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A/N:� Thanks for
all the reads, rates and reviews.�� I
love them and they really keep me going!
Anon and EvaJames86: Thanks so much
for your kind words and taking the time to drop me a note!� You made my day :)
Staar:� Glad you liked it and were happy for poor,
left out Draco for finally getting laid!�
(Aw, he couldn�t be the ONLY one in the story not getting any! ;)� The Preserve inhabitants certainly have a
unique brand of hospitality, don�t they?
Kimmimaru:� So awesome to hear from you, as always!� I�m grateful that you enjoyed the story to
the point� despite the long waits-- that you will be sad to see it end too,
along with me.
And I totally understand about Ginny in canon
and/vs. fanfic.�
I don�t hate her, but don�t LOVE her being with Harry either�. (I think
he�s hotter with boys ;)� In canon, I
guess I never really saw what the two would bond over other than Quidditch and
being attractive young people.� They
never really hung out much or had meaningful conversations in The Series.� It seemed like they were only ever just near
each other in the same place every now and again.� Maybe if they had been more mature,
self-aware, giving, open and able to heal each other (before and after the
Final Battle) their relationship could have progressed like JKR�s optimistic outcome
�nineteen years later�.
I swear, I REALLY didn�t set out to have her get so
bitchy� and even said so in the beginning and during.� It was supposed to be resolved without too
much drama but as I wrote, she just got worse and worse.� She was only supposed to have had unrealistic
expectations and then realize the situation was wrong on several levels.� They BOTH were supposed to come to the fact
they each had a hand in it not working.�
Seriously, I don�t know what happened to the original plan!
Being more like this version of Harry, I�ve always
dealt with things as they come, stoically adapting the best I could so it has
blown my mind (and irritated me to no end) when faced with this sort of irrational,
self-defeating, childish meltdown of blaming others.� Yeah�. You can
attribute this directly to people in my RL for that influence on this version
of Ginny being so self-righteous and remaining bitter for so long after not
getting her way�.
(Oh, and have I ever told you how much I LOVE how
your reviews make me THINK? :)
Anyway, thanks again everyone!�
(*sniff* *sob*�. This is the end�.)

~O~
WONKY CROSS� EPILOGUE� (hindsight is 20-20)
�Hermione,�
Ron breathed heavily into her ear.� The ethanol
fumes that clouded in their shared space would have been enough to intoxicate
her if she hadn�t already been tipsy. ��I
think you were right.�
�You�re
just now noticing this?� she answered with a cheeky grin and giggled (in an
uncharacteristically girly fashion) when he kissed her cheek.� Then, she voiced her piqued, ego-centric curiosity
aloud, �What is it this time?�
Ron
shuffled on his feet in agitation.� �Shut
up-- No, I really mean it.� This is
important.� OK? ��Y�know when I made
that prediction about the �Wonky Cross�?�
How you said �the suffering� would LEAD Harry to the �happiness�?�
�Mmmhmm,� she murmured her assent absently, apparently still
not putting much stock in Divination but enjoying the validation none-the-less.� The placating kisses of his drink-sticky lips
anointing her brow and neck were sweet despite the absurdity of her man�s continued
belief in tea-leaf readings� especially when he�d made up loads of hokum and passed it off as homework in third
year!
Ron
launched into his thought processes (as clearly as he could articulate them
under the influence of Elvin Absinthe):
�He
o�viously appreciates and issoooooo
grateful for his peace now that he�s found love with Charlie-- such a diff�rence to how horr�ble things
were b�fore.��
The redhead paused, nodding silently to himself and then loudly
declared, �So far that�s been true, juss like you
said!�� He felt her shoulders shrug under
his biceps so he went on, �It�s come to pass if you look at it tha� way�. But�.�
�But what, Ron?�� She wasn�t sure what brought this all
on.� Why was he was getting all philosophical
all of a sudden?� His feet were shifting nervously
on the frosted grass where they stood.� Why
was he so anxious when they were in the midst of a festive holiday celebration?
She didn�t have to wonder long.
