A Gift For digthewriter: The Set Up, (Neville/Charlie)
Author: leontinabowie
Recipient: digthewriter
Title: The Set Up
Pairing: Harry/Sirius, Neville/Charlie, background mention of Hermione/Ginny and one-time Harry/Sirius/Draco
Rating: R
Word Count: 2270
Summary: Harry and Sirius, who are dating in secret, decide to set their good friends, Neville and Charlie, up on a blind date
Author's Notes: digthewriter, so basically I think I hit nearly all of your likes :D This was a lot of fun to write, and I think you may have gotten me really into the Neville/Charlie ship now lol.
“Why so glum, mate?” Sirius asked, sliding into the tatty, red leather seats of the bar booth. “I thought we were here to have a good time and get pissed?”
Charlie grinned at him, reaching for one of the beer bottles which Sirius had just placed on the table.
“I’m not glum,” Charlie retorted. “I’m moderately peeved, at worst.”
Sirius snorted. Though he and Charlie were over a decade apart in age, they got on exceeding well. Charlie had moved to the Welsh Dragon Reserve after the end of the war to be closer to his family, and upon his arrival Sirius had taken him out for a welcome drink...and three years later their friendship was still going strong.
“Why are you moderately peeved?” Sirius teased, raising an elegant brow.
“Ginny and Hermione have just announced they're dating,” Charlie said, fingers picking at the label on his beer bottle until tiny pieces of paper littered the scratched wood of their table. “I’m happy for Ginny, of course, but now I'm the only one of my siblings who’s still single.”
Ginny and Hermione...unexpected pairing, in Sirius’s eyes, but he could see how they'd work together; they'd make quite a formidable couple, in fact.
“I didn't know you were such a romantic at heart,” Sirius frowned. “Are you sure a good shag won't cheer you up?”
“I want more than a good shag,” Charlie admitted, adding with a grin, “wouldn't say no to a shag, but only if we go on at least one date as well. What about you? For all your talk of shagging I’ve not seen you pull anyone for almost a year.”
Sirius shrugged. “My standards have just got exceedingly high, I expect.”
So high that the only people Sirius wanted in his bed now were young men with bright green eyes and shaggy black hair, with wondrous flexibility, and who were totally inappropriate for Sirius to sleep with but impossible to give up.
“I’m picky, but I know what I want,” Sirius added with a knowing smirk, which only made Charlie furrow his brows in confusion.
Sirius had kept his choice in partner a secret, though if he ever told anyone it would be Charlie.
Yes, Charlie was a good friend of Sirius’s, and Sirius was nothing if not good to his friends.
***
Harry opened the door, only to be instantly pounced on by Sirius, wrapped in his tight embrace as Sirius’s lips moved against his hungrily.
Harry melted into the kiss, pushing up on his tiptoes as his hands grasped the firm, lean muscles of Sirius’s arms.
They pulled apart gasping for air, and Sirius dropped his head to Harry’s shoulder, his breath hot against the sensitive skin of Harry’s neck.
“I missed you,” Sirius murmured, hands reaching down into the back pockets of Harry’s jeans so he could grip his arse. “Couldn’t stop thinking about you all bloody night.”
Sirius ground against Harry, his hard length pressing insistently against him. Harry felt his own cock stirring, and he pushed up into Sirius’s body.
“Come on, then,” Harry urged breathlessly. “Fuck me right up against this wall.”
Sirius wasted no time in shedding their clothes and preparing Harry, shoving inside him roughly as Harry wrapped his legs around Sirius’s waist and gave into the pleasure of Sirius’s desperate pace.
It was always like that between them, passionate and hungry and demanding. Nobody knew they’d been sleeping together for nearly a year, and pretending to be nothing more than friends in front of other people took its toll; it made them both desperate to make the most of their time alone.
Harry and Sirius weren’t ashamed of being together, but they knew they’d most definitely face a lot of questions and judgement both because of the age difference and Sirius being Harry’s godfather, and neither of them could be bothered with dealing with that.
