AN: Welcome to New Man! Updates will start out about once every two weeks given my current writing load. If I can update sooner I will. Assume from this point forward that most chapters will have smut. This chapter is meant to be a bit of a teaser. The next one will delve more deeply into the story. Title is an All Time Low song.

Disclaimer: I do not own or in any way profit from Harry Potter or its related properties.

Dark Side of Your Room

His fingertips skimmed her flesh in the slants of moonlight coming through the gaps in the blinds. Roaming slowly over the soft skin, every feather-light touch causing a shiver down her spine. An echo in his mind of so many similar encounters over the last half a year. Her fingers fisted his hair, tugging deliciously at the scalp and extracting a moan. His mouth moved hotly over the jut of her collarbone and back up to her lips, tasting the champagne still heavy on her tongue. He wondered if he tasted the same to her. She arched into his touch and he pulled away, not wanting to rush could be their last time together and he wanted to savor every moment. His lips brushed the crook of her neck and trailed to the tip of her shoulder, following the trajectory of her bra strap. He resisted the urge to bite and suck on the flesh, knowing how quickly the rumours would spread if she were to be seen with a fresh lovebite.

The little sighs escaping her lips were almost too much for his self-control. She had no idea what she did to him. How big a fool of his heart she made every time they were together. How many nights had they ended up tangled like this? In the dark of a borrowed room fresh from a night of softly spoken lies to people who weren't really friends, sharing in the only honest thing either could provide. He inhaled her scent and locked it away in his mind; cinnamon and vanilla with something earthy he couldn't quite identify. She wouldn't be his come morning, this he knew. Tomorrow she would move on and they would pretend this had never happened. He'd just be a notch on her bedpost, something to be forgotten in the light of the day.

She flipped them, taking over control from his slow-moving hands. She set the pace for his thrusts, quicker than he wanted after she'd wound him up so high he knew he wouldn't last. Her dress was pooled around her hips, blocking his view of where their bodies joined. The lace of her knickers where she'd shoved them aside to take him that much sooner scratched lightly against the skin, testing his control. He reached a hand up to tweak a nipple a little harder than he normally would have, forcing a moan from her lips. There were many things he'd learned about her the past six months, many ways to make her sigh and moan. Tonight he planned to make use of all of them.

The morning came much too quickly for Oliver. He reached across the bed and found nothing but empty sheets where she had been mere minutes before. The slight warmth and the lingering smell of her told him she could not have been gone long, but he knew she wasn't simply in the next room. She was gone and he knew she wasn't coming back, not this time. He stared at the ceiling, a sigh of regret caught on his lips. He wished they were different people. People without the pressures and societal expectations of the young and famous. He wished he could take back the last six months and unbreak his own heart, but he knew he couldn't.

He didn't have time to dwell this morning, however, and with one last passing thought for the pain in his chest he rose and twisted home to prepare for practice.

"Everything okay, Wood?" McGovern asked after practice as they made their way to the locker room. Oliver pretended not to hear him, keeping his focus on getting into the shower as quickly as possible.

"Wood…" The other man put a hand on his shoulder. Oliver sighed heavily and turned to face his friend and teammate.

"I'll be fine, Cameron. It's nothing." He shrugged out from under his touch and made his way to the first open stall.

His mind wandered as he rinsed the sweat from his skin, not fully focusing on the task at hand. He was surprised to find the love bite on his hip, he'd not remembered her doing it. Even when she was walking away for good she'd managed to mark him as her own. Anger welled in him at the thought. He'd been so careful to leave her unmarked, even when he burned to litter her perfect skin with the dark bruises of ownership. It was just further proof to him that she held more of a claim on his heart and person than he ever would on hers. He finished quickly, shutting off the water a little harder than necessary. He should have just done it like he'd wanted to. For a few brief moments, he could have basked in the knowledge that she was his, even if it was temporary. Instead, he'd played the gentleman, protecting her reputation and tamping down his own wants and needs.

He wrenched his locker open, the bowing of the metal an indication that his anger was not in control to his watching teammates. He tugged his clothes on more forcefully than was totally necessary, snagging a small hole in the hem of his shirt without realising it. He could sense McGovern watching him and swallowed back his annoyance, not wanting to get into a shouting match. He slammed his locker shut and left at a clip, avoiding eye contact with the other players.

He'd only made it halfway down the hallway before he felt the beater's strong grip on his shoulder.

"I really don't want to talk about it right now, Cameron. Just let it be." He closed his eyes and sighed heavily.

"You've not got your head on straight, mate, and I think I know why. I'll not press it, but no way am I letting you leave here alone like this. I'm not getting a call from the Aurors in the middle of the night to fetch your surly, drunk arse. If you want to be angry, that's fine by me, but you'll not do it alone." Oliver spun to face his friend, knowing all too well that he was right.

"Yeah, alright. Let's get pissed." He sighed begrudgingly and let his friend clap him on the back as they made their way out of the stadium.