Ok! Here's Chapter 3 to anyone who wants to read it! It's relatively smut-less I'm afraid because I'm trying to develop the plot and the characters more in this instalment so sorry all those expecting smut!
I promise there will be more soon- this is more of a mushy episode so enjoy
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Chapter 3
Thanks to the events outside his potions lesson, Harry was forced to walk to dinner alone that evening as Hermione was still in the hospital wing having her teeth reduced, thanks to that stuck up git's spell.
He was just thinking that the last thing he needed right now was a detention spent entirely in the company of Snape and Ron, both of whom Harry was in no mood to deal with at the moment, when he was dragged into a side-passage.
''What…'', he began but he felt a large hand grip his forearm tightly and heard a familiar deep voice.
''He cursed you.''
''Who did?''
''Malfoy!'', Flint growled, sounding quite dangerous.
''He didn't, Marcus. He tried to but his hex rebounded off of mine and hit Hermione.'', said Harry quickly, wincing at the firm grip on his arm, ''my arm.''
But Marcus had already let go of the boy, only to stuff his hands in his pockets, scowling.
''Why did he try and curse you?'', Marcus questioned, still looking furious.
''Because he's a git.'', said Harry simply, rubbing his arm absently.
The Slytherin did not speak for a while and then said, ''Sorry.''
''Why are you sorry?'', said Harry, frowning.
''Hurt you.'', grunted the boy, taking Harry's arm in his hands, pulling up the sleeve of the Gryffindor's robes and examining the fading red marks.
''It's fine, you were angry.'', said Harry.
''Not at you.'', said the Slytherin, looking up almost pleadingly into Harry's face.
Harry took a step towards the Slytherin and placed his Hands in Flint's, ''I know, it's fine. At least you care about me.''
Flint pulled Harry towards him and slouched against the wall, his legs at an angle to his body until he was at Harry's height.
Harry placed a leg either side of Flint's so they were pressed together completely and rested his forehead against Marcus'.
Flint slowly raised his head and softly pressed his lips to Harry's, his arms wrapping around the boy.
Harry smiled gently before returning the kiss, his arms around Marcus' neck, the fingers of his right hand entwining with the Slytherin's black hair.
They remained there for a minute or so, kissing, until Harry pulled his head away, but did not stand away from the 7th year.
''I'm starving, I haven't eaten today.''
Flint nodded, but did not relinquish the slender teen. His eyes were unfocussed as he looked at Harry's lips.
Harry smiled slightly before placing his hands either side of Flint's slightly stubbly cheeks and turning the Slytherin's head up to look into the dark eyes.
''Are you listening to me?'', he asked the muscular boy with a hint of irritation.
Flint's eyes focussed on Harry's and he nodded, kissing Harry once before standing up straight, his hands resting on Harry's shoulders now.
''You need a shave.'', Harry teased the older boy who scowled down at him, but Harry could tell Marcus wasn't really angry.
''Meet me by the front doors at 12oclock.'', said Marcus slowly before kissing Harry once more and walking away.
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By the time Harry made it to the Great Hall, he was ravenous with hunger and took his seat beside Hermione who looked at him shrewdly.
''What're you smiling about?'', she questioned; looking at him as though he was sickening for something.
''Nothing.'', said Harry, smiling at her even more broadly before saying, ''you got your teeth shrunk then?''.
''Yes, it took a while though.'', she said, going a little pink, but Harry did not press the issue and contented himself instead with loading his plate.
They ate in near silence, and it was not until they were walking slowly up to Gryffindor tower later that evening when Hermione looked sideways as her friend ''Harry, there's something different with you lately.''
Harry who's thoughts had been wrapped up in Marcus, looked around guiltily, ''what to you mean?''.
''Don't know'', was her reply as she continued to frown at him.
Harry did not reply. The time was not right for Hermione to know yet, but he thought to himself that she would certainly be the first to know when he was ready to talk about it.
They spoke very little as they did their homework that night; attempting to ignore the constant mutterings of their fellow students, preferring in stead to act as though they were alone.
At 12oclock, after Harry had pretended to be in bed for an hour, he stood up, pulled a hoodie over his pyjama top, donned the invisibility cloak, snuck out of the room and crept down the spiral staircase.
