Romeo's and Heroes.
Disclaimer - Everything - except the plot - belongs to J.K Rowling, so don't sue me. You won't get anything.
Summary - Set after Hogwarts, Harry and Draco are partners, they live together but they are having some problems...
Pairings- H/D, Oliver/Marcus
Rating - I think it has to be R A/N - this is a small thing that has been haunting me for ages. But I really don't know how it will go.
Thanks to my beta for working this story
Enjoy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"Draco, get a move on." Harry called into the bathroom, for the third time. He turned back to reading the magazine he was reading to pass time. He had been ready for an hour now, after Draco had picked out his clothes. If only it was that easy for Draco.
'Fashion freak' Harry thought, while reading an article about Broomsticks.
"For the last time, I'm coming" Shouted Draco a few seconds later, while styling his hair looking into the large mirror, Standing shirtless with a towel draped over his shoulders.
The two had been together for almost 3 years now. Draco was now working for the ministry and Harry had been playing Quidditch for Puddlemere United for two seasons. The two had got together half way through 7th year just after the war and they were the happiest people in the world. It had taken some time but in the end everyone was accepting, even Draco's parents.
Now they were going to a party. Harry's team had just won the League and Oliver Wood, the captain was throwing a party. They should have been there half an hour ago but as usual Draco was taking his time.
"Look, I'm gonna go without you soon. I really need to be there." Harry warned, while walking into the bathroom, seeing what was taking so long.
"I'll be ready soon, but go look out my shirt from the wardrobe." Draco said impatiently, he hated being rushed and as usual Harry was rushing him.
Harry walked over to the large wardrobe. He instantly picked out Draco's favourite shirt. It had been a gift from Harry on Valentine's Day and he wore it whenever he could, he was told it brought out his eyes.
Draco sauntered out of the bathroom and kissed Harry briefly before picking up the shirt and dressing.
Ten minutes passed and both boys were apparating to the party. As they walked in Harry was attacked by the rest of the team, every member trying to hug the young Seeker who had brought the team to victory.
"Harry, Draco, glad you could make it. Come on and get a drink." Oliver shouted over the blaring music.
Harry grabbed Draco's hand and followed Oliver over to the bar. The room was dark with lights periodically flashing. It made it difficult to see where Oliver was going, so in the end Harry grabbed Oliver's shirt.
"What will you have?" Oliver asked while grabbing two cups.
"Whiskey" Both boys answered together, at this Oliver burst into laughter, laughing at the predictability of the couple.
"Anyway, make yourself at home. Well blend in s much as the two of you can. I'm going to go find Marcus." Oliver shouted at the two and walked away looking for his lover. Draco had his arm round Harry's waist. Harry noticed when Oliver had said Marcus, Draco tensed considerably. Draco and Marcus both worked at the ministry. They had once or twice worked together. Harry thought the two were friends. He would have to ask later.
The two went to mingle. Plenty of their friends were there so it was easy to find someone.
"Harry, ill be right back." Draco whispered in his lovers' ear and walked away before Harry could say anything.
20 minutes past and Draco never returned. Harry was a little more than drunk, so decided to go find him. He wandered around the room, but couldn't find his lover. He did find Oliver though.
"Oliver! Have you seen Draco?" Harry slurred slightly.
"No, I'm looking for Marcus." Oliver replied, still looking over the crowd. Harry's Stomach flipped worry taking over, his mind racing back to earlier and Draco's tenseness. He grabbed Oliver's arm. All signs of drink were fading fast.
'What if their in a fight' Harry thought worriedly.
"Come on!" Harry called and led the slightly confused man behind him over to the Door. They looked out but didn't see the two missing men. Harry started heading towards the toilets next thinking that the two could be in there. He stopped though before they got in when Oliver tugged on his arm.
"What's going on Harry?" Oliver asked, still very confused.
"Draco was very tense about Marcus earlier; I think that they fell out or something. I'm thinking that they could be together, in a fight or something." Oliver nodded and they started walking again.
Harry strode in to the toilet with Oliver right behind him, it was empty. Harry sighed and turned around, thinking where else they could be. But something caught his eye. The end cubicle was closed. Harry's mind jumped to another conclusion straight away. Oliver had seemed to catch onto Harry's train of thoughts after seeing the closed cubicle and he looked tense. Oliver and Harry both stood still, they could hear the gentle rustle of clothing, and Oliver could feel himself turn green.
Harry hesitantly but quietly walked over to the door. He pulled it open. Oliver came up behind him.
"Oh god." Oliver whispered, he ran into an empty cubicle and threw up all the alcohol and food he consumed over the past twelve hours.
