A/N: For the Sherlock Competition (Part 1, #9: write a slash fic), and the Ultimate Shipping Extravaganza (CharlieDraco). For Sam, because it's her fault I ship this. Sam says that it's okay, she'll take the credit because CharlieDraco is love.

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Charlie tells himself that he's going to end it. If he keeps on like this, forever the dirty little secret, the affair, he's going to break.

Draco has a wife, a kid. Those are things Charlie has never wanted, but that doesn't mean that Draco shouldn't have them. That doesn't mean that Charlie wants to take it away, to pull Draco down to the life of being an eternal bachelor.

"It's over," he tells himself, lifting his hand to knock on the great oak door. "It's over. It's over. It's-"

But the thought dies when Draco opens the door and pulls Charlie into a rough, needing kiss. Charlie still doesn't understand how someone so much shorter, so much smaller can be so forceful, so in control.

"Took you long enough," Draco growls against his lips, pushing door closed. "Astoria and Scorpius left an hour ago."

Charlie says nothing, just allows himself to be pressed against the door and bites the inside of his mouth as Draco kisses little bruises onto his chest.

"You wanted to tell me something?" Draco murmurs, but his tone makes it clear that he only wants one thing, and it has nothing to do with listening.

Charlie opens his mouth to speak, but only a groan escapes as Draco's teeth graze over his neck.

"Well?" the younger wizard presses impatiently.

And Charlie knows he should answer. Things have gone too far, and there's no turning back. Even so, there should be a stopping point. This should be that point.

But all he can do is close his eyes and pull Draco closer. "It can wait."