I was looking around at everyone, grasping at possibilities. Why hadn't anyone told me that someone I may know is getting married? I mean, sure, I don't know everyone here but I could be happy for them just the same! It was when I next found myself on the stage that reality hit…I was the one that was being proposed to…in front of the entire crowd. That's also when it clicked in my head. Ron's congratulations hadn't been because I was living with Marcus. He had forgotten I wasn't even aware that I was going to be asked to marry Marcus. That's why Hermione had scowled so harshly at him. As I was figuring things out, I feel a sharp jab in my ribcage before receiving a glare from Harry and Draco. That's when I realized Marcus was on one knee and chuckling at my blank expression. My eyes shot open at what was going on.

"Oliver Wood, I know we haven't been together for very long but I've known for such a long time that you're the only man for me. I've been in love with you since we were mere schoolboys with a rivalry the size of five Quidditch fields. Nothing could ever make me happier than hearing you say you'll marry me," he said softly, smiling up at me. He pulled out a little black, velvet box and opened it at a teasingly and cruel pace. Once the box was open, though, my eyes widened more at the site of the silver engagement ring dotted with very small rubies.

"Oli, my love, would you do me the great honor of marrying me?" he asked softly and kindly. I even detected a hint of nervousness in his voice. Even the crowd seemed to be intense with anticipation.

"Marcus…" I whispered softly and the nervousness became more apparent on his face. The whole crowd seemed to lean forward to hear what I had to say and Harry was clinging to Draco for dear life. I was taking too long to answer and I could see Marcus very slowly beginning to lose hope.

"If I said no, I would have to be absolutely barmy and luckily for you, I'm not," I grinned at him just as the hopeful light in his eyes was about to disappear. He seemed almost confused for a moment before jumping to his feet and pulling me so close I thought I was going to become part of him.

He pressed his lips to mine hungrily, wasting no time to slip his tongue between my gasping lips. I brought my hands up his chest and around his neck before running them through his hair. When we finally broke apart for air, he grabbed one of my hands and slid the ring down onto my thin left ring finger. Nothing had ever made me so happy in my life. I crushed his lips with mine, this overwhelming sense of happiness rising in my chest. Harry, always willing to be the mood kill (I reckon he's still getting back at me for all those grueling Quidditch practices I put him through at Hogwarts), cleared his throat.

"If you two are done snogging, you have presents to open and an engagement cake to eat," he laughed heartily and gave him own boyfriend a soft peck. Normally I would have come back with a snappy little comment but another thought came to me.

"Harry, if this isn't an engagement party for you and Draco then…" I let my voice trail off, hoping he understood the question I was trying to ask. Hearing him chuckle confirmed that he did.

"Draco and I have been engaged for some time now. We sent out letters telling everyone," he said the last sentence like I should have known that bit of information. Draco cleared his throat and nervously rubbed the back of his neck.

"I used Weasley's owl and…let's just say that I think it's time for that barmy bird to retire," the blond sighed and shook his head. Harry looked at him and frowned.

"You didn't tell me they didn't get the letter! That was an important announcement, Draco!" he whined, still frowning.

"Harry, don't be like this. It's not my fault Weasley's owl is old and psychotic," Draco sighed and shook his head. I took a step closer to Marcus and clung to him while he slid an arm around my shoulders.

"You knew damn well that Ron's bird isn't trustworthy! Why did you use him?" the brunet continued to whine.

"It was the only owl available!" the blond defended himself.

"Why didn't you send out a new letter with a new owl?" Harry had now crossed his arms and was glaring at his lover. The crowd seemed oblivious as they had gone back to socializing without the guests of honor.

"I'm sorry, Harry! They know now and that's all that matters, right? Please don't be angry," Draco pouted and pulled his lover close by his hips. Thankfully (because I really didn't want to see Harry get into a lover's quarrel with Draco in front of everyone), Harry agreed with a nod and wrapped his arms around Draco's neck before giving him a soft kiss on the lips. I looked away for fear of intruding on their moment.

While the two of them were preoccupied with their snogging session that was quickly turning into a make out session, Marcus led me off the stage and towards a chaise lounge where we could sit and relax. Unfortunately, before we could reach our seats, the Weasley twins blocked our path. They both wore devilish grins and I immediately felt nervousness work its way into my stomach to tie a knot there.

"Congratulations Oliver," one started.

"I thought you would never tie the knot," the other finished.

"You know, Georgie, I always imagined Oliver being a free agent. I'm kind of sad now," the first twin, Fred sighed and fanned himself dramatically.

"And why is that, Freddie?" the other ginger asked.

"Our little boy is growing up," Fred sighed again and pretended to faint, George catching him on his way down and fanning him just as dramatically.

"Oh, come off it," I groaned and shook my head. Marcus stifled his chuckle as the twins refused to suppress theirs. While they were laughing, I led Marcus through the crowd and to the seat where we had originally intended to go.

Once we were seated, Marcus pulled me close and I rested my head on his shoulder. We were enjoying our own little world in the corner when yet another thought came to me, causing me to frown slightly.

"What are we going to do about that picture frame we bought?" I asked quietly.

