AN: I've finally got bitten by the drabble bug and so, instead of making a long chaptered story like I wanted to (didn't really know who to pair Harry with. So many choices! :D), I decided to write a collection of all my favorite Harry Potter pairings.
I might be convinced to do other slash pairings if inspiration strikes me so. I already have a couple of ideas for future drabbles already. *Hugs Lilian and Narcissus* I love my new muses! Not to say that I don't love my Daemon too but he's getting on the years (Daemon: *growls* who are you calling old, you witch? We're the same age!) since he's been with me through thick and thin. Isn't it strange that my muses are all males? *ponders*
Warnings: SLASH pairing! No explicitness but there is a bit of French Kissing. Fluff and OCCness in Flint's case (in my defense, his character was never really developed)
Pairing: Marcus Flint/Harry Potter
Timeline: Harry's Fourth Year. Pre-Triwizard's Tournament.
Prompt: "Pretty Boy"
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Pretty Boy
Marcus Flint was no pretty boy.
That much is obvious. Harry mused as he glanced once more at the towering seventh year seating besides Pucey and Montague at the Slytherin table. Nearing 6'5 feet tall, with wide board shoulders and muscular arms that could crush a person in one squeeze, Flint was the epitome of a manly man.
Ash black hair cropped up in a military cut that made the seventeen year old look dashing. Short bangs that didn't dare hide piercing onyx eyes, a chiseled face and the straight, yet slightly pointy nose, aristocratic nose common in purebloods, a firm jaw and pale thin lips that matched well with his cleft chin. Judging by the face alone, Flint would've looked beautiful and he is. Just in a purely masculine way.
Harry sighed and glanced away. If only he could look like that.
The fourth year grumbled to himself. It just wasn't fair that compared to the god-like Marcus Flint, Harry James Potter looked so…so…like a bloody girl!
Having given up on his rat's nest of a hair, and because he was just plain lazy to cut it, Harry grew his hair long at the start of second year. Now his black midnight hair flows down in manageable waves reaching to his waist should he let it down from it's normal ponytail. Aside from that, Hermione had finally threatened him with a month of absolutely no help in Potion essays to get his eyes fixed. Ergo, Harry's brilliant green eyes are fully revealed to anyone who bothered to stare. And, by Merlin, people did actually stare at him.
Sirius, having been found innocent once the captured Pettigrew (but that's another tale to reminisce) admitted his own crimes through Truth Serum, managed to get adoption papers and sprang Harry away from the Dursleys as his legal guardian ('Not like he had to be dragged kicking and screaming out of the house' Harry snorted) just this summer and suggested (more like blackmail) his godson Harry on a makeover shopping spree.
So no more Dudley hand-me-downs. Currently, Harry wore underneath his Gryffindor cloak a pair of fitting dark blue jeans made by a renowned Muggle designer, a black fitting shirt with the picture of a roaring chimera (which Harry thought looked wickedly cool) and black-and-green Converse (Sirius nearly had a heart attack at that one. Harry snickered)
With his lithe body, muscles honed by Quidditch training, pale (almost-albinoish) skin, and short frame of height (which Harry still blamed it all to the Dursley's treatment to him, regardless of the fact that his mother was a lithe, 5'7 tall woman so that could play a part in his genetic code, especially since almost everyone bar Snape said that he looked more like Lily then James) reaching to a pitiful 5'6 and thus making him the shortest in his year, Harry James Potter could be described (and is, as testament to his numerous male fanbase and an increasing amount of female fans who like yaoi (whatever that term means) as a pretty boy.
Add that to his long black hair and wide emerald eyes…Well, it goes to say that the oblivious Harry has a lot of suitors. And more would appear, awaiting for his majority, as evidenced by the ton of proposal letters littering around Sirius Black's study. (Again, another tale to tell for another day)
Scowling to his dessert of coconut cream pie, which looked more like a pout to the amusement of his friends but didn't say it for fear of the Harry Potter Adava Kedavra Trademark Glare (aka HPAKTG), Harry let out another sigh.
He wanted to look like Marcus Flint and be Adonis-like too. Life was just unfair.
Hearing his seatmates' sudden murmurs of confusion and surprise, Harry glanced up to see what the commotion was and blinked when onyx eyes stared into his own.
Harry blinked once. Twice. Three times.
"Flint?" His voice nearly stumbled in his confusion.
A sudden blush crept to his cheeks when the mentioned seventh year smirked in reply.
Marcus Flint was sitting in across from him. At the Gryffindor table.
Harry glanced around, looking for the previous occupant of said seat. He spied Ron squishing against Hermione who had sat besides Ron in their former seating arrangement.
A short clearing of the throat brought Harry's attention back to the tall boy – no, more like man – in front of him.
"Harry." Flint murmured. His voice a tad husky in it's baritone level and sent unknown, but good, shivers down the fourth year Gryffindor's spine.
"Er..Yeah?" Harry blinked at him. He really didn't have anything else to say.
"You are very beautiful for your age." Flint observed as the older Slytherin straightened his back a little. Knowing onyx eyes never leaving Harry's face.