�Trelawny alwaysssaid he�d die a
horrific death.� Bu� then later
proclaimed he would have a- live a long life.��
Hermione was still only lending half an ear to this bumbling testimony while
she watched the vibrant show overhead.
She had to admit, it was beyond impressive for her contemporaries--
that had dropped out of school, no less� to achieve such a masterful performance.� Then she conceded that if they could accomplish
such feats while being unaccredited when they�d made their unforgettable exit
over Umbridge�s head, the Weasley
twins had truly not needed pure academia to succeed.� It was a bitter potion to swallow to admit
that they hadn�t needed test scores to prove that.
Yet she was proud of her soon-to-be brothers in law.
(Well, one posthumously, that is.)�
She also willed her ever-rambling mind to banish the brief yet strong memories--
which she hadn�t thought of in a long, long time�that concerned her confusing,
erotic dreams about Fred and Lee that she�d had in the Summer after her fourth
year.� She saw some of herself in the
dark skinned boy� the calm, logical, more rational anchor to two impetuous
juvenile males.� (It was the same feeling
of camaraderie she got when she�d been in Remus� company and hearing stories of
The Marauders).
And Fred�. He was overt, relentless and brilliant the way he pursued
this path.� Always a stark opposite to
her quiet cleverness, and therefore, intriguing.� A brief snippet of guilty, confusing pleasure
put aside so long ago washed over her�.
The
WWW display in the night sky sporadically bathed them in a multi-colored glow.� It had been peaceful among the small
gathering on the South lawn up until now, everyone �oo-ing
and aw-ing� over the entertaining spectacle.� The young woman had all but moved past Ron�s
sudden interest in fortune-telling until her man spluttered and squeezed her
overly-tight, �And he did!� He is!� It�s happening!�
Hermione
raised an eyebrow, once again wondering (for the umpteenth time) how blind
faith in phenomena without proof could be so prevalent in a community that was
so advanced in so many other ways.
The frizzy-haired witch would never completely understand the Wizarding
World�s investment and belief in things that defied pure science and physics,
even things that really shouldn�t.� It
was endearing really, but there was a logical explanation for everything, especially
when there was solid magical theory to support it (unlike the wooly discipline of
Divination�.).
She
was brought out of her reverie when Ron continued on.� �But Sybil also said, after th� paper�s interview, he would die but then come back and he would be the Minister of Magic
an� have a dozen children!� Ron almost whined (though it was more of a sigh
steeped in slurred worry), �I don�t see that last part s�much
happ�ning with him being together with Charlie�.�
Her
fianc�s whimper sounded� and looked, when she chanced a glance at his
perplexed countenance-- a little crestfallen.
�Oh,
Ronald�.�� She affectionately rubbed the
sturdy arm draped across her shoulders.� �Not
every dream, vision or prophecy has to be real or word-for-word literal!� I�m sure if there was any sway to that stuff
about Harry, you could take it to mean he will have as much influence over our World as the Minister.� And he already does!�� Then she muttered to herself, �if only he
would speak up for worthy causes, like equal rights�.�
(Here she frowned slightly, undoubtedly thinking of all the good for
interspecies or improving blood-status relations their famed friend could do if
only he�d step into the public eye and draw upon on the reputation of his name.� But she knew her best friend hated that
attention of �being resurrected� as a tot; he would be miserable, something she
wanted avoided at all costs.)
With
a resigned huff of breath, she added, �Unless he really wants to do that one
day, which I highly doubt. That specific
political ambition and holding the highest public office will not come to
pass.�� She shook her head slightly to
clear it.� �All this is open to loose
interpretation at best, like the vague terms of horoscopes and fortune cookies
that can apply to anyone.�
Then
the Gryffinclaw spoke with a certain authority, ��Looking at the picture from all directions� including
THROUGH!!��
(Ok, maybe her voice was ringing out louder and more shrill than usual,
but that was only because of the booming explosions of the pyrotechnics Lee and
George were setting off� NOT the wine!)� (No�.
couldn�t be the alcohol�. Her fine mind was still firing on all pistons,
thank-you-very-much!) (If she could still muster up an apropos quote from the
famous American lyricist and poet Robert Hunter at this point, well�. her superior
cognition remained intact�. enough�. for now....) (Ah, metacognition�. Thinking
about thinking was cool�.)
