Title: A night out
Author: Sonia
Rating: PG-13
Notes: Written for Beloved Enemies fuh-q-fest. I'll put the challenge
at the end. Many thanks to my beta Jay Bee.
"I really appreciate this Oliver." Harry said looking around the
small living room.
"You are a prince among men" Fred exclaimed coming in after him
carrying Hedwig's cage.
"And a prince among former Qudditch captains" George added putting
down the bag he was carrying.
Oliver smiled in response but didn't quite trust his voice enough to
wave away the gratitude. He had responded earlier to the twins urgent
owl with imediate agreement. He had been shocked that anyone would do
such injustice to the sweet kid he could remember Harry being and had
no problems with having him stay in his apartment for a couple of
days, or even weeks until he found some place to stay permenantly.
He hadn't seen Harry since he had graduated from Hogwarts and his
first look at him had been a shock. A sweet kid had grown into a
handsome young man. A very handsome young man. A very handsome young
man with the most incredible green eyes. A very handsome young man
who looked at him oddly when he just stood there with his mouth open,
staring at him like he had seen a ghost. Or a vision.
Oliver had known for a long time that he liked men, but he had never
been affected like that at the mere sight of one. If twins hadn't
jumped at him in an over-enthusiastic greeting he had never been more
grateful for, he would have jumped at Harry and with nowhere near as
innocent intentions either. He still blushed to think exactly what he
had wanted to do to Harry, how near he came to abusing the trust he
had placed in him. Harry came to him for help, not to be mauled by
him.
He needed somewhere to stay since his uncle threw him out, and a
place to stay he would get, though why he couldn't stay with Weasleys
Oliver wasn't sure.Oliver was too ashamed of the feelings he was
having for a barely grown youth who came to him with such trust to do
anything about them, or even let them show. Harry looked up to him
like a big brother, and Oliver would endevour to treat him like a
little brother.
Oliver shook off such thoughts and showed Harry to his room. Twins
helped him to carry in the baggage and start unpacking, while Oliver
went to kitchen to find something for dinner.
George and Fred stopped what they were doing when Oliver made his
escape into kitchen. Fred motioned toward the door. George made some
vague noises about talking to Oliver and came out into the living
room with his brother trailing closely behind. He made sure Oliver
was busy in the kitchen before allowing himself to colapse with
laughter.
Fred watched his twin on the floor shaking with uncontrolable
laughter and resisted the urge to join him. The sight of usually calm
and controlled Oliver Wood salivating at the sight of Harry Potter
was worth laughing his ass off, but his truly pathetic attempts at
hiding resulting drool had sparked a truly wicked idea. Fred, despite
what everyone might think about him, had no problems keeping his
priorities straight; Plot mischief first, get embarassing pictures
later and then have a good laugh at somebody else's expense. He
prodded his brother with his foot to gain his attention.
Harry was watching himself in the mirror and having serious
misgivings about the plans for the night. Some of his misgivings came
from appearing in public wearing the clothes George had "borrowed"
for him from someone's closet, Bill's most likely. Most of his
misgivings came from the fact that the whole outing was planned and
arranged by the twins. Twins who had, in retrospect, looked
suspiciously innocent when they had brought it up. Somebody called
for him to come out and he sighed, taking one last look at his
comepletly changed appearance before opening the doors and coming
out.
Oliver froze at the first sight of Harry's outfit. Skintight black
trousers hugged the long legs before disappearing in high boots,
green guasy shirt emphasizing rather than hiding well-developed chest
and washboard stomach. This was going to be a long night.
Harry looked at a mask in his hand with distaste and a healthy dose
of mistrust. He was pretty sure he didn't want to enter the club
which required all patrons to hide their faces before entering. He
moved to return the mask to the bouncer when one of the twins
snatched it from his grasp. Before he could open his mouth he found
himself wearing it, and being dragged inside by overenthusiastic
redhead whose features were completly hidden by a mask of his own. He
turned his head in time to see Oliver being subjected to the same
treatment and mentaly discarded any hope for help from that
direction.
When the group entered the club most people turned to watch them. By
the time they seated themselves in a corner booth the most
enterprising ones were already on their way over.
The twins alowed themselves to be dragged to the dance floor at once,
leaving Harry and Oliver to fend off their new admirerers, much to
their charign. Neither of them had any experience with nightclubs,
let alone gay night/sex clubs, and they found the experience very
unsettling. Eventually the men realised they would not be able to
drag either of the new beauties to the dance floor and lost interest.
Harry was finaly starting to breathe easier when a waiter showed up
and put a glass of wine in front of him. He opened his mouth to
explain that he hadn't ordered anything yet, but the waiter spoke
first, "From the gentleman over there."
Harry followed the directions and found himself captured by the
intense grey eyes.
Oliver felt his stomac drop when he saw the way Harry was looking at
the blonde stranger. He barely stopped himself from doing something
foolish, like dragging Harry back to his flat where he would be out
of sight of elegantly dressed stranger with designs on his body. It
was none of his business who was looking at Harry, or in what manner.
If Harry didn't like it he wouldn't accept the wine and that would be
that. When Harry lifted his glass in a salute before bringing it to
his lips, Oliver's stomach started tying itself in knots; he pressed
his hands into fists under the table. He had no right to interfere.
He had no right.
