A/N: Sorry that took so long, had a little bloke for a while…
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Oliver
"Raising hell? What are you, fucking George and Fred Weasley?" I smiled sweetly at Pansy, who looked at me suspiciously. You never thought I had it in me, did you Miss Parkinson?
"Come on, Pansy, I know that deep down in your Slytherin heart, you're just dying to make some mischief." I narrowly resisted the urge to jab her in the chest, because that would be crude and potentially dangerous for me. She seemed to think about it for a few seconds,
"You're one disturbed being, Oliver Wood." She scoffed and I laughed,
"Come on." The three of us made our way to the Hospital Wing quickly, trying to avoid any students that might be in the halls, until we reached the corridor that ended with the doors of the Hospital Wing.
"We should form some sort of p…" I began when a loud moan echoed through the hall from behind the heavy doors,
"Oh, Albus." I shut my mouth and shook my head, looking at my two companions,
"Did anyone else hear that?" Gods, I hope I'm dreaming- a really horrible nightmare,
"Poppy, you're so good to me." Nope, no such luck. I looked wildly around, Pansy had both her hands clamped tightly over her mouth, her whole body shaking with suppressed screams and Draco was pale as a ghost, looking like he was about to hurl. I, myself couldn't really figure out which one was best- screaming or hurling, and for a wild second even contemplated fainting when the couple in the room moaned again and I was spurred into action. I grabbed the two shocked teenagers and shoved them unceremoniously into the nearest classroom, shutting the door quickly and casting a silencing spell, for Pansy's sake.
"AAAAAAHHHHHHHH. Fuck, fuck, fuck, shite, bugger, bullocks, and gross, gross, GROSS! AAAAHHHHHH!" I let her get it out of her system while walking over to Draco and hugging him tight. He was so shocked he didn't even tremble.
"Well, that was… interesting." I said with a shaky smile, drawing two murderous, out-of-words gazes from the two Slytherins, what can I say, I'm a Gryffindor at heart- we do not shock too easily, though this one made me ever so thankful that I haven't had any dinner yet. "Hmm, ok, guys, here is what I think we should do. One of us would fake an injury, and the others will accompany him or her to the Hospital Wing they'd try to get the potion," I figured that in their shocked state, Draco and Pansy would probably go along with any plan I might come up with, besides, spurring them into action might help them to overcome the shock, though I have a feeling it would take some intense fucking on Draco and mine part to actually forget it. "As Pansy's already on the verge of hysteria, I think that you should be the one injured, sorry lovely." I said and looked down at the beautiful blonde in my arms. Draco raised his eyes frightfully to me; he obviously didn't count on getting hurt during this prank. "It shouldn't be something too serious, just like, hmm, I don't know, a black eye or something." I stammered slightly, biting my lip and cowering under his gaze. Maybe we should just abort this, this is not Fred and George we're talking about here, who'd take a bludger to the head if it will benefit the prank, this is after all the man I love…
"Well then, what are you waiting for?" We both turned to look at Pansy, who was smirking at us. Damn it, for someone who was up a wall less that two minutes ago she sure picked herself up quickly,
"I'm not going to hit my boyfriend!" I cried out indignantly, and I really wasn't- if only to assure that I would still have a boyfriend when this night is over.
"Oh, fine! Do I have to do all the bloody work around here?" Before Draco and I could assess her statement she crossed the room in three big strides and her fist went flying in the air, smacking Draco so hard it nearly knocked him off his feet. We both stared wide eyed at the girl who was cradling her hand and had a rather smug look on her face.
"You fucking bitch, you bloody hit me!" Draco was screaming at the top of his lungs and tried to launch himself at Pansy. I grabbed Draco by the midriff to prevent having to rush both of them to the hospital wing,
"You said my breasts are small." Pansy shrieked in return,
"Well, they bloody are!" They were, but that fact was completely not the point right now, and I realized I had to step in before there will be actual casualties.
"Alright children- That's enough!" I said in my best captain-voice and they both turned to look at me. Pansy gave me a venomous glare and stomped to the other side of the class and stood facing the wall with her arms crossed over her none-existing breasts. Draco gave me a sad and pitiful look that was begging for a hug, which I couldn't nor wanted to deny him, especially when the skin around his left eye started to change colours rapidly. Boy, that Pansy girl sure has a mean right-hook.
