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WONKY CROSS	By : JanisJ Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 59358 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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A/N: Thanks for all the reads, rates and especially reviews— I love them so much! They always make me smile and feel good. :)

Haha Hollibell! You make me laugh! I always wondered that in the GOF movie scene when Harry is hiding behind the headstone being goaded on by Voldemort to come duel and he decided with a huff/snort to go out and face him…. Did he accidentally blow a boog? How many times did they cut right after to make sure his nose was clean? ;P

Flare, you’re coming up with some eerily accurate premonitions! I think you’ll be pleasantly surprised in later chapters.

Hope you all enjoy this next part— and I’m sooooooo sorry for the super-long delay! RL threw a bunch of difficulties my way, all one right after the other…. NOT fun….. :(

~O~

ENLIGHTENMENT, PART 3

Harry was gob-smacked and blushed profusely right after the hyper dog dissolved.

Charlie just threw his head back and laughed.

Harry rushed to cover their naked lower-halves with the blanket (even though the flustered brunet knew that the conjured images couldn’t actually SEE anything regarding the state of their recipients through their ethereal eyes) when Hermione’s otter appeared moments later.

“Please excuse the interruption, I merely commented we should give you plenty of time to get ready since, if you are anything like we were in the beginning, you would probably get…. erm…. side-tracked a few times in the process. But Ronald (and here the little critter turned its head to speak to a blank space beside it with a spectacular glower on its furry face) didn’t see fit to wait an appropriate amount of time before shooting off his mouth.”

“Anyway, you have a few hours before we’re planning to leave. I do, however, agree with my impetuous boyfriend that we are happy for you…. and advise silencing and locking spells. Luna can’t stop giggling, but Dean might appreciate it when he gets home later, seeing as his room is directly below yours; I shudder to think what mischief George would perpetrate on you if your door wasn’t properly warded from intrusion. See you at seven!”

And with that, the aquatic mammal dissipated. Harry gave an anguished, mortified groan and covered his burning face in his hands, leaving his bedmate to his (rather breathless) newest bout of belly-bouncing guffaws.

“How can you find this funny? Doesn’t it embarrass you your brother heard us doing…. that?”

“Not at all,” Charlie answered, completely unabashed, once he got his sniggers under control. (He’d had his fair share of auditory and visual voyeurs over the years-- it didn’t bother him one whit).   “You have a different relationship with them, closer, been kids together. I just think it’s hilarious. And serves them right for snooping in…. And hey, this way you don’t have to worry about how to tell them about us.”

Harry looked up at him, a small, shy smile gracing his lips as he felt that weight lift off his shoulders over that inevitable conversation; he’d always admired Charlie’s easy-going attitude over sexuality-- and it was true, he was now spared the stress on how to bring that sticky subject up with his best friends (all the while hoping with all his heart they would be ok with them being together). Trust that wonderfully optimistic man to find the bright side of things.

And as he gazed at his bedmate, his expression turned more towards awe at his relaxed pose; Charlie was reclined back on the pillows, hands behind his head, completely at ease and highly amused.   Green eyes greedily drank in the sight of his bulging biceps and tattooed pecs. He hesitantly reached out to trace the curves and grooves of his chest and gently stroked the hair there (that he’d been recently granted unlimited access too).

He couldn’t even fathom what words could express how incredibly sexy Charlie’s comfort in his own skin was and how drool-worthy his beautiful body was; all he came up with was a woefully inadequate, “You’re incredible.”

“And you are as well.” Charlie’s tone was sure and steady, yet got that intense, probing look (that Harry had seen so many times before but could now recognize was barely concealed lust). “Absolutely adorable too,” he traced the brunet’s heated cheeks with the pad of his thumb before he pulled him close (that caused the blanket slip from their nude lower-halves) for a soft kiss.

“You were magnificent, you know,” he whispered, his hot breath washing over Harry’s mouth. “So masterful…. So powerful and commanding…. Just perfect.”

Harry was drowning in bliss at the reverent touches and words, effectively assuaging his guilt and worry that he may have been too rough, too unrestrained earlier; the instinctual actions that he allowed himself to play out— that the wizard himself had urged on-- hadn’t hurt the man he cared so deeply for and let him believe they were actually very well received!

He wasn’t too weird! Charlie didn’t think he was a freak!

So he barely heard Charlie ask him if he was going to send a message back. He had to shake his shaggy head to clear it, realizing he probably should. All he could come up with in his mind to infuse his new Patronus with was a tremulous, croaked, “Thanks for the heads-up…. See you later.”