Harry's blushed turned brighter at the compliment(?).
"Err…I guess so?" He answered, unsure of himself.
Marcus' lips twitched as if he wanted to smile. Which is impossible as he was Slytherin, Harry chided himself.
"And you're essentially a pureblood now, with Black naming you as his heir and all that. I wonder why you still keep the Potter though?" There was no hint of maliciousness in Flint's voice. It was almost as if he was merely curious.
Harry shrugged. "I don't want to change my name yet. Too much hassle since the Ministry's still in the midst of returning and unfreezing the Black's vaults." He didn't know why but Harry could feel that he could tell Marcus anything. Crazy as that sounds since they only ever talk during Quidditch before. And that was mainly Oliver and Marcus doing the talking… Sometimes with their fists.
And when had he considered Flint as "Marcus" even in his own head anyway?
"Hm." Marcus nodded his head in thought. "Sixth year then?"
Harry shrugged again. "I reckon fifth year." He smiled at the thought of legally becoming family with Sirius.
Marcus nodded again as if he had approved of something. What it was, Harry had absolutely no idea.
"You're also very kind-hearted. Your grades are constantly above average. And you are loyal to your friends and loved ones. You are also a very, very, good Seeker."
Harry blushed again but it was quick to fade away this time. "Thanks…I think." Harry didn't really know where the older male was going with his conversation.
"You don't have a girlfriend?" Marcus suddenly asked.
Harry's blush whitened into surprised shock. Clearing his own throat, Harry answered.
"No, I don't."
Marcus' lips etched into a smirk. He leaned slightly across the table, shortening the distance between them a bit.
"Boyfriend then?"
Harry couldn't for the love of Merlin have blush any redder at the question. He didn't need to answer. His facial expression said it all.
Marcus' smirk widened.
"Wonderful." Marcus trailed out the word a bit, making Harry's stomach churn slightly for unknown reasons.
So surprised was Harry that he didn't realized that the older student had leaned closer until Marcus suddenly cupped his chin and gently lift it up and kissed him.
Marcus Flint was kissing him.
And, oh dear Merlin forgive him, but Harry was actually liking it.
So when Marcus teasingly bit lightly on Harry's full lower lip, the younger male quickly understood and opened his lips, letting Marcus and his wonderful, amazing tongue inside to intertwine with his own.
Marcus Flint was an amazing kisser. His hot tongue felt so good thrusting against his own and, dear Morgana on a stick!, the older male knew exactly how and when to suck, push, and withdraw so not overwhelm Harry too much and bite and abuse his lips instead.
Harry Potter had died and had finally gone to Heaven.
After a few more moments of teasing Harry's lip, Marcus gave one last bite on the abused lower lip before he gently soothed the slight pain with his wicked tongue and completely withdraw for much needed air.
The Great Hall was in complete silence aside from the two male's slight pants. Harry felt Marcus' hand, which still supported his chin comfortably, slowly let go to tuck away a stray strand of black hair behind Harry's right ear.
Harry, embarrassed at behaving in such a wanton way in public, shifted his gaze off of Marcus'. He did not notice the hardening of onyx eyes due to his shy action.
"Look at me Harry." Marcus' voice murmured softly.
Harry did and etched his brows in slight confusion when he noticed the sudden serious look on the older male's face.
"Are you regretting it?"
Harry blinked. "What?" He was surprised. "Not really…No. It's just that…" The younger male paused to gather his bearings. "It was my first kiss." He finally admitted.
It was Marcus' turn to blink in surprise. Nevertheless, it didn't lessen the sudden lightening feeling the older male felt in his heart.
"Really?" He said almost incredulously.
Harry nodded his head. The blush returning to his face.
Marcus' lips twitched as the Slytherin felt almost compelled to let go of his urges and kiss the shy Gryffindor again for being so adorable and cute. (Wherein he would deny that such words did not belong to his vocabulary to anyone besides his Harry)
"I really like you Harry." Marcus admitted. His voice soft and held nothing of the usual harshness commonly associated with the rough Slytherin.
Harry would've gaped in shock had he not been overcome with blushing instead.
"Really?" Harry's voice was shy and uncertain. Uncertain because he couldn't be sure if the Slytherin was playing with him or not. Though his instincts urged at him to trust what the older male said.
Marcus nodded his head. "Ever since I first saw you trying out for the Gryffindor team with Wood."
Now Harry did gape in shock. Someone had seen him try out? He could've sworn that it was just him and Oliver at the time.
"It just grew even more after the first game you played against us. I remember that day. You were so amazing at flying and so beautiful then in your joy and determination."
Harry blinked as realization hit him like a lightning bolt. "You liked me since then?"
Marcus' lips lifted on one side in a semi-smile. "Yes. Though I shouldn't but I never really did care for pureblood politics or not." He answered, pertaining to the fact that Harry was legally a halfblood before Sirius adopted him.
"But," He added. "Your new status of pureblood is a welcomed bonus. I must admit."
Harry blinked. He was speechless from all the revelations Marcus seemed to hit him with every word he spoke.
If he was to be honest, Marcus had never seemed to bother him. Sure, he would pick on some of Harry's teammates, Oliver Wood especially, but never Harry.