"You Bastard." Harry growled, while turning to see to Oliver who was still throwing up.
"Oh my god. What have I done?" whispered a sweat covered Draco, looking in shock as he pulled his trousers up hastily.
"Me." Was the simple reply from Marcus Flint, while picking his shirt up off the floor. His coldness and crudeness was usual, but the look in his eyes was not, he looked lost.
Both men left the cramped cubicle to find their other halves. They didn't have far to go. In the next cubicle Harry and Oliver were on the floor. Oliver had stopped being sick and had flushed the toilet but both men were still sitting, frozen in the shock.
"Oliver, Lets go talk."
"No Marcus. I have nothing to say to you." Marcus looked at his lover lying on the ground. He made a move to go forward but it was stopped.
"DON'T COME NEAR ME!" Oliver Screamed, making Draco and Marcus Jump. Marcus sighed and turned around, he knew he would get nowhere with Oliver in that state of mind. He walked out of the bathroom and left the party, wondering where he was going to stay tonight and wondering how this would all be sorted out.
Oliver stood up he looked down at Harry. "I'll come see you in the morning, and hey at least they weren't fighting." Both men laughed at this but it was a very short lived one, Oliver brushed past Draco and he too left the toilet.
"Harry," Draco whispered. "Oh Harry, I'm so sorry."
"Don't talk to me."
"Please. We need to talk." Draco pleaded as Harry stood up, looking all to calm for Draco's liking.
"Was I no good? Was I such a bad lay you needed to get it from somewhere else?" Harry whispered, still as calm as he was.
"Oh god no, I don't know what happened, but I love you." Draco muttered. "You love me?" Harry asked. "You think that that makes it all better."
"No, but please let's work it out."
Harry didn't reply. He stared at Draco with disgust. His anger boiled up inside now, his calm appearance quickly fading. Before Draco knew what was happening, Harry's fist connected with his Jaw, knocking him to the ground.
"Don't come near me." Harry whispered dangerously while bending , before kissing Draco Hard on the lips. "Ugh, you taste of cum. I thought you hated giving blow jobs."
Harry swiftly stood up and walked out of the toilet, leaving Draco alone on the floor.
"God, what have I done?"
Tbc..
Well.. Was that ok? If you liked it review please.
Disclaimer - Everything - except the plot - belongs to J.K Rowling, so don't sue me. You won't get anything.
Summary - Set after Hogwarts, Harry and Draco are partners, they live together but they are having some problems...
Pairings- H/D, Oliver/Marcus
Rating - I think it has to be R A/N - this is a small thing that has been haunting me for ages. But I really don't know how it will go.
Thanks to my beta for working this story
Enjoy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"Draco, get a move on." Harry called into the bathroom, for the third time. He turned back to reading the magazine he was reading to pass time. He had been ready for an hour now, after Draco had picked out his clothes. If only it was that easy for Draco.
'Fashion freak' Harry thought, while reading an article about Broomsticks.
"For the last time, I'm coming" Shouted Draco a few seconds later, while styling his hair looking into the large mirror, Standing shirtless with a towel draped over his shoulders.
The two had been together for almost 3 years now. Draco was now working for the ministry and Harry had been playing Quidditch for Puddlemere United for two seasons. The two had got together half way through 7th year just after the war and they were the happiest people in the world. It had taken some time but in the end everyone was accepting, even Draco's parents.
Now they were going to a party. Harry's team had just won the League and Oliver Wood, the captain was throwing a party. They should have been there half an hour ago but as usual Draco was taking his time.
"Look, I'm gonna go without you soon. I really need to be there." Harry warned, while walking into the bathroom, seeing what was taking so long.
"I'll be ready soon, but go look out my shirt from the wardrobe." Draco said impatiently, he hated being rushed and as usual Harry was rushing him.
Harry walked over to the large wardrobe. He instantly picked out Draco's favourite shirt. It had been a gift from Harry on Valentine's Day and he wore it whenever he could, he was told it brought out his eyes.
Draco sauntered out of the bathroom and kissed Harry briefly before picking up the shirt and dressing.
Ten minutes passed and both boys were apparating to the party. As they walked in Harry was attacked by the rest of the team, every member trying to hug the young Seeker who had brought the team to victory.
"Harry, Draco, glad you could make it. Come on and get a drink." Oliver shouted over the blaring music.
Harry grabbed Draco's hand and followed Oliver over to the bar. The room was dark with lights periodically flashing. It made it difficult to see where Oliver was going, so in the end Harry grabbed Oliver's shirt.