They both watched the large, lumbering form of the bear melt through the door. The redhead followed it with a spell of his own, effectively Impurturbing the room.

Charlie was slightly confused at the wrinkled expression of consternation on the younger wizard’s face but gazed with sparkling-bright blue eyes as the advanced piece of magic appeared and departed, impressed with the complexity of it and the proficiency Harry displayed— something the majority of seasoned, older wizards couldn’t accomplish, himself included.

“You learned this in your third year?” Charlie questioned, still astounded by what he knew to be true. Harry nodded modestly, but protested that he hadn’t learned the talking component until later and that that was an invention unique to the Order of the Phoenix.

“And taught a bunch of fourth, fifth and six year’s how?” The brunet bobbed his head again in assent again. “You promised you’d show me how after all the craziness died down….”

Harry couldn’t resist the enthusiastic gleam in those glittering sapphire gems the older Weasley brother called eye-balls. “Yeah, all right. You need to think of a really happy memory…. Allow it to fill you up.” Harry began the impromptu lesson with the words Remus Lupin had told him, imitating the rather slow and hypnotic tone the Lycan had adopted in that instance.

(He missed the sneaky, randy smile that Charlie couldn’t help at his unintentional innuendo— the redhead had immediately decided on the moment that Harry had so recently “filled him up” as his most happy recollection.)

The head of the DA slipped easily into professor-mode and demonstrated the incantation and wand movement. Charlie was disappointed with his attempt, which only produced a small wisp of smoke even though Harry assured him that it was good and better than his first try.

“This spell was developed for the combat against the negative-force of the soul-sucking of Dementors. That was why I had to learn, to defend myself-- they affected me worse than normal. It’s a form of magic that comes from all the positive energy of your core to upset the sudden imbalance of Dark influence that can incapacitate you rather quickly. It has to be a really wonderful feeling you call up. And once you get a taste of it, the pathways in your brain get to know the course it takes to get there so it becomes easier and easier.”

Harry cast again, perusing the pacing beast (it looked like the pictures he’d seen of grizzlies) and encouraged Charlie with a guiding hand on his wrist. The mist came out as more of a larger, blurry oblong blob from the Elder and Dragon-Vein wand. “Better!” the brunet beamed. Charlie shook his head disbelievingly, rather discouraged.

“It IS! You’re doing great. It took me so much longer to get to that point….” (Charlie secretly thought that Harry probably didn’t have as many nice thoughts to draw upon, but kept it to himself) (Harry couldn’t help but think it was so much easier without an actual Dementor present— or a Boggart masquerading as one.)

The dragon-handler tried again, focusing his concentration and managed a rectangular shape with four short pointy legs— it looked like a shimmering, ghostly ottoman. “How do you know what animal it will be?” he asked his young teacher when it vanished. “And why did yours change? You all said it was a stag like your dad’s, but then after the Dissolution, yours was different and Hermione asked what mine was. What was that all about?”

Harry scratched the back of his neck a bit uncomfortably— he hadn’t wanted to tackle that piece of the puzzle so soon. If his understanding (albeit supremely limited) of the theory was correct, this could prove very embarrassing and revealing.

“Uh…. er…. About that….” Harry started slowly, and then blurted out, “I don’t pretend to be an expert on this!!”

Charlie just shook his head and shrugged his shoulders; his open expression urged him on to explain. He really didn’t understand the brunet’s flustered state.

“My weak grasp of this is that a Patronus takes on the animal form of whatever the witch or wizard’s personality characteristics are like, as in metaphors. I didn’t know my dad, but Hermione explained it as ‘I am often hunted, stoic, quiet, regal and can’t help but command attention, (he made a ‘tch’ noise of derision) have physical stamina though also a stubborn streak that causes me to butt heads.’ Feh.”

Charlie nodded. He could buy that.

“Her otter is clever, uses tools to crack clams, water rolls off her back and she navigates stormy, hostile waters well. Ron’s Jack Russell Terrier loves playing with toys, is smart, but willful to a fault. He’s also fiercely loyal towards loved ones in his pack and defensive toward any threat to them…. ”

The redhead was bobbing his head in agreement, deep in thought. Harry gulped and continued.

“I think Hermione was guessing that yours would be a bear. It makes sense, really. You’re large and cuddly, playful yet can be really intimidating and ferocious when you’re being protective.”

