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Be My Escape	By : KohakuShadow Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 3626 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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- 2-II.
- 3-III.
- 4-IV.
- 5-V.
- 6-VI.
- 7-VII.
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III.

Back in Romania, Charlie had often joked with a wink
that he'd never met a wizard he didn't like. It was his response
whenever his friends teased him over a drink about how he would sleep
with the first man to buy him a beer. He had, for the record, slept
with most of those friends. He didn't consider it being promiscuous,
really. He was still a relatively young man, and unattached, and he
liked having a good time. No strings, no problem.

It wasn't until returning to the UK and to Hogwarts that
he realized his joke wasn't entirely true. He didn't want to sleep
with any of his fellow teachers, no matter how many beers they
might buy him. And that, he realized, was the final sacrifice he'd
made for the sake of his family; he'd become involuntarily and
morosely celibate. At this rate, his mother would win the battle
over his hair by Christmas, because if he wasn't going to be himself,
then looking the part hardly seemed to matter.

He got on with the rest of the staff – well,
mostly, Snape was still a heartless bastard – but when it came
to going for a drink, that was something he found himself doing both
seldom and alone. Bill met up with him at the Leaky Cauldron once,
but the promise for a repeat appearance had not yet come. He was
beginning to wonder if there was any point to quitting his job on the
reserve to be with his family since he hardly saw any of them now
that he was here. Ron was in the midst of auror training, and
running the shop without Fred had George drowning in work. Charlie
imagined being so busy helped his siblings. Even Percy was helping
George at the joke shop, working fifteen hour shifts to try to
assuage his own guilt over realizing what an arse he'd been just a
little too late. He saw Ginny in the halls once in a while, but
never really got to sit and talk with her. He did his duty in
firecalling his parents every Saturday, but for the most part it just
seemed to make them happy that he was nearby and the continued calls,
while they enjoyed them, were not strictly required. That didn't
help his mood. It would have been nice if the people he'd given up
his life's work over showed some interest in what he was doing with
said life. And he knew thinking that wasn't fair, but his life had
been so good a month ago, and now it was shit. Since his life had
been turned upside down, and he wasn't feeling terribly acclimated to
what replaced it, and he hadn't been laid in over a month, Charlie
couldn't help but lay the blame on everyone around him. He knew that
wasn't fair, but he didn't know what he was supposed to do about it.
He needed someone to connect with – his libido could be sated
by his left hand and favorite dildo for a while, but what he needed
most wasn't physical stimulation. He needed someone to connect with
on an emotional level. He needed to forge a bond, make a friend,
but who? Everyone he worked with was so...old. That in itself
wasn't a bad thing, but he just didn't have anything in common with
his fellow professors and getting all buddy-buddy with his students
was out of the question.

He sighed heavily. “What the fuck was I thinking,
taking a job like this one?” As big as Hogwarts was, it was
making him claustrophobic.

“I was just wondering the exact same thing,”
a deep voice drawled behind him.

Charlie jumped away from the railing of the North Tower
where he had been staring out at the sky for far longer than he had
realized. “Snape,” he sighed.

Snape inclined his head. He often came up here to
think. He had ever since Dumbledore had passed away. He liked it
because it was private and no one else bothered with it. He hadn't
expected to find Charlie Weasley leaning on the rail, talking to
himself.

“What do you want?” Charlie sighed. He
didn't have the patience for Snape's sardonic sense of humor right
now.

“Obviously, to be alone. My timing appears to be
somewhat unfortunate for both of us.”

It must be the stress. There was no other reason for
Charlie to lose his temper over Snape just...being Snape. “You're
a right foul bastard, you know that, don't you?” he snapped,
grabbing Snape by the front of his robes and getting rather in his
face about it. It wasn't the typical Charlie. If he was feeling
like himself, he'd know that and it wouldn't be happening, but life
had gone to shit and he needed someone to take it out on. Snape –
for all his faults – was just in the wrong place at the wrong
time. “So how the fuck is it that you get to live, but
Fred had to die?! It isn't fair!” He tossed Snape away and the
older man stumbled back a step, catching himself before falling on
his arse.

“It may have escaped your narrow vision, Weasley,
but life rarely is,” Severus answered, straightening out his
robes. “I will leave you and your temper to settle your
differences before your afternoon lesson.”

Something clicked. The way Snape so bluntly said that
life was rarely fair snapped everything back into perspective.
Charlie laughed.

Severus quirked a brow. “I would really prefer
you save your nervous breakdown for when I am not present to witness
it,” he said as the redhead's chuckle turned into a laugh, and
the laugh into riotous guffawing.

Charlie knew it wasn't funny. It was the very fact that
it wasn't funny that made it so hilarious. It took Severus Snape to
point out something so obvious. “I'm a bloody idiot,” he
snickered. Of course. Life isn't fair. No kidding. “I mean,
obviously.” His laughter tapered off as quickly as it began and
he drooped again. “Shite.”

Snape shifted a bit. This sort of thing always made him
terribly uncomfortable. It was easy to ignore if it happened in the
presence of others, but it was just the two of them now. His fight
or flight reaction didn't quite know what to do about that, so he
found himself frozen in place as Charlie Weasley looked up at him
from beneath his floppy russet fringe and raked his hair back. Of
all the Weasleys in the world, why did it have to be this one that he
was forced to see every day? Life, truly, was not even remotely
fair.

Charlie looked up at Snape like he'd never laid eyes on
him before. Who was this man, and just how much did he have in
common with the Professor who terrorized stray Gryffindors for sport?
Had that person ever existed in the first place? Life wasn't fair.
Maybe, Charlie thought, just maybe, he'd been unfair, too. Had he
ever given Snape the benefit of the doubt, even once? Or was he
still stuck on that Quidditch game he missed because he was in the
dungeon polishing cauldrons? Of all the things Snape had done, why
was that one the first that always came to mind? The man had blown
George's ear off, for crying out loud. He'd killed Dumbledore
(whatever his reasons). Shouldn't those things take precedence over
a missed game? The fact that they didn't really knocked some sense
into Charlie. He could forgive the man for playing his part as
Voldemort's right hand man a little too well. The thing he'd never
gotten around to casting away was a personal, childish vendetta, so
why was he still clinging to it? What had he forgotten about that
day that was so important he just couldn't let it go?

Charlie looked up again to try his hand at subtly
gleaning what hints he could from the older man, but Snape had
already vanished while he was lost in thought. Bastard.

'Vanished? Or escaped?'
Charlie wondered. Both words fit the circumstances, but Charlie had
the distinct feeling that 'escaped' was a better word for the way
Snape had of dodging him like a man with a guilty conscience. 'But
it's only me. What's there to feel guilty about?'
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