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Beautiful Stranger	By : TheLadyFeylene Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 5460 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Disclaimer: Remus and Charlie aren't mine. I try and I try to keep them, but they always find a way to escape...I'm making no money off of this.

Dedication: To Kitten because you are so special to me.

Author's Note: Oh, but I love the tension! That's one of the best parts...the flirting, the innuendo, the building tension...such fun! Oh, and I actually own the boxers described in this story. I was at a lingerie party, I saw them, I thought 'Charlie!' for some reason, and then had to buy them. And I actually have the man wardrobe figured out...Oh, and Kay, not that you are ever going to read this, but I borrowed a certain expression you used to use all the time...I know it refers to lumberjacks, but it works here! :-D

This chapter is tiny!

Beautiful Stranger
Chapter 3

//Heaven forbid//
//I'll take my chance on a beautiful stranger.//

Charlie wasn't used to waking up with someone in his bed next to him. He rolled over, sleepily, and opened one eye. What had he done last night? Understanding hit him, and he mumbled to himself before silencing the alert spell he used to wake himself every morning. It was shrill and piercing, and certainly something he couldn't sleep through. He stretched, arching his back and writhing on the bed, the covers scrunching about his waist and tangling around his legs. Groaning, he kicked back the covers and swung his legs over the side of the bed.

//What a night!// Charlie twisted, feeling muscles in his back popping as he did so. He felt much more relaxed then he generally did, and he chalked it up to the massage he had gotten from Remus. //Guy's good with his hands.// Charlie reflected, rising. He glanced over his shoulder to make sure that his new roommate was waking up.

"Don't tell me you can sleep through that..." Charlie said, and grinned when he saw that Remus was in fact moving sluggishly under the blankets. Of course, the blankets had been pulled and thrown about by Charlie's enthusiastic morning stretching. Turning back to his closet, the dragon master threw it open and began rummaging through his clothing. He had actually accumulated a large amount of clothing in his life. A good portion of it was leather-ideal for working with dragons-but he had discovered a fondness for muggle clothing. He never wore it at the office, though. He pulled out a dark blue wool sweater and a pair of brown suede pants. Bending over, he opened a drawer in a storage unit at the bottom of the closet and pulled out a pair of clean boxers. His only pair of clean boxers.

//Oh yeah, these will go over great...// A pair of brushed back satin tiger print boxers, purchased a few years ago with a Christmas bonus. They weren't the wildest piece of clothing he had, but taking them out now-in company-he felt a bit embarrassed.

//Like I should worry about that anymore?// He asked himself, tossing his clothes haphazardly onto the bed. He'd have to do laundry. //Could I have been any less slick yesterday? I don't even know what his sexual preference is...// That was something Charlie just never thought about. He worked with dragons. That meant spending months at a time in a small, uncivilized space with maybe one other person. At that point, sexual orientation was pretty much thrown out the window. You took what you could get, when you could get it. Charlie had been with as many guys as women, and didn't see that much difference. Men were as good in bed as women, and just as attractive. And as the saying went, it was better then a greased up knothole...

//Well, he didn't seem to take offence to my flirting with him.// Charlie decided, smiling as Remus shuffled by him to the closet, eyes bleary with sleep. Charlie yawned, and unselfconsciously slipped off the pair of boxers he was wearing, tossing them side and pulling on his clean pair. Reaching for his pants, he realized he had dropped them. //Damn it! Get yourself together man! Have some tea, you'll be fine.// He turned to look for his pants, and met the startled eyes of Remus Lupin, who flushed and turned away quickly.

//What was that all about...except of course the fact I just stripped in front of him.// Yes, having someone live with him was certainly going to take some getting used to. //Changing in the bathroom, for starters.//

"Uh...sorry 'bout that." Charlie said. "Not used to having someone else here..."