�But
of the other?� she had to quickly chase after her wandering path to follow her train
of thought and sound coherent.� She also
needed to quell her fianc�s worries-- as well as her own-- that he�d just brought
to the fore.� �What about the children
that will be born into our family that he will undoubtedly dote over?� They will be his too.� He�s already got Teddy�. And
with Bill and Fleur�s?� Percy�s?�
She
successfully tugged his attention with a suggestive sway of her buttocks against
his hips and the pointed statement of, �Someday�. Ours?�
Ron
hugged her closer, nuzzling the back of her head with his rugged jaw.� �I like the sound of that.� I was juss trying
to make smm sense out of it all�.�
Hermione
wondered if he was so fussed and believed in prophecies and predictions solely
when they applied to their famous best friend simply because there HAD been a
few accurate ones in the past (and NOT from the phony ones fabricated at the
last minute by two thirteen-year-old boys on a Sunday night over assignments
due in class the next day).� But she let
the old recrimination of poor study habits go and replied bluntly, �You
can�t.� We never will.�
She
felt the arms around her droop so she had to throw in a Weasley-esque
joke in there with a clenched heart, full to bursting with horridly sappy
emotion; she managed to say softly, �And since when has Harry�s life ever made
sense?� When has he
ever done anything the usual, straight-forward way?�
She
relaxed when she got the intended laugh and added teasingly with good-humour, �The future is unreadable-- at least in any sort
exactness of precision.�� At Ron�s
quizzical, afraid look that she gathered from out of the corner of her eye, she
offered in utter tenderness, �But the spin you put on the concepts is up for
grabs.� He will �have�
dozens upon dozens of children in his long life when he takes the DADA job.�
Ron
absorbed this and then nodded with a huge grin of dawning realization.� �Tha�s true.� He will!�
You�re brilliant!�� With his chin butting up against his partner�s
super-brain he murmured, �Thank you�.�
They
paused with lips parted in surprised gasps at the unexpected combustion of a golden
ball of pyrotechnic magic that swirled close by.
It
crossed the area and elevated to incinerate itself into cinders near the
Astronomy Tower.� It lit up the small silhouetted
figures entwined there; copper and raven hair framing pale faces were nestled
intimately together watching the shimmering shower, suddenly illuminated by the
glittering sparkles.
�He�s
always done everything the wonky way, hasn�t he?�� Ron questioned softly as the surrounding area
around the couple grew quiescent again for the moment.� �Nothing�s ever been normal or ordinary f�rr him�. And he�s overcome s�much
crap!�
�Yes,�
the bushy-haired witch responded in agreement as her curly crown was haloed by
a frenzy of green and red firework-flare directly above them.�� Harry has always been different� too
burdened to the extreme, of course, but utterly unique.� He�s crossed so many bridges of incredible
trials and suffering so far.� I�m
entirely pleased he�s found Charlie and your brother�s big heart.�
She
snuggled further into her lover�s arms-- trying to convey through proximity and
pointed caress-- that their past,
present and future was somewhat parallel and just as special as their best
friend�s.
�And
I can clearly see the allure of the Weasley men!�� She batted her eyes coquettishly until he
gently attacked her; he nibbled and licked with feeling until she reluctantly
reminded them both that they had the company of a few younger students
remaining for the Winter break� not to mention the school staff, who were
starting to give them a warning �stink-eye� and about ready to tell them off
for inappropriate behaviour.
The
couple sighed in unfulfilled discontent but toned it down.
The
understanding between them was instantaneous and the two cuddled up closer, a
feeling of �home� washing over them.� The
trio needed everyone to be one-hundred percent fulfilled in order to find
peace� and it was coming true as things were settling after The War.�
Everything was perfectly falling into place!
