Tell Me What You Desire

Chapter 3 Visiting Charlie


Harry woke from the dream with a jerk. Damn it, he thought to himself, why do I always wake up before I cum? It was just getting good…. He sat on the edge of the bed in the flat he had rented after returning to Hogsmead this past week. I really need to get laid again he told himself, or I need to find an outlet for my damned imagination.

He stood up and walked into the bathroom to shower and get ready for the day. As the water pounded down on his head and shoulders he thought back to last time he had seen his “family” at Hogwarts.

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…Harry stood in front of the gargoyle that guarded Dumbledore’s office and tried to remember the password. “Abba Zabba” he finally muttered as the gargoyle moved aside to let him in to the Headmaster’s office.

“Harry my boy, what a pleasant surprise. Please, come in and have a seat. Would you care for a lemon drop or perhaps some tea?” Dumbledores’ eyes twinkled as he held out the tin of sweets to Harry.

“No thank you Professor.” Harry threw himself into the chair in front of Dumbledore’s desk and slouched down. “I’ve come to you for some advice. Now that Voldie is gone and the Death Eaters are in the process of being rounded up I don’t know what to do with my self. When I was 12 I wanted to become a professional Quidditch player. When I was 14 I thought it would be neat to be an auror, bur now that I’ve actually lived through the whole Voldemort trying yet again to kill me I don’t think that I want to chase Death Eaters for a living. But I just don’t know what I should do!” Harry’s voice had rose and fell during his speech, with a rather plaintive crack at the end of it.

Dumbledore popped a lemon drop in his mouth and sucked on it contemplatively as he looked at the young man across from him. “Harry, I think what you need to do is take a vacation. For the first 11 years of your life you were Harry Potter, boy who was neglected by his family, for the next 7 you were Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived who was a hero to the Wizarding world. Why don’t you take some time, travel and see if you can find out who Harry Potter the adult is and what exactly it was that you were fighting for all these years. Why don’t you go to the continent and tour the great cities there? You’ve not been to Paris and I am sure that Charlie wouldn’t mind a visit in Romania. Take a trip, travel and see if it doesn’t help you picture what it is that you want to do for the rest of your life.”

“Thanks Professor, that sounds like a brilliant plan.” Harry sat up straight in the chair and raked a hand through his hair.

Three days later Harry had his trip all planned out and an itinerary set as he packed for his trip. Hedwig was staying at the school with Sirius and Remus until he got back from his vacation. Remus was going to be teaching DADA for a final year this fall and Sirius was thinking of opening up a motorcycle shop, both had been staying at the school during the last couple of years and were in the process of having a house built in Hogsmeade. Dumbledore had allowed them to stay at the school over the summer and through the school year while their house was being worked upon. Now all he had to do was say his goodbyes to his family.

Harry knocked on the door that led to Remus and Sirius’s rooms and at hearing the “come in” opened the door. Remus was sprawled out on the couch and Sirius was sat on the floor at his feet giving Remus a foot massage. “Harry, how are you today? Are you all ready for your trip?” Remus asked.

“Yes, I’m all finished packing and thought that I would drop off a copy of my itinerary with you both, just in case of an emergency. I’ll miss you both.” Harry blushed a little at this admission. He still was a little uncomfortable in discussing his feelings with others. His childhood, being what it had been, hadn’t prepared him to be open about his feelings to others and it was something he worked very hard on.

“We’ll miss you as well, Harry.” Remus smiled at Harry. He was quite proud of Harry and all that he had accomplished and loved him like the son he could never have. “I’m sure that you’ll figure out what it is that you want while you are gone. One piece of advice, don’t try to come to a decision as to what to do with your life, just enjoy your trip and let your subconscious mind work on what you want to do.” Remus pulled his feet from from Sirius’s hands and went to give Harry a hug. Sirius jumped up and smiled at his godson.