"Well, I sort of figured that Draco had popped the question a long time ago so, we could still give it to them as a late engagement present," Marcus offered and I smiled.

"That's sounds like a good idea. I don't know why I didn't think of that," I mumbled, feeling stupid now.

"Oli, you probably didn't think about it because you're too busy thinking about everything else that's going on," he chuckled a bit. I sat up and looked at him.

"You're right. I'm not allowing myself time to just enjoy the party," I sighed and shook my head. Marcus quirked an eyebrow and smiled.

"You don't want to be here just as much as I don't," he posed the words as a statement rather than a question. I only nodded.

"We could always skip out early," he suggested and I shook my head.

"Harry and Draco put so much effort into throwing this party for us. If we left early, we would seem unappreciative," I pointed out and he groaned.

"You know they only threw a huge party to torture us. I told them it would be better just to invite a few people and they do this. I knew I shouldn't have trusted them," Marcus pouted and folded his arms like a child. I couldn't help but laugh.

"The party can't possibly last that long," I said, trying to cheer him up. That's when we heard the one word we didn't want to hear.

"Presents!" I heard Harry, Draco and the twins cry out from the stage. When everyone in the room turned to us expectantly, Marcus and I exchanged an exasperated look before walking to the gift table.

DunDunDun…

Later that night, when we finally returned home, we were exhausted. The moment we entered the flat and escaped the confines of the fireplace, I was stripping out of my suit jacket and tie while kicking off my shoes. Marcus was chuckling at my antics but I was ready for the night to be over. He obviously was too, considering he was following my lead. When we were barefoot and padding down the hallway, he stopped and wrapped his arms around my waist before pulling me close.

"Mmm, Oli let me help you with that," he whispered against my neck as he started to undo my tie. An idea popped into my head and I pulled away before turning to face him.

"How about you go and get comfortable in bed. If I see something that pleases me, I'll give you a show," I offered with a wink, feeling devious and sexual all of a sudden. Liking the idea, he returned the wink and slunk off to his bedroom. I waited in the hall until I heard Marcus whistle for me.

I made my way to his door and lightly pushed it open. The room was dark and lit by candlelight, vanilla scented, and my favorite. The deep green walls matched well with the black wooden floors, leather furniture, and black curtains. A marble fireplace took up space on the wall to my right which was across from the canopy bed, propped against the left wall. The bed was adorned with white sheets, an emerald comforter and black drapes around the bed. Of course, a very naked Marcus Flint was adorning the bed as well.

The green comforter was pulled aside so that he was leaning against the white pillows and on top of the white sheets. He was lying on an angle with one arm draped across his hip bone and covering his cock lazily while the other arm was supporting his body weight. He was the definition of perfection. His gaze was full of lust and love as he licked his lips, silently begging me to start the promised show. I answered his pleas with a wink and stood at the foot of the bed.

Since I had left my socks, shoes and jacket in the living room I only had to worry about the rest of my outfit. So, I started by slowly running my hands up my body and chest to my loosened tie. I slid the knot down and pulled it over my head, tossing it aside. I then ran my hands through my short hair and brought them all the way down to my hips where I started un-tucking my scarlet shirt. My hands made their way back up to the top couple of buttons and slowly (achingly so, even for me) I started to unbutton my shirt. I turned around and let my shirt slip off my shoulders and to the floor, gazing over my shoulder at Marcus before giving him another wink.

I turned back around and let my hands roam over my body, all while watching my lover bite his lip to keep from moaning too loudly. When my hands reached my belt, I slowly unbuckled it and pulled it out of its loops, turning once more. I playfully and lightly spanked myself with the belt before tossing it to the side as well. A quiet moan let me know that Marcus had enjoyed that. I gave another wink as I slowly unbuttoned my slacks and let them fall to my ankles, leaving me in my very tight briefs. By this time, I was hard and so was Marcus. Instead of stripping out of my briefs, I turned back to facing him and crawled into the bed.

The closer I got, the louder Marcus moaned and when I was close enough, I straddled his lap while moving his hand away from his cock. I brought his hands up to my body and let him caress me as I tilted my head back and moaned. He played with my nipples a bit before running his hands back down to the hem of my briefs and played with them. When he paused, I looked down and bit my lip.

"Oliver…" his husky voice trailing off.

"Do it," I whispered to him and he gave me a wicked grin.

He slid his hands around and picked me up by my arse before tossing me back down on the bed. His strong fingers gripped my briefs and pulled them all the way down my legs and off of me before launching them across the room. He leaned over me and ran a hand up my body again while his lips captured mine. Our tongues played but eventually his dominated mine and our bodies were rubbing against each other. Our pricks were pushed together and the friction was causing loud gasps and moans. His hands had moved from my body to my arms and then into mine. Our fingers were interlaced as we kissed and moved against each other until I pulled away.

"M-Marcus, I want you inside me," I whispered, blushing a bright red. He nodded with a gentle smile.

"Anything for you, my love," he returned the whisper and reached a hand down. He scooped up his pre-cum and ran it up and down his length to use as lubrication. He then walked his fingers up my abdomen, my chest, my neck and then to my lips. I licked the salty and sweet liquid off his fingers and sucked on them a bit more.