"Ok, the coast is clear, let's go." Draco and I looked up sharply from our little hug-turned-into-a-make-out-session, we completely forgot Pansy was in the room and the little tyke didn't bother to draw attention to herself, looks like we're not the only ones who need sex to forget sex. I pulled away from Draco, trying to discreetly adjust my robes but from the amused glint in Pansy's eyes I knew I wasn't fooling anyone. Well, fuck her- I'm not going to get bloody defensive and apologize for the fact that my boyfriend gets me hard.
We made our way back to the infirmary and listened intently for suspicious noises, luckily for our sanity, there were none. Pansy took a deep breath and before anyone could say or do anything she burst in loud sobs. Merlin, I have to hand it to that girl, she was good! Nearly as good as Tonks was back in the day. Without warning the flung the infirmary's doors open and dragged Draco inside. I quickly followed, trying to compose a decent last-moment story for Madame Pomfrey, my brilliant plan of fifteen minutes ago was all but forgotten from the second I heard Madame Pomfrey's moans.
"What's wrong?" She rushed to us like a bat out of hell, only clad in white and I had to bite the inside of my cheek not to burst out laughing, or screaming in terror.
"Hmm, I found them outside the Great Hall, it looks like D-Mr. Malfoy has injured himself somehow." I managed to chock out and turned my head away from the matron. Gods, I could still hear the echoes of those moans, why did I ever think this were a good idea?
"He… He's been hit." Pansy elaborated through her sobs, and I had a feeling she was fighting real hysteria again.
"Who did it?" Madame Pomfrey's voice was somewhat distracted as she bent down to examine Draco more closely after shoving him to sit in a chair, Pansy and I exchanged a shocked glance, shit- we didn't think about that!
"It… it was Goyle." I frowned at her and she shrugged, who the fuck is Goyle?
"Oliver," I jumped up at hearing my name being called and looked at Madame Pomfrey expectantly, I just began edging my way towards her supply room when she called me to a stop, "Would you be a doll and nip to the store room and get me a bruise-healing paste and some calming draught?" she added after another look at Pansy and I ducked into the store room before the grin on my face would spread so far at seeing the look on Pansy's face. Well, I admit, it's not nearly as fun as breaking in on your own does and if Fred and George were here they'd called it cheating but hell- I was in the store room and I wasn't daft enough to pass this opportunity. I quickly searched around for some bruise-healing paste and calming draught keeping an eye open for some hangover potion. Locating the three vials I slipped the hangover potion to my pocket and exited the store room.
It was really amusing seeing Pansy struggling to convince Madame Pomfrey that she was not on the verge of hysteria, but then again, I might have benefited from a claming draught myself. Naturally, Madame Pomfrey had enough experience as a school nurse to know better than believing students and Pansy had little choice but down the vial and grimace at the taste.
"The paste should take about ten minutes to work, perhaps you should stay in the Hospital Wing for a while." Madame Pomfrey suggested while she dabbed Draco's eye with the thick, foul smelling, and yellow paste.
"No!" he exclaimed before he could stop himself and she gave him a slanted look making him gulp, poor thing, he didn't want to stay in here anymore than any of us did, "I'll be fine. I'm just going to go and relax in my common room for a bit, before returning to the party." He stammered, a dubious frown crossed the matron's face and I jumped in quickly,
"I'll take him there. Make sure he gets plenty of rest." From behind the matron's back I could see Pansy rolling her eyes, well- I wasn't really thinking of anything before but… thank you very much.
"Alright, you do that Mr. Wood." Before she could change her mind I grabbed Draco and followed by Pansy we quickly left the Hospital Wing. When we were a couple of corridors away Pansy halted and turned to face us,
"Well boys. I think I've had enough crazy adventures for one night. If you'll excuse me, I have a lovely date, waiting for me in the Great Hall." With that she turned and sauntered down the hall, looking purposefully forward and ignoring us.
"I suppose we better get this to the Ravenclaw tower then." I said absently and Draco nodded. We turned and headed towards the west tower together. Now that all the excitement was over, there seem to be nothing left to say and we made our way in silence. When we reached the corridor next to the tower I stopped,
"You should go and get Michael the potion." I said and dug around my pocket, giving the small vial to Draco. The skin around his eye was notably less coloured but you could still tell he was hit. I opened my mouth to say something but closed it again, what could I say really? I'm sorry I dragged you in? Sorry your best friend is a bitch with a breast complex?
