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Even the Wolf In You	By : KohakuShadow Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Bill/Charlie Views: 5304 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of it's characters, nor am I making any money off of this fic. Obviously.

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VI.

Charlie curled his arms around Bill's waist as his lanky brother carefully sealed an envelope. "You sure about this?" he asked.

"No," Bill answered, turning about to wrap Charlie up in a loose embrace. "But the war is over, and now that everything has settled down, there's not really any reason for me to stay. It has to be a letter. That bloody woman will talk me out of it, otherwise. You know she will."

Charlie snickered and gave him a soft kiss. "Mummy's boy," he teased.

"You're one to talk. When are you going to stop letting her cut your hair?"

"When it becomes a nuisance to grow it back out when she isn't looking," Charlie answered frankly. "Still, it seems kind of wrong to sneak off like this."

"We're nearly on the moon. I can use that as an excuse."

"Even though it doesn't affect you the way it used to," Charlie reminded him.

"It does. I've just gotten used to it."

Charlie quirked a brow. 'Gotten used to it', indeed. All that really meant was that they'd learned the best way to handle Bill's excess energy around the full moon was naked.

"Don't give me that look," Bill smiled. "You like it just as much as I do."

"I never said I didn't," Charlie laughed before another stolen kiss. "Even so, for a man who's tired of lies, you're sure doing your best to leave an elaborate string of them in your wake."

"I guess the moon isn't the only thing I've gotten used to," Bill conceded. "But it is what it is. Fred hasn't even been buried a year. It would be a bad idea to make a big production at the minute."

"And yet, you're already packed and ready to leave."

"You want me to stay," Bill observed.

Charlie poked him in the chest. "Don't put words in my mouth. You know how much I like to share, even if it's a grotty little cabin with a slightly charred front porch. I want you to do what's best for you, not what's best for everyone else."

"What if worrying about everyone else is what's best for me?" Bill retorted.

"Then why are you leaving?" Charlie prodded. They'd had this conversation dozens of times. It wasn't that Charlie didn't want Bill to come live with him. He just wasn't sure that picking up and moving away from their family was what was best for the man he loved. Bill had grown so attached to their family – weekend dinners at the Burrow, tossing about the quaffle with Ron and the twins (well, Ron and George, now. George had been one of 'the twins' for so long it was still hard to get his mind around the fact that he was no longer part of a matched set.). Bill was ready to sacrifice all of his family rituals for Charlie, and while the stocky wizard was flattered, he wouldn't let that flattery blind-side him.

"You know why," Bill sighed.

"Yeah, but you still haven't said it," Charlie answered.

"I tell you I love you all the time," Bill laughed.

"Not that," Charlie sighed. "And you're supposed to be the smart one. I'm talking about how you agonised about paint colors, dragged me from one end of Diagon Alley to the other to pick out the perfect couch and the least feminine duvet cover, and a kitchen table that fit several criteria that were in many cases diametrically opposed to one another, and how on Friday nights you kick your shoes off, melt into the couch and heave that huge, content sigh like nothing can possibly make you happier than that precise moment. I'm talking about how I haven't seen you so content since I visited you in Egypt, dumping about three pounds of sand out of your dragonhide boots and laughing. And now you want to throw that away to live in my cabin? Countries away from our family for something like ninety percent of the year? That's not you."

"It's true. I love that bloody house," Bill admitted. "But there's one thing seriously wrong with it. You're not there. Sure, you come by all the time, but when I wake up in the middle of the night, the side of the bed that smells like you is cold. I hate that."

Charlie melted against Bill's chest and into another kiss. "Cheater," he complained. "You always know just what to say."

Bill kissed him again. "I have to. You ask all the hard questions. But it's okay, Charlie. Shell Cottage may be my house, but it's just a house. What we have is bigger than that. Dragon-sized, even," he joked lamely.

"Did you know there's a breed of dragon originating in Norway that only grows to be four feet long? They're really cute." Charlie spit out the random dragon trivia and Bill laughed. Charlie really couldn't help himself. He knew Charlie loved him more than his precious dragons, but not by much. He always teased Charlie about that.

"Fine, dragon-sized, provided said dragon is not a Norwegian Midget Dragon," Bill replied.

