Drarry One Shots

When Life Gives You Lemons (pt. 2)

A/N From Harry's POV.

Warning: there is a scene which has homophobic language.

Luna is one of my best friends and I trust her emphatically. Like no other and in an entirely different way to how I trust either Ron or Mione. I trust her unquestionably because she is always right.

I came to respect her opinions during our fifth year when she told me what Voldemort was doing and his reasoning for isolating me. And there was, of course, that moment when all hell was breaking loose just before the Battle of Hogwarts reached its climax and she stopped me in my tracks, when she actually shouted at me. Luna never shouts. So, when she shouted, 'Harry Potter! You listen to me right now!' I stopped and listened and of course she was right about Rowena Ravenclaw's diadem.

Luna is always right.

And I came to realise over the years that her talk about Wrackspurts and what have you was just her way of explaining that she was reading my aura and I was unsettled or was emotionally disturbed because that was invariably the case. Although, after Draco's explanation, I can believe that perhaps the Wrackspurts really do exist but only the Fae can see them. It wouldn't surprise me. Either way, she still makes sense to me.

She did it again in the summer after the war. It was right after Charlie Weasley and I slept together. She came to The Burrow the next day and when she saw me, she hugged me and said, 'Harry Potter! You need to get away from all those demands by the Ministry. But more than anything, you need to come away from The Burrow. It's not the healthiest place for you to be right now. You will come and stay with me and daddy.'

She was right again.

What happened between me and Charlie was wrong on too many levels but I was too curious and too interested and he flattered me too much. He also offered me an escape after days spent at the Ministry and doing Press interviews and making public appearances. The two of us would settle down in an evening with his bottle of tequila, enjoying the companionship because Ron and Mione were too busy with each other, and Bill and Fleur were in the early stages of pregnancy, and Percy had brought Audrey with him, and I was avoiding Ginny because it was awkward, and George... At first, it was just drinking together, normally in the garden at The Burrow but we both wanted to escape to further away. We talked about that into the night after the others had gone to bed. We took to hiding in a fallow field down the lane under a Disillusionment Charm, like we were rebellious schoolboys with our bottle of alcohol and lemon wedges and the salt cellar stolen from the kitchen. At least we were sensible enough to stay within the Wards that reached out from The Burrow but it still felt like we were escaping. We'd whinge about life and we felt an affinity because we both felt out of place at The Burrow. Molly had demanded his presence and I had nowhere else to go because Grimmauld Place was so very full of ghosts and I clearly wasn't going to go back to Privet Drive.

I'm not as naïve or as oblivious as some would make me out to be as friendship turned to mild flirting. And the night it happened, I wasn't drunk despite Mione's allusion to the tequila; we'd only had one shot that particular night. I'd already decided I would and it was clear he was interested but hesitant, maybe because of the age gap or maybe because of Ginny or maybe just because of who I am and the complexities. Whatever the reason, I didn't really care. I was the one who made the first move. I needed it. So yes, I seduced Charlie, no matter what Mione would suppose, and even though it was my first time with another man. I wanted that physical comfort. As we sat in the field on a rug, hidden by a Disillusionment Charm, I'm afraid my modus operandi was rather corny: I made him lick the salt from the back of my hand and when he went to reach for his lemon wedge, I held it in my teeth and, with my heart thumping loudly with nerves, gave him a cheeky wink. Cheesy, I know, but it worked. He sucked on it there, then gently eased it from my mouth before kissing me. I knew then that this wasn't just curiosity. If Ginny was all soft edges and rose-petal perfume and gentle beauty, then Charlie was hard muscles, heady muskiness, and rough, strong hands. I wanted Charlie far more than I'd ever wanted Ginny. And I needed him. I needed everything from him. I willingly bottomed for him but I also insisted we switched. He didn't complain, he just taught me the spells and guided me with surprising submission. And to turn Charlie, a burly, muscular, dragon trainer, into compliant quivering mess beneath my slight Seeker's body just turned me on even more.