Heyyy everyone! This is the second Chapter of my Harry/Flint fic and I hope you're enjoying reading it as much as I'm enjoying writing it!
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Chapter 2
Harry spent the next few days in a daze. He was not wondering the cliché 'what just happened?' thing because he knew very well what had happened between him and Marcus and he still had a bruise on his back to prove it.
The reason Harry was feeling so particularly dazed was that he thought about nothing and no-one but the boy he had kissed.
This was only to be expected, but it was not normal for Harry to be spending this much time thinking about someone and Hermione had noticed the change in him. However, when cross-examined by her, he deflected her questions.
''Harry, what's up?''
''Nothing.''
''You look funny.''
''Aren't you nice…''
''You know what I mean, you don't look yourself.'
''I'm fine.''
This was the truth, Harry was fine, but he needed to speak to Marcus again, he wanted to know where he stood with the strong, surly Slytherin,
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4 Days after Harry and Marcus' kiss, Harry awoke with a plan in mind to tackle Marcus about the issue regarding their steamy episode.
It was not until he arrived in the Great Hall, however, that (for the first time in days) Marcus was driven out of his mind.
He took his seat next to Hermione at the Gryffindor table, only to have her throw her arms around his neck and whisper ''Oh Harry, it's so awful!'', before placing that day's copy of the Daily Prophet on his plate.
Harry read the slanderous article with an open mouth before tossing the paper aside and standing up to leave. He really didn't need this at the moment.
Marcus arrived late for breakfast that morning and so was confused to see most of the Slytherin table laughing and pointing over at the far end of the Hall towards Potter and the Mud-blood.
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''What's happened?'', he grunted to a 7th year who passed him the article.
Rage built up inside Flint as he read the libellous passages and the wave of protective anger welled up inside him again, scorching him with emotions he was not used to yet.
He crushed the Prophet in one of his huge fists and looked up in time to see Potter striding out of the Great Hall amidst gales of laughter from the three other house tables, his black haired head held high.
Flint stood up sharply, and followed the boy out, catching up with him in time to see the boy walk into the first classroom he came to.
When Flint himself walked into the room, he saw Potter sat on one of the desks and again his protective urges towards the lithe boy welled up inside him, and he wanted to take away the things that were causing Harry this anguish.
The boy's knees were bent right up to his chest and his head was resting on them, looking completely abandoned.
Marcus knew the boy wasn't crying and, to let Harry know he was there, shut the door loudly behind him before walking towards Harry, causing the latter's head to snap up.
''Marcus?'', said Harry who, Marcus noticed, hadn't been crying, but the bags under his eyes looked just as large.
Marcus nodded before sitting on the desk next to the one Harry was perched on.
''I don't believe it.'', said the muscular Slytherin, looking right at Harry and feeling the piteous feeling in his stomach grow at the sight of the small teenager.
''You…you don't?''
''No, you're not weak.''
Harry gave a weak smile and let his legs fall to dangle off the edge of the desk, facing Flint, their kneecaps almost touching.
''The other day, Marcus...'', began Harry, but Flint shook his head.
''Feel like I want to protect you.'', he interjected.
This wasn't really relevant to their kiss, but Harry didn't say anything other than ''Why?''
The Slytherin shrugged and continued staring at Harry, ''Just do.''
''Oh.'', was all Harry could say.
''I liked kissing you.''
Harry smiled again both at the words themselves and at the fact that he got the impression Marcus had never opened up to someone like this before.
''I liked it too.''
''Ok.''
Harry considered the Slytherin for a moment, looking at his face carefully.
Marcus had a strong jaw and dark eyes which were capped with thick eyebrows. There was nothing amazing about the way he looked, thought Harry.
Marcus' body was, Harry thought to himself, very appealing. He was drawn to Marcus' broad, muscular frame and had never felt anything quite like being wrapped in the Slytherin's strong arms.
''You Ok?'', asked Flint.
Harry nodded, a sad look coming about his face again, ''I'll just have to deal with it; I'm used to people sniping at Me.'', not caring if he sounded like a martyr or not. Flint knew he wasn't weak and, for some reason, that was all that mattered to Harry at the moment.
Marcus considered the boy before standing up and walking over to sit next to Harry on the desk.
Harry immediately felt safer with the warm mass next to him and, completely subconsciously, rested his head on Flint's broad shoulder without any consideration at how the other boy would react to this.
Flint, it appeared, had never been in this situation before and was considering what to do. In the end, he placed his arm around Harry's shoulders as he had done in the corridor 4 days previously and said nothing.
