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Charlie was freshly showered and barely dressed when there was a knock at the door. Severus had fallen asleep, the furry beast of a Newfoundland he'd adopted a few years back, Dora (a name that Tonks particularly loathed, which only made him love it all the more), had been let out of the bedroom – where he had kept her to keep her as safe as he could from Snape's rampant magic – now that the man was exhausted, and curled up next to the potions master beside the couch.

Sweet thing that she was, she knew he wasn't well, and didn't take the flying appliances personally. When he nodded off, she near always set herself down next to him to protect him from all that was big and bad in the world. Charlie glanced over his shoulder once more at the pair, thinking that Severus looked rather cute with his arm dropped off the side of the couch and across her big, black shoulders. He pulled up his zip and grabbed the nearest t-shirt before snaking his way out the door to greet whoever was bothering him at...well, at whatever bloody time it was. To be honest, he had practically no concept of time at all these days. His life just bled from nursing dragons to nursing Snape, with an occasional side of eating. He thought his gut was getting a little smaller, with all the exercise he'd been getting of late. Maybe that was just wishful thinking, but Merlin knew he found himself much more conscious of it than he'd been in years, with naught but lanky limbs and a charmingly boney arse to compare himself to.

Speaking of...

"Ron," Charlie blinked. "What're you doing here?"

"Mum," Ron answered curtly with a shrug. "New tattoo," he observed just as curtly.

"Oh, yeah," Charlie said looking down at his chest. "Guess so."

Ron looked up at the sky, hands stuffed into his pockets, and only then did Charlie realize it was raining. The shirt he'd been about to put on was soggy, and hanging limp in his hand, as he awkwardly wondered if there was much of a point pulling it on, now.

"Planning to let me in before I freeze to death?" Ron asked.

Charlie looked back at the front door for an instant, as if he honestly wasn't sure. "I, uhm, right then." As much as he wanted to keep his secret, he couldn't leave his baby brother standing in the rain. He supposed, if anyone was going to find out about what he'd been up to, Ron seemed like the least horrifying prospect. At least he didn't think the youngest of the Weasley boys would be libel to lecture him about his choices. Probably. It was hard to say, come to think of it, with that frizzy-haired girl that he hung about with. He decided to hope she hadn't worn off on him too much. He always figured Ron was perfectly brilliant just the way he was, if he ever worked up enough self-confidence to realize it himself.

"Head on back to the kitchen," he said. "Try and be quiet on the way. I'll make some cocoa, warm you up."

Merlin, this was awkward. Charlie watched in trepidation as Ron stepped into the room, knocked off his muddy trainers and shrugged out of his soggy jacket. When Ron turned to drop it over the armchair, he stopped dead in his tracks, missing said chair as his jacket slipped from his fingers and fell to the floor.

Dora lifted her head lazily from her paws, saw who'd come to visit, and let it droop again.

Ron opened his mouth like a fish on hook, trying to find words, but Charlie could see how they failed him as he stared at Severus Snape, fast asleep, and obviously quite naked under the threadbare blanket tossed over his hips, his fingers laced into Dora's long fur. "Th-!" is as far as Ron got, before Charlie covered his mouth and dragged him through the living room and into the kitchen as quickly as he could without making a ruckus. Ron kept turning his head and looking back over his shoulder in stunned silence. Sat down at the table as Charlie cast a quick silencing charm about the room so as not to disturb Severus, Ron let out the most awkward squeak when he first tried to speak, as his brain caught up to what his eyes were seeing.

When he finally spoke, what came out of his mouth was, "That's Snape!"