Later, after their needs had been sated, Harry curled up on the sofa next to Sirius, cuddled against his side. Harry’s fingers toyed with the inky black strands of Sirius’s soft hair, curling his fingers around it.
“So did you and Charlie have a nice time?” Harry asked, pleased that Sirius had been able to befriend somebody despite the pain of losing James and Remus. “Molly keeps trying to set me up with him.”
Sirius snorted. “And you had to explain Charlie was far too young for you?”
Harry rolled his eyes as he looked up at Sirius’s grinning face. For all Sirius joked about their age gap, for somebody gone forty, Sirius was still exceedingly handsome.
“I just told her I was worried it would make Ron uncomfortable,” Harry said. “And that if I had to date any of her sons it would be Bill, but he is straight and accounted for.”
“Ah yes, the red-haired version of me,” Sirius beamed. “I have no intention of giving you over to Charlie, but he was telling me he’s looking to date somebody. I’m going to set him up on a blind date, but I’m stuck on who to get as his blind date-you know anyone who might be up for it?”
Harry sat up, alert, and he grinned eagerly. “I have the perfect somebody in mind; you give Charlie a time and place, and I’ll make sure there’s someone there to meet him.”
***
Neville furrowed his brow as he looked down at his Snapdragons, biting his lip as he carefully pruned the flowers.
A bell jingled above him, alerting him to somebody waiting at the door to the cottage. Quickly finishing the part he’d been working on, Neville stood and wiped his muddy hands on his cream apron as he hurried out the greenhouse and through the garden, heading back into his home.
He was surprised to see Harry waiting for him, and ushered him into the cottage so Neville could put on a pot of tea.
“Aren’t you going to take off your scarf?” Neville asked after they got settled, gaze falling on the silver grey fabric wrapped around Harry’s neck, and the tiny smudge of purple skin which it had failed to hide.
“I’m a bit chilly today,” Harry muttered, his cheeks flushing.
Neville said nothing, hiding his smile by taking a sip of tea. If Harry wasn’t going to admit he was dating somebody, Neville couldn’t openly call him out on it.
“So what brings you by unexpectedly?” Neville asked. “Not that I’m not happy to see you!”
Harry grinned. “I know. Actually, I had something I wanted to ask you. Me and- I have a friend who’s struggling to get into the dating game, and I thought; who do I know who’s gay and available and would be a great match for him.”
Neville didn’t comment on Harry’s near slip-up. “Who is it?”
The thought of going on a date sent a mix of terror and excitement through him. Neville had been single for a while now, and hadn’t had much luck in the dating game; he tended to overthink things and get nervous, and usually messed up his chances on the first date.
“Well,” Harry said slowly, rubbing the back of his neck. “I thought it would be fun if we made it a blind date.”
“Is that how you and your boyfriend met?” Neville asked before he could stop himself.
“No, we...Neville, you sly bastard,” Harry said, grinning. “I’d wager you almost have to say yes to my proposition now.”
“I wasn’t planning on tricking you, it just slipped out,” Neville said sheepishly. “But are you sure I’d be the right date for your friend?”
“Of course I’m sure!” Harry smiled. “You’re both independent and outdoorsy, and I’m pretty sure he’s your type.”
Neville’s type tended to fall towards muscular, bearded men. Red hair was always a bonus, too.
“Fine,” Neville said with a sigh. “Send me on this blind date; I hope you’re right in thinking me and this mystery man will get on well.”
“You’ll have a great time, Neville, trust me,” Harry assured.
“Can you tell me one thing, though?” Neville asked, unable to contain his curiosity. “About your mystery man; why won’t you tell anybody who it is? He isn’t Draco Malfoy, is he?”
Neville could see Harry and Malfoy working together in some kind of hate-sex way.
Harry snorted, shaking his head. “No, definitely not Malfoy. I mean, me and my bloke had a threesome with him once but...God, stop asking me questions, Neville, and unless it’s an emergency I can’t let you cancel this blind date now. You owe me.”
Neville laughed.
***
Charlie tapped his fingers on the table as he waited, the smell of coffee wafting enticingly through the small shop. He still wasn’t sure if he was grateful or annoyed at Sirius for setting him up on a blind date; it wasn’t Charlie’s usual thing.