Charlie laughed. "They're called Stonetails."

"Mmhmm," Bill answered that way he did when he was humouring Charlie but was far more interested in his brother's lips than the words coming out of them.

Charlie grinned and leaned up into him again for a soft kiss. "We should get back downstairs for dessert before they come looking."

Bill sighed a bit, but Charlie was right. Kissing and embracing in the Burrow was risky enough, even if everyone was down...

"Bit late for that, I think."

Bill and Charlie jumped apart to find their diminutive, yet very imposing mother in the doorway. Bill opened his mouth to speak, but only ended up doing a brilliant imitation of a goldfish. It was one of those rare times in his life that words failed him.

All Charlie managed was, "Mum!" Not much more impressive, that.

Molly put her hands on her hips and sighed. "And all this time, I thought the twins were the most like your Uncle Bilius."

Both boys blinked.

"Sit," she said, and they found themselves seated on the edge of the bed before their brains really registered the order.

She flicked her wand and the letter Bill had written and rewritten so many times went up in flames. "Now then," she said. "Let me make myself very clear."

Bill and Charlie gave each other that same look they used to give one another as children when they were about to be grounded before simultaneously looking back at their lovable, yet slightly terrifying mother. "Er..."

"You are both far too old to be so childish," she continued sternly. "We do not keep secrets in this family. You are going to march yourselves right downstairs for dessert and you will tell the rest of the family that you are obviously painfully infatuated with one another and that they will just have to learn to live with that. After you've helped me tidy the kitchen, you will go back to Shell Cottage and do whatever it is the two of you do there, and I expect to see you both back here first thing tomorrow morning to help me de-gnome the garden." They both knew this was a punishment – for which offence they weren't sure, so they were just going to have to hope dishes and de-gnoming covered the worst of them. "Charlie, you are going to move in with your brother, not the other way around, and get used to getting up fifteen minutes earlier in the morning and taking the floo into work."

"But Mum, there is no floo to the..."

"Then apparate, you silly boy, or bring your broom along and fly the rest of the way," she scolded before he could finish saying that the nearest floo was a twenty mile hike from the dragon keep. "You aren't a muggle. It won't kill you to travel a bit to get to work. Besides, your brother has such a nice house. You won't even let me see the shack you've been living in." She had decided it must be a hovel if Charlie wouldn't even let her visit. She wasn't wrong, but Charlie didn't want to say so. "I've already lost one son. I simply won't stand for losing any others." She actually took a moment to breathe. "There now, that's all settled. I feel much better. Hermione has been teaching me how to make muggle pies. Your father is very excited about the entire thing and we mustn't keep him waiting any longer or he may just combust from the anticipation, so stop dawdling and come downstairs."

'How does she always know?!' Charlie mouthed to his older brother.

'I told you,' Bill mouthed at the same time. Not only had they been talked out of it, but they'd been hijacked into a new (and quite frankly, better) plan.

As if she had seen their lips moving from that eye in the back of her head, Molly made an exasperated huff. "Honestly. I've known the both of you since you were in nappies, throwing food at each other across the kitchen table. A mother knows these things."

Bill looked at Charlie and shrugged.

Charlie took a deep breath. "Percy's going to shit a brick," he blanketed.

Bill laughed. "So, it'll be just like every other family dinner, then."

"But with muggle pies," Charlie offered as if it were a consolation.

"Muggle pies, blank stares, and awkward silence," Bill answered. "And tomorrow morning, de-gnoming. Brilliant."

"I'd say we got off easy, wouldn't you?" Charlie joked, lacing Bill's fingers with his own. "I mean, Mum's word is law, after all."

Bill laughed. That was so true. He didn't expect everyone to be okay with this all at once, of course, but drama had a relatively short shelf-life in their family. "Just part of being a Weasley," Bill confirmed.

Charlie's eyes wrinkled in amusement. "Yeah," he laughed. "No kidding. Weasleys have always done things in their own way."

"And it always works out," Bill said.

"And there's always pie when it does," Charlie added.

Bill laughed, but not because Charlie was obsessed with pie; he laughed because his brother was exactly right. There was always pie. That was part of being a Weasley, too.

~The End~
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