"Good of you to notice," Charlie quipped. Best let Ron ramble until the initial shock wore off. Charlie tried to keep his heartbeat steady as he fumbled about the kitchen for mugs, and to find that bloody box of cocoa he just purchased last week. He knew it was around here somewhere. He tried to remember where he'd put it. He'd just got in from tending to a rowdy bunch of hatchlings who'd lost their mum, and then he'd desperately needed to stock the cupboards. Before he'd finished, he remembered Snape had come in – in all his just bathed glory, still dripping water, and as impatient and impertinent as ever. Charlie remembered putting the groceries away rather blindly as the older man pulled down his trousers, got down on his knees... Charlie remembered wishing that day, that the poison that polluted Snape's body had dissipated, because he'd never wanted a man to bend him over the kitchen table more than he did that particular afternoon. He bit the inside of his cheek at the memory of Snape's incredibly talented tongue, and the memory he was looking for flashed across his mind. He abruptly opened the bottom cupboard and pulled the box of cocoa out from between a jug of broom cleaner and out of a box of rags.

"That's bloody Snape! Bare-arsed on your couch, hugging your dog, when half the fucking wizarding world is searching for him. 'gana's tits, Char, what are you thinking?" Ron's mania faded as quickly as it came on, as he blinked in confusion. "You keep your cocoa next to your broom oil?"

Charlie's ruddy complexion flushed. "Er, rather long story, that." He turned for the mugs, and his nerves at having the more sane arguments against what he'd been up to with Snape made his hand shake. He dropped the first, and it crashed to the ground.

A long silence passed between them. He dug his fingers into the counter to try to calm himself. "You remember the day after the battle, don't you Ron? You were off with your friends, Fred was dead, everybody was bloody crying. I needed some air, went out to help collect the bodies, hoped I didn't find anyone else I knew. You told me what happened to Snape in the shack. Thought I'd pull him on out, save you lot the trouble, and it gave me an excuse to wander off for a bit, clear my head, have a bit of..." his voice quivered, "...a bit of time. When I got there, he wasn't quite so dead as the lot of you'd thought, as Voldemort thought. Near dead, but not dead yet. I was mad for him when I was at Hogwarts, did I ever tell you that? I was always bollocking up potions because I couldn't stop staring at him, listening to his voice, but not managing to hear a word that came out of it. It was just a stupid crush, but when I saw him laid out there in all that blood...." his shoulders quivered at the memory. "It came rushing back all at once. And I guess I was torn up about Fred n'all, 'mongst other things. I couldn't leave him to die like that, so I brought him back here, took the only chance I thought he had to pull him back from the brink."

He turned, emotion etched deep across his freckled face. "You can't tell mum that he's here, Ron. You can't tell anyone. If the ministry gets their hands on him, Merlin only knows what'll become of him. He's getting better, but he's still not well. He needs me."

Ron raked his fingers through his hair. It didn't much look like Snape was the only one who 'needed' someone. He'd never imagined that Charlie was so attached to the old prat, but he wasn't as stupid as everyone seemed to think he was, either. "So you got those, then? The tattoos. They're vow marks, right?"

Charlie sighed and sat down across from his brother, once he finally managed to steady enough to get that cocoa together that he'd promised. "Yeah uh, well, they came later. First, I gave him a tincture we sometimes give the dragons that has yarrow, damiana, mugwort, and some other things in it. We give it to them for pox and such – it's got some really powerful cleansing properties. It was all I could think of on the spot, and it worked, Ron. Or, that is to say, it's working, but there are some side effects."

Ron choked on the hot drink and spluttered. Pox, indeed. Ron knew what Charlie was implying he was giving Snape, and he was pretty sure it was more often given to dragons having trouble reproducing than the pox, even if he had heard it was used for that, too, if the Pox was bad enough. "You're giving him mating serum?!"

Charlie made a gesture for Ron to lower his voice before he remembered he'd silenced the room. "It has very powerful anti-venom properties," he defended. "And there aren't any potions designed to counteract the poison in his system for wizards. I improvised," he protested. "And, he's getting better. I mean...yeah, there's, you know...side effects like that..." He scratched his head. “...But, you know, if it's helping his body heal, and all that...”

