yule_balls_mod (yule_balls_mod) wrote in hp_yule_balls, @ 2008-12-09 12:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2008, character: charlie weasley, character: harry potter, fic, pairing: charlie/harry |
Fic: The Brotherhood of the Wet Pants (Harry/Charlie, NC-17) for midnight_birth
Author: lee_west
Recipient: midnight_birth
Title: The Brotherhood of the Wet Pants
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Charlie/Harry
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended. All characters engaging in sexual activity are 16 years or older.
Summary: Harry always knew he would be part of the Weasley family. He just didn't know which Weasley.
Warnings: Abuse of very un-sexy underwear
Word Count: ~3,790
Author's Notes: midnight_birth, I hope you like this fic. It's my first Charlie/Harry and I tried to include most of your requests. But, because you hate infidelity, I am ignoring EWE, so Harry never married Ginny.
Thank you very much to BC for the use of her powerful wet tighty-whiteys and to my beta, whose name will be disclosed in due time.
The Brotherhood of the Wet Pants
Harry was sitting on his bed, looking at his almost filled trunk. He knew he was forgetting to pack something for his trip, but, for the life of him, he couldn't remember what. He took another quick inventory of the contents of the trunk: jeans and T-shirts, a few pair of shorts, a new pair of pajamas. Underwear – boxers, of course, because he abhorred Y-fronts. He had been forced to wear them while he was young and living with his uncle and aunt, even after Dudley had proclaimed them nerdy and had commanded his mother to buy boxers. For Dudley, of course. Harry still had to wear the horrible tighty-whiteys.
But those were a thing of the past, so he counted again the pairs of boxers he was taking on his trip. His boss had told him that his mission shouldn't take more than a couple of weeks, and Harry had conscientiously packed fourteen pieces of underwear so he wouldn't have to wash them. He wondered how washing was done at the dragon camp. He knew he could always Scourgify T-shirts and jeans, but he hated the feel of underwear that hadn't been properly washed with water and soap.
He had enough clothes, yet there was still that nagging feeling he was forgetting something important. But it was getting late, so, with a sigh, he closed the trunk. He was sure he would be able to find whatever he was missing in Romania.
And it probably wasn't anything too important, or he would have remembered. He Levitated his trunk and closed the door to his flat, ready for a nice mission that involved a couple of weeks of summertime in Romania. Where it was sunny, unlike Britain, and where, with a bit of luck, he might even find some time to go swimming.
He dropped the trunk on the floor and rushed back to his flat. He remembered what he had forgotten: his swimsuit.