Wait for someone to help you.

"Could we fight off the dragon?" you ask.

"It's a long shot", Charlie replies.

"Then we'd better wait", you say. "I don't want to risk getting charred. I've already faced one dragon this term."

Charlie smiles at you. You both sit in silence for a few minutes. The quietness suggests that the dragon has left. You are about to ask Charlie if it's safe to leave, when you hear a roar for the other side of the wall. You realise that the dragon had been waiting outside, waiting for you or Charlie to leave the hut. Now, she's angry. The wall behind you heats up as the dragon shoots fire at it. You just up, and sit close to Charlie, suddenly scared.

"Can she melt the stones?" you ask in a frightened whisper.

"No", Charlie replies, with a wry smile. "But it'll get a bit warm in here."

He looks at you, and noticing the tightened expression on your face, puts a comforting hand around your shoulders.

The temperature in the hut rises as the Short-Snout continues to bombard it with fire. Charlie and you both begin to sweat, and you move away from the stones that are beginning to glow red.

"It's like a sauna in here!" you say, as you wipe your brow. "Do you mind if I take off my shirt? It's too hot."

Charlie nods, panting. You peel off your shirt, and throw it next to you on the floor. Looking around, you notice that Charlie has also taken off his shirt. You see a series of scars lining his chest. Charlie catches your gaze, and shrugs.

"I got on the bad side of a Horntail", he says with a laugh. "You know how grumpy they get."

You can't look away. The gouges are white, even against Charlie's pale skin, cross from the centre of his chest, across his left pectoral, and down under his arm. Your eyes trace the path of the scars, and then inadvertently take in Charlie's well-defined six-pack. None of the people who you see in the showers are as ripped at Charlie. It seems that dealing with dragons made Charlie really fit. You look up as Charlie snorts, and Charlie winks at you. You blush, and look away.

"Don't be embarrassed", Charlie says. "I like the attention. And… you've also something worth looking at."

You look up sharply, and catch a look of undisguised lust on Charlie's face. He edges closer to you, and you stammer out excuses.

"W-wait!" you protest. "Your brother is my best friend."

"You don't have to tell Ron anything", Charlie says. "What he doesn't know won't hurt him."

Charlie runs his calloused hands across your bare chest, and you shiver, despite the heat from the dragon's fire.

"Don't worry", he adds, flashing a reassuring smile at you. "I'll take care of you."

Charlie leans down, and takes one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking and nibbling on it. You half-heartedly try to pull away, but Charlie's mouth feels too good. Charlie holds you close, as his mouth moves up, leaving a trail of saliva that soon evaporates in the heat. He captures your mouth in his, and you lean into the kiss, succumbing to your feelings. One of Charlie's hands cradles your head, his fingers intertwined in your hair, while his other explores your chest, tracing its way down to your belly button, then further down. You let out an audible moan as Charlie's hand squeezes your cock through your jeans.

"That feels so good", you gasp.

Charlie's face lights up.

"I'm happy you're pleased", he says. "I've had my eye of you since the Quidditch World Cup, and I'm happy to have the chance to see all of you."

You flush with embarrassment at Charlie's compliment, but don't protest as the redhead unzips your jeans, and pulls them and you boxers to your ankles. He stares as your half-hard cock for a moment, then leans down, and gives it a kiss. You gasp, and try to wriggle away, uncomfortable with this intimacy, but Charlie hold you firm as he takes your cock into his mouth. The feeling of his warm, moist mouth in your cock stops you struggling, and you moan in pleasure again. Charlie's tongue does complex manoeuvres on your cock, sending waves of pleasure through you. All you can do is lie there as Charlie sucks you off.

Finally, you reach the edge. But just before you can cum, Charlie pulls off you. You thrust up into the air, **** for any friction to help you get off, but Charlie has moved away, and is holding your hands to stop you jerking of to completion.

"Not yet, Harry", he says.

Charlie straddles your chest. Somehow, you didn't notice when, Charlie has stripped naked. His hard cock bounces off your chin as he settles himself. You look down cross-eyed, trying to desperately see Charlie's cock. Charlie smiles at your antics.

"You can return the favour if you want", he says.

You look up startled as you realise what he means.

"I've never sucked a cock before", you say hesitantly.

"There's always time to learn", Charlie replies, a smile still hovering on his lips.

Charlie climbs off you, and sits on the floor. You lie between his legs, his cock pointing directly at your face.

"What do I do now?" you ask, unsure where exactly to begin.

"Start by licking my cock", Charlie recommends. "Then, when you feel more confident, you can progress to sucking it. The trick is to do things that you would like if someone did it to you. That normally works."

Experimentally, you lick the head of Charlie's cock. He moans softly. Encouraged, you lick it all the way down to its base. Except for a slight salty taste of sweat, Charlie's cock is mostly tasteless, and definitely not any strong tastes like you expected. Soon, you feel bold enough to take the head of Charlie's cock in your mouth. Charlie gives you advice as you progress, and soon you are managing to take half of Charlie's cock into your mouth. When Charlie finally pushes you off him, you complain, but Charlie stops you.

"I've got something better for you", he explains, turning around, and spreading his cheeks, to show you his quivering hole. "I want you to fuck me, Harry."

You blush at the carnal language, and at the passion in Charlie's voice, but you nonetheless line up your cock with Charlie's hole, and thrust inside. Your both let out simultaneous groans. Charlie feels warm and tight around your cock, the pressure making you hornier each time you thrust in.

Finally, Charlie yells out, and cums on the floor under him. His arse tightens, pressing your cock. You pull out of Charlie, and a few strikes are enough to push you over the edge. You cum onto Charlie's arse, as his hole twitches in the absence of anything inside it. Both you and Charlie lie in the ground for a few minutes, spent, before Charlie sits up.

"We'd better put on our clothes", he suggests. "Rescue should be here soon."

You just manage to dress before a loud bang blows the door off its hinges. You flinch back, sure the Short-Snout is about to burst through, but instead, a number of men and women in fire-resistant robes stride in.

"Thank god you're both alright", the leading man says, pulling Charlie up, and into a hug.

You walk out of the hut, and are immediately ounces upon by Hagrid.

"You alright?" he asked worriedly.

"Yeah", you say. "I barely even noticed the dragon was there."