It was Ron's turn to blush. He remembered the first time Charlie had told him about mating serum. Charlie, of course, had been red from laughing so hard, telling him about the previously impotent dragon who now had plenty of energy to 'bugger any female that gets too close'. He'd joked that the Horntail was living up to his name, and had even had at it with a few of the males. He'd also joked that, 'his bloody cock is bigger than my leg.' Charlie, at the time, had thought it was hilarious. In all seriousness, he'd added, 'but mating serum IS really important, since a lot of breeds of dragons are near on extinct. It has to do the job, and do it well. We'll have hatchlings all over the bloody place by summer at this rate.' That's what he was using to 'cure' Snape. Ron didn't have to wonder any longer why his former professor was naked on his brother's couch. "Yeah, I'm sure you're enjoying those side effects," he muttered under his breath. He hoped Charlie knew what he was doing.

Charlie cleared his throat. "Well, the entire thing is not without it's perks," he admitted, “but there's no helping it. This poison infects the entire system, reproductive and all. I've got to get him to work it all out. He's randy as fuck, but I know getting off...it still hurts him." He frowned. "But less now, I think. I chase the mating serum with replenishing potion, and sedatives to help him get by when I'm at work. It's been slow going, but he's been improving, and he's gotten used to being here with me and Dora. If mum were to come around, it'd make a mess of everything. Just stick with my cat story. Please? I'll tell her that I've been taking care of him myself, but I want to avoid the conversation until he's healthy again. You know mum, she'll get all up on helping, not really understanding the situation, and it'll end up a hella awkward. He'd be mortified.”

Ron ran a hand over his face. He knew Charlie. When he fell for someone, he fell hard, and he was through the floor over Snape. Ron wondered if the feeling was at all mutual. Charlie would be heartbroken if, when all was said and done, Snape just walked right out of his life. On the other hand, Charlie was a grown man who had no doubt endured his fair share of heartache, and was fully capable of making his own decisions, even if they were bad ones. "And the vow marks?"

"Well, the poison effects his whole system," Charlie repeated meekly. "I hadn't thought of it at first, just grabbed on the only idea that I thought might work, really, but his whole system is weakened, so the mating serum is...it turned out to be a bit too rough on organs that are trying to heal. The aphrodisiac properties of the serum over-taxed his heart. He was doing so well, but then a few weeks ago..." Charlie choked on his words, trying not to let the memory overwhelm him. "His heart stopped. It was only for a few moments, but I had to resort to muggle techniques to get it going again." Charlie hated that memory. The panic, the way he thought he really HAD lost Severus this time, and the relief when the man started gasping for breath again. "I insisted on the tattoos after that. He protested, but I'm at least as stubborn as he is. So now, his heart will keep beating as long as mine does."

"Or his heart will give out again, and yours will right along with it," Ron argued. Vow marks were really unpredictable. Even married couples rarely got them anymore because of the risks involved.

Charlie shrugged again. "That's a chance I'm willing to take."

"Apparently," Ron dead-panned. He could hardly believe Charlie – his brilliant, outdoorsy older brother, was being such a reckless fool about this! Ron wished he'd just told their mum to bugger off. He'd only come because he was sure that if Charlie didn't want her here, he had good reason. He'd been absolutely right about that, but he hated knowing what that reason was. It was nothing against Snape, really. Thanks to Harry, he knew what the grumpy old codger had been on about, and why he was such a bastard and all. It wasn't some personal vendetta that made him hate this. It was that his brother seemingly thought nothing of risking his life for the cause. They'd already lost Fred. What if... if something were to happen to Charlie now, it would be earth-shattering.

Ron found himself choking on emotion, too. He didn't know what to say, but he had to say something. He wanted to support his brother's choice, but he didn't want him risking his life like this. It was too late, already. Vow marks were irreversible. All he could really do at this point was hope and pray that Charlie's big, dumb heart was big enough to bear the weight of what he'd decided to put it through. "Always knew you had weird taste in blokes," he muttered.