He did have to admit he’d been moping a little bit about being single recently, but that didn’t mean it was an invitation for everyone to try and set him up with someone-especially because usually their idea of a good date was not the same as Charlie’s.
Charlie was stocky with thick muscles, and had a chin full of red hair. As a result, people tended to think he preferred to date other bears, or went for the slender types.
His mother, for example, kept trying to set him up with Harry. While Harry was attractive, he was far too skinny and a bit of a twink. He was pretty sure that he wasn’t Harry’s type either; Charlie suspected that Harry was into tall, aristocratic brunettes who were twice his age.
No, Charlie liked blokes with round stomachs, thick thighs, and rosy cheeks. There was one like that he’d seen around, but while Charlie was usually good at starting conversations with people, he’d never been able to make a move, plagued by nerves which Charlie was usually able to fight away.
He had a yellow flower pinned to shirt so his date would know who to look for, and Sirius had told Charlie that his date would have a dragon pin attached to his.
“Charlie?” a soft, uncertain voice said behind him, and Charlie turned to see the object of many of his wank fantasies waiting. His gaze fell on the dragon brooch pinned to Neville’s shirt, and suddenly Charlie was a lot more invested in this blind date.
Neville took a seat opposite Charlie, giving him a slow look up and down. His face flushed when he realised Charlie had noticed, but Neville kept his eyes locked on Charlie’s.
“Hey, Neville,” Charlie smiled. “Boy am I glad to see you.”
“R-really?” Neville stammered, rosy cheeks turning even redder. “I mean, me too. I wasn’t sure about this whole blind date thing to begin with.”
“Same here,” Charlie admitted. “Usually they end up a bust, but now I think this could be quite promising.”
Charlie was a natural flirt; he just couldn’t help it. It seemed imperative to show Neville he was after more than just sex, though, even if sex was on his mind too. Charlie wondered if Neville’s dick was as thick as the rest of him-Charlie was usually a strict top, but with Neville he’d be more than happy to switch.
He shook his head; he was in a public coffee shop, for Merlin’s sake! Thinking about Neville’s cock could wait for later.
“So tell me, Neville,” Charlie purred. “What do you do for work?”
Neville gave Charlie a lengthy description of his gardening work and his greenhouses, and Charlie found himself hooked on every word. Charlie loved the outdoors and so it was refreshing talking with somebody who clearly felt the same way and wasn’t afraid to get their hands dirty.
Neville seemed as equally intrigued by Charlie’s talk about dragons, and the conversation flowed easily between them. Chemistry sizzled between them, at least in Charlie’s opinion, and was pleased that Neville was both easy to talk to and-hopefully-attracted to Charlie.
“Would you like to take a walk with me?” Charlie asked after their coffees were long finished. It was getting late and the coffee shop would be closing soon, but Charlie wasn’t ready for their date to end.
“I’d like that,” Neville smiled.
They strolled out of the coffee shop together, winter causing the night to fall early and bathe the streets in darkness. It suited Charlie, though, because once they were far enough away from the small crush of people he stopped, giving Neville a suggestive smirk.
He tilted his head toward Neville’s. “May I?”
Neville nodded, and Charlie wasted no time in kissing him. Their lips moved together, Neville’s mouth hot and eager beneath Charlie’s. Charlie grasped Neville’s waist as Neville hooked his arms around the back of Charlie’s neck to pull him closer.
Charlie could feel his cock stirring, and the hardness pressing against his thigh told him he wasn’t the only one getting turned on by it.
“I’m glad Harry set us up on this,” Neville said breathlessly as they pulled apart.
Charlie grinned widely. “Sirius was the one who got me here, which only confirms my suspicions that-”
“Harry and Sirius are shagging,” Neville finished, eyes widening. “That makes so much sense.”
“Mmm,” Charlie agreed. “Maybe you ought to come back to mine so we can discuss our theories about them.”
Neville flushed again, but he looked boldly at Charlie. “On one condition-only if I can make you breakfast in the morning.”