They remained there for a full 5 minutes before the bell rang in the distance and Harry looked up at Marcus who, it appeared, had been staring down at the boy the entire time, but hadn't spoken once.
Standing up grudgingly, Harry picked up his bag and looked at Flint who was still sitting on the desk, watching him.
''Meet me here after lunch?''
Flint nodded and Harry hesitated before placing a light kiss on Flint's lips.
When Harry turned away however, he felt Flint's strong arms wrap around his waist as the Slytherin stood up.
Harry watched with the smallest smile as the broad boy leaned down to kiss Harry harder.
Harry's arms snaked around Flint's neck as they kissed before, all too soon, breaking apart and looking at each other, Harry breathing rather heavily.
Flint did not seem to know what to do with himself and, with a last, awkward kiss on Harry's cheek, walked out of the classroom, shoving aside a Ravenclaw as he exited.
Harry smiled at this, surprising himself.
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The rest of the morning dragged by for Harry, who was anxious for lunch to arrive.
With the continuous teasing and jeers from the rest of the school, coupled with his anxiousness to meet Marcus again, Harry felt as though someone had bewitched the clocks in the school to make them go slower.
When the bell finally rang for Lunch, Harry sighed in relief and walked down to the Great Hall with Hermione, his emerald eyes locking on Marcus' dark ones as they walked through the door.
Harry only picked at his food; he was longing to talk to Marcus again and, after about 10 minutes of pretending to eat, stood up and told Hermione he was going for a walk, declining her request to accompany him.
He left the great hall and began walking to the classroom he and Marcus has occupied earlier. His head was swimming with nerves and the continual shame and sadness of Rita's article and its repercussions.
Why was Marcus standing by him? Why had he chosen to believe Harry and kissed him on two separate occasions?
Harry reached the correct corridor and almost sprinted to the empty classroom, shutting the door behind him with a sigh, relishing the peace and quiet.
He walked towards the desk he and Flint had sat on earlier and leaned against it, waiting for the larger boy to join him.
Sure enough, barely 5 minutes later, Marcus walked through the door and straight up to Harry who stood up straight to face him.
''Hi.'', said Harry, placing one of his small hands on Marcus' large chest.
''Hi, You OK?''
Harry smiled, knowing that he was probably the only person in Hogwarts that Marcus was this nice to.
''Not bad.''
''Yes you are.''
''I'm fine.''
''You're not, you look pale. You've not eaten for 2 meals.''
Harry looked up at Marcus who was already looking down at him and wrapped his arms around Flint's neck, pressing his face against the Slytherin's chest.
Flint wrapped his arms around Harry's waist and said nothing, waiting for the boy to talk, breathing in the scent of Harry's hair.
''What are we?'', came Harry's muffled voice.
Marcus didn't quite know what Harry was asking and so remained silent.
Harry pulled away and looked Marcus straight in the face, ''what are we to each other?''
Marcus shrugged.
''Do you care about me?'', asked Harry.
''Yes. But I'm still figuring out why I care so much.'', said Marcus, looking down at his large hands.
''What do you mean?''
''Don't know.''
Harry stood on tiptoe and kissed Marcus softly on the lips, sighing slightly as he felt Marcus' arms wrap around his waist again and kiss him back deeply, dominating the proceedings again; seeming to impose is strong being into the contact.
They continued to kiss, Marcus pulling one of Harry's thighs up to wrap around his waist, following an inexplicable desire to be closer to the boy.
Harry groaned as his leg slid over Flint's hip, noting to himself that the Flint he spoke to and the Flint he kissed were like two completely different people.
Flint himself likened his situation to walking blindly in the dark; he had a protective urge towards the boy and could not understand it; he liked Harry, but did not understand the feeling itself, never having fancied someone before and taking into account his reclusive nature was afraid of going wrong.
The kiss deepened and Marcus sat on the desk, pulling Harry on top of him to straddle his lap, the Slytherin's muscular arms holding fast around the slim hips of the Gryffindor.
Harry's hands moved to hold either side of Flint's jaw as he pulled backwards, driven by a desire for oxygen.
Flint, whose lips were just as pink as Harry's and who was breathing deeply, his large chest expanding against Harry's flat one and, closed his eyes for a moment as the cool hands placed themselves either side of his strong jaw.
They stared at each other for another long moment before Flint leaned forwards to kiss Harry's neck, prompting the teenager to gasp a little and hold Flint a little tighter, his hands resting on the broad shoulders as Flint's lips moved to his collar bone.
Harry was hard, and he could feel Flint's enormous erection digging into his backside; Flint grunted in pleasure as Harry pressed down against it.