Draco turned and headed to the portrait in front of the Ravenclaw tower and I leaned against the wall feeling like seven kinds of stupid- stupid ball, stupid Michael, stupid stunt, and stupid, stupid Dumbledore and Pomfrey. There were muffled sounds coming from the portrait hole, sounding rather angry and I peered around the corner to see Draco standing before Mandy, who had her arms crossed over her chest. Draco's stance clearly screamed he was furious, but Mandy didn't look in the slightest abashed by it. Gods, she was an excellent flyer and chaser but a hell of a pain in the butt! I leaned my head against the wall and felt like a real idiot. The prank didn't feel at all like the good old days. And it wasn't because of the current culprits, it was just… I can't even put my finger on it. I hate this place…
"Bloody Brocklehurst bitch!" I turned my head to see Draco fuming and stomping his way to me. I couldn't really help but smile. He stopped in front of me and looked up to see me smile, and his anger seemed to melt away,
"So, now that the mission is complete, what say you we head back to the hall?" Draco took a step closer, his body now flush against mine and he purred in my ear,
"What say you we head back to your room? I've had enough of that stupid ball." His hands were running down the sides of my body, under the robes and gods did I want to say yes…
"I can't. I'm a chaperon." I said as miserably as I could (which was quite miserable, really), but that didn't draw the expected reaction from Draco- the appropriate reaction would, of course be, "Oh you poor thing"!! not
"Oh, that's right, Professor." I had to actually wait a few seconds until he stopped laughing,
"Don't bloody say that! Gods, I feel old now." Draco buried his head in my chest to try and stifle his giggles, and I rolled my eyes to the ceiling and tried to cling to my misery so I could taunt him later, but the vibrations of his body against mine were making it quite difficult to concentrate.
"Apparently, old folk can have fun too," he chocked in my ear and then took a deep breath before nuzzling it, "Oh, Albus." A little shocked sob escaped my lips and I looked down at my body and then at Draco,
"Great, now you've done it. My balls have escaped so high up I doubt they'll ever come down again." Draco followed my gaze down with a half startled half amused look and I patted his shoulder, "Good luck finding them." It took him a couple of seconds to compose himself before he brushed his hand over my crotch,
"I wouldn't mind having a little go at searching right now…" I ran my fingers through his hair, completely forgetting that we are still in the middle of the corridor,
"Why, you are a wicked little Slytherin, with clever little fingers and a clever little tongue…"
"If you're about to say I have a clever little cock, or a clever little arse," he cut me with a semi threatening voice, "You will need a torch and a point me spell to find your balls again." I quirked my eyebrows at him and he gave me a stern look, which was pretty much the last straw and I just let the laughter tumbling from my lips. I detached myself from the wall and pushed Draco back, straightening his robes and we started making our way back to the hall. Before we could even see the doors Tonks popped in front of us, supporting a rather alarming shade of green for hair,
"Ollie, there you are!" she cried happily and then her eyes landed on Draco who did not look happy to see her, "Draco?"
"Didn't I tell you to keep your crazy hair away from me?" he nearly barked at her, maybe I should have forgo the last bit of the ball and take him back to my room after all…
"I came to ask Ollie for a dance, but now that you're here I've changed my mind." She announced and I could barely conceal my sigh of relief, "Come on, Draky, one for Nanna?" Draky?
"Don't ever call me that! Nymphadora!" A family feud, wonderful. "I would never dance with you, EVER, even if Nanna was still alive!" Draco was full in his element now and I wondered if he might try to smack Tonks, not that she didn't deserve it and not that she wouldn't hit him back, but I think Draco had enough punches for one night. Before I could step in though, he seemed to collect himself together and pulled to his full height, which was sufficient to tower over Tonks, "If you'll excuse me, I'm going to find my date." He said haughtily and spun around walking to the Great Hall with his head held high and his frame rigid.
"Well, what crawled up his butt?" Hmm, I wonder… "Would you like a dance, Ollie?" she turned to me with a wide smile, Draco all but forgotten to her.
"Not even if Nanna was alive." I answered with a smile, and Tonks gave a shocked squeak,
"Don't utter Nanna's name in vain." She chided me and smacked my arm playfully.
"Sorry. Who's Nanna, anyway?"
"Grandmother Black, of course." Of course. Should have known that. "Speaking of, what are you doing out here, all alone with my sweet, charming, Slytherin of a cousin?" Her question caught me a little by surprise, and lying to Tonks was never as easy as lying to McGonagall.