�So
much in love�. Jussas much as we are,� Ron murmured,
smiling in satisfaction as he gazed up at the tower at his best mate and
brother.� He whispered among Hermione�s unruly
locks as the grand finale burst forth in a dazzling, blinding explosion, decorated
in white designs of all the animals of the Zodiac, dancing with magical light.
�Nowwit�s time for
Harry to finally, FINALLY, be happy!��

~O~
Harry
had stood with his numb booted-toes butted up against the battlements, securely
embraced in his lover�s arms.� He had to
thank Charlie for getting him over is block over going up the Astronomy Tower
when they were fresh in their infatuation.�
It truly was majestic up here.
Looking
down on the grounds� crackling in both light and dark-- he had to internally
laugh in good nature (or he might dissolve into mad, maniacal cackling or ridiculous,
soppy sobs).� He had been so blinkered
and fettered for the first eighteen years of his feet walking this Earth that
it seemed like a sad, cruel joke played on him.
How had he been so utterly CLUELESS as to what
was so obvious now?!
He
supposed that had much to do with how his whole mortal experience had been dictated
by one person or another.� Until he�d met
Charlie, that is.� Up until rather
recently, it had always been someone else telling what to do, molding him into
the version of the thing they wanted him to be� or downright manipulating him
into doing anything and everything for the greater good of others or for their
own personal gain�.
(Or simply getting him to be quiet and out of the way, shoving him into
a cupboard for being �freakishly different�, only trotting him out to perform
the services of an abused House Elf.)� (And,
looking back, Ginny did her share of insidious psychological maneuvering too,
insisting that he agree with her opinion no matter what or else risk another
nasty, humiliating row.)
He�d
subsisted in such strange situations, all blurry and shadowed from true
enlightenment for so long.� As a young
boy, he�d been led into believing such an oppressive obsequious, myopic view of
the Universe, culminating into never believing he would live beyond a final
confrontation.
Of
course, there was also the �saving people thing� Hermione had first defined to
be in his inherent character� the same one that had morphed into a �helping to
make sure people were happy thing.��
Like
in the confusing aftermath of The War, when he�d miraculously survived a prophecy-fueled
vendetta of the Darkest wizard in recent times, there was the muddy Hell of the
five long dismal months of his coerced marriage to an immature female (who was
probably just as gay as he was).
But
again, how likely was it that a man who had reached adulthood had been entirely
blind-sided by learning his sexual preferences when later all the factors
started unraveling, fell apart and rearranged themselves before his very eyes?!
(�Better late than never�, whispered the scathing voice of his
conscious that sounded SO much like Snape� the one that told always told him acidly
he was being maudlin and silly, still ridiculing him for lamenting that �Life
was not fair.�)
Harry
sighed and burrowed further into the broad muscled chest that was like a human
shield at his back to protect him from any more harm.�
He
couldn�t be too cross with himself about it now.� No sense in crying over spilt pumpkin juice.� He had to give himself a break.� The reluctant hero had to allow for the fact
that his judgment had already been severely clouded, obfuscated by others�
agendas and hindered by an oblique prophecy proscribing his role in the
Wizarding World.
Sure,
the trials he faced that marked his childhood development had influenced
him.� The Dursley�s
abhorrence of anything they deemed �abnormal� had left an indelible mark and then
external pressures had continued to shape him all during his adolescence,
making his focus narrow into an incomprehensible, exponentially monumental
desolate daily grind of bare survival�.
But
internally� physically-- he had been so DIM!
There
had been no moments of clarity or enlightenment in his early teen years until
the proof about his sexuality had been thrown in his face (literally!) that he
didn�t desire girls.
At all.
A
fact that enlightened him further was remembering the first hetero encounters
he tried:
He
was indifferent with Cho�s snotty, blubbering kiss under Dobby�s conjured Mistletoe.
�The most he recalled about that incident
was, �Meh.�� At the close of sixth year,
he STILL wasn�t all that into Ginny�s aggressive advances.� And with his new wife after The War was
over?� He didn�t understand how his poor
eye-sight wasn�t jolted into complete perfect perception on his honeymoon!� He had never enjoyed that male/female
intercourse either.�
And
now that he knew better--- sex should NEVER just be �meh�.