With a small smile, Harry pressed down again and Flint, for the first time since Harry had met him, smiled at the Gryffindor before standing up abruptly, holding Harry's backside tightly.
Harry gasped and wrapped his deceptively powerful legs tightly around Marcus for support, prompting another groan from the muscular Slytherin.
Harry buried his face in the thick neck and breathed in the boyish smell of the Slytherin as Marcus himself walked them to the front of the classroom, still carrying Harry and pressed the boy against the wall, making Harry's legs tighten around his waist.
Harry lifted his head and looked Marcus straight in the eyes before they crushed their noses and mouths together in a desperate kiss filled with lust.
Marcus ground himself against the boy, rubbing their erections together, causing Harry to gasp and for the Slytherin himself to grunt occasionally as he kissed the younger boy's lips and neck.
The kissing became more and more fiery as Marcus ground more vigorously against Harry, the latter's arms and legs tightening around him as they both felt themselves reaching breaking point.
Then, all at once, Harry clenched his legs tightly around Marcus as he came, making the Slytherin peak as well, grunting once more as they pair of them filled their boxers and trousers with the sticky substance.
Grudgingly, Marcus let Harry down and looked at the mess in their crotches.
''I can fix that.'', mumbled Harry as he waved his wand, clearing up the mess and looked up at Marcus, ''wow''.
Marcus smirked at Harry, who blushed, ''Like that?''.
Harry nodded and, as he felt the warm, reassuring heat of Marcus press against him in a tight embrace, wondered to himself why Flint had chosen him to open up to him like this.
Marcus himself, ever reclusive did not voice his fears that Harry was too good for him and that the beautiful Gryffindor would eventually see this, but held on a little tighter, hugging Harry in a way he had never hugged anyone before.
They broke apart and Harry looked at his watch, ''we've still got 30 minutes left until lessons.''
''I don't want to go back to lunch with that bunch of pricks.'', grunted Marcus
''Which bunch of pricks?''
''Everyone.''
Harry frowned as Marcus sat on the floor, legs bent, his back against the wall.
''Don't you like any of them?'', asked the fourth year.
Marcus shook his head and looked up at Harry, ''except you.''
Harry smiled and sat down on Flint's lap, pressing his narrow back against the Slytherin's large chest.
He was pleasantly surprised when a pair of muscular arms wrapped around his waist and he leaned his head back on Flint's shoulder.
''Are we going out?'', he asked the Slytherin captain.
He felt Flint shrug but did not press the issue, it was just nice to be sat with someone who wasn't plaguing him with insults about the article, or else pestering him to work harder and revise.
Then, before he could stop himself, Harry said, ''you're the only person that doesn't stare at my scar, why?''
Flint waited a second before replying, ''I know what it's like being stared at.''
''Do you?''
''Yes.''
''How come? Who stares at you?''
''A lot of people, because they think I'm weird.''
''Well you aren't weird!'', said Harry indignantly, ''Just because you don't talk much doesn't mean you're weird!''
Flint said nothing and Harry turned in Flint's lap to face him.
''You're famous though.''
Harry was confused, ''what do you mean?''
Flint grunted something that Harry did not hear and it was only when Harry asked him to repeat himself did Marcus say ''you could be with anyone.''
Harry stared at the scowling boy, but chose not to reply straight away. Instead, he placed a kiss on Flint's cheek and said ''but I want to be with you.''
Flint didn't show any sign that he had heard Harry except to move his hands from Harry's waist to glide up and down the teenager's narrow back.
''I don't want to go back out there with all that sniping.'', said Harry as they stoop up 20 minutes later.
''Who gives you trouble?'', growled Flint.
''Everyone.''
Flint looked angry and said, ''let me know if anyone hurts you'', before kissing Harry on the lips and scowling as he left the classroom.
Harry watched him walk down the corridor after following him out; taller than nearly everyone else, he barged through them moodily, prompting another indulgent smile from Harry.
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''Flint! Where've you been.'', asked a couple of people as Flint walked into Charms.
''Mind your own business.''
''You missed Draco and Potter duelling outside Potions! It was great! Malfoy nearly got the attention seeking dick as well.''
The same protective fury welled up inside Flint as he thought about Harry being hurt by Malfoy.
A few sparks flew out of the end of Marcus' wand as his temper rose.
''What's up with you, Flint.''
''Piss off and mind your own.''
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There you have it, folks! Chapter 2! I'm trying not to make Marcus sound too mushy, but at the same time I'm tying to get across that Harry really is the only person in Hogwarts he cares about and it's difficult! Don't forget to let me know what you thought about the Chapter!