Charlie grinned; he had a feeling he and Neville were going to get along just fine.
Recipient: digthewriter
Title: The Set Up
Pairing: Harry/Sirius, Neville/Charlie, background mention of Hermione/Ginny and one-time Harry/Sirius/Draco
Rating: R
Word Count: 2270
Summary: Harry and Sirius, who are dating in secret, decide to set their good friends, Neville and Charlie, up on a blind date
Author's Notes: digthewriter, so basically I think I hit nearly all of your likes :D This was a lot of fun to write, and I think you may have gotten me really into the Neville/Charlie ship now lol.
“Why so glum, mate?” Sirius asked, sliding into the tatty, red leather seats of the bar booth. “I thought we were here to have a good time and get pissed?”
Charlie grinned at him, reaching for one of the beer bottles which Sirius had just placed on the table.
“I’m not glum,” Charlie retorted. “I’m moderately peeved, at worst.”
Sirius snorted. Though he and Charlie were over a decade apart in age, they got on exceeding well. Charlie had moved to the Welsh Dragon Reserve after the end of the war to be closer to his family, and upon his arrival Sirius had taken him out for a welcome drink...and three years later their friendship was still going strong.
“Why are you moderately peeved?” Sirius teased, raising an elegant brow.
“Ginny and Hermione have just announced they're dating,” Charlie said, fingers picking at the label on his beer bottle until tiny pieces of paper littered the scratched wood of their table. “I’m happy for Ginny, of course, but now I'm the only one of my siblings who’s still single.”
Ginny and Hermione...unexpected pairing, in Sirius’s eyes, but he could see how they'd work together; they'd make quite a formidable couple, in fact.
“I didn't know you were such a romantic at heart,” Sirius frowned. “Are you sure a good shag won't cheer you up?”
“I want more than a good shag,” Charlie admitted, adding with a grin, “wouldn't say no to a shag, but only if we go on at least one date as well. What about you? For all your talk of shagging I’ve not seen you pull anyone for almost a year.”
Sirius shrugged. “My standards have just got exceedingly high, I expect.”
So high that the only people Sirius wanted in his bed now were young men with bright green eyes and shaggy black hair, with wondrous flexibility, and who were totally inappropriate for Sirius to sleep with but impossible to give up.
“I’m picky, but I know what I want,” Sirius added with a knowing smirk, which only made Charlie furrow his brows in confusion.
Sirius had kept his choice in partner a secret, though if he ever told anyone it would be Charlie.
Yes, Charlie was a good friend of Sirius’s, and Sirius was nothing if not good to his friends.
***
Harry opened the door, only to be instantly pounced on by Sirius, wrapped in his tight embrace as Sirius’s lips moved against his hungrily.
Harry melted into the kiss, pushing up on his tiptoes as his hands grasped the firm, lean muscles of Sirius’s arms.
They pulled apart gasping for air, and Sirius dropped his head to Harry’s shoulder, his breath hot against the sensitive skin of Harry’s neck.
“I missed you,” Sirius murmured, hands reaching down into the back pockets of Harry’s jeans so he could grip his arse. “Couldn’t stop thinking about you all bloody night.”
Sirius ground against Harry, his hard length pressing insistently against him. Harry felt his own cock stirring, and he pushed up into Sirius’s body.
“Come on, then,” Harry urged breathlessly. “Fuck me right up against this wall.”
Sirius wasted no time in shedding their clothes and preparing Harry, shoving inside him roughly as Harry wrapped his legs around Sirius’s waist and gave into the pleasure of Sirius’s desperate pace.
It was always like that between them, passionate and hungry and demanding. Nobody knew they’d been sleeping together for nearly a year, and pretending to be nothing more than friends in front of other people took its toll; it made them both desperate to make the most of their time alone.
Harry and Sirius weren’t ashamed of being together, but they knew they’d most definitely face a lot of questions and judgement both because of the age difference and Sirius being Harry’s godfather, and neither of them could be bothered with dealing with that.
Later, after their needs had been sated, Harry curled up on the sofa next to Sirius, cuddled against his side. Harry’s fingers toyed with the inky black strands of Sirius’s soft hair, curling his fingers around it.
