6. Confused
Pairings: Oliver/Marcus
Of all of the people milling about in the aftermath of the Battle of Hogwarts, Harry had not been expecting to run into Oliver Wood. Face smeared with all manner of dirt, robes torn and filthy, Harry actually had to look at him for a minute or two before being able to place him.
He later told himself that it was leftover jitteriness from the battle that made him pull his wand on the familiar dark-haired man that had sidled up behind Oliver as they stood there talking. It was just reflex, his friends told him later, for what kind of Griffindor would leave his wand idly laying by when approached by none other than Marcus Flint?
It was due to his sudden eagerness to defend himself and his friend that Harry didn't immediately realize that Oliver had actually moved and placed himself between Marcus's chest and the tip of Harry's wand. He was still blinking uncomprehendingly at them when the trio was approached by a concerned-looking Headmistress McGonagall who greeted them, albeit warily.
And in her greeting, Harry was further confused to hear the headmistress refer to both Oliver and Marcus as Mr. Flint.
"Potter," Oliver said, once she had gone "it's been good seeing you, but you should really consider getting some sleep. You look dead tired."
He wasn't able to to do more than pat Harry on the shoulder before he was being led away by a grumbling Marcus, left hand firmly gripping his husband's right elbow to steer him through the crowd.
Harry, however, didn't miss the glinting of the sunlight off of the platinum band fit snugly on the third finger of that hand as the pair drew further and further away from him and toward the Great Lake.
A/N: This little one has been in my head for quite a while, and I just had to finally let it out.
Harry's mentally fried state inspired in part by my also being crazy tired at this moment in time.