"Er I… was doing rounds, and um, so was he- being a prefect and all. And um, we sort of met on our way back to the hall and uh, walked together." Goodness, that was lame… luckily Tonks wasn't really paying much attention,
"My, Ollie, you're life is just one thrill after another these days."
"You have no idea…" And I'd like to keep it that way, if I can.
"Come on, let's go spike the punch and see how drunk we can get before one of the teachers catches us." She said brightly and I sighed in defeat, this was beyond unfair.
"Can't. I'm one of them now." Just like Draco, Tonks seemed to find the idea hilarious- Black humour, in more ways than one.
"Oh, that's right; you've become an old, settled and respectable professor." Well, I don't know about respectable but it sure feels old…
"Speaking of old, guess who's rocking the Headmasters' socks." Ha, that one got her right!
"No! Oooh, don't tell me- McGonagall." I shook my head, and she frowned, "Really? Could have sworn she had it big for him…" We all did, as a matter of fact. "Trelawney?"
"Nope."
"Sprout? Flitwick? Snape?" I was grinning wide now, it was so predictable that she'd go for the male staff before even acknowledging half the females teachers.
"No. Snape isn't really that old, you know. Besides, he's got more of a… wolfish appetite." I'm a really bad person and should be punished for telling her this, but I've had a traumatic experience tonight and I need to feel normal again and what's more normal than gossiping about teachers with Tonks?
"No! Snape and Lupin?" She nearly shrieked and I had to shush her, lest Snape swoop down on us from the ceiling in rage or Peeves getting wind of this. "Holly shit. I can't wait till the next order meeting! This is brilliant! How did you find out? Fuck, don't tell me you caught them at it? Damn, you've got all the luck!"
"Excuse me? I never said I caught them at it! Lupin told me. But you can't say a word of this to no one!" I warned her, better late than never I suppose. "Besides, I'm quite doing well on my own thank you very much."
"I knew it! So you do have a piece of arse around the school!" Great, just had to go and say that last bit, didn't I? Fucking brilliant Wood! "You little devil, perving on little blond, innocent school boys… hey, wait a second!" Too close to home, far too close to home!!
"Fuck Tonks! I already told you I'm not shagging anyone here!" Lying to my best friend about her cousin, eternal flames of hell, here I come… "Besides, you know I'm not into Slytherins." And I really wasn't, until September last.
"Precedents have been made," she remarked dryly, not too pleased with my response. I knew that if I didn't change the subject soon I'd spill all in no time and then all hell would break loose, and with her current hair, she looked like a perfect medusa to bring wrath- wonder if she can transform it into real snakes…
"Do you know by any chance what house Madame Pomfrey was in?" Tonks looked slightly disoriented with the abrupt change of subject blinking a couple of times,
"Um, no, why?"
"Just wondering, seems like our Headmaster has a little fetish for playing doctor." I had to hand to myself, that's probably that cleanest save I've made in years. On and off the pitch.
"SHIT! Ollie, you're blowing my brains out here! You have got to be joking!" she looked at me with eyes so wide I almost reached out to catch them when they fall out, she was shocked, appalled, excited, and giggly all at the same time, and she didn't even hear the actual thing!
"No, unfortunately I'm not joking. I actually did hear them at it." Tonks was properly disgusted, holding a hand to her mouth as if she was about to retch, "Draco too, we just met near the Hospital Wing. Nearly made me take a wand to my head." I finished solemnly, hell; I'm going to get all the sympathy I can for that one.
"Oh, you poor thing, no wonder Draco was so stressed out. Gods, Ollie, now I want to take a wand to my head…" I nodded in agreement. We stood there for a few minutes, Tonks trying to absorb all that information and I trying to forget it. At last she snapped out of it and grabbed my arm, dragging me towards the hall, "Come on, we need to get smashed, and fast!"
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Draco
Gods, what a night. All I wanted was to have a quiet evening, have the hall admire my fabulous sense of fashion and ogle at my gorgeous date. All I really needed was Oliver to look at me and drool, which he did and that was very nice and the blowjob just an added bonus but ever since that, things just got arsed up.
"Are you all packed?" I blinked up in confusion, with my back to the Oliver's door, Oliver's lips all on my neck, this seemed a little of an odd question right now,
"Mm, yeah." I mumbled and arched my neck back to give Oliver all the space he needed, it's been a long night and between finding-out that the Headmaster was boning the matron (eternal nightmares for that one…) and getting smacked square in the face by my best friend I needed some comfort and love.