"What will you have?" Oliver asked while grabbing two cups.
"Whiskey" Both boys answered together, at this Oliver burst into laughter, laughing at the predictability of the couple.
"Anyway, make yourself at home. Well blend in s much as the two of you can. I'm going to go find Marcus." Oliver shouted at the two and walked away looking for his lover. Draco had his arm round Harry's waist. Harry noticed when Oliver had said Marcus, Draco tensed considerably. Draco and Marcus both worked at the ministry. They had once or twice worked together. Harry thought the two were friends. He would have to ask later.
The two went to mingle. Plenty of their friends were there so it was easy to find someone.
"Harry, ill be right back." Draco whispered in his lovers' ear and walked away before Harry could say anything.
20 minutes past and Draco never returned. Harry was a little more than drunk, so decided to go find him. He wandered around the room, but couldn't find his lover. He did find Oliver though.
"Oliver! Have you seen Draco?" Harry slurred slightly.
"No, I'm looking for Marcus." Oliver replied, still looking over the crowd. Harry's Stomach flipped worry taking over, his mind racing back to earlier and Draco's tenseness. He grabbed Oliver's arm. All signs of drink were fading fast.
'What if their in a fight' Harry thought worriedly.
"Come on!" Harry called and led the slightly confused man behind him over to the Door. They looked out but didn't see the two missing men. Harry started heading towards the toilets next thinking that the two could be in there. He stopped though before they got in when Oliver tugged on his arm.
"What's going on Harry?" Oliver asked, still very confused.
"Draco was very tense about Marcus earlier; I think that they fell out or something. I'm thinking that they could be together, in a fight or something." Oliver nodded and they started walking again.
Harry strode in to the toilet with Oliver right behind him, it was empty. Harry sighed and turned around, thinking where else they could be. But something caught his eye. The end cubicle was closed. Harry's mind jumped to another conclusion straight away. Oliver had seemed to catch onto Harry's train of thoughts after seeing the closed cubicle and he looked tense. Oliver and Harry both stood still, they could hear the gentle rustle of clothing, and Oliver could feel himself turn green.
Harry hesitantly but quietly walked over to the door. He pulled it open. Oliver came up behind him.
"Oh god." Oliver whispered, he ran into an empty cubicle and threw up all the alcohol and food he consumed over the past twelve hours.
"You Bastard." Harry growled, while turning to see to Oliver who was still throwing up.
"Oh my god. What have I done?" whispered a sweat covered Draco, looking in shock as he pulled his trousers up hastily.
"Me." Was the simple reply from Marcus Flint, while picking his shirt up off the floor. His coldness and crudeness was usual, but the look in his eyes was not, he looked lost.
Both men left the cramped cubicle to find their other halves. They didn't have far to go. In the next cubicle Harry and Oliver were on the floor. Oliver had stopped being sick and had flushed the toilet but both men were still sitting, frozen in the shock.
"Oliver, Lets go talk."
"No Marcus. I have nothing to say to you." Marcus looked at his lover lying on the ground. He made a move to go forward but it was stopped.
"DON'T COME NEAR ME!" Oliver Screamed, making Draco and Marcus Jump. Marcus sighed and turned around, he knew he would get nowhere with Oliver in that state of mind. He walked out of the bathroom and left the party, wondering where he was going to stay tonight and wondering how this would all be sorted out.
Oliver stood up he looked down at Harry. "I'll come see you in the morning, and hey at least they weren't fighting." Both men laughed at this but it was a very short lived one, Oliver brushed past Draco and he too left the toilet.
"Harry," Draco whispered. "Oh Harry, I'm so sorry."
"Don't talk to me."
"Please. We need to talk." Draco pleaded as Harry stood up, looking all to calm for Draco's liking.
"Was I no good? Was I such a bad lay you needed to get it from somewhere else?" Harry whispered, still as calm as he was.
"Oh god no, I don't know what happened, but I love you." Draco muttered. "You love me?" Harry asked. "You think that that makes it all better."
"No, but please let's work it out."
Harry didn't reply. He stared at Draco with disgust. His anger boiled up inside now, his calm appearance quickly fading. Before Draco knew what was happening, Harry's fist connected with his Jaw, knocking him to the ground.
"Don't come near me." Harry whispered dangerously while bending , before kissing Draco Hard on the lips. "Ugh, you taste of cum. I thought you hated giving blow jobs."
Harry swiftly stood up and walked out of the toilet, leaving Draco alone on the floor.
"God, what have I done?"
Tbc..
Well.. Was that ok? If you liked it review please.