Harry watched without blinking as the man got up and slowly made his
way to him. He was mesmerized by the graceful movements and the play
of muscles he could glimpse under silver colored shirt. The man
stopped next to him and extended a hand. Harry took it and rose to
follow him to the dance floor.
Fred and George shared a look. They were standing on the second level
of the club leaning on the railing and watching their plan unfold, or
fall apart as the case may be.
Fred let out an annoyed sigh: "Merlin, just how dense is he?"
"He wasn't this dense in Hogwarts, that's sure. Why, he's just
sitting there doing nothing," George shook his head bewildered with
Oliver's behavior.
"At least Harry isn't wasting any time."
"That he isn't Gred. If he presses any closer to his blonde they will
need a crowbar to tear them apart."
Fred chose not to waste time inquiring what a crowbar was and
concentrated instead on getting a good shot of Harry's hand mauling
that firm ass, silently cursing the crowd. "Our little Harry certanly
isn't acting shy now." he remarked.
"No, he certanly is not. Oooh will you look at that, he didn't learn
that move in Professor Bailey's dance class."
"Or that one. Oliver is turning a nice shade of green, Forge."
"Keep taking pictures of Harry, Gred. I'll let you know when Oliver
does something blackmail worthy."
Oliver downed his fifth whiskey, never taking his eyes off the couple
on the dance floor. He vaguely heard a strangled sound leave his
throat when Harry started licking and nibbling his partner's neck.
The man dropped his head on Harry's shoulder, his long blonde hair
hiding whether he was returning the favour or not. A part of him
admited that they made quite a picture standing there swaying, Harry
thigh between other man's thighs, one hand on his ass, the other
making lazy figures across his back, dark hair contrasting with blond
in a dramatic manner while they were necking. In a way it was even
harder to look at than when they were practicaly fucking on the dance
floor during some of the livlier songs, more . . . intimate.
When the music changed again, the blond lifted his head and said
something. Harry nodded and they separated for the moment, before
Harry put his hand into the other man's and followed him to the back
of the club.
Oliver lost sight of them for a moment and when the crowd parted
again Harry was just disappearing through the door. Oliver caught a
glimpse of a large bed before the doors closed after Harry and
something in him snapped. He got up and made his way toward the door.
George was practically vibrating with nervous energy. He looked at
the clock, again, and turned to his twin, again. Fred was still
starring at the door Oliver had disappeared through hours earlier.
They were both worried sick and George was all for barging through
the door and finding out what was going on. Fred however was against
doing anything that could startle Harry into letting curses fly.
George had to admit that the boy-who-turned-You kow who-into-a-pile-
of-ash was not likely to be in need of their help. Oliver on other
hand might be and the silence was driving George nuts.
"Fred . . ."
"No, George!"
"But . . ."
"No, George! Harry wouldn't let anything happen to Oliver."
"So how come no one's come out yet?"
Fred sighed and turned his full attention to his twin "I don't know
George. Maybe Oliver managed to persuade Harry to get horizontal."
"Harry went in with someone, I doubt his mysterious admirer would
have been happy with Oliver butting in." George glared.
"And why not? Oliver is a looker. All those long hours practicing
Quidditch gave him quite a body."
"The guy seemed to like Harry's body just fine."
"I noticed."
"And Oliver went in to take Harry away."
"Probably."
"And no one's come out ever since."
"I know, George."
"So how do we know he didn't kill them both, or maybe he . . ."
"GEORGE! Harry can take care of himself. If he could handle You-know-
who he can certainly handle some guy he picked up in a nightclub. AND
he can take care of Oliver too."
"Yeah, but would he want to?"
Fred's eyebrow went up in an eerie imitation of their mother's
habitual gesture "Excuse me?"
"Well he did barge in to interrupt his fun."
Fred was still digesting this new idea when he noticed George tense
up. He turned around and saw that the doors were opening. Harry came
out first, with Oliver and the stanger following. The blond pulled
Oliver in for a very thorough kiss. When he pulled back he turned and
repeated the procedure with Harry before walking away. Fred was still
trying to close his mouth, when Harry put his hand around Oliver's
waist and pulled him toward their table.
"Close your mouths guys, you're catching flies." Harry couldn't
resist saying. It wasn't every day one got Weasley twins shocked
speechless and he had every intention of enjoying the experience as
long as it lasted. Which wasn't very long at all. The questions
started before they had the chance to sit down.
"Guys, one at the time, please."
He saw them share a look before they both turned to Oliver.
"Didn't you go in there to try to tear them apart from one another?"
Oliver turned a nice shade of red before murmuring some sort of
affirmative.
"So, what happened?"
"I umm . . . that is . . ."
"I persuaded our friend to let him make up for his poor behavior."
Harry remarked, oh so casually and watched memories turn Oliver's
eyes dark with passion.
"So who was your friend'?"
"Now that would be telling. Wouldn't it Oliver?"
"Telling something we don't know you mean."
Harry suddenly turned serious. "You mean you didn't know?"
"And you did?" Oliver sounded skeptical.
"Well it wasn't that hard to guess. You really had no idea?"
Reading answer in Oliver's eyes, Harry bent to his ear and whispered
a name.
Heads turned when an outraged bellow rang out,
"I WAS TIED DOWN AT WHOSE MERCY!"
The challenge: Easy pairing: Harry Potter/Lucius Malfoy/Oliver Wood