“So did you and Charlie have a nice time?” Harry asked, pleased that Sirius had been able to befriend somebody despite the pain of losing James and Remus. “Molly keeps trying to set me up with him.”
Sirius snorted. “And you had to explain Charlie was far too young for you?”
Harry rolled his eyes as he looked up at Sirius’s grinning face. For all Sirius joked about their age gap, for somebody gone forty, Sirius was still exceedingly handsome.
“I just told her I was worried it would make Ron uncomfortable,” Harry said. “And that if I had to date any of her sons it would be Bill, but he is straight and accounted for.”
“Ah yes, the red-haired version of me,” Sirius beamed. “I have no intention of giving you over to Charlie, but he was telling me he’s looking to date somebody. I’m going to set him up on a blind date, but I’m stuck on who to get as his blind date-you know anyone who might be up for it?”
Harry sat up, alert, and he grinned eagerly. “I have the perfect somebody in mind; you give Charlie a time and place, and I’ll make sure there’s someone there to meet him.”
***
Neville furrowed his brow as he looked down at his Snapdragons, biting his lip as he carefully pruned the flowers.
A bell jingled above him, alerting him to somebody waiting at the door to the cottage. Quickly finishing the part he’d been working on, Neville stood and wiped his muddy hands on his cream apron as he hurried out the greenhouse and through the garden, heading back into his home.
He was surprised to see Harry waiting for him, and ushered him into the cottage so Neville could put on a pot of tea.
“Aren’t you going to take off your scarf?” Neville asked after they got settled, gaze falling on the silver grey fabric wrapped around Harry’s neck, and the tiny smudge of purple skin which it had failed to hide.
“I’m a bit chilly today,” Harry muttered, his cheeks flushing.
Neville said nothing, hiding his smile by taking a sip of tea. If Harry wasn’t going to admit he was dating somebody, Neville couldn’t openly call him out on it.
“So what brings you by unexpectedly?” Neville asked. “Not that I’m not happy to see you!”
Harry grinned. “I know. Actually, I had something I wanted to ask you. Me and- I have a friend who’s struggling to get into the dating game, and I thought; who do I know who’s gay and available and would be a great match for him.”
Neville didn’t comment on Harry’s near slip-up. “Who is it?”
The thought of going on a date sent a mix of terror and excitement through him. Neville had been single for a while now, and hadn’t had much luck in the dating game; he tended to overthink things and get nervous, and usually messed up his chances on the first date.
“Well,” Harry said slowly, rubbing the back of his neck. “I thought it would be fun if we made it a blind date.”
“Is that how you and your boyfriend met?” Neville asked before he could stop himself.
“No, we...Neville, you sly bastard,” Harry said, grinning. “I’d wager you almost have to say yes to my proposition now.”
“I wasn’t planning on tricking you, it just slipped out,” Neville said sheepishly. “But are you sure I’d be the right date for your friend?”
“Of course I’m sure!” Harry smiled. “You’re both independent and outdoorsy, and I’m pretty sure he’s your type.”
Neville’s type tended to fall towards muscular, bearded men. Red hair was always a bonus, too.
“Fine,” Neville said with a sigh. “Send me on this blind date; I hope you’re right in thinking me and this mystery man will get on well.”
“You’ll have a great time, Neville, trust me,” Harry assured.
“Can you tell me one thing, though?” Neville asked, unable to contain his curiosity. “About your mystery man; why won’t you tell anybody who it is? He isn’t Draco Malfoy, is he?”
Neville could see Harry and Malfoy working together in some kind of hate-sex way.
Harry snorted, shaking his head. “No, definitely not Malfoy. I mean, me and my bloke had a threesome with him once but...God, stop asking me questions, Neville, and unless it’s an emergency I can’t let you cancel this blind date now. You owe me.”
Neville laughed.
***
Charlie tapped his fingers on the table as he waited, the smell of coffee wafting enticingly through the small shop. He still wasn’t sure if he was grateful or annoyed at Sirius for setting him up on a blind date; it wasn’t Charlie’s usual thing.