Charlie's nervous fidgeting halted, and he laughed. "Oh, we're going to talk about my taste, are we? You still seeing that..." Damn it, why could he never remember that girl's bloody name? To cover the fact that after all these years he still drew a blank on the subject he filled in with, "...frizzy-haired control freak?"

Ron's complexion whitened. "That...uh. Well, you know, some things are better in your head than they turn out to be in your life." The infatuation he'd developed for Hermione had been just like that. They'd tried to date for about a second, but it was over before it ever really started. Now they were going through a phase where they barely spoke. He sort of hoped they got on through it and went back to how things used to be, eventually, if only so Harry could finish a sentence. His best friend seemed afraid to even mention her name in Ron's presence these days. It was kind of a pain in the arse, really. The three of them had gone through hell and back together. Ron had faith that it would all work out, but the debacle was still a fresh enough wound that when people poked at it, Ron couldn't help but wince.

"Yeah? She was no good for you anyway," Charlie declared.

"Would've been nice if you'd mentioned that before I made an arse of myself," Ron complained.

Charlie shrugged. "Not as though you'd have listened."

Ron shook his head and tried to look more annoyed at his brother than he really was. Charlie was right. He wouldn't have listened. Weasleys were stubborn by nature; and there wasn't an exception in the bunch.

"So, who're you buggering now, then?" Charlie blurted.

Ron turned quite red in the face. "Th-that's not, there's not, I mean...!" Each stumbled word only turned Ron's face a deeper shade of crimson.

Charlie's laughed a hearty laugh at his expense. Even so, it rather lightened Ron's dour mood, his battered pride put aside for the moment. "But there is someone,' he quipped. "You're a piss poor liar, Ron. C'mon tell your favorite big brother who you've got your eye on," Charlie nudged, glad to focus on someone else's romantic catastrophes for a change.

Ron's lips moved, but no sound came out at first. "Sh-shut up. It's none of your business. It's embarrassing," he groused.

Charlie got up from the table quickly and pulled Ron into a headlock of sorts, mussing his hair. “Nothing's embarrassing between brothers!” he declared, playfully. It was nice, just to roughhouse a little. He loved Romania, but he did miss his family terribly sometimes. Ron especially. Bill at least wrote, and their mum firecalled all the time. George had made a habit of mailing him 'free samples' – which was really just his little way of pranking him via owl. And Percy? Percy kept sending apology letters on George's behalf that Charlie was sure George had nothing at all to do with. Ginny and their Dad were often about when Mum called, so he got to talk to them a fair bit, too. But Ron? No, not Ron. He had a way of disappearing from the face of the Earth between holidays, as far as Charlie was concerned. He knew that was nothing personal. Ron just hated writing letters, but it was still wonderful to see him again, to get a few minutes to catch up, even if the reason Ron had come for the visit was bollocks.

It was in the midst of his roughhousing and jest that Charlie suddenly lost his wind. The trouble with binding his heart to Severus was that when his lover's pulse started to race, his did too. Snape made his pulse race well enough without the extra help.

Ron didn't notice right away. He did, from his particular angle at Charlie's hip, notice the pronounced bulge in his brother's jeans. He blushed. He ignored that little twinge in the pit of his stomach that thought it was just a little hot. After all, they were brothers, and he was sure Charlie's libido had nothing at all to do with him. “Not even a pitched tent, apparently,” Ron complained to cover his embarrassment, writhing a bit to get out of his brother's grasp.

Charlie got in one last ruffle of the hair, before releasing him. He shrugged. He wasn't going to waste energy getting embarrassed about it. Ron already knew the situation he'd walked in on. “Sev'rus is awake, I'd wager,” he drawled.