(He realized that the closer he got to twenty years old, the closer to
20-20 vision he attained about himself and Life, regardless of the outdated prescription
of his signature spectacles).�
If
he had grown up normal, he would have been as obsessed with girls and female
body-parts as a teen.� But he hadn�t
been.� Most of that disinterest he
attributed to the stress he�d been under-- he just didn�t have that much of a
libido�.
Yet, if he hadn�t had that shit weighing him
down?� Would he have realized he was attracted to
males and their naughty bits a helluva lot sooner?
Well,
it was a rather moot point; there was now one exceptional individual in
particular, and he had no need to browse or explore.
The
brunet celebrity marveled that he had been head over heels in love for longer
than he�d even known!� How he had missed
the budding fascination and romance still baffled his mind.� The Boy-Who-Lived and Man-Who-Lived-Once-More
knew now� beyond a shadow of a doubt-- that he�d never find anyone remotely
able to capture his enraptured fancy a fraction as much as Charlie Weasley did!�
(Hindsight was truly a remarkable thing, he marveled, in that it allowed one to
kick themselves in the ass time and time again over behaving completely daft
and idiotic when navigating the present; he now found fond amusement about the fact
that he�d finally realized just how much he found the simple SIGHT of his boyfriend�s HIND-end so alluring!)�
Harry
turned and kissed his Love as reverently and heartfelt as he could muster.
He
tried to convey every drop of adoring emotion he held in his body and brain to
the one special person that made his being complete.� He also wanted to cement the superstitious
ideal of who you were with and snogging at midnight on New Year�s would secure
his place by this man�s side for the upcoming year.
Had
it really been only twelve months?
It
was on this profound anniversary that he was finding it hard to believe it had
been that long since he had found his authentic being, found his pure, soul�s desire
and all-consuming infatuation for another�.�
Was it really only a year that he had realized his fulfilled and
thoroughly content self?
How
had he settled for having a wife-- a legal, �typical� marriage with Ginny--
that had them barely seeing or speaking to each other (when for all intents and
purposes were supposed to be an indomitable team, joined in every way)?� He knew the situation wasn�t entirely right
at the time, but the sharp contrast to now knowing how wonderful Life could be
with a genuine partner was astounding.
Harry
thought that even if he�d turned out straight and never married-- if he had to
live the celibate life of a monk but was able to spend all his time with
Charlie-- it would still be better than being physically involved in the union
he�d been coerced into.� He would have
just enjoyed his best mate�s platonic company that much that it would have been
enough.
(Though having the joy of the sexy-gay stuff as well sure didn�t hurt!)
(Much.� usually.) (And even then it was in the
�happy-fun-way�).
He
was almost afraid to wonder about how long he would have muddled through that
murky mess of matrimony; how long would he have gone along with that pitiful,
loveless farce in order to keep from disappointing his adoptive family?
What
would have happened last Christmas Eve after that damning blow-up if Ron and
Hermione hadn�t been there in Arthur�s shed to overhear and confront him?� To get the entire truth out
in the open?� Would he have meekly
returned to the Family homestead, thoroughly cowed, yet had to have watched his
wife interact with her lover and continued the charade in lonely misery?
Would
he still be struggling, floundering and drowning in the barest of survival if
his best friends hadn�t overheard his plight, intervened and then backed him up
unconditionally?
How
long could he have stood to be callously used by Ginny for his name and
money?� How much would his
self-sacrificing nature have allowed him to endure?� How could he have explained away them
remaining childless once they�d started trying for the family Ginny had
proclaimed she wanted to have in the future?
Could
he really have denied his desire for Charlie (if and when he figured out that�s
where his attention was directed)?� What
would it have done to the family if he discovered that yearning want on his
own, years later, down the line?
(Or, worse yet, he realized in a shock of horror:� What if the handsome and charismatic
dragon-handler had eventually� before he�d gotten his shit together-- moved on
and found someone else he wanted to monogamously stay with?!)