He did have to admit he’d been moping a little bit about being single recently, but that didn’t mean it was an invitation for everyone to try and set him up with someone-especially because usually their idea of a good date was not the same as Charlie’s.
Charlie was stocky with thick muscles, and had a chin full of red hair. As a result, people tended to think he preferred to date other bears, or went for the slender types.
His mother, for example, kept trying to set him up with Harry. While Harry was attractive, he was far too skinny and a bit of a twink. He was pretty sure that he wasn’t Harry’s type either; Charlie suspected that Harry was into tall, aristocratic brunettes who were twice his age.
No, Charlie liked blokes with round stomachs, thick thighs, and rosy cheeks. There was one like that he’d seen around, but while Charlie was usually good at starting conversations with people, he’d never been able to make a move, plagued by nerves which Charlie was usually able to fight away.
He had a yellow flower pinned to shirt so his date would know who to look for, and Sirius had told Charlie that his date would have a dragon pin attached to his.
“Charlie?” a soft, uncertain voice said behind him, and Charlie turned to see the object of many of his wank fantasies waiting. His gaze fell on the dragon brooch pinned to Neville’s shirt, and suddenly Charlie was a lot more invested in this blind date.
Neville took a seat opposite Charlie, giving him a slow look up and down. His face flushed when he realised Charlie had noticed, but Neville kept his eyes locked on Charlie’s.
“Hey, Neville,” Charlie smiled. “Boy am I glad to see you.”
“R-really?” Neville stammered, rosy cheeks turning even redder. “I mean, me too. I wasn’t sure about this whole blind date thing to begin with.”
“Same here,” Charlie admitted. “Usually they end up a bust, but now I think this could be quite promising.”
Charlie was a natural flirt; he just couldn’t help it. It seemed imperative to show Neville he was after more than just sex, though, even if sex was on his mind too. Charlie wondered if Neville’s dick was as thick as the rest of him-Charlie was usually a strict top, but with Neville he’d be more than happy to switch.
He shook his head; he was in a public coffee shop, for Merlin’s sake! Thinking about Neville’s cock could wait for later.
“So tell me, Neville,” Charlie purred. “What do you do for work?”
Neville gave Charlie a lengthy description of his gardening work and his greenhouses, and Charlie found himself hooked on every word. Charlie loved the outdoors and so it was refreshing talking with somebody who clearly felt the same way and wasn’t afraid to get their hands dirty.
Neville seemed as equally intrigued by Charlie’s talk about dragons, and the conversation flowed easily between them. Chemistry sizzled between them, at least in Charlie’s opinion, and was pleased that Neville was both easy to talk to and-hopefully-attracted to Charlie.
“Would you like to take a walk with me?” Charlie asked after their coffees were long finished. It was getting late and the coffee shop would be closing soon, but Charlie wasn’t ready for their date to end.
“I’d like that,” Neville smiled.
They strolled out of the coffee shop together, winter causing the night to fall early and bathe the streets in darkness. It suited Charlie, though, because once they were far enough away from the small crush of people he stopped, giving Neville a suggestive smirk.
He tilted his head toward Neville’s. “May I?”
Neville nodded, and Charlie wasted no time in kissing him. Their lips moved together, Neville’s mouth hot and eager beneath Charlie’s. Charlie grasped Neville’s waist as Neville hooked his arms around the back of Charlie’s neck to pull him closer.
Charlie could feel his cock stirring, and the hardness pressing against his thigh told him he wasn’t the only one getting turned on by it.
“I’m glad Harry set us up on this,” Neville said breathlessly as they pulled apart.
Charlie grinned widely. “Sirius was the one who got me here, which only confirms my suspicions that-”
“Harry and Sirius are shagging,” Neville finished, eyes widening. “That makes so much sense.”
“Mmm,” Charlie agreed. “Maybe you ought to come back to mine so we can discuss our theories about them.”
Neville flushed again, but he looked boldly at Charlie. “On one condition-only if I can make you breakfast in the morning.”
Charlie grinned; he had a feeling he and Neville were going to get along just fine.