Word Count: ~450
Rating: PG this part, NC-17 overall
Challenge: hp_may_madness 2016 Day #21: Wicked, azure, single malt whisky
Author's Notes: Unbeta'd.
"It's good to see you, mate." Sven's voice was loud in Charlie's cramped quarters, used to expansive spaces and competition with roaring dragons. Charlie grinned.
"So they sent you, eh? I thought the point was to send a competent dragon trainer, so all the children don't get eaten." Charlie teased.
He stretched out his back as he spoke. They'd spent the afternoon securing the dragon that Sven and several others had brought over from the Romanian reserve for Charlie's Care of Magical Creatures class. The Opaleye was just a baby but growing fast. He'd be far too large for safe transport in just a few short weeks. Charlie was lucky he managed to snag this window—there were only a few hatchlings a year, and the window for moving them was small indeed.
Sven's booming laugh echoed through the room. "I missed you, Charlie. Reserve's not the same without your ugly mug."
Charlie poured them another round from the bottle of single malt whisky Sven had brought over. "I do miss it, but there's something to be said to being closer to home. This teaching gig isn't half-bad either."
"Yes," Sven said, his voice turning sly and his smile turning wicked, "Tell me more about this teaching and why it's got you looking like the kneazle who's caught the Snidget."
Sven and him had shared a room at the reserve for several years, and he knew Charlie well—maybe too well. "I...may have started seeing somebody."
"Oh?" Sven's azure eyes lit up with curiosity.
"Yeah, it's...complicated, but we're seeing where things go." Charlie couldn't stop the insistent smile from spreading across his face at the thought of Draco. He hadn't told him that the class on Dragons would be tomorrow. Charlie couldn't wait to see his reaction.
"It's like that, is it? I don't think I've ever seen you so smitten!"
"He's something else. It came out of nowhere, but...I can't remember the last time I wanted somebody so badly." Badly enough that Charlie had jumped through a considered number of hoops to arrange for a Dragon to be brought onto Hogwarts grounds just for Draco. He'd had to convince not only the Headmistress, but a whole delegation of Ministry officials. And once it'd been approved, he'd been buried in legal paperwork and arrangements. It was no small task, but Charlie knew that seeing Draco's expression would make everything worth it.
"Ah, well," Sven said, holding his glass up and toasting Charlie, "I am happy you are happy. You deserve it, my friend. Though I can tell there is more to the story." Charlie flashed him a sheepish smile as they both downed their whiskies. Charlie went about pouring them another glass as Sven made himself comfortable on Charlie's sofa.
"Now," Sven rumbled, somehow managing to sound conspiratorial, despite the high volume of his voice. "Tell me everything."