“Harry, be careful while you are gone. Voldemort may be defeated, but there are still Death Eaters out there, just looking for a chance to repay the favor to you. I’ll miss you as well.” Sirius hugged Harry to him tightly. “You’re all I have left of James and Lily. I couldn’t bear it if anything happened to you as well.”

Harry hugged his godfather and Remus band and then left them. “I’ve got to go by Hagrid’s hut and Dumbledore’s office. I’ll be dropping off an itinerary with them as well. And I should owl Ron and Hermione as well. Too many things to do, and not enough time to do them in…” Harry muttered as he wandered off down the hall.

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For the first leg of his journey Harry flew his broom to Hogsmead and from there appartated to Diagon Alley. After getting a room at the Leaky Cauldron for the night, he stepped into Muggle London to arrange his transportation. He’d never flown on an aeroplane and had wanted to for a while, so he first made his way to a travel agent to book a flight to Paris.

In Paris he spent a couple of weeks doing all of the typical tourist items such as visiting the Louvre Museum and the Eiffel Tower. Then he spent another one just sitting on the left bank of the Seine drinking red wine and espresso and thinking. Life was good.

From Paris he traveled to Amsterdam for a week to see the fabled red light district with its window front prostitution and it’s famed Needle Park. The sights there both amazed him and saddened him. Feeling a bit out of it he next traveled to Romania to visit Charlie Weasley.

Charlie was once again working with the Dragon Study and Rehabilitation Center and was thrilled to see Harry again. They spent a lovely couple of days catching up on all of the Weasley family gossip as well as the Hogwarts news.

One evening after dinner they sat in Charlie’s living room drinking. Charlie turned from contemplating the fire to looking at Harry who sat at the other end. “Harry, you’ve told me about everyone else now tell me, how are you doing.”

Harry shrugged his shoulders and took a drink as he turned away from the fire to Charlie. “Not much to tell to honest. I don’t know what I want to do with my life.” Harry took another drink. “I’m a bit lonely I guess. Herm and Oliver got together and have a life. Ron and Neville got bonded. Angelina is in a triad with Fred and George. Even Sirius and Remus have each other, not that I begrudge them their happiness, but why haven’t I found someone to be with?” Harry blushed a little during his speech and looked away from Charlie back to the fire.

“Harry, look at me. What do you want in a relationship? You’ve never had the opportunity to have a relationship. Do you want sex, companionship, friendship, love, all of the above? Are you attracted to males or females?”

“Males and I want it all I think. I need someone who can see me, Harry, and not the blasted Boy Who Lived.” Harry’s voice was bitter. He glanced over at Charlie and smiled briefly.

“That’s a good start.” Charlie looked at Harry with a gleam in his eye. “Harry, come here for a moment.”

Harry scooted closer to Charlie and looked at him with a question in his eyes. Charlie took their drinks and sat them down on the table. He reached out with his hand and stroked Harry’s hair and face. “I’m not looking for a long term relationship, but I can offer you a night where you are not alone and friendship. Will you sleep with me tonight Harry?” Charlie leaned forward and pressed his lips softly against Harry’s mouth.

“Yes…” was all Harry said as he leaned into the kiss. They took a moment to explore each other’s mouths before Charlie took the lead in the kiss and pulled Harry close to him. He kissed along Harry’s jaw down to his neck and bite and nibbled along the tendon there. Harry moaned and tilted his head aside so that Charlie could have better access.

Charlie traced his neck with his tongue and teeth, sucking and nibbling all around before latching on and sucking hard at the juncture of neck and shoulder. Harry shuddered and wrapped his arms around the redhead. “More please, I need more” he whispered.

Without further words they both pulled away and began to strip off their clothing. Charlie was beautiful. Not as tall and angular as Bill, Percy or Ron, but shorter and stockier, much like the twins, and well muscled. Like Harry, he had his share of scars, though most of his came from the dragons that he had devoted his life to studying. In Harry’s eyes the scars only made Charlie all the more attractive. Harry had spent some time with Draco in his 7th year, and knew what perfect skin looked like, and had found that he preferred his men to look like they had lived a little. He wasn’t interested in a perfect doll.