Ron's face flushed anew. He tried not to think about it – his brother buggering the snarky old potions master, who was a total prat, mind, and not all that much worth looking at, really, but with the sexual charge to the air, Ron couldn't help but admit, if only to himself, that that deep voice had to sound amazing crying out in passion. He told himself that that train of thought needed to be derailed before it went any further, but it was already too late. The mental image of Snape groaning and writhing against Charlie, who must be damn near twice as broad, was already lodged into his mind. He honestly wasn't sure who was topping, even in his own head. Charlie was so big and strong, all meat, muscle, and podge, and just what you'd imagine a top ought to be, but Snape was so controlling, with that sharp tongue and those penetrating dark eyes, and that foreboding aura. In the classroom, that was shite, but in the bedroom, he imagined it must be quite a different matter. 'Ack!' Damn it all, his cock twitched. It was hot. Really bloody hot. He cleared his throat awkwardly, glad that Charlie couldn't read minds...unless the old codger had been teaching him a few tricks of the trade. He told himself they were probably way too busy shagging for that. He tried to convince himself that Charlie didn't have the attention span for occlumency, either, but he knew that was bollocks and he was just letting his mind wander off on tangents now. It kept coming back, infallibly, to Charlie buggering Snape, no matter how he tried to avoid it.

“Do you, uhm, need to...?” Ron stuttered, thinking about Snape, just a door jamb and a one-way silencing spell away, all hot and bothered.

Charlie waved it off. He was getting rather flushed in the face, but ignored it for now. “He doesn't like for me to go to him every time. Fancies his independence, as much as he can get of it, as things stand. He'll have a good wank, a glass of water, run a few tests to see how things are faring, then he'll call for me.”

A few soft thumps and a little whimper could be heard from the living room, moving across the small house to the bedroom, and a door snapped closed. Ron looked a bit confused by this.

“He's sent Dora off to the bedroom,” Charlie explained. “Says he doesn't like an audience. I think he's just paranoid that she'll think we're playing a game and start barking and wagging her tail about and such. Kill the mood.”

“Oh,” Ron answered, not sure what he ought to say. “Should I? I should...I should definitely...go.” He stumbled awkwardly, pushing himself to his feet. The air felt thick with lust. Even without Charlie's infernal vow mark, he could sense it, and it was starting to get to him. If he didn't leave now, he was sure he would only make a fool of himself. “I'll just...uhm...” How was he supposed to sneak out past Snape, anyway? It felt like his heart was in his throat. “I mean, yeah, I'll totally...what should I tell mum the cat's name is?” He blurted awkwardly as he tried to get his bearings, and considered whether or not it would be practical to climb through the kitchen window. He still hated disapparating after getting splinched. He didn't realize his own aversion to it, but generally preferred not to unless there were no other options available. It wasn't very comfortable, anyway.

Charlie could tell Ron was getting a bit hot under the collar. He hoped it didn't make him too horrible a person to want to tease him a bit, but they were brothers, and that's what family did, right? It was always the way with Weasleys, at least. Besides, Severus would flip out if he found out they had unexpected company while he was wanking a mere few feet away. Charlie's heart pounded in his chest. He wanted a shag, and badly. The mating serum might not effect him directly, but through the vow marks, it certainly did: when Severus was all wound up, so did he. Those are the reasons he would cite to himself later for pinning Ron against the counter, his bulging hard on pressing into his brother's hip, and the way he hovered over him, his breath coming hot against his youngest brother's throat. “Dunno,” he answered. “What was the name of that bloke you fancy, again?”

Ron shuddered. Damn it all! Charlie was such a bastard! His groin responded to the intimate contact all the same, even though he knew it shouldn't, not with family. He should be wildly turned off, but the opposite was true. Damn it, it was taboo, which made it kinky, which made it sexy, and he hadn't had more than a drunken mess of a shag in what felt like ages. “Wh-who said it was a bloke?” Ron croaked, trying to remember how to breathe as he gripped the counter top behind himself as Charlie's hips slid – as if by magic – right into place between his thighs, so he found their tented trousers pressing firmly together. Damn Charlie! Bastard! Picking on him like this! It wasn't fair! Charlie had a lover. All Ron had was a chance encounter in a pub late at night, a drunken shag, and a promise to owl. That had been near on a month ago, and he'd not heard a word since. It felt like years, and he couldn't stop thinking about the charming, handsome, cheerful bastard who'd run out on him the next morning. And yes, it was a bloke.