Thankfully,
by the virtue and graces of whichever Gods, Fate, Karma (or whatever cosmic energy
that decided to weave the Tapestries of Life) all that numb bleakness had been
irrefutably replaced twelve Moons ago by a burning heat of passion.� For CHARLIE.
After
this self-indulgent, wallowing in the feelings of his past, Harry was grateful
to realize he actually felt positive and was eagerly looking ahead to a bright,
sunny future that he never thought he could have�.
And
what if he hadn�t suffered things to be so horrible?� Would he truly know
and appreciate how great Life could be?
(He
suddenly flashed on Dudley, and how he would fare in the future when the obese
cousin started out with everything he could possibly want or demand-- and then
be thoroughly disillusioned when adulthood didn�t just hand him things on a
silver platter.� It didn�t feel like it
at the time, but he was glad he started low and worked his way up.� It would be too much of a crushing shock the
other way around�.)
The
brunet snickered a little at the whole �putting things into perspective� when
faced with a significant marker of time.�
Hermione put so much stock in the observances of cycles and
anniversaries; she loved celebrating milestones (often that only SHE
remembered).� He used to dismiss it as a
strange quirk, but NOW�..
He
saw the value.� It was precious.
He
got it now.� The beginning of a new year
and the ending of the old; he figured that looking to the past, analyzing
history through measured units of a significant segment must be something that
came along with becoming an adult.
(Better late than never to become self-aware and introspective, he
supposed.) (And again, it was hissed at him within the confines of his psyche
in the rich baritone of Snape�s disdain for the overly-dramatic emotional whims
of young people.)
The
Man-Who-Endured-Too-Much-In-Less-Than-Two-Decades squeezed the strong arm that
held him in affection and gratitude.� The
difference between back then and right now was surreal!� It seemed a lifetime ago, yet a second ago.
Black.� White.� Dark. Light.� (And a million velvet multi-textured
colours of the spectrum in between!)
Harry
felt warm and tingly inside, despite the frigid air.� His face relaxed as he recalled the night
they�d had so far:
They�d
reenacted some very pleasurable things this
evening in commemoration of their first anniversary of getting together (though
they opted for true sex toys rather than a chocolate covered frozen banana-- mostly
due to having better objects at their disposal this go around).� But after their steamy private ritual, they
both actually made it a point to get dressed and surface.
While
still staunchly NOT attending the social gathering on the grounds and having to
deal with other people just yet, they decided to watch the fireworks.
�What
has got that sweet smile on the most beautiful face I�ve ever seen?� Charlie
asked, with all his charisma and suaveness in full-force.�
The
man was a master at letting his natural allure go in undulating waves when he
was both satiated but ready and up for more.�
It was impossible to withstand while they were graced with the privacy
of most of the student-body gone for the term-break (and definitely by the fact
they were alone on top of the Astronomy Deck).
The
dragon-enthusiast gently traced a meaty index finger around his beloved�s black
brow; the slight brushing touch of the rough pad slid across the brunet�s
flushed left cheekbone and down that Winter-air-reddened nose, all the while
swaying his hips in a slow, subtle hypnotic dance that dripped of the tides
that have swayed the Earth�s rhythms for millennia.
It
was hopeless.
Harry
was helpless under such a gentle yet insistent onslaught coloured
by the backdrop of the inky sky that was alternating in dazzlingly illuminated
magical shine; the vibrant hues of WWW sparks painted his imagination of days
to come with anticipation and all-consuming willingness to jump headlong into
the abyss with the promise of pleasure.
He
wildly thought how poignantly poetic and metaphorical the mental comparisons
he�d been making about how dark and burdensome his existence had been to how
enlightened and buoyed by the light he was now basking in.
�What
has made my Sweetness so happy?�� Charlie
tried again, nuzzling his nose into his lover�s hairline.
If
Charlie had truly expected an eloquent answer to his question�executed with the
perfect amount of sultriness in his rumbling tone-- he wouldn�t be doing that
tonguing, licking thing on the side of the younger wizard�s neck over his
jugular (complete with those squithery wet-sounds
that both squicked Harry out and at the same time turned
him on).
