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Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry: Dragon Breeding Club

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry: Careers Advice
Task #3: Write about Oliver Wood.

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry: Chocolate Frog Club
Marcus Flint - Bronze - Write about Marcus Flint

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry: Writing Club
Showtime - Sex Is In the Heel - (dialogue) "Embrace it."
Disney - In Summer - Write a story set in summer.

HPFC: Favorite House Bootcamp
Gryffindor - Prompt - Earth

HPFC: Slash/Femslash Bootcamp
Oliver/Marcus - Prompt - Greasy

Too Late?

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Oliver closed his eyes as he reclined on the grass. The earth felt hard on his back, and the summer sun burned his skin, but it was so good. His skin felt greasy from sweat, but he wasn't ready to head inside just yet.

He didn't relax much. When he was at school, he was all about Quidditch. He very rarely took the time off to appreciate simple things like nice weather.

Of course he loved Quidditch, but he had to admit, even if only to himself, it was tiring being so intense all the time. He should try to relax more during the school year.

The sound of footsteps on grass made him open his eyes. He didn't sit up, but he felt his spine stiffen. "Who would be interrupting my quiet time?" Oliver asked out loud, not looking at the intruder.

"Me," Marcus paused. He then continued, "it's always me, isn't it?"

Oliver sighed and slowly sat up. He pulled his knees up to his chest and ran his fingers through his reddish-brown hair. "Marcus, I'm surprised you here talking to me in the daylight. Doesn't our relationship exist only in the cover of shadows?"

"I deserved that," Marcus muttered and carefully sat down next to him on the grass, not getting too close but also within touching distance.

"You deserve that and a lot more," Oliver remarked. He finally looked at Marcus and tried his best to not be taken in by the deep hazel eyes he found staring back at him. "Why are you here? I told you I was done being your dirty little secret."

Marcus smirked. "What exactly is secret about this meeting? Anyone can see us. It isn't exactly a private spot."

Oliver had to concede to that point. "So, why are you here?"

"I miss you."

Oliver's eyes remained hard as his hands curled into fists on top of his knees. "Too little, too late. Daddy's approval is more important to you than me."

"You're wrong. I thought I needed my father's approval. I thought I could shut up, be a good little soldier, and listen to my father as he ordered me to take a mark that I didn't want. I was wrong. Because all I want is you. I'm here, telling you that I choose you. Please, please, tell me I'm not too late."

Oliver's heart raced. "I've never had someone make such a flowery declaration to me. It might go to my head," he quietly warned.

Marcus grabbed one of Oliver's hands. "Embrace it. I'll never say anything like it again."

"You hurt me," Oliver said.

"I'm sorry. I love you. Please give me another chance."

"My head is screaming no. It's calling me stupid for even considering giving you another chance."

"Your head is pretty smart then," Marcus sadly remarked.

"My heart and body are incredibly stubborn though, and they are both chanting, 'yes, yes, yes.' And it's two against one. Guess which one wins?"

Marcus grinned, making his eyes a shade lighter with his happiness. "I don't deserve it, but I'm definitely not going to say no to that." He leaned closer and his lips sealed over Oliver's in a sweet kiss.

Oliver closed his eyes, moaning as a weight metaphorically lifted off of his chest. Suddenly, he felt ten times lighter.

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