"Good, because I want to give you a proper goodbye, after all I'm not going to see this gorgeous body for the next five days." I swallowed hard, feeling an unwelcome lump forming in my throat, trying to push the thought of Oliver's only interest in me being my body far back and not dwell on it right now.
"Would, would you miss it?" My voice sounded high pitched and whiny to my ears but Oliver didn't seem to notice as he pushed down the dress robes off my shoulders,
"Of course I would, I'd be daft not to." Would you miss me? Would you even care if I wasn't there? I shook my head and tried to get rid of the melancholic thoughts plaguing my mind, this was one lousy Yule Ball. Michael's miserable-ness must have got to me. Or perhaps it was the fact that all the others were paired up and could actually touch and acknowledge their partners, rather than hide it. Oliver's hands were now working on my shirt and I closed my eyes, breathing hard through my nose. I was going to get sex, right? I wasn't going to mop and brood about Oliver's casualness. No matter how much it made me feel like I felt after the first time, when he wouldn't talk to me. I bit my lip and moved a little to help Oliver slide the shirt off my shoulders,
"Draco, what's wrong?" I opened my eyes immediately, when did he stop stripping me? Oliver's eyes were boring into mine, he looked worried. I gave him a little crooked smile,
"Nothing," I tried to reassure him, me. But when his gaze wouldn't weaver I felt like he was almost forcing the words out of me, "Is this really all you see in me?" Oliver frowned,
"What are you on about?" I took a deep breath, well, I've opened that Pandora's Box, I might as well go through with it, who knows, I might even get some answers in the end of things,
"Is this the only reason you're with me, for my body?" Fuck, I really didn't want to know the answer to this, what are the odds I could turn back time right now, just by wishing it hard enough?
"No, not only, Draco, what's going on?" Now he looked really worried, and maybe he should be,
"It's just that, we've been together for over two months now and…" I swallowed hard again, bugger, I shouldn't have brought it up in the first place, stupid, stupid, stupid, "I was just wondering… If, if it's just, you know- a… sex thing." Gods that was hard to say, and as soon as it was out I realized I was fixedly staring at Oliver's shoulder rather to face him like a bloody man.
"Draco, look at me," his voice was soft, almost growling, but he didn't seem angry, I gingerly lifted my eyes to him, "Do you honestly think I'd stick with you for so long if it was just a sex thing?" I tried to make sense of his words, the relief washing through me mixed with a tiny shard of indignity- Am I not a good enough shag to keep him around? "I love you," he said softly and I melted again, I'm just so easy that way. I know he means it and I know it's true but even I need to hear it from time to time to reassure my fragile ego.
"Really?" I lifted my eyes to his, they were soft and dark brown, sadness I mused absently- did I really hurt him by asking this?
"Yes, really. You know I don't say these words very often." Olive snarled, ok, I made him mad rather than sad- good work Malfoy, brilliant.
I moved forward and captured his lips in some form of apology, I've messed things up and now I had to rectify it somehow. We kissed our way to the bedroom, my dress robes left in a heap on the floor, but right now I didn't really care. I soon found myself pressed against the inner door of Oliver's rooms, with Oliver's lips on my neck again, I was half naked already and I was hoping that Oliver would hurry with the rest, those trousers are the worst for hard-ons. I looked down at Oliver as he made his way down my body with his hands and lips and smiled, this was rather familiar. But this time we weren't in some deserted classroom and we weren't rushed and there was no reason why I wouldn't get what I really want- not to disrespect blowjobs of course. I towed off my shows and kicked the garments away from my legs and was about to turn when Oliver's hands stopped me, his face tilted up to look at me,
"Where are you going, gorgeous?"
I swallowed again, something in his eyes didn't seem right. "You said not like this." I whispered, I hope I'm wrong here, but I have a nagging feeling I might be right and I don't really like it.
"Huh?" Oliver rose to his feet and now I had to gaze up instead of down to catches his eyes. The fact that he was still fully dressed while I stood butt naked also screamed wrong.