His
treatment reduced those black-haired knobbly knees to
knocking every time.� Charlie�s teeth
wouldn�t be tugging on his lobe or breathing all that hot air into his ear or on
the exposed skin and into the cuff of his coat�s collar, pressing his heat into
his body if he expected a coherent reply�.
He
would have held off on gripping his ebony ponytail with a commanding hand.
Charlie
certainly wouldn�t have slipped a
chilled hand under his shirt and coat to pinch his left nipple in rush of hot
and cold sensation�.
If
this midnight superstition was to be believed, and this sensual treatment was a
harbinger of the year to come, their lives together as partners-- side by side
forever, just like this-- would truly be wonderful and incandescent.� Harry had never felt so loved and
cherished.� His heart was bursting with
reciprocating emotion for the man that held him so fiercely yet tenderly.
(He even was able to spare one last clear thought to how he�d like to
renew this �ceremony� every year from here on out to ensure their commitment
and continued monogamy.)
Each
piece of the puzzle that had been his life was clicking into place perfectly.
No
one could ever predict the future completely, of course.� There would be bumps and dips� especially
with his eventual coming out-- but they would make it work.� Of course there would be.�� He was Harry Potter.� But they�d roll with it.� At least there was a solid, clear vision and
plan for it at the present.� It was
unfolding before his very eyes with ease:
They
would spend time with their family and friends in between teaching the subjects
they were talented in at the Castle during school terms, helping the next
generations thrive.� Then, they would
spend Summers at the Preserve pursuing their
multi-varied interests.
Together.
Both
of them could truly feel and sense it (in spite of AND despite the switching of Patronuses).� After the Bear and Stag had made themselves
known, it was a given.� Neither had ever
been so optimistic about what roads lay ahead before now-- but they knew it
needed to be traveled together from here on out, no matter what.
It
was the absolute truth.� Their love stood
the eternal test of Time (and Soul Magic) even if it was still early days
yet.� Nothing could deny that now�.
The
second eldest Weasley sibling let a little strangled
squeal loose from deep in his throat with euphoric acquiescence when his young
lover gripped him tightly and his shaggy head lolled back and forth under that
auburn goateed-chin and moaned, �It�s you and me, Char�. Always and forever�.�
he promised.
(The ex-Lothario couldn�t have agreed more.� Charles Arthur Weasley
needed to care for and keep this man happy no matter what, for the rest of his
days.)�
And
then his wonderful Harry turned in his arms, wrapping his arms around his chest
and his mouth questing for a kiss.� The
brunet moaned when their scruffy faces met, heated by a spicy passion; there
was so much desire and promise smoldering there!
Charlie�s
breath caught in his throat as the best, most beautiful heartfelt purred words
were uttered against his goateed mouth� both gravelly and silky at the same
time.� �Every trial brought me to you.�
There
was so much communicated in that that didn�t need to be said (in some long, drawn
out girly-style fashion).� It was
perfect.
The
auburn-crowned man inhaled the hot exhalation that whooshed into his lungs (and
Soul) like he was starving; with the most simple, yet most profound notion he�d
ever heard from a person he cared more than Life about, he agreed and
reciprocated completely.
Charlie
melted against that most sincere, honest tone he�d ever heard directed towards
him.� He wholly returned that romantic
sentiment with every fiber of his being:
�I loooooooove
youuuuuuu.�
~O~
A/N:� Hope
everyone who read this enjoyed the journey�. The
words in my head have kept me company for so long it is strange to be done with
this era. �This story really got me through
all sorts of shit-storms in RL.� �I can only hope my creative ruminations brought
some entertainment to others along the way as well�.
I�d like to give a special note of gratitude to all the personal
experiences, tv shows,
movies and music that were with me in the background as I wrote that gave me
tidbits of inspiration to include, in homage to their influence in my
life.� (And dear Sauvignon Blanc� the
words wouldn�t have flowed so well without you!)
As
I�ve said it before-- and I seriously fucking mean it-- but it bears
repeating:� ALL reads, rates and reviews
are SO appreciated.� Your participation
in my process is the very life and breath and Soul of a fanfic
author.� THANK YOU!!!!
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