazingness. unfortunately, it just seems to be your organisation skills. i can always hope that you get inspired to write some more though.
cassie_blackcassie_black12 on May 30th, 2010 03:35 pm (UTC)
Such a lovely story. I'm really growing to love this pairing.

Fancy thinking they could hide it from Molly, though!!