Something: Stuck between past and future, harry potter - j. k. rowling fanfic

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Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley, Charlie Weasley, Arthur Weasley/Molly Weasley, Harry Potter/Charlie Weasley, Alexandru Gros, Nita, Katrin, Bogdan, Ghita

Stuck between past and future

April 21, 2025 at 03:26 AM

As the New Year's Eve party reached its crescendo, laughter and chatter filled the air, mingling with the pulsing beat of the music. Charlie's hand found Harry's, fingers intertwining as he pulled him toward the dance floor, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Come on, Harry," Charlie urged, a playful smile tugging at his lips. "You can't sit out on all the fun." Harry hesitated, his feet rooted to the ground as he watched the swirling mass of dancers before them.

"I'm not much of a dancer, Charlie," he protested, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. Charlie chuckled, the sound warm and reassuring.

"That's all right, love. Neither am I," he admitted, his voice soft with affection. "But who cares? It's New Year's Eve, and we're here to celebrate." With a reluctant sigh, Harry relented, allowing Charlie to lead him onto the dance floor. The music shifted to a slower, more romantic tone, the melody wrapping around them like a warm embrace. Harry's heart skipped a beat as he looked into Charlie's eyes, the love and tenderness shining brightly in their depths.

"Would you dance with me?" Charlie asked, his voice barely above a whisper. Harry's breath caught in his throat as he nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"Yes," he replied softly, his voice barely audible over the music. As they swayed together to the rhythm, Harry felt a sense of peace settle over him, the worries and insecurities of the past year fading away in the warmth of Charlie's embrace. Resting his head against Charlie's chest, Harry closed his eyes, allowing himself to get lost in the moment. The world melted away around them, leaving only the two of them, wrapped up in each other's arms. Meanwhile, Ginny watched from the sidelines, her heart heavy with a mixture of longing and envy. Excusing herself from the group of guys vying for her attention, she slipped away to the bathroom, needing a moment alone to collect her thoughts. Ron and Hermione leaned against the bar, their attention momentarily diverted from the pulsing dance floor as they watched Ginny disappear into the crowd. Ron raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at his lips.

"Think she's powdering her nose?" he quipped, a teasing glint in his eyes as he nudged Hermione playfully. Hermione rolled her eyes, swatting Ron's arm with mock annoyance.

"Ron, honestly," she chided, though a small smile played at the corners of her lips. "She's probably just taking a break." Their conversation was interrupted as Ginny reappeared, a mischievous grin on her face as she approached them at the bar.

"Want a drink, guys?" she asked, already flagging down the bartender before they could respond. "I'm buying." Before Ron or Hermione could protest, Ginny had already ordered drinks for the five of them, a playful glint in her eyes as she handed out the glasses. Ron chuckled, shaking his head in amusement.

"Looks like we're in for a good time," he remarked, raising his glass in a silent toast to his sister. "Cheers, Gin." Ginny called out to Harry and Charlie, inviting them to join her for a drink, Harry began to rise from his seat, a smile tugging at his lips. But before he could take a step, Charlie's hand came to rest gently on his arm, halting him in his tracks. Harry looked at Charlie, confusion furrowing his brow.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked, his voice tinged with concern. Charlie hesitated for a moment, his gaze fixed on Ginny across the room.

"I don't know," he admitted quietly, his brow furrowing in concern. "But something feels off about Ginny. I just...I have a gut feeling." Harry's expression softened as he looked at Charlie, a flicker of understanding passing between them. He knew better than to dismiss Charlie's instincts, especially when it came to matters of intuition.

"Alright," Harry replied, nodding in agreement. "Let's be cautious then." With a shared glance, Harry and Charlie made their way over to join Ginny and the others, a sense of unease lingering in the back of Harry's mind. But as they joined the group, Harry pushed aside his worries, determined to enjoy the evening with his friends. As midnight drew near, anticipation hung in the air like a palpable energy, pulsing through the crowded nightclub. The dance floor was alive with movement, bodies swaying to the rhythm of the music as the final moments of the year ticked away. Ginny approached Harry with another drink in hand, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she offered it to him. Harry hesitated, his earlier resolve to abstain from further drinking waning in the face of Ginny's insistence.