"So you truly liked me then?" Harry asked, for the mere act of clarification.
Marcus gave a firm, solid nod. "I do." He spoke honestly and with conviction.
Harry smiled at that. "Well, I can't say that I like you the same way. But I always did admire your strengths and skills in Quidditch…"
"and my good looks of course." Marcus added in a teasing manner.
Harry blushed. How true indeed. "Yes, that too I suppose. I really wouldn't have cared though if you had the looks of a troll." Harry said honestly, and it was also true. While Marcus was a very handsome looking male, he was also a great Quidditch captain, had good grades, and never really bothered Gryffindors once outside the Pitch. "It was always your strength and blunt honesty that I like about you."
"You'll give me a chance then?" was that a tint of hopefulness Harry detected in Marcus' voice?
Harry paused, his mind quickly weighing the pros and cons. It wasn't long before he made a decision.
Taking a deep breath, and hoping yet knowing that he wasn't making the wrong choice, Harry answered.
"Yes."
Marcus gave a true smile and Harry was left awestruck at the gentleness and happiness it portrayed.
"This Saturday's a Hogsmede weekend." Marcus started. "Care to have a mug of delicious Butterbeer with me?"
Harry smiled brilliantly, leaving Marcus in awe at the youthful loveliness the younger male gave. "I haven't tried that yet. But I heard it's pretty good." He answered.
Marcus nodded. "It's a date then. I'll met you outside the Great Hall."
"Nine AM?"
Marcus smiled. "Alright."
The older male then kissed Harry on the corner of his lips, mindful of the Gryffindor's still slightly swollen lower lip. It was chaste and gentle and sweet. Giving Harry a glimpse of another softer side of the Slytherin pureblood.
The soft ring of Hogwarts' school clock chimed, signaling the end of lunch. Both harry and Marcus were disappointed at the swiftness of the time.
"Until then Marcus." Harry smiled a bit sadly at the notion of separating from his …boyfriend?
The younger male moved to stand up when a hand shot out to help him up. Harry glanced up and saw that Marcus had already stood up, right hand outstretched towards the smaller wizard.
Harry's smiled brightened a bit as he took Marcus' hand and stood up with the older male's aid.
"Shall I escort you to your next class?" Marcus grinned as he asked Harry.
Harry laughed. "It's Transfiguation and yes, you may."
Marcus smiled, hearing Harry's answer and moved their joined hands to tuck Harry's arm gently and securely against his own.
"Let's head out then. Wouldn't want you to be late."
Harry agreed. "Yes. Professor McGonagall would probably skin me alive if I turn up late for her class." He joked. Completely forgetting that said mentioned teacher was still seated at the Head table in a mixture of shock, amusement, and fangirlism.
The pair had just walked out of the Hall when the stilled silence was finally snapped and everything turned into chaos.
"HARRY AND FLINT?"
"FLINT AND POTTER?"
"HAS THE WORLD GONE MAD?"
"IMPERIUS I TELL YOU! IT'S THE IMPERIUS!"
McGonagall and the rest of the teachers squealed and whispered in low, excited tones to one another.
Flitwick had fainted due to shock.
Trewalney sprouted about Seeing this event and so on…oh and that Harry Potter will die later today by tripping on a banana peel while running through the Forbidden Forest getting chased by werewolves whom were also chased by were-rabbits with rabies.
Hagrid was crowing with laughter.
Remus Lupin, the DADA teacher who broke the one-year-job curse, alternated between feeling proud for his cub and worried about the Flint heir's safety when Sirius finds out.
Snape pinched his nose and did a mental mantra. 'I will not Crucio Flint for getting lovesick to Potter. I will not Crucio Flint for getting lovesick…I will not…Bloody Hell! He asked Potter out on a date!'
Hermione and the other girls squealed in delight with the exception of Cho Chang who choked in her pumpkin juice and had to be revived by her best friend.
The Gryffindor and Slytherin males were an utter mess. Ravenclaw prodded their brains, trying to dissect and assess just how this anomaly came to be. Hufflepuff's female students were crying a river of joy and happiness while squealing "YAOI! SLASH! YAOI!" like a gang of banshees. Hufflepuff's males…well most of them fainted in shock. Cedric Diggory grumbled that the bastard Flint got ahead of him but swore that he would win Harry Potter's hand in marriage in the end.
As for the dear illustrious Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Albus with-too-many-long-names-that-are-hard-to-remember Dumbledore?
Dumbledore sucked happily on his lemon drop. That damnable knowing twinkle ever present in his eyes.
AN: Wow, 2606 words… Honestly didn't expect to make it so long but my fingers just flew across the keyboard and the story practically wrote itself…Now I have the hankering for making a sequel of it…groans….
Please do leave a review. I swear…It practically gives me powers to write another chapter quicker. (laughs) Constructive criticism is nice but flamers and slash-haters are ignored and their 'trash' removed and promptly cursed to oblivion by AKs.
Next chapter: Lucius Malfoy/Harry or James Potter/Harry. (undecided) with the prompt "Time-travel"