The common room was nearly empty save for a few first years playing gob-stones by the fire and who did not notice the portrait hole opening.
Harry, who had was wearing nothing but his pyjama bottoms, t-shirt and hoodie along with his trainers and the invisibility cloak, walked quickly so as not to get too cold, reminding him self that it was November, after all.
He descended the Marble staircase 10 minutes later to find that Marcus was already waiting there, wearing a pair of tracksuit bottoms and a zip-up hoodie.
He nodded at Harry when the latter pulled off the invisibility cloak and waited for the boy to approach him before hesitating and kissing the black haired 4th year.
''Where're we going?'', asked Harry as Flint pulled away.
Flint did not answer but pushed the oaken front doors open and held them for Harry who smiled and walked through them, waiting for Flint to catch him up.
They walked in silence for a minute or two before Flint nudged Harry in the side and prompted him to walk towards the lake.
Harry, after battling with him self internally looked sideways carefully before placing his hand in Flint's who didn't respond immediately before (to Harry's delight) closed his hand around the 4th year's.
Flint did not speak until they reached a Willow tree which looked out over the lake, its leaf-covered fronds seeming to wave at them in the slight breeze.
''Here.'', he grunted, letting go of Harry's hand and unzipping his hoodie, exposing a tight t-shirt which hugged his muscular frame attractively to lay it on the frosty ground before sitting on it, his back against the tree, his legs stretched out before him, slightly open.
Harry sat opposite him, crossed his legs Indian-style and wrapped his arms around himself tightly.
Flint who had watched the boy as though in a trance, was thinking dully to himself that Harry really was perfect in his opinion.
He liked, (though he did not know how to describe it to himself), Harry's smooth pale face, the way his black fringe fell occasionally over his eyes and the saviour's lithe frame.
Harry was shivering to himself, but he tried to hide it from Marcus who was still looking at him.
''You cold?''
Harry shook his head, but ruined the effect slightly by shuddering as he did so.
Flint did not speak but crossed his legs in imitation of Harry and pulled the smaller teen to sit on his lap; the Gryffindor's small back pressed against his broad chest and rested his chin on Harry's shoulder.
Harry sighed slightly as he felt the warmth of Flint's muscular chest pressed against his back and smiled to him self when a pair of strong arms wrapped around him securely, filling his body with a welcome warmth.
Resting his head sideways on Flint's, whose chin was still upon his shoulder, Harry said quietly, ''aren't you cold?''
He felt Marcus shake his head, the movement digging the strong chin slightly into Harry's shoulder.
Marcus seemed to be staring out across the lake, towards the mountains, his arms tightened slightly around Harry.
Even though Harry was chilly, the warmth of Marcus' chest, head and arms were enough to keep him where he was and he leaned back further against the Slytherin.
''Marcus?''
Marcus made a noise of ascent.
''Are we going out''
He felt the arms tighten around him a little more but Marcus didn't answer and Harry didn't feel that the time was right to press the issue, not when he was feeling so content.
''I'll kill Malfoy.'', Marcus grunted unexpectedly.
''What?''
''I'll smash his face in if he tries to hex you again.''
Harry would have turned to face Marcus, but the warmth of they other boy's chest against his back was too nice to release and so he said, ''please don't, I don't want you in trouble.''
Marcus grunted and moved his head from Harry's shoulder to press his face against the back of the boy's head, breathing in the now familiar scent of the 14 year olds hair.
Ignoring the goose bumps that spread up the back of his neck at the feel of the Slytherin's hot breath, Harry pressed the issue. ''Marcus.''
Marcus grunted.
''Promise you won't go after Malfoy.''
''OK''
Harry smiled to himself before turning his head sideways to kiss Marcus' cheek.
''You sit here a lot?'', Harry asked, closing his eyes and leaning backwards against Marcus completely now, forcing Marcus' chin back onto his shoulder from behind.
''Sometimes, when I'm Mad.'', said Marcus before kissing the shell of Harry's ear lightly.
''It's a nice spot.'', said the Gryffindor, looking out between the curtain of willow branches towards the crescent moon, reflected in the glassily smooth lake.
''Do you like it?'', asked Marcus.
''Yeah, it's peaceful.'', replied the boy, enjoying the rumbling vibrations from Flint's chest against his back when the Slytherin spoke.