"I think I've had enough for tonight, Gin," Harry said, his voice laced with a hint of reluctance. But Ginny was undeterred, her determination evident as she pressed the glass into Harry's hand, urging him to indulge just a little bit more. With a resigned sigh, Harry relented, lifting the glass to his lips and taking a slow sip. The liquid burned its way down his throat, Harry felt a warmth spreading through his body, dulling his senses and clouding his mind. The music seemed to grow louder, the lights brighter, as Harry's thoughts began to drift. Ginny looked stunning, he couldn't help but notice—the way her eyes sparkled with mischief, the curve of her smile as she laughed and danced with abandon. In that moment, Harry found himself captivated by her beauty, his thoughts swirling in a hazy blur of desire and longing. The countdown to midnight reached its climax, Charlie scanned the crowded dance floor, searching for Harry amid the sea of revelers. His heart skipped a beat when he finally caught sight of him, standing near the bar with Ginny, a drink in hand. Making his way through the throng of people, Charlie felt a sense of unease gnawing at him, a nagging suspicion that something wasn't quite right. He couldn't shake the feeling that Ginny's sudden insistence on Harry having another drink was more than just innocent encouragement. As he drew closer, Charlie's apprehension only grew, his instincts screaming at him to intervene before it was too late. And then, just as he reached Harry's side, he saw it—the subtle change in Harry's expression, the flicker of recognition in his eyes as he met Charlie's gaze. In that instant, the effect of whatever potion Ginny had slipped into Harry's drink seemed to dissipate like smoke in the wind, leaving Harry blinking in confusion as he looked up at Charlie. Their eyes locked, and in that shared moment of connection, Charlie felt a surge of relief wash over him. He didn't need potions or magic to know that the bond between them was stronger than any fleeting enchantment—that their love was real and true, anchored in the depths of their souls.

"Charlie," Harry breathed, his voice soft with wonder as he reached out to take Charlie's hand in his own. "I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me." But Charlie just smiled, his heart overflowing with love and gratitude as he pulled Harry into his arms, holding him close.

"It's okay, love," Charlie murmured, pressing a tender kiss to Harry's forehead. "I'm just glad you're back with me." Meanwhile, across the room, Ginny watched the scene unfold with a mixture of frustration and resignation. Her plan to use the love potion to her advantage had failed miserably, undone by the unbreakable bond between Harry and Charlie. With a sigh, Ginny turned away, her thoughts already shifting to other pursuits. She made her way over to Ron and Hermione, a smile plastered on her face as she joined them in celebrating the new year, leaving behind the failed attempt to win Harry's affections once and for all.

As the countdown to midnight began, the energy in the room soared to new heights. The DJ pumped up the volume, the beat of the music pulsing through the air as everyone gathered near the stage, anticipation building with each passing moment.

"Ten! Nine! Eight!" The crowd joined in, their voices rising in unison as they counted down the seconds to the new year. Charlie's heart raced as he glanced at Harry, a smile playing at the corners of his lips. This was it—the moment they had been waiting for, the chance to leave the past behind and embrace the promise of the future together.

"Seven! Six! Five!" The excitement was palpable, the air charged with electricity as they neared the stroke of midnight. With a surge of adrenaline, Charlie reached out and took Harry's hand in his own, pulling him close as the final seconds ticked away.

"Four! Three! Two!" The anticipation reached its peak, the crowd holding its breath as they prepared to welcome the new year with open arms. And then, as the clock struck midnight, the room erupted into cheers and applause, confetti raining down from above in a colorful cascade of celebration. Amidst the chaos and revelry, Charlie leaned in and captured Harry's lips in a tender kiss, sealing their love in the first moments of the new year. Ron and Hermione followed suit, their own kisses filled with warmth and affection as they welcomed the future together.

"Happy New Year!" Charlie whispered against Harry's lips, his heart overflowing with love and hope for the journey that lay ahead.

"Happy New Year, love," Harry murmured in reply, his eyes shining with joy as he returned Charlie's embrace. As they basked in the glow of the new year, surrounded by friends and loved ones, they knew that whatever challenges they face, they would do it together.