Well damn. The man I had fantasized about for the past few years, since I was a school boy at Hogwarts, was standing only a few feet away from me and staring deep into my eyes. I could feel the blood rushing to my cheeks but I refused to let it color my cheeks and show any form of embarrassment. I tore my eyes from his gaze and returned them to the French painting. In my peripheral vision, I could see Flint approaching me. He would have the audacity but, then again, I'd had the audacity to stare at every inch of his body without his consent. Wait, since when did I need the consent of an enemy to give him the up down. That git had no control over me and had no right to be angry. Hold on, I didn't even know if he was angry. My brain was just jumping to wild and rash conclusions that probably weren't even true. Flint's voice pulled me from my inner argument.
"Well, well, well. I didn't think Draco would be inviting you to his party," he smirked at me. Foul git. Sexy foul git.
"Harry invited me," I corrected.
"And you still came? I wonder what convinced you to do that," he continued with that smirk of his. Then I noticed that his teeth were straight. I wonder when that happened.
"I only came because Fred made me," I shrugged, pretending not to be bothered by his inquiries.
"Who is Fred? Your boyfriend?" he asked and I deadpanned.
"First of all, I'm talking about Fred Weasley. Secondly, he's my best mate, not my boyfriend. What would make you spout off something so absurd, Flint? Then again, you never were particularly bright," it was my turn to smirk.
"Oh? Is it absurd that you would be in a relationship with one of the Weasley boys? I know you like to associate with those below a proper social standing," Flint snorted. My eyes narrowed, causing his to follow suit.
"At least his personality is of better quality than yours. He doesn't walk around with his bloody nose in the air like he owns the whole damn city. You think you're so bloody brilliant because you're a chaser for a half-rate Quidditch team that hasn't won a season in three years? How pathetic," I hissed. Now that wasn't expected.
"I choose to spend my time with a better class of person and that's why I'm so bloody brilliant. Your attitude, on the other hand, is really starting to put me in a right foul mood and I would hate to ruin Draco's party," he hissed, moving so close that his face was but an eyelash's length away from mine.
"Then I'll just leave. I didn't want to come to this bloody party anyway and especially not because of some git that I haven't seen in years," I snapped and stormed off to use the floo network.
While on my rampage, a hand snapped out and caught my wrist. I turned to see Flint's eyes wide and somewhat curious. Despite the urge I felt to rush to him and tell him how I was feeling and hope he felt the same way, I narrowed my eyes and snatched my arm from him. I continued to storm off, ignoring Harry when he called out to ask me where I was going. Just as quickly as I had arrived to the party, I had left.
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When I arrived at my flat, I stormed about the place for no particular reason. All these years, I had managed to not think about Flint at any point in time other than when I was having a good tug but lately, it was becoming harder and harder for me not to think about him. Memories of our fights and banters in school plagued me during the day and haunted my dreams by night. I couldn't get that stupid, stupid boy out of my head. I had told Fred I didn't want to go to the party and when I heard Flint was going to be there, I had to go. I had to see him again. I had to…to what? Why did I have to see him again? Because I was in love with the man? Well, now isn't that just brilliant. I was in love with a sadistic arsehole who didn't think of anyone but himself but…isn't that what Harry did?
Only problem is that I was nothing like Harry. I was completely different. Sure, I had a knack and a love for Quidditch but I didn't have the forgiving spirit in me like him. I wasn't someone who could flirt and play shy and wrap a man around my finger. I wasn't nearly as attractive, at least in my view, and I wasn't nearly as kind. Sure, I had taken the boy under my wing in his first year but, that didn't mean much. I had no idea how to get over my own pride and confront Flint about his. Then again, I had no idea how to get near the man without being consumed by lust, love and annoyance which almost outweighed the afore mentioned emotions. I was so confused.
I was disgusted by Flint's attitude but drooling over his body. I was in love with the man somehow, despite said attitude, but I knew he could never love me. I wanted to storm back to that party and give him a piece of my mind but at the same time, I wanted to stay in my flat and pretend that the night hadn't happened. I needed to pretend that I didn't hint to Flint that I liked him and that I hadn't just ruined any form of potential for at least a one-off to happen between us. I needed to clear my head and I knew that there was no way that was going to happen. So, to keep myself from being unmanly and crying, I stormed into my kitchen and started making myself some tea to at least busy myself. I was such a mess.