Harry knew he was babbling (but he couldn’t help himself)…. He was trying to redirect from the concept of forms switching; how could he get past what he and his best friend were both realizing was true without doubt now? That what they had suspected meant that Charlie’s true Patronus was the ursine behemoth that Harry now produced?

“Well, that certainly explains the hairy, podgy gut,” Charlie joked with a wink, rubbing his lightly-furred, (only-slightly) rounded stomach, “and why I like honey in my tea.”

Harry frowned at the-- albeit light-hearted-- self-deprecation. “You’re perfectly proportioned! You’re big and thick and…. yummy!”

“I’m pudgy, dim-witted yet delicious?” his blue eyes twinkled with mirth.

Harry was horrified— the utterly masculine muscled man was anything but! “No! I meant you are strong and hard and solid, like a tree trunk!”

He was relieved at Charlie’s laughter that clearly signaled he was only teasing; his mouth watered at the sight of the redhead’s penis twitching and starting to become tumid. “So wide…..” he murmured, running his index finger across the base that was sporting an enormous girth while still only being three-quarters stiff.

The second eldest Weasley grinned and tried the ‘Expecto Patronum’ again, and managed to conjure a small buck— blurry around the edges, but still recognizable as Cervine in shape. It was cute. They both looked in awe as the tiny animal, with only two single-spoked prongs (not Harry’s usual ten-point rack) took a couple steps on wobbly legs before it melted away seconds later.

“Brilliant!” Harry exclaimed. “You did it!” He planted a rather sloppy congratulatory kiss to the center of that bristly goatee, ending with an obscene-- and rather childish sounding-- smack. “You can practice on that for now. Learning the talking part we can tackle once you’ve got that down pat.” He gave his newest student a Chocolate Frog from his nightstand drawer; he flicked the card out of Charlie’s fingers when he crowed about getting a “Harry James Potter”.

The brunet was proud of him, and he wanted to get back to the snogging, realizing they were both still naked and skin was rubbing on skin. He also wanted to deflect attention from going down that road that would lead to the embarrassing revelation of how deep his feelings ran for the dragon-handler. (Through his lust-addled mind, he didn’t quite make the connection that, while his shape had shifted, the redhead’s had moved to match his own.)

All that really mattered at the moment was that they were kissing again (the cocoa amphibian having hopped away to safety) and hands were roving, touching, exploring. Harry was still astounded how much the rippling hardness of those bunching and flexing muscles could excite him; the tactile thrill of running his fingers over the various tattoos and scars that littered the other man’s body, along with the roughness of coarse hair, sent his desire soaring.

The hunger and heat was back. Tenfold.

Soon they were rutting and jerking each other off with a rabid fervor, grunting like animals. Both wanted more but couldn’t stop the addiction of reaching that high that was— LITERALLY-- in their grasp. It was over-powering with how intoxicating it was!

Green-eyes rolled back into his head when Charlie batted his hand away and his huge, square, meaty palm closed around both their shafts and forcibly pumped-- foreskins harshly pulled back, exposing the sensitive heads-- squeezing to the brink of pain that vibrantly coloured the pleasure.

Harry’s nails scrabbled and scratched where he could reach on that hulking frame that were sending him hurtling into ecstasy. The moist, blunt tip of Charlie’s cock rubbed beautifully into the frenulum on the crease and point on the underside of Harry’s full-to-bursting crown.

Charlie’s shoulder collided into his, knocking him back and dominating him, pinning him with all his weight to the sweat-soaked sheets; an almost-angry tug to his balls had him scream-grunting down the redhead’s throat and around his probing, plunging tongue as he found his release. He vaguely felt a few drips of scalding wetness against his organ.

Though not much semen came out due to their earlier emptying of balls, it didn’t make the climax any less intense…..

Harry slumped, relishing the heaviness the weary Weasley made on his side, panting heavily against his neck. The heat against his cooling perspiration gave him goose-bumps and shivers through the aftershocks of their completion.

~O~

“But why the change?” the dragon-handler wheedled, wiping down Harry’s groin with a sleepily summoned washcloth. “Did Hermione and Ron’s ever change?”

(Fuuuuuuuuuck! Harry thought as it was apparent his attempt at distraction ended; the intermission was over. He isn’t going to let up on this!)

“No, they always knew they loved each other,” he replied with a yawn, trying his best at evasiveness while still under physical duress of recuperating from yet another mind-shattering orgasm. At the redhead’s curious look he added, “at least very deep down…..”

