To Love

Title: To Love

Summary: Harry receives an unexpected owl and embarks on a whole new sort of adventure.

Disclaimer: I own nothing except the plot. JK Rowling and her publishers own Harry Potter and Co.

Warnings: Explicit Sexual scenes between two consensual adult men. If you don’t like, don’t read!

To Love

The owl had come just a week after he had returned from his vacation. The war had been over for a year and Harry had had the freedom he had always wanted. Thus, he had planned a world round tour which had unfortunately come to an end now.

But it seemed that his adventures were yet to be over.

The owl had pecked and prodded until he had roused himself from sleep and relieved it of it’s burden.

He would recognize the writing anywhere, it was from Ron.

Ripping the envelope open in his haste to open the letter, Harry settled himself down on his couch and began to read.

It seemed that the main letter had actually been from Charlie, not Ron.

Ron had just inserted a letter of his own to welcome Harry back and arrange for them to meet and catch-up, as he put it.

Charlie on the other hand came as a surprise to Harry.

He, basically, was asking Harry out on a date.

Well, apparently Ron had told his family of Harry’s choice of partners.

A warm feeling was gathering in Harry’s system somewhere and he hastily wrote a reply, accepting both requests for his company for dinner sometime next week.

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The week had felt like months, or years passing. Time just crawled by at a snails pace for Harry. He was beyond excited. It was his first real date in years.

He had returned to his apartment late last night after a nice dinner with Ron where they talked about nothing and everything.

Ron had been pleased as could be that Harry and Charlie was going to give it a go, as he called it.

The Weasleys had always been Harry’s favorite family and to be able to become even closer to them in such a way was warming Harry, inside and out.


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Harry dressed in tight black jeans and a dark green shirt. His socks, unfortunately, was still those of his cousin’s, huge and ugly. Waving a wand over the disgusting pieces Harry transfigured them to his size and black as night. Black Dock Martin’s followed and Harry was soon standing at his door with leather jacket in hand, ready for his date with Charlie.

The night was spent talking about what Harry would do now that he was back and no longer in school or having to fight Voldemort. Charlie also talked about what he was going to do and mentioned his wish to return to Romania by the end of the year.

As it was July at the moment, Harry decided not to worry about something that far in the future and just enjoy the time he could have with Charlie.

The night ended with Charlie escorting Harry home before returning to his own apartment.


Charlie visited Harry almost every night. They went out to watch muggle movies, walked around town doing ‘window shopping’ or they just spent their time watching movies in Harry’s apartment on the Television and DVD player he had procured when he had returned from his vacation.

Three weeks into their new relationship, Charlie introduced Harry to the wonderful art of ‘French-kissing’.

Oh, Harry had kissed before. There had been Cho and then Seamus a year later when they had decided to explore a bit. They had gotten as far as kissing softly on the lips before they had been caught by the great bat himself.

But no other kisses had involved tongue. The way Charlie was exploring Harry’s mouth without breaking for breath was mind blowing.

Charlie’s tongue was battling for dominance to Harry’s in no time and they molded their bodies together in order to help each other stay upright.

It was the most mind blowing kiss Harry had ever received and he never wanted to stop kissing that mouth.

Harry realized that he was beginning to like Charlie as far more than just a friend.

What Charlie was doing with him was raging havoc with Harry’s mind and emotions.

He was beginning to feel a certain something for Charlie. He had never been in love before but Harry suspected that what he was beginning to feel was the first stages of ‘falling in love’.

It was still too early to tell but that’s what it felt like for Harry.


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Had it only been two months ago that Charlie had stepped into his life? Harry lay wide awake in bed. Charlie had left about an hour ago.

They had been steadily progressing from kisses to cuddling and fondling.

Tonight had been the first time that Charlie had done more than just stroking over Harry’s chest, or teasing his nipples, or running a finger over Harry’s enthusiastic prick.

They had been cuddled close together on the couch in Harry’s living room, watching some movie or other – Harry had really not been paying too much attention to the movie, not with Charlie right behind him – when Charlie had suddenly grabbed hold of Harry’s half hard prick and began pumping it in a steady, firm rhythm. Their mouths had closed around each other and it had resulted in one of the most mind-blowing orgasms Harry had ever had. Charlie’s steady fisting along with his tongue ravaging Harry’s mouth had sent him spiraling over the edge.

