Note: As always, Harry Potter not mine. I've known it's been a long time since I've updated. This has actually been sitting on my computer for a while now. I had intended to add more, but I like how it ends where it does. Hopefully I'll get this done by THIS Christmas.

Title: A Boyfriend for Christmas

Pairing: Charlie/Harry

Charlie and Harry spent the next couple of days getting to know one another and unbeknownst to one another, falling just a bit more into like with each other as well. Harry learned that Charlie and Bill had a rivalry between them as to whether Mummies or Dragons were the more deadlier being, that his favorite color was blue, that his favorite time of day was the evening, and much more. Charlie learned that had been seeker on the Hufflepuff team after Cedric Diggory had graduated, and that at one point the sorting hat had actually considered him for Slytherin or possibly even Gryffindor.

It was a lot to tell, while not a complete stranger, another person you didn't know very well. And they both knew the other still had secrets, ones that would not be given up easily until more trust was put into it. Charlie was already regretting that he hadn't asked Harry out months ago, and then he wouldn't have play this game of keeping it a pretense. Perhaps after Christmas he could make it real.

They were now standing at the location of where the international portkey would set Charlie's parents and siblings at. Bill, Fleur, and their three year old daughter would be coming by muggle train later, as they didn't wish to risk harming little Victoire inadvertently. Charlie looked over the heads of the people in front of them, looking for a glimpse of red hair. They'd arrived a while before their arrival, full well knowing that they'd have to go through customs, but it made sure that they weren't late either.

He looked over to his companion. Harry looked nervous, his lower lip drawn between his teeth, hands restless at his sides as if he wasn't quite sure what to do with them. He had no way of knowing what was going through Harry's mind, but the man had nothing to worry about, in fact Charlie was beginning to feel a bit guilty for getting him into this situation. He wasn't sure if he was overstepping any boundary, but he reached out and took Harry's hand in his own, interlinking his own work roughened fingers with the other's. Green eyes looked sharply to him, but some of the tension went out of his shoulders, and he gave a wry grin.

"It'll be okay, Harry. It's just for a week. I'm sorry I got you into this. We could still call it off, I could tell them -"

Harry's hand squeezed his and cut him off as he gave a shake of his head. "No. It's okay. From what you told me, your Mum might cry, and I really don't want her to be unhappy for Christmas." That and Harry was quite enjoying himself. At Hogwarts he'd not really been involved with anyone and afterwards, well, he hadn't had the time. His only wish was that this was for real, and not some charade to make Charlie's Mother happy. His sigh was covered up by Charlie's "There they are!" Charlie released his hand, and Harry felt a little more lonely and then shook such a feeling off with the silliness he felt for feeling that way at all.

"Charlie! Charlie!" a woman's voice called.

"Mum, calm down, he'll be here."

"Wouldn't blame him if he wasn't. Merlin, you people are embarrassing."

"Aw, poor little.."

"Ronniekins, are we.."

"embarrassing you? Well let us regale the population"

"of the story of your…."

"Mum!"

"Fred, George, leave your brother alone, and look for Charlie!"

"There he is." and the crowd parted and Harry was able to see a red haired man, with glasses, pointing their way. Looking them over as they rushed forward, he found that he remembered the younger man, and the twins from Hogwarts. The first he had shared a few classes with, and the latter.. Well everyone knew the Weasley twins, terrors that they were. As for the one with glasses and the red haired girl they were only vaguely familiar as were the two non-redheaded girls, one with frizzy brown hair and the other curly dark. The first he remembered as being Hermione, and the latter he assumed was Penelope, Percy's (the one with the glasses?) fiance. Harry stood back as the group of redheads descended upon Charlie, feeling out of place, and yet smiling at the obvious affection they had at one another.

And then the attention was turned on him. Molly Weasley took her time looking him over as her husband greeted their second oldest son. She found the dark hair and green eyes fetching, and the way he smiled at her son, well it eased a worry around her heart. It was a kind face, but much too thin.

"And you must be, Harry!" she said finally, coming forward.

"Mrs. Weasley." he said, and Molly found that he had a kind voice to match his face. Yes, her son couldn't have chosen better.

"Please, call me Molly." she said as she wrapped her arms around him in a hug. She felt the way he stiffened up at first, before relaxing and returning the embrace. Poor boy probably missed his own Mum.

"Hasn't my boy been feeding you? Why, your nothing but flesh and bones. Charlie?" she asked, letting go of Harry and turning accusingly toward her son. Charlie put his hands up in a 'I surrender' gesture.

"Wow, Charlie. How'd you bag"

"such a handsome bloke? Did you"

"confund him?"

"Imperio him?"

"blind him?"

"Enough you two. I'm Arthur." the balding red haired man that was Charlie's father stepped forward giving him a firm handshake.

"And I'm Ron, and this is Hermione. Ignore those two, it's what we all do." another handshake was given. Harry supposed, perhaps they didn't remember him, but then again he'd been a Hufflepuff and it always seemed to him that Gryffindor's only really noticed their own house and Slytherins.

"Those two? Those two?" the twins parroted.

"Those two are Fred and George," Percy said with a smirk playing along his lips, quickly erased by Fred and George putting him in a headlock of sorts and rubbing their fists into his curly red hair and knocking his glasses askew.

The curly haired girl rolled her eyes. "Penelope Clearwater. Pleasure to meet you."

"The pleasure's mine," Harry said with a smile, feeling overwhelmed, but turning his attention to the three that hadn't introduced themselves, even though he knew their names. The youngest girl stepped forward, looking him over curiously, cautiously before asking. "Hufflepuff, right?"

Harry grinned. "Yeah. Ginny?"

Ginny grinned back. "Yeah. Funny seeing you here, and you being my brother's boyfriend! Well! I thought, you know after you left-" Whatever she was about to say was cut off by Fred and George who, after relinquishing their rather stunned looking brother to his dutifully concerned fiancee, were now standing in front of him.

"And we're Gred"

"and Forge." And with saying so they threw their arms around him in an over exuberant hug. Harry felt as if he were going to suffocate.

"Alright, off you two! He's mine. Get your own." Harry felt himself being extracted from the two devils, and into another pair of arms. Ones he didn't mind being in at all. He could smell the faint scent of dragonhide and it calmed him.

Charlie kept an arm around Harry even when the twins backed off, making kissy faces at the pair. They indulged in idle conversation about the portkey and customs as they made their way to the enchanted car Charlie had borrowed, which upon Arthur spotting it, started a whole other kind of conversation.