No. He couldn't have been... could he? He was her brother for Merlin's sake! He couldn't possibly think of her like that.
Jamie shook her scattered thoughts to the back of her mind. She couldn't deal with any more weirdness right now.
She composed her face, and went to her brother's room, where he had retreated. She knocked on the door.
"Charlie?" She asked like a question. He didn't answer. Jamie frowned, knocking harder on the door.
"Charlie, open up! What's gotten into you?"
"You know exactly what has gotten into him." A small voice said in the back of her brain. She pushed the thought away, pounding both her fists on the door.
"Charlie, if you don't open this door, I'll blast it open!" She said firmly. She heard him grumble something, and shift around the room, pulling open the door a second later.
"What?" He nearly snarled at her.
Jamie raised her eyebrows, and shot him an angry look.
"What do you mean what? You just got up and stormed off, like an idiot, in the middle of our conversation." Jamie said, ignoring the look he had gave her.
Charlie glared at her a moment, then shrugged.
Jamie could feel her anger building.
"Fine. If this is how you are going to be, I'm leaving. It was more fun sitting around that horrible house with Sirius!" Jamie said, storming back into the living room, and grabbing her still packed bag and a broom. She was in the entrance when she felt a firm hand grab her.
She turned around to make a retort at him, but was cut off by his lips joining hers. Jamie tensed up in shock. Was she really kissing her brother?
Then she realized something even more shocking... she was enjoying it. She dropped her bags, and the broomstick, and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. Charlie was the first to pull back, just as Jamie's lungs were beginning to burn. Her breath came in gasps, as did his. He looked her in the eyes, tenderly putting a hand up to cup her face. Then without a word, brought their lips to meet again. Jamie tangled her hands in his hair; Charlie' s arms pulled her tighter into him. When they had both run out of breath again, Jamie wiggled herself out of his arms, and sat on the couch to steady her pounding heart. The silence between them seemed unending. Charlie turned to face her, but made no attempt to come and sit on the couch.
"This is wrong." Jamie croaked finally, looking up at him.
"Then why does it feel so right?" He whispered; Jamie could see the same look in his eyes as before. Love. Lust. She didn't know.
Jamie shook her head, running a hand through her hair.
"Well, it's not like were related." Charlie said.
"But you're my brother." Jamie said, emphasizing the last word.
"Well adopted brother technically..."
Jamie shot him an angry look; he held his hands out to stop her from retorting.
"But, we're 6 years apart. We never really grew up as brother and sister. I was already at school by the time you could carry on any sort of conversation, and left before you started."
He did have a point. They were merely brother and sister by name... they had never spent enough time together to have a strong bond... until now.
Jamie looked deep into his eyes; she could see fear of rejection, but also a fire that burned deep within them. Her stomach did a somersault looking at him. She got up, and walked over to him, tracing the shape of his face lightly with her finger. Then, she kissed him.