The memory left him and Harry continued staring up at his ceiling.

What was he to do if Charlie wanted to go further than they had tonight?

He liked Charlie, he really did. They had gotten to know each other very well over the months they had been together and Harry was quite certain that he was falling in love with the man.

Was that reason enough for them to proceed to more intimate relations?

Harry had always held prize to his virginity. Some boy’s in school would taunt and tease him over it but it was the one thing Harry knew he could lay claim too and refuse to give if someone wanted to take it.

His childhood with the Dursley’s had made Harry appreciate everything he could hold near and dear to him.

It was maybe an “out of date” resolution but Harry wanted to be sure that it was the one before he gave himself to anyone.

Having reached no exact decision Harry rolled over onto his side and decided to worry about it the next day.


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Most of the final arrangements has been made and I’ll receive confirmation of the day of ‘departure’ in about a month.

The sentence kept repeated over and over in Harry’s mind.

He had fallen into a lax and open relationship with Charlie and the realization that Charlie was still planning on returning to Romania by the end of the year felt like a stab through Harry’s heart.

Yes, Charlie would return after about 8 months or a year but it was still a shock to the system.

Harry had thought that maybe having a steady relationship would dissuade Charlie from leaving. Would maybe make him realize that everything he needed was right here. But clearly it wasn’t. And the fact that Charlie was willing to leave Harry in order to fulfill his own dreams was almost like a slap in the face.

But it was already too late.

Harry had given his heart to the man. Had given his everything to Charlie and still the man was planning to leave him.

Not everything. A little voice pointed out to Harry.

Was that it?

Was that what Charlie wanted? To go that final length in their relationship where they could go no further? If Harry were to give Charlie that which he had been wanting for some time now, would that keep him here? Would Charlie decide to stay if Harry were to give him that?

They had been talking about living together. About bonding and spending the rest of their lives together. Charlie had said that they could “get married” when he returned from Romania. That aught to count for something, shouldn’t it?

If Charlie was talking about marrying Harry sometime next year he was certainly feeling something for Harry.


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Harry loved Charlie. He had accepted the fact for what it was and knew that no matter what happened, he would still get hurt a bit. Charlie was leaving in a month’s time and even with the reassurances that he would return in a year’s time Harry still felt a part of his heart break.

The last week had been a rollercoaster ride for Harry’s emotions. They had almost gone passed the point of no return and only Harry’s iron will had stopped them from taking that last step.

They had been lying together on the couch as had become their custom. Their kisses had turned heated and the stroking of their groins was suddenly not enough. Their pants had landed on the floor sometime later and after licking and sucking at Charlie’s fingers Harry had felt a probing at his entrance. He had allowed it.

The slow rhythm Charlie had set with his fingers had kept Harry on edge for minutes on end but when Charlie had maneuvered himself behind Harry and Harry had felt the blunt end of Charlie’s member press against his butt cheeks he had bolted.

Was he ready for this step?

Did he really want to do this?

His body certainly had no reservations about such a step but Harry’s heart was screaming at him to wait, and so he did.

He had pulled away a bit and turned himself around in Charlie’s embrace.

“No love. Not yet. I’m sorry, but I’m not ready.”

A frustrated groan was his answer and Harry smiled. Sinking lower on the couch Harry took hold of the straining member of his love and gave him the most amazing blow-job he had ever given.

Charlie’s rock-hard prick was literally fucking Harry’s mouth but he didn’t care. He loved Charlie and would do everything in his power to show him just how much.

The groans and moans were increasing in volume and just as Harry’s mouth was filled with hot spunk his ears picked up the most wonderful words he had ever heard.

“I love you!”



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Harry had decided that as he was going to get hurt anyway he would go that final step.

A year couldn’t be that long, could it?

He would give himself fully to Charlie and if the man still decided to go to Romania then that was just how it was supposed to be. Maybe he could tag along?

A soft ‘pop’ reached his ears and he turned at the sound.

A soft smile spread across his lips as he took in the sight of his beloved. Oh, he was hopelessly, undoubtedly in love with this man.