“Am I wrong?” Charlie asked innocently.

“No,” Ron sulked.

Charlie grinned that playful grin of his. “Soooo...” Charlie encouraged Ron by rocking his hips against his brother's and nipping at his ear. “C'mooon, Ron, tell your dear, big brother who you wish I was right now. I'm good at keeping secrets, you know.”

The hot breath against his lobe would have been enough to drive Ron mad on its own, but the added pressure of Charlie's turgid rod made it all the worse. “Yeah, I noticed,” he exhaled sharply, sarcasm failing under the weight of the lust building between them. Did Charlie have any idea what he was doing? Wouldn't Snape be furious? He wanted those things to matter. He wanted the fact that he didn't generally lust after his burly older brother to matter too, but at the moment, Charlie was hot and hard, and pressed against him, and he smelled good, and there was an older man wanking, or some shit, in the next room, and it was all so forbidden and so exciting that he couldn't stop himself from giving up on self-control. He gave up on what minimal resistance he had and tilted his head to the side when Charlie's lips trailed down his throat, offered no resistance as that strong, broom-calloused hand slid up under his shirt. 'Mmm, those hands. They're just like His hands. They feel so good...' His mind spun as Charlie frotted against him through their jeans. His fingers, once white-knuckled against the counter curled into Charlie's mussed hair, encouraging his talented lips to continue their downward trajectory. As for his other hand, it ventured further south to grope at his brother's bum.

It was in that instant, when Ron gave up all control and let himself fully enjoy this, just as his shirt dropped into a sink full of dishes, and his trousers were unfastened to pull out his dripping erection, that a voice interrupted JUST when he was teetering on the edge of orgasm. He was ready to curse that voice into hell.

“Charlie! It's clear! It's run clear!” A deep voice, and one that sounded quite excited about something. Ron blearily opened his eyes, pursed his kiss swollen lips, and blinked. That was all it took as he watched, in slow motion, as Severus Snape – bare as the day he was born, fully erect, and trying (and for once failing) to maintain a completely neutral expression – crashed into the moment and brought reality with him.

The world moved in slow motion in that instant. Ron watched Snape's brow rise into his hairline. He watched the test tube slip from the former professor's fingertips. When the glass shattered to the floor, time started to move again.

“Shit. Fuck,” Ron spat out a string of curses, trying to force Charlie off of him and fumble for his sodden shirt at the same time. He was panicking. He knew he was. Didn't mean he could do a bloody thing to stop it from happening.

Charlie blinked, a bit slower to resume business as usual, possibly in part due to the fact that his pants were down about his ankles. Ron had no idea when he'd managed to lose them. He didn't lift his weight off of his younger brother, or show any intention of doing so as he processed the words. Ron also didn't fail to notice the way he ogled Snape's naked body, even when he was pressed indecently against someone else.

“Clear?” Charlie finally said. “Yeah?”

Snape answered with a curt nod of his head, his hand still suspended in midair, as if the vial were still in place. Ron was relieved in that at least. Charlie was the only one who seemed completely nonplussed by the situation. “I was not aware we had company,” Snape stated frankly as Ron's mind wandered, wondering how long it had taken Snape to call his brother 'Charlie', and how easily the name passed his lips now.

Charlie didn't answer Severus, not really. He didn't tell him 'I didn't want to wake you', or 'mum was worried about me', or even try to explain why he was in the kitchen, bare-arsed, molesting his baby brother. All of those things were left unsaid. What Charlie actually said was, “we should celebrate.”
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