''You still cold?'', asked Marcus, a slight vein of concern in his voice as he tightened his muscular arms around Harry' holding him closer.
''Not anymore.'', said Harry.
They sat in silence for at least 5 minutes, a silence which gave Harry time to reflect upon what had happened to him over the last week.
If someone had told Harry 6 days ago that he would be sat, looking out at the lake, on Marcus Flint's lap, feeling this content considering the turmoil his life is in, he would have told them they'd been hit with a confundus charm.
Marcus pulled one of his arms from around Harry to look at his watch.
''It's nearly Half-one.'', grunted the Slytherin, surprising Harry by kissing him on the back of the neck.
Harry nodded and stood up, not enjoying the loss of Marcus' warmth all around him as the older boy stood up as well, picking his jacket up from the ground.
They looked at each other for a moment before Marcus walked towards Harry and pressed the Gryffindor against him, kissing Potter's invitingly pink lips.
Harry had never had so few garments separating himself from Marcus' flesh and enjoyed the feel of Flint's heavily muscular form pressed against his front as he entwined on of his hands with the Slytherin's hair.
They broke apart and Marcus, surprising Harry yet again that night placed his jacket around Harry's narrow shoulders, smirking at how big the garment was for the Gryffindor.
Harry pretended to look annoyed when he noticed Flint smirking at this fact but ruined the effect by blushing slightly, turning his pale face a darker shade of grey in the light cast by the moon.
At the same time, they turned and began walking towards the castle, Flint taking Harry's small hand in his huge one automatically now, prompting another smile from the boy.
They did not talk much on their trek back up to the front doors and walked through them in silence.
''Well, I'll see you tomorrow?'', asked Harry, taking Flint's hoodie from his shoulders and handing it back to the muscular boy.
Flint nodded and, as Harry handed him the garment, grabbed the boys hand and pulled him in for a searing kiss that Harry subconsciously wished would never end.
Finally they broke apart and Marcus placed a hand on Harry's shoulder and said, ''same time tomorrow'', before walking away towards the steps leading to the dungeons.
Harry smiled to himself, pulling the invisibility cloak over himself before walking back to the portrait of the fat lady, giving the password to the irritated painting and clambering into the common room.
He did not much feel like going to bed just yet, he could still smell Flint on his clothes and instead lay on a settee right in front of the fire, staring into the flames; wondering how he could feel so happy when so many people hated him.
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When Flint marched into the Slytherin Common room, he was accosted by Malfoy, ''where've you been?''
Flint didn't even answer, but scowled at the blond before walking towards a distant armchair and sitting down.
To his annoyance, Malfoy followed him over; doesn't this prat take a hint?
''Guess what?''
''What'', grunted Flint, not looking at Malfoy.
''I nearly cursed Potter earlier! You should have seen it, the little half-blood attention seeker mouthed off at me and I nearly got him.'', Malfoy said, the glee apparent in his voice.
Flint clenched his jaw and tried to control his anger, he'd promised Harry but it was difficult listening to this little stuck up dick shouting his mouth off about the Gryffindor.
''Anyway, I've got to go, more badges to make.'', Malfoy finished, a malicious gleam in his eyes.
Flint couldn't help him self, he stuck his large foot out as Malfoy passed him, sending the blond Slytherin face first to crash on the floor, blood spurting from both his nostrils.
As Malfoy writhed around on the flagged floor, Flint stood up and said ''Accident'', before stalking away to bed, leaving Malfoy to stagger out of the door towards the hospital wing.
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Back in Gryffindor tower, Harry Potter was still lying on the settee, staring into the glowing embers of the fire, subconsciously smelling the shoulder of his hoodie; the place Marcus had been resting his head.
He could feel sleep coming, but made no effort to stand up. He merely rolled over onto his other side and allowed the oblivion to sweep over him, the feeling of contentment left by contact with Marcus acting upon him more effectively than any sleeping potion.
He smiled slightly to himself and drifted off to sleep, thinking not of the tournament, the article, the jibes of fellow students or Ron's jealousy, but at the memory of Flint's lips pressed against his own.
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Well! There you have it! I'm quite proud of this chapter if I do say so myself and I'm aware that, though the plot is moving quite slowly, their relationship is speeding along at a rate that I'm finding hard to control lol. Let me know what you think! Reviews make me happy!