His mouth found Charlie’s and all plans for the evening were forgotten as they fell gracelessly on what Harry had begun to call their couch.

In no time at all Harry was naked as the day he was borne under an equally naked Charlie.

A tongue teased his lips before running lower over his throat and then lower still where it settled over a nipple and soft lips closed around it, sucking gently at the hardened peaks.

Harry groaned out loud and could feel the lips around his nipples smiling.

A questing finger was running lightly up and down his thighs, occasionally dipping deeper and touching his entrance fleetingly before retreating to continue the slow tease up and down his thighs.

That sinful mouth was back on his and all coherent thought left him.

The finger which had been running over his thighs left him but was soon back with a slick oily feel on them.

His entrance was prodded a bit before a finger slipped through the tight ring guarding his most private of places.

Harry moaned into the mouth which was fucking his as another finger was added to the first one. It was only the second time they had gotten this far and the invasion of three fingers hurt quite a bit.

The pain was soon forgotten as a hand grabbed hold of his aching prick and began to pump it in rhythm with the fingers fucking his hole.

As Charlie rearrange their positions Harry had the fleeing thought to stop the man and crawl out from beneath him but decided against it.

He stilled Charlie’s progress though and looked into his eyes.

“Are you sure this is what you want? You won’t have any regrets come morning?”

Harry knew it was irrational for him to be asking this question but he couldn’t help it. He wanted to be sure that Charlie knew what he was doing and was not maybe, for some reason or other only doing this for Harry’s sake.

“I’m sure Harry. I won’t have any second thoughts, I’ve wanted this for some time now.”

Harry nodded once and that was all the encouragement Charlie needed to push slowly into Harry.

It didn’t hurt as much as he thought it would.

Charlie was slow and gentle. Stilling every few seconds to let Harry get accustomed to being filled.

It was the most wonderful feeling Harry had ever felt.

The love and care with which Charlie was slowly fucking him blew Harry’s mind.

How had he become as lucky as to have this man?

Did he really deserve the attention and care that Charlie had bestowed upon him since they had begun their relationship?

All rational thought left him as Charlie picked up speed and force.

“So tight Harry! You feel wondereful.”

“You don’t have to reign in your voice Harry, scream, moan or curse just as loud as you wish, no one would hear you.”

The angle of Charlie’s body changed a bit and with the next thrust Harry was seeing stars.

Great fucking Merlin! What was that?

Charlie appeared to have seen his expression for he answered the unasked question.

“That was your prostate Harry.”

“Oh, Do it again!” Harry pleaded.

Charlie gave a soft laugh before complying.

Their word knowledge was then diminished to single syllable words.

Yes! Oh fuck. Deeper. Yesss….”

“Oh, you’re so tight! Yess. This is so perfect. Yes Harry, take me deeper love. Oh yessss.

Charlie lost all semblance of control and he rammed hard and fast into Harry. Harry could only mumble incoherently as Charlie rammed his prostrate with each thrust. His balls tightened and Harry knew he was close.

“I’m…oh,… er… I’m going to…. Come!” Harry screamed as his release was ripped from his body and he covered his whole chest as well as Charlie’s with his release.

Limp and on the verge of fainting Harry only half registered the feeling of his body being turned and when his arms were positioned under him in order to hold him up he sank down to his elbows. No strength left in him.

Groans met his ear and he realized, not without shock, that Charlie was still behind him fucking him with all the strength and enthusiasm he had displayed when they had first begun that night.

He registered the feeling of cum entering his body and heard the whispered cleaning spell before his world went black.

He woke up sometime in the dead of night in need of a toilet and disentangled his limbs from Charlie’s before relieving himself in the bathroom.

Sliding back under Charlie’s arms and deep into the embrace he couldn’t help but let a smile lit his face.

Life was good.


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He had known this was going to happen. He had known that it wasn’t going to be easy but no matter how many times he had told himself over and over again that they would get through this the reality of it was so much worse.

It was their last night together before Charlie would leave.

Their last night together for a year. A YEAR!!

How on earth was he going to cope with that?

“Are you sure I can’t come with you?” Harry hated how petulant his voice sounded but at the moment it couldn’t be helped.