//Of course, he didn't blush until I turned around...was he checking me out?// Charlie pulled on his pants, working things out in his mind. //He did offer to give me a massage last night. And he gave me one...and it wasn't a regular massage. Maybe he does like guys. He's certainly pretty good looking. But I think I made him a little bit uncomfortable...maybe I ought to lay off on the flirting.//

"Oh, that's all right. Please, don't make an special arrangements just for my sake." Remus' eyes were almost always averted when he spoke. Charlie frowned, dragging his shirt down over his head. //There's something about him...he's not really charismatic, he's too quiet for that. Enigmatic, maybe? Damnit, what's the word I'm looking for?//

"I'll at least try to be polite." Charlie assured him. Remus had changed his robes as well, this new pair as shabby as the first. "Uh...do you want to borrow some clothes?" At the other man's flush, Charlie mentally cursed himself. He had never been known for tact or discretion. "I'm not saying there's anything wrong with yours, they just look....well....well worn. And nobody around here wears robes, anyway...Oh, and I'm doing laundry today, so you can have both your robes washed." At least that was a semi-valid excuse for his sudden offer of clothing.

"If you don't mind."

"Not at all. Take what you want, my closet is your closet." //Well, I didn't screw up too badly, it seems. Of course, I bet I could tell him to spend the entire day standing on one foot and humming the Hogwarts School song, and he'd just say 'of course' or 'I'd be happy to'. Man needs more of a spine...but he's not *submissive*. Hopefully tonight I can loosen him up. And if things go *really* well, I can get him violent. I need to make sure I can handle him...//

"I'll see if I can scrounge up some sort of desk for you. Maybe over there, right next to the door. Oh, and If I can get a divider...you know, this place would look pretty good. Official." The dragon master closed his eyes, visualizing it. //You know, that *would* look really good. Maybe it'd impress some of the big-wigs who think it's fun to give to charity. And if I don't want to see someone, I have somebody screening my visitors...//

"Is this all right?"

Charlie turned, and nodded appreciatively. //Nice. He'd look pretty good in leather, though.// Not surprisingly, Remus had taken the plainest of the clothing. A simple gray tunic and a pair of stonewashed denim jeans. They were a bit loose on him, but a belt would take care of the pants, and the shirt looked fine. "Great. Dump your robes in the hamper, and I'll take it down after work. I think there's a spare desk in our storeroom...I'll go grab it." Tossing his boxers into the hamper, he bounded out the door, and jogged down to the storage room. Another rented room, used to store any spare equipment they had.

//I know there's a little desk in here somewhere...// Charlie held out his wand, lighting the small, stuffed room. Three chairs, file cabi...a...aha! A small wooden desk, scratched rather badly but serviceable. Now, for a divider. A few large planks of wood should do the trick. He tossed a chair and the wood on top of the desk , and levitated the whole lot back to his office. //This will work. We can put a cloth over the top of the desk, or just fix it with magic. I have to get used to that, too.// Dragon's were highly magic sensitive, so it was recommended not to use too much out in the field. It alerted them to the presence of human observers.

"Here we go!" Charlie set the desk down, right inside the door. "A desk and chair. And I figure we can rig up these-" he indicated the wood "-for some sort of divider. Maybe we can even hide the stove and sink. Those really take away from the whole office look. A little bit of wand waving, and we're all set."

"What exactly is it you'd like me to do?" Remus asked, and Charlie shrugged.

"Take messages, tell me when people show up, if anyone brings a form in, take it. If it's someone asking for money, put it in a drawer. If you remember it, tell me about it. If it's someone wanting to *give* us money, bring it right to me. If it's anything else, use your own discretion. Check my appointment book every morning, and remind me if there's anything I have to do. I'll probably send you out for lunch, too, if I feel like eating out. If not, then you can make lunch with whatever we've got lying around."

"I'll do my best."

"You'll do great...and it's time to open for business. Not that that really means anything...hardly anything ever happens around here."

Charlie should have knocked on wood. It proved to be the busiest day of the Society's existence. It started with the dragon.

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Tiny chapter, there was going to be more, but I really thought that was the perfect line to end it on. Next chapter is Charlie's POV as well.
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