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It was maybe two hours later when the floo flared and a somewhat peeved Harry Potter waltzed into my kitchen followed by a slightly less peeved Draco Malfoy. The floo then flared again and the bemused Weasley twins joined them.
"Would you like to care to explain why you stormed out of my flat like a child in front of several guests during my boyfriend's birthday party?" Harry snapped.
"I'm sorry, Harry. I really am. I was just having a strong disagreement with someone and I thought it best to leave before the argument turned into a brawl," I answered, praying that Harry would stop scowling at me the way he was.
"Oh? And who was this guest that you were arguing with?" he asked, folding his arms. The twins and Malfoy did their best to hide their smirks and smiles.
"Um, just an old rival," I mumbled.
"It wouldn't happen to be Marcus Flint, would it?" one of the twins snickered.
"As a matter of fact, Freddy, I think it was. I saw the two of them sharing a few words by the gift table before Wood decided to storm off," the other twin, now obviously George, snickered as well.
"That's right, Georgie! And then Flint made such a dramatic move and tried to stop Wood from leaving. Did you see those pleading puppy eyes he had?" Fred asked, nudging his twin.
"Oi, that I did, Freddy. I don't how Wood resisted," George laughed.
"For your information, it was a scowl. Neither of us was pleading with puppy dog eyes. We were both angry and had no desire to leave the argument as it was but, being the mature man that I am, I let it go and left," I snapped at the grinning ginger boys.
"Whether the two of you were hacked off or pleading with each other to stay, you almost ruined Draco's birthday party," Harry growled. I knew he had planned the party for months and I know I screwed but jeez, I didn't think he would be so mad.
"Harry, love, it isn't that big a deal. The party turned out really well and everyone had a great time. Please calm down," Malfoy mumbled and placed a hand on Harry's shoulder. It took a few breaths before Harry finally calmed down and his face evened out.
"Draco and I have other events planned and we both want to invite you and Flint but we can't until you two can figure out how to get along. So, since Draco and I have a lot of pull with both of your Quidditch teams, neither of you will play again until you do as we say," Harry announced.
"W-What do you mean?" I stammered, rubbing the back of my neck nervously.
"You can choose to move in with Flint or he can move here. I don't care which way it goes but the both of you will live together until a week before the next Quidditch season starts, which is in three months. You have until then to get your acts together and get along. I'm not going to have any more of this nonsense. You've missed the last two birthdays Draco has had because we invited Flint and he missed mine because we invited you. You've both missed our Christmas parties and several other occasions. No more, do you understand?" he asked. I could only nod.
"Now, hold on a minute, Harry. That's a little harsh, don't you think? I know you're upset about them missing our parties and such but they do have a right to say no," Malfoy mumbled, wrapping his arm around my former teammate's waist.
"Draco, they're our friends and we never get to see them because they're always trying to avoid each other and I'm sick of it. When you and I first got together, several of our friends wouldn't come around because they didn't like one of us. You didn't like and neither did I. This is our opportunity to help them resolve conflicts and get our way," Harry sighed and Malfoy could only agree with his boyfriend's logic.
"Oh, this could be fun. What do you think, Georgie?" Fred smirked and arched an eyebrow.
"Not nearly as fun as what I'm going to do to when we get home," I heard George whisper into his brother's ear.
Out of all the strange couples I'd seen, nothing topped the twincest. Naturally, the twins were the first to leave. As Harry and Malfoy were about to step into my fireplace, Harry stopped and looked back at me.
"I'll send an owl when we've told Flint our plan. In the letter, I'll let you know where to meet Draco, Flint and me so that we can discuss the living arrangements and such. Good night, Oliver," he said and both he and Malfoy disappeared in green flames.
Bugger.
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So, this is my second chapter. I must say that this is shaping up to be interesting indeed. Still, it is quite awful . I would appreciate more reviews so that I know if I should bother to continue or not. Suggestions and critiques are also valued but please, no flaming or I'll be forced to be overly rude in my response.