“I’m sorry Harry but the dragon centre where I work has strict rules and guidelines. No one under the age of 21 is permitted to work there because of the danger we face every day. They see 21 as the age of becoming an adult and no matter if you are seen as an adult in your own country they have a strict system which can not be fooled.” Harry had heard all this before of course but it was still no easier to deal with than the first time he had been told that he would not be able to accompany Charlie.

As Charlie said his goodbye’s to his family Harry hung back a bit. He had no right to claim Charlie for himself, his family also wanted to say goodbye.

He only registered the strong arms around him as soft lips kissed his cheek.

“It’s only for a year Harry. I’ll be back before you know it. But before I leave I want you to promise me something.”

Harry looked up into Charlie’s eyes and nodded a bit.

“I want you to promise me that if some handsome young man should come your way that you won’t hold back just because of me.” Charlie held up a hand as Harry was about to open his mouth.

“No listen. A year is longer than we want to believe it to be. I don’t want you to be left here moping around Harry. If you were to find love in someone else’s arms then I want you to grab onto that and see where the road takes you.”

“If, when I return in a year’s time you still feel the same about me then we can give it another go, but don’t hold back just because of me.”

Harry stared blankly at his feet. Why did this feel almost like a break-up?

“Promise me Harry.”

What was he supposed to say to all that? Oh, yes, don’t worry Charlie, I love you with all my heart but sure, if some other guy were to come along I’d throw myself on him and forget all about you. Yes, of course, easy as pie!!

“Harry.”

“Okay, Charlie, I promise”. The whispered words were met with a small kiss and just as Harry thought he could take it no more, that he would break down in front of his one true love, Charlie stepped away and disappeared with a small pop.


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The months following Charlie’s departure were the hardest of Harry’s life. Seeing all the Weasley’s on a weekly basis was straining on his nerves and invoked such memories that Harry feared he would go insane before the year was over.

He continued living his life as he had when Charlie had still been there. Going to work (a muggle bookstore where he helped out as cashier), coming home to an empty apartment, making dinner, watching a late night movie if he felt in the mood and going to sleep. Waking up the next morning, eating breakfast and going to work.

The cycle continued for three months without incident.

He received a letter a month from Charlie, sometimes two but that had only happened once thus far. He sent about a letter a week himself but figured that Charlie was just too busy to reply to those.

Four months after Charlie had left for Romania Harry was folding up his laundry when a familiar owl swept through the window.

Heart in his throat, Harry snatched the letter from the bird and scanned over it quickly.

There were a few words in there that just didn’t make sense to Harry. Words such as “over” and “found someone else” and so Harry decided to read the letter thoroughly from the beginning.

The dread which had settled in his stomach as soon as he had begun scanning the letter multiplied ten fold as he re-read the letter.

No, this was not happening.

It couldn’t be!

He had known deep down that the promise Charlie had extracted from him had been echoed by a promise from Charlie himself but he hadn’t wanted to believe it.

“Wanted to tell you now so you would feel free to search for someone else………… Didn’t want to keep you hanging on a piece of string……….. What we had was wonderful but I’ve moved on…………..”

The words were blurred with unshed tears in his eyes.

His love, his heart, his everything was braking up with him.

Breaking up with him in a fucking LETTER!!

Harry let out a wail of despair and sank down on his knees. Why could no one love him? Why did he have to loose his heart to a man who just threw it back in his face after he had had enough of Harry? Did he not deserve any love?

His heart felt broken, utterly, completely in pieces but he picked himself up. He had to go on. Had to keep going. He would not let ONE man’s choices ruin his life. He still had friends who cared for him. They were all that mattered. They cared. He cared. It was okay, he would manage.

He would manage.


Finis


Review????

Don’t worry, my other story will be finished, I’m still writing the next chapter. This was just something I had to get off my chest.

Does anyone feel like writing a sequel to this? Where someone else (preferably Snape but anyone else would be fine), picks up the pieces of Harry’s shattered heart and have to deal with a lover who is reluctant to commit fully because of his first heart break?

If you decide to write a sequel to this then please let me know as I would like to read it.

Okay, so, would you please, please, please just leave a review to tell me what you thought?

PS: English is NOT my first language, just so you know.