"You said, not like this, when… after you, um, gave me a… blowjob, and, and I turned around, you said not like this." Why do I stutter like a bloody Hufflepuff? I never stutter! This time I refused to not look Oliver square in the eye, there is only this much humiliation I can self induce. For a moment Oliver simply stared at me and I wondered if he even knows what I'm talking about, but then his eyes clouded over and he lowered his head,
"I know. I just… forget it. It's not important." And just like that I was standing by the door alone and Oliver sat on the foot of the bed, head in his hands. What have I done? And then it hit me, like a sack full of bludgers, oh, no…
"Shit, oh, shit." I moaned quietly and rushed to the bed, wrapping my arms securely around Oliver. "Fuck, I'm sorry I'm so sorry, I completely forgot." I'm the lousiest boyfriend in the entire history of love! How could I forget what Oliver told me about his first time? And like a little whore I was going to turn and beg him to fuck me against the door. Oliver lifted his head from his hands, looking sad and dejected,
"It's ok, Draco. I'm fine, just forget it." But I was already in full swing.
"I'm such an idiot, I'm sorry Ollie, I completely forgot about your trauma."
"It's not a trauma!" he snapped and I bit my lip to stop myself from spewing more nonsense, "I'm fine! We were in the middle of a bloody classroom for Merlin's sake, anyone could have walked in!" that was true enough but both of us knew that wasn't the issue here,
"Look, Oliver, it's alright, we all have bad experiences in our pasts that we have to overcome." I was trying to be comforting and understanding and I surely didn't expect Oliver to jump up to his feet and glare down at me in anger,
"Fuck, Draco, for the last time, I. Do. Not. Have a trauma!" before I was even aware of it I jumped to my feet and glared back at him matching his anger, this was getting ridiculous,
"Oh, yeah? Alright then, let's taste that, shall we? You said we were rushed, that we didn't have time, well we have all the bloody time in the world right now and no one is going to step in," I walked over to the door and leaned against it, looking back at him over my shoulder, "I'm right here, Oliver, all spread out and ready for you to take!" I was breathing hard with anger and I didn't care I was hurting him, though I knew I was. Oliver collapsed on the bed again, hands fisting his hair,
"Stop! Stop it! Why are you doing this to me?" within seconds I had him in my arms again, rocking him softly against me and murmuring apologies in his ear like mad,
"I'm sorry, baby, I'm so sorry."
"I'm a wreck, a fucking wreck, you could do so much better, just go." He mumbled without looking at me, and I had to bite back the urge to let the tears roll, so that's it, one little stumble and I'm out? I don't think so!
"I'm not going anywhere. You think I'd leave you for that? No wonder you could never hold on to a bloke." I informed him in a tight voice, "Oliver, look at me. You're suppose to help the people you love not run away when things gets a little rough." He chuckled mirthlessly into his hands,
"And I'm suppose to be the adult in this relationship." I nuzzled is ear,
"Only by age." I pulled him closer to me and his hands fell to his lap. Oliver rested his head on my shoulder and snuggled a little closer, "So, is it just the wall thing?" I asked in a low voice and he shook his head, still staring blankly in front of him, "Yeah, figured as much. So what are we going to do about it?"
Oliver lifted his head from my shoulder and gave me a sad look, "It doesn't matter. It's ok, I've moved on since then."
"Clearly you haven't." Oliver jumped to his feet again,
"Just bloody forget it!" he started pacing around, like a caged lion and I curled my fists around the blankets, the urge to thump him nearly blinding me,
"No! I can't just forget it!" I yelled at him, "It's my bloody life too!" Oliver stopped pacing and stood in front of me, his hands flailing in anger,
"What do you want from me? Huh? Do you want me to fucking tie you up and spank you? Mount you like some kind of whore, some… some kind of beast?"
"No! Yes! I don't know!" I stood up as well, "I've never done any of this, how the hell am I suppose to know if I like it or not?"
"Like it? Being branded like cattle?"
"Damn it Wood!" I yelled and shoved him hard, away from me, those cold eyes were starting to freak me out, "There is a grey area here, and you bloody well know it!" Oliver's back hit the door with a dull thud and he looked at me with defeat. I could still feel the rage roaring in my ears and my whole body was wound and shaking,
"Just go." He said quietly, sinking slowly to the floor, "Go and find someone who isn't fucked up seven ways to insanity." I let my fists fall to the sides of my body,
"Do you really want me to go? You're a fucking bastard Wood, you know that? You can't treat me like this! I'm not one of your fucking one-nighters that you pull in some dodgy club! And you bloody well know that, and after all that happened I deserve a little more than this!" I slumped back on the bed, breathing heavily and fighting back tears like mad, this is so unfair.