They came back together and meshed their bodies together, stroking and kissing in that first rush of exploration that comes from a new lover. They maneuvered around until Harry’s knees hit the edge of the sofa and he sat down with a little thud. They smiled at each other and then Charlie dropped to his knees in front of Harry so that they could kiss again.

Harry moaned as Charlie began to play with his nipples, twisting and pinching them lightly. He reached out and returned the favor to Charlie, who shuddered with desire. Charlie moved from kissing Harry’s lips back to his neck before moving lower. He sucked and bit gently at Harry’s nipples, then blew air on them. As Harry shivered in his arms from the play, he nibbled further down, following the line of dark hair that led like a path on a treasure map to Harry’s cock. He trailed his tongue around his belly button then dipped his tongue in.

Harry shrieked at that little touch, “DON”T DO THAT! I’m very ticklish there.”

Charlie laughed aloud at that and then swooped down and engulfed Harry’s cock in his hot mouth. Harry went rigid at the contact and his balls pulled up close to his body in preparation. Charlie felt the change and sucked harder pulling Harry in deeper into his throat. He reached out and stroked a finger along Harry’s entrance and with shout Harry came.

Harry’s ability to speak was short circuited by the release and he gazed at the other man with a dazed look on his face.

“Don’t fret, luv” Charlie crooned. “We’ve all night to play with one another. You must be wound up like a watch spring to come that quickly. Lets see if we can raise the flag again, shall we?” Charlie raised an eyebrow and smiled at Harry who smiled back.

“Brilliant, I didn’t realize how much I needed that.” Harry stood and pulled Charlie to his feet. “Where’s the bedroom? I want to be able to spread you out so that I can explore you from head to toe.”

They stumbled into the bedroom and onto the bed, Harry landing on top of Charlie. He bent his head down and kissed the redhead deeply. Stroking along his chest, and then down to his thighs and then back up to his neck and shoulders, Harry avoided touching Charlie in the one area he knew the other man really wanted. Charlie had been so sweet to him; he wanted to repay the favor.

Charlie rolled so that he was on top of Harry and began to tease him once again with his lips and hands. His erection poked Harry in the belly, and then again in the groin as Charlie began to move down his body. Harry wiggled and spread his thighs apart, giving Charlie access to his entrance again. Probing gently with a finger he tested the puckered hole. “I’ve lube in the bedside drawer.”

Harry reached out and grabbed the jar from the table. Charlie spread some on his fingers and returned his attention to Harry’s arse. Pushing at his entrance his slid a well greased finger in to the second knuckle. He twisted it about and pulled it out partially then pushed back in. Working the muscles loose, he soon slid in a second and then third finger into Harry’s body.

“Please” Harry whispered, “please…” He wasn’t quite sure what it was he was begging for, other than to be filled up.

Charlie took pity on him and rubbed the lube all over his erection then replaced his fingers with his cock. He pushed in slowly, not wanting to hurt the man under him, and slid in to the root.

Harry moaned as his cock, already half erect again, went fully hard. “Fuck me” he gasped and Charlie took him at his word, pounding him into the mattress. Stroking in and out, rubbing against Harry’s prostrate gland with nearly every stroke. Harry whimpered in need and reached down to stroke himself in time with Charlie’s thrusts. Harry stiffened and came with a shout and as he throbbed around Charlie’s cock, he found his release as well. As Harry drifted into sleep, an image of dark hair and pale skin comforted him.

They spent the next several days exploring each other’s bodies and justing ing fun, and while it was very restful Harry started to get itchy feet. He was ready to return home.

He’d come back to Hogsmead with a definate goal in mind. He knew what he wanted now; his dreams had been showing him that at least. Now all he had to do was figure out how to get Snape for himself.