Like smoke drifts through the night air so does he drift through Ron's Mind. He notes the similarities. He's graceful and fast. Easy to see but impossible to hold. Charming and beautiful, but will burn if you get too close. Ron stares deeply into the fire and is filled with longing and the weight of his repressed desires.
"What's on your mind?" Charlie's voice echoes into the night around them. Ron raises his eyes to meet the matching set across from him. Perhaps it's the Romanian alcohol, or perhaps it's just wishful thinking that he sees a matching longing in them.
"Nothing." Ron shrugs. Charlie is silent considering you from his seat. He gets to his feet.
"Best we turn in, morning comes all too soon. By the way, you'll have to bunk in with me." The older redhead tosses over his shoulder with a glint in his eye that Ron is certain that he's imagining.
In the darkness, he rolls ontop of you, pinning you to the mattress like when you were little. Except you're not little anymore and neither is he. You're hard and hope he doesn't notice.
"It's ok you know. You never could hide anything from me." Charlie's whispers into your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. Before Ron can decide wheather they're both drunk, or if he's just dreaming, Charlie's lips are on his. Ron gives himself over to it.
Ron wakes up to the sound of Charlie stomping into the living room. He sits up, his head pounding.
"It was just a dream." He mutters to himself. Like smoke in the night he watches Charlie drift away from him in the clarity of the morning sun.