"I know. You're right." I didn't even lift my head to look at him, I know I'm right, I know you know I'm right, what else is there to say? "I'm just… I can't, fuck Draco, I can't. I don't want to hurt you, I don't want to humiliate you," Well, a little too late for that, don't you think? "You deserve so much more than that, so much more than me."
"Stop it!" shut up, shut up, shut up. I don't want to hear it anymore, "I love you, you could never hurt me. I trust you!" I slipped from the bed and curled up on the rug, my knees pulled to my chest and my head buried in my arms. A pathetic little ball of misery, just like I felt.
A soft hand rested on my shoulder, slowly making its way around my back. I didn't move, not even when I felt Oliver's forehead resting on my arm,
"I'm sorry." He whispered in a broken voice,
"I know. It's ok." It wasn't ok, not in the slightest but I didn't know what else to say.
"It's not ok, Draco, you shouldn't suffer just because I'm a prick, you shouldn't…" I turned my head and caught his lips in a desperate kiss,
"Shh, it's fine, just fine. Stop talking now, just…" my hands found their way to the buttons of his shirt and started working on them slowly. I knew this would solve nothing but I just wanted to stop this argument, stop feeling like a complete git for hurting Oliver. We didn't talk anymore, we didn't kiss either, and it was only our hands that moved. I couldn't bring myself to lift my eyes and look at Oliver's face. Soon enough we climbed to the bed and I relinquished all lead to Oliver, because I didn't know what to think, and I didn't know what else to do.
I closed my eyes and concentrated on the slow slide of Oliver in and out of my body and tired to hold back my tears. This wasn't just sex for the sake of getting off, it wasn't love making, sweet and tender either, but it was far more intense than ever before. Both of us knew that things would never be the same between us again, our relationship just moved a step forward and I knew that I belonged wholly to Oliver.
Soft, feathery kisses peppered my face and shoulders, and the pace picked up only slightly. I tilted my head back and brought my knees closer to my chest. Part of me wanted this to be over, so I could bring my legs down and breathe normally but a bigger part of me wanted Oliver to go on forever because I knew that once I could breathe again, I wouldn't be able to stop the tears anymore.
This sweetness, this insistence on my well being was overwhelming and almost heartbreaking, I just wanted to give in to Oliver's every single wish, because I knew he never made any of them before, because I was the first and only person he cared enough about not to hurt, which ironically enough, hurt much more. As I felt Oliver nearing his climax his hand pumping my cock to bring me there with him, I made a vow to myself to help him overcome his hung-ups and not only for my own sexual benefit but mainly to free Oliver from his pain.
Oliver's body convulsed inside me with a soft cry, his face buried against the pillow in the junction between my shoulder and neck. Our chests worked hard against each other as we tried to calm the vicious tremors running through us. I lowered my legs back to the bed but made no sign of moving away. Oliver's weight on me was comforting and warm and I just wanted to stay like this, fall asleep breathing the heady scent of sex and Oliver and completion.
I tightened my grip around Oliver's body when he started to shift and try to pull away,
"No, please stay." I whispered my voice dangerously close to breaking. Oliver lifted his head and looked at me, our eyes met for the first time in what felt like ages, and I could see the swirl of emotions in the near-green eyes and the shine of unshed tears.
"Draco, I…" I put my hands on both sides of his face and pulled him down to a soft kiss before he could say anything more. Apologies were redundant right now. Nothing Oliver would say is going to make deference,
"Shh," I whispered again and desperately buried his face back in my neck, "Go to sleep." He moved against me with a deep shuddering breath.
I looked up at the ceiling as if I'd find answers there and bit my lip when Oliver shifted and slid out of me. It didn't hurt, but it suddenly felt strange, to be empty like that. I traced my fingers in Oliver's hair, I desperately wanted to gap the next five days so I wouldn't have to part from Oliver but I knew those five days would prove vital to compose us both, take the time to miss each other and cool off after tonight.
I closed my eyes, shifting a little to make myself more comfortable, emotionally and physically exhausted, and letting sleep sweep over me.
A/N: Well this one ended a little heavy… Sorry but I can't promise it'll be all shits and giggles next chapter. But I do promise to try and not enforce all of my own winter/exams-period induced depression into the story… So don't give up on me yet.