When he was satisfied, he extracted the fingers from my mouth and brought them down to my puckered hole and circled it. I spread my legs wider to allow him better access as he slid one finger inside. I whimpered loudly at the intrusion before nodding for him to continue. He moved his finger in and out for a few moments before adding a second. Eventually, a third finger had been inserted and were scissoring inside me. When they were removed, I whimpered, begging for them to return. In answer to my whimpers, the head of Marcus's large cock entered my hole. I gasped loudly and he leaned down. His hands slid back up my body and to my hands, interlacing our fingers again.

"If it hurts to much, tell me and I'll stop," he whispered to me and I nodded quietly. At that, he pushed in farther and I let out a low whine, squeezing my eyes shut.

In between pushes, he would pause and wait for me to nod so he could continue. When he was all the way inside, he waited for my hole to adjust before moving. The rhythmic moving hurt at first but soon, it was pleasurable and I was moaning loudly and begging for more. Our hands never left each other's and our lips were almost always together. When I was really starting to enjoy it, I wrapped my legs around his waist to allow him to enter at an angle. Doing that, he found my prostate quickly. The moment he hit it, I let out a very loud moan and begged him to hit again.

"Gods Marcus! H-Harder, please…" my voice trailed off as my back arched. He smiled and slammed into me, picking up speed without having to be told.

We were sweating profusely, moaning loudly, gasping for air, moving with each other and reaching completion rapidly. Miraculously, we came at the same time, screaming each other's name. Some of Marcus's seed started to leak out of me when he pulled out and somehow, that was a turn-on for me. Instead of cleaning myself up, Marcus leaned down and cleaned the cum off of my abdomen and chest. When he finished, I did the same to him before collapsing next to him and curling up into his side. The last thing I heard before drifting off to sleep was him telling me good night and that he loved me.

DunDunDun…

The next morning, I woke up completely naked and aching. I wasn't in so much pain I couldn't move but I certainly was sore. When I looked around me, Marcus wasn't by my side but I didn't panic. I found a note by my head and smiled.

Dear Oliver,

Last night was amazing. I'm so happy that I'm the first man, and the only man, that was allowed to touch you like that. As to why I'm not by your side, I awoke to see it was late in the morning and I didn't have the heart to wake you. So, I took a quick shower and went out to pick up a few more groceries. When I return, I'm going to make you a delicious lunch and then, if you feel up to it, I'm going to take you to see a muggle film. Just relax and take things slowly. I can imagine you would be sore. I'll return soon, my love.

Forever Yours,

Marcus

Smiling like an idiot, I hugged the note close and relished the scent of my soon-to-be husband before getting out of bed and taking a shower.

DunDunDun…

Just as he had promised, he had come home and made me a delicious sandwich, soup and tea. We ate together and then went out to see a muggle film. The movie was actually a showing of a slightly older film titled "Moulin Rouge." The ending had been so sad that I actually cried in the movie theatre. Despite my embarrassment, Marcus had kissed away my tears and made out with me during the credits. When we had returned home, we made love again, much rougher this time. I officially love rough sex.

When dinner came around, I cooked lasagna (since pasta related foods are my specialty) and did the dishes. When everything was put away, Marcus started a fire in the living room's fireplace and motioned for me to join him on his sofa. I was leaning against his chest, between his legs and tracing hearts on his arm when I noticed the bare mantle.

"Marcus?" I asked innocently.

"Yes?" he answered with a question.

"Why don't you have anything on your mantle? I mean, you don't have pictures or trinkets or anything," I mentioned, glancing up at him from my position. He thought for a moment before answering.

"I don't really have anything to put there. I don't take a lot of pictures and when I do travel, it's always with the team so I never have time to pick up souvenirs or trinkets," he sighed a bit and shook his head. I bit my lip at the new idea that popped into my head.

"Marcus, you know that I love Quidditch more than everything except you, right?" I asked, sitting up a bit and turning to look at him. He quirked an eyebrow.

"Yes," he answered softly and I bit my lip more.

"Well, as much as I love Quidditch, I was thinking I could take the season off and…" I let my voice trail off, feeling nervous.

"Go on," he encouraged with a smile.

"And maybe you could take the season off too and we could travel. It would be a great opportunity for you to actually enjoy sightseeing and you could take pictures and…" he cut me off with a soft kiss.

"You don't have to convince me, love. I was sold on the idea the moment you said "we." I'll book the trip tomorrow," he smiled.

A bright blush crept across my cheeks again before we both lay back on the couch and had a late night make out session.

DunDunDun…

Well, I posted another chapter today ^_^ I hope it made up for the lack of posting these last few weeks. I think that this chapter was very well done and was worth the wait ;) I spent all day at home recovering and I might spend another day home tomorrow v.v I feel icky still so maybe I can crank out chapter 10 tomorrow ^_^I'm thinking chapter 10 will be the last but I'll be making a sequel to go with it as well as the multi-chapter request I've been give ^_^ Anyway, thank you all for sticking with this story :D

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