Bits and Pieces of Harry Potter

Title: My Sweet Caramel

Fandom: Harry Potter

Pairings/Characters: Charlie/Harry

Word count: 860

Warnings: Nothing

AN: Did I forget to mention that some of these are old?

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‘Romania,’ Harry thought, ‘is indeed beautiful.’ Gazing out of the window, he stirred his coffee as he waited for his lover to get back from the meeting about the loss of one of their dragons. Charlie had gone to it nearly an hour ago and Harry was bored as he drank coffee and picked through the tree ornaments they had gathered over the last 11 months as lovers.

Charlie had actually made it to the January after his 18^th birthday before he had given in and kissed Harry silly. Molly had just smiled happily while Arthur had promised to keep a leash on her. The twins had pouted that Charlie was going to drag off their favorite little brother off to Romania. Ron had just muttered ‘finally', Bill agreeing with him. The squeal from Hermonie had startled even the gnomes into hiding.

Ginny's screech of outrage had surprised no one, leaving them with ringing ears. Harry and Charlie had hardly seen her when they had gone to see the Wesley family for a quick vacation on Harry’s birthday and then that November to celebrate Harry’s acceptance into the Romanian Healer program. He was now 19, living with Charlie and about to begin his own apprenticeship in February.

He was truly happy for once, free from everyones expectations and he loved every single moment of it.

The sound of the front door opening drew Harry out of his contemplation of the half decorated tree. Green eyes turned to the doorway, smiling as his red headed lover appeared, smiling softly at him.

“Hey there, caramel,” Charlie greeted, his voice rumbling and light.

“Must you call me caramel?” Harry asked, putting his coffee cup down as he moved to greet Charlie. Strong arms wrapped around his waist, pulling him close with a low rumble of pleasure.

“Yes, I must. You are my favorite piece of candy after all,” Charlie teased, Harry laughing lowly and shaking his head.

“Come on, oh fearless one, I made brandied coffee for the two of us. It waits for us,” he chuckled, picking up his own cup and draining the last of his regular coffee.

“Oh, I do love your brandied coffee,” Charlie sighed, letting his younger lover draw him away from the doorway into the warmly scented kitchen. It looked as if Harry had been busy cooking once more.

When Harry had found himself free of the shadow of Voldemort just before his 17th birthday, the young man had thrown himself into his studies. He had explored the options for a career, finally deciding on healing and the school to start his training. But at one time, he had contemplated becoming a chef, and had convinced Molly to teach him how to cook and bake more then what he had known. He had become proficient at holiday treats and the piles of goodies proved it.

“You made peanut butter fudge,” Charlie said, eyeing the tray that was piled high.

“I made a lot of fudge, all kinds,” Harry drawled, pulling down two special cups they only used for brandied coffee as Charlie grabbed a plate. “Look in the fridge. Your lunch is in there, so lunch first.”

“Yes, mum,” Charlie drawled, eyes sparkling in amusement as he took out the plate that was filled with a grilled sandwich, that still felt a bit warm, chips that had been baked instead of fried and a small orange that was already peeled.

“Git. Now cancel the stasis charm and your food will be nice and warm,” Harry drawled, giving Charlie a look when his hand crept towards the plate of fudge. The red head chuckled lowly and did so, his food steaming. Digging in, he watched the younger man start to put together small care packages for their co-workers that couldn’t go home for the Christmas holidays, or didn’t have a home to go to. There was a giant celebration for both the dragon tamers and the healers on Christmas Eve and Harry planned on handing out the packages then.

A few were bigger then the others, making Charlie cock his head to the side and put the chip in his fingers down.

“Who’s getting those big packages?” he asked as Harry placed a couple of bags of fruits amongst the candy and cookies.

“Well, a couple of my co-workers are single parents. Two lost their spouse in the war and one lost her wife to cancer. They won’t take money, but I’m going to help them. There’s seeds for all sorts of veggies and Winky and Dobby will be watching over the children and crops along with ours,” Harry admitted, adding ribbons and bows. Charlie hummed quietly, blue eyes bright as he slid off the chair and moved over to wrap his arms around Harry’s waist.

“You amaze me all the damn time,” he husked, getting a soft smile. “Can you sneak in a gift card or two? I know that on occasion they buy muggle.”

“I can, in the card,’ Harry replied, turning around and getting a slow sweet kiss from his lover.

“Love you, my caramel.”

“Love you to, oh fearless one. Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas.”