Word Count: ~850
Rating: PG (this part, NC-17 overall)
Challenge: hp_may_madness 2016 Day #14: Faded, roses, butterfly, "It's a good thing."
Author's Notes: Unbeta'd. Fun fact: A group of butterflies is called a kaleidoscope. How perfect and awesome is that?
Draco entire body buzzed with anticipation as he walked across the grounds to his Care of Magical Creatures class. This would be his first time really seeing Charlie in weeks. He'd gotten a glimpse of him at dinner the previous night, but seeing him across a crowded hall was far different from the more intimate class setting. Though even from that distance last night, Draco could tell his feelings hadn't faded with the time and space.
He crested the hill and there Charlie was, broad shoulders and sturdy frame outlined in the bright January sun. A whole kaleidoscope of butterflies took flight in Draco's stomach.
"Alright, class. Since the year is nearly halfway over, this week I'll be spending the class sessions in one-on-one meetings with all of you to get an update on how your projects are coming along." Charlie passed a sheet of parchment to the student closest to him. "Please fill out your preferred time slot here. I'll meet with two of you per class session. Please use the independant class time to continue working on your project."
Draco was the last to receive the parchment, noting with little surprise that all of the later slots had filled, leaving only the earliest slot available. Draco signed his name with a flourish, feeling pleased and a little nauseated that he would get to speak with Charlie privately so soon.
The rest of the students began ambling off. Draco stood and made his way towards Charlie, handing him the parchment.
"Looks like you're my first," Charlie said with a grin.
"I doubt that," Draco said reflexively, eyes widening as his brain caught up with his mouth. Charlie's brows rose, lips twitching into a smile.
"A compliment, or an insult?" Charlie teased. Draco's cheeks flushed, and Charlie's grin broadened. "A compliment then."
"Shall we discuss my project, sir?" Draco asked, trying to change the subject. Judging by the way Charlie's eyes darkened, is hadn't worked.
"I think I'm already well caught up on your project, actually, given our weekend sessions these past few months."
"Oh," Draco said, feeling off-balance and wrong-footed. "Um, in that case, how was your break?"
"It was wonderful. I haven't been back in England for Christmas in several years, so it was nice to be back home for the holidays." Charlie shifted to run a hand through his hair, the sleeve of his robe falling down to reveal a flash of ink.
"What's that?" Draco asked, his hand reaching out and grabbing Charlie's wrist without a thought. Charlie let Draco pull his arm forward, twisting to reveal a tattoo that had definitely not been there the last time they'd seen one another. Wrapped around his forearm, right below his elbow, was a cluster of intricate roses in vibrant red, wreathed with dark green thorns. It was beautiful. And undeniably sexy.
"Yeah," Charlie said, his voice a little rough. Draco let go of his arm and stepped back, face hot. "Figured it was time to get another one."
"Another one?" Draco squeaked. He hadn't known that Charlie had tattoos. Fuck, just when he thought the man couldn't be any more appealing, he had to go and add ink to the mix. Draco felt a pang of regret that he hadn't seen more of Charlie's naked skin when they'd hooked up in that club.
Charlie's grin was wicked. "Yeah, I've got a few others. But they're in places I don't usually display in front of polite company."
Draco gulped, biting back a promise to be very rude indeed if Charlie promised to show him his other tattoos. "Why roses?"
"I liked the look of them."
Draco stared at him incredulously. "You liked the look of them?" That hardly seemed like a good enough reason to get something permanently etched into your skin. Draco supposed there were worse reasons though. His father's Marked arm came to mind.
"Sometimes it's good to do things, to have things, just because you want them. Pleasure doesn't always have to be so complicated."
Draco's throat went dry at the smouldering look Charlie gave him. He felt like he might expire on the spot.
"Yes, well," Draco finally managed to choke out, "Sometimes you also need to think of consequences. Repercussions. Having things because you want them is all well and good, but not if you end up worse off than you started." Charlie continued to smoulder at him. Draco shivered. "We should talk, later. About...things."
"It's a good thing we have a standing appointment this weekend in my quarters, isn't it? We can...talk then."
Draco nodded absently, his mind going a little fuzzy with desire as Charlie took a step closer, like prey hypnotized by the seductive gaze of a predator.
A burst of laughter rang out from over hill, and Draco snapped back into himself. Hastily he gathered up his things, doing his best to not look directly at Charlie, lest he be pulled in again by his undeniable allure.
"I'll just be going now. I'll...see you on Saturday."
Before Charlie could utter another seductive word, Draco sped off towards the castle.