“What are you not telling me?”

“We’re not sure of much. Hermione has found the literature on the subject ‘severely lacking’.” (Harry was fidgeting-- and even starting to sweat anew, but with nerves now.)

“OK! FINE!” Harry practically yelled, causing his bedmate to flinch from the sudden outburst.

“Snape’s doe copied my mother’s all the way up to his death! Tonks’ went to a wolf-like form when she became obsessed with making Remus hers but he kept pushing her away. It looks as if one-sided or unrequited love makes someone’s Patronus change— I don’t know if it switched back when they married and it became clear that he returned it as well….”

Charlie was silent, absorbing the information and Harry was grateful that he hadn’t instantly made the connection of what he was implying.

“Romantic love is the most powerful positive magic there is but when it’s unresolved, it’s mixed with yearning which makes it bittersweet and unattached in your core and looking for a place to land, some way for the soul to express those profound emotions, or something like that. Not much has been documented about it and it is not widely understood. Unspeakables might know…. But they hoard their knowledge and keep everything secret.”

“I guess that makes sense. Can’t really see Snape would naturally be a doe…. Maybe his true form is a bat?” Charlie supplied with a smirk.

Harry ruefully smiled. “We’ll never be certain…. I can imagine a raven for him, though.”

“Corvids are extremely clever,” Charlie agreed, “and have those beady black eyes and big beak.” Then, the redhead grinned, “So that explains Aberforth casting a goat, then.”

“Shit, Char!” (God, how Charlie loved that blush!) “Shut up!” the bashful brunet squealed. He’d heard the rumors, of course, but it couldn’t really be true, could it?

“I mean, I’m sure Missy cares for him in her own way, but not the same way he deeply feels about her!” Charlie continued, goading on a few more shades of darker pink to spread across those heated cheeks. Then the dragon-handler’s expression twisted in shock. “Hang on,” he blurted out, “You love me?”

Harry’s face flushed even more in mortification and looked away. The moment of truth was here at last. “Sometimes magic is a real bitch….” he muttered under his breath and then pleaded in apology, “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to pressure you. I just think you’re great….” He started to turn away, but a strong hand caught him.

“Why would you think that I don’t love you?” Charlie growled.

Harry scowled, and then shot back in a reflexive, self-defensive tone, “Why would I? You are…. You! All put together and know everything…. about yourself and fucking and life! I don’t know anything-- other than I don’t want to live without you and want to keep doing sex stuff with you and want to take care of you— and I just recently figured that out. I don’t want to chase you off by being all clingy or whatever. I don’t want to make you feel obligated or— ”

“I thought you said you listened to what I said to Roger!”

Harry shook his head, almost afraid at the perceived venom in that statement (was he not truly forgiven after all?).

“I’m sorry I did that! But I don’t think merely fancying someone is enough to change your Patronus,” his tone coming across as bitter in his humiliation. “If that was the case, people’s would be shifting all the time! No, it comes from your heart and soul, and the magic that—“

“FUCK, Harry!” Charlie looked murderous and it scared the brunet who had faced such intense threats in his lifetime. “I said: ‘I fell for him’—as in, ‘fallen IN LOVE’ with you! It’s been irrevocable, no going back, for months now! How could you doubt that?! I produced a stag!” The usually casual man was becoming unraveled and frantic with each screeched confession.

The silence stretched while they both stared into each to other’s eyes, both whale-wide (but for entirely different reasons).

Harry shrank back from what he perceived as anger. Aggression and frustration aimed at him made him regress…. “Why me?” was all that Harry could come up with (in a really pathetic, wimpy whimper). He still didn’t believe he had enough redeeming qualities— as just another, utterly average bloke— that he could capture another’s interest for real and especially didn’t hold any hope for getting the one he most desired. That wasn’t the way his luck worked.

“Why not you?” Charlie purred— back-pedaling like crazy once he’d witnessed the cowering reaction-- falling back on his training on coaxing reluctant and frightened fledglings; he relaxed his stance and made his embrace more open and inviting. “There are SO many reasons, Harry,” he crooned, keeping his touches light. “Do you want me to list them?”

~O~

A/N: There is much more to come from this New Year’s Eve in my head, but it would’ve made the wait way longer by the time I can type it, so I’m posting this as a little taste for all the readers who have suffered along with Harry’s cluelessness so far. Yay! He’s finally learning! And don’t worry, he definitely gets it in the end…. ;P
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