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The Second Weasley (Remus/Charlie, R)
Title: The Second Weasley
Pairing: Remus/Charlie (unrequited)
Rating: R
Word Count: 243
Warnings: None.
Disclaimer: Not mine. JKR's.
Summary: Remus chooses the seond Weasley for himself.
Notes: For aoibhe, who requested Remus/Charlie, "No, it doesn't."

The first Weasley was too cool, the third too prissy. The fourth and fifth were too much trouble, the sixth was far too young, and the seventh and last—well. Even if she hadn't been far, far too young, Remus could count on one hand the number of times he'd been intimate with a woman, or desired such.

One hand with all the fingers chopped off.

So.

The second Weasley—the nicely inaccessible one, hidden away in Romania as he was half the time—was the one Remus chose for himself. For his fantasies. For nights when the wind whipped around the house and rattled the shutters and made a lonely old werewolf feel even lonelier and even older.

Fuck, yes, Charlie. The second Weasley remained the subject of Remus's fantasies. Remus wanked over him. Possibly obsessed over him. He'd never really gone for the muscular types before, but something in the second Weasley's casual demeanour, his slow smile, struck a chord in Remus, one that reverberated down his spine and made him shudder during Order meetings.

No, he would tell himself when he wanked, visions of red hair between his thighs, pink lips around his cock. No, it doesn't matter what you want. You must stop this nonsense. But he didn't listen to himself very well, and he came, muffling his shouts in the musty pillow.

The second Weasley must never know, he admonished himself. And this, he obeyed.