Guess what I've been listening to lately…
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Draco
"What got your pretty little knickers in a twist, sweetie?" I looked up and blinked, across from me sat Eva, looking at me in concern. I sighed; last night was bad, very bad. After I sent Oliver to his room I hardly got any sleep, both because of the thoughts swirling around my brain in an endless cycle, and because that stupid couch is the most uncomfortable thing in the entire universe. And now I sat with Eva in a small restaurant she dragged me to, and she's asking me what's wrong…
"It's Oliver." I finally confessed,
"What did he do now?"
"He's gone to see this… Therapist." I answered solemnly, digging into my pasta, but I could almost hear the smirk that crossed Eva's face, is she making fun of me? Probably, she's quite fond of doing that after all,
"Yes, I know, I recommended Yola; she's a good friend and one of the top in the business." Eva said in a bored voice, challenging my doubt of her ability to provide help for her son.
"I'm sure she is." I admonished the reprimand, who was I to question her love and care for Oliver? "It's not… Yola," I tasted the strange name on my tongue, "It's the whole… therapy thing, the idea of it."
"Oh my, you must be shitting me!" She rolled her eyes with that exclaim, "I keep forgetting you're a full." Ouch, now that was more than a trifle insulting,
"A fool?"
"Yeah, a full wizard. You people think that everything can be fixed with some bloody potion or a pill." Funny, and here I thought that was the muggle way of doing things!
"That's because it can…" Eva leaned back and gave me a challenging look,
"Is that so? What sort of potion would you give to say, Oliver?" Inwardly I was fidgeting like mad, but outwards I kept my cool and collected mask, I reached for the salt without looking at Eva and said as casually as I possibly could,
"That would depend on the problem." Eva snorted loudly in disbelief and I felt my whole face burning up,
"Oh, come on don't give me this crap!" She leaned forward almost menacingly, "We both know damn well what the problem is! Your potions can only cure the symptoms not the problem itself." She declared triumphantly and I took the bait,
"Oh, and I suppose yapping about it will?"
"Far more than you imagine!" We glared at each other for a full minute, quite happily challenging one another. Eva is good at the whole glaring business, but then again, so am I. Where we not talking of Oliver I bet I could also win, but I don't feel like a glare-duel with Eva right now. So I lower my eyes and start to fiddle with my napkin. "Ok, love, what's really on your mind?" I bite my lip sigh before lifting my eyes to meet hers,
"We met Peter the other day." I whispered and she immediately bristled, her eyes narrowing in contempt and her whole frame shaking with unmasked desire to hurt someone, no, not someone- Peter. Her expression made me feel a little better,
"You met… Peter?" I nodded and watched in rapped attention as she exploded, "Fucking hell! Why didn't you say from the start? Tell me exactly what happened!" She demanded,
"We ran into him in the pub, and he insulted us." I explained somewhat meekly, I'm not even sure why,
"What did Oliver do?" Her voice was harsh and cutting and I just wanted to jump up on her and give her a big sloppy kiss.
"He tried to jump him but Dave stopped him."
"Dave was there?" I nodded, "Bullocks! I wish I was there, I'd smack that stupid lying sneer off his bloody face till fucking next week!" Wow, this would have to be the first time I've heard someone's mum using so many swear words in one sentence. In fact I think it's the first time I've heard anyone use so many swear words in one sentence… Eva is cool.
"You're not too fond of Peter, are you?" Don't preen, Malfoy, don't preen!
"Fond? Sweetie, this boy is every therapist's wet dream and every mother's worst nightmare. I could have written at least three theses on his problems. He was one banged up psycho and he messed up with Ollie's head like you wouldn't believe! I'm surprised you didn't hex his bits off!" I was a little taken back by that last accusation. I mean, it's not as if I didn't want to do just that…
"Oliver made me leave my wand at home." I said with the slightest pout that actually made Eva laugh. "Can you tell me what happened? Oliver doesn't want to talk about it…"
"Well, I don't blame him. I guess you've noticed by now that Ollie has a… strange attitude towards sex," A diplomatic way of saying he's completely round the twist you mean, or is it therapist talk for bunkers?! "Don't worry, sweetie, I'm not going to grill you over it, I hardly want to know what goes on in your bedroom." Is that why you keep barging in whenever we're trying to…? "Ollie is scorched when it comes to sex by more than one lover but Peter was by far the worst." Well, that sure makes me feel good… "I never liked Peter, not from day one. He was always too slick, too smooth, too… wrong. I don't know what Ollie found in him but he was completely enthralled by that smarmy git and wouldn't listen to anyone when it came to Peter." Yes, that sounds pretty much like my Oliver,
"Before Peter, Ollie never had any problems with topping or bottoming, he used to play by ear, as they say, go along with his current lover. But Peter… he planted the idea that bottoming is weak in Oliver's mind, while making him doing just that, mind you. I don't know how he managed it. And then, to top it all, he splits! Without a bloody word! Oh, if I could only lay my hands on that pretty boy's neck…" And then she made a twisting motion with her hands wearing a particularly wild hated expression. Now, that was a tad scary…
"Do you hate me too?" Eva seemed to snap out of her "Kill Peter" mood and gave me a slightly wounded almost kicked puppy look,
"You? How could I possibly hate you? You're adorable."
"I… he asked me to top and I yelled at him. I hit him." I closed my eyes in shame, remembering what happened last night,
"Hard?" I frowned at Eva who shrugged with a little smile, "Oh, come on dear, I'm sure it was no more than he deserved. Don't worry, love, it's a good thing."
"Hitting my boyfriend and camping on the sofa is a good thing?" I asked dubiously,
"Obviously sleeping on Ollie's sofa is never a good thing, but Oliver finally starting to face his problems is. And that is your doing." She punctured her words with stabbing her fork in my direction.
"What? No, no, no, no… no! I didn't do anything!" I protested, you do not admit doing things when your boyfriend's mum is aiming a sharp fork at you!
"You didn't have to. The moment Ollie realized you were more than just a shag… Well, not much of a choice afterwards." I put my head in my hands and took a deep breath. This is heavy stuff.
"What can I do to help Oliver?" I finally asked after rubbing my face tiredly, Eva picked out a lettuce leave and skewed it on her weapon, I mean, fork.
"Pick out the china pattern." I nearly gagged at the mouthful of water I just took and Eva had to pat my back to help me regain my breathing ability, "I'm kidding love, just be patient."
And that was it, be patient.
When I returned home Oliver hasn't come back yet, so I put the living room back to its original order and sat down on one of the armchairs to think. I realized that quite unintentionally I just pumped Eva for information about Oliver. Not that it was hard to get her to spill the beans- I mean getting Eva to talk is like insulting Potter, far too easy. But now I'm facing a dilemma, do I confess to Ollie of what his mother said? I already knew most of it, or rather guessed by his behaviour last night, but will he appreciate the fact that I was nearly going insane myself and needed someone to talk to who wasn't him?
Argh! Decisions, decisions! Who knew relationships are so complicated?
After a while I was already pacing in agitation, I have this trait for over-analysing that could defiantly send me to the closed ward of St. Mungo's if I'm not careful. I stopped myself with effort and decided to stop fussing and focus on something else. After rummaging through my things I found the perfect something- History of Magic homework. It was so dull and uninspiring I didn't even have to feel guilty about not being able to focus on one word out of the text.
I blinked up when I heard the door open and watched Oliver striding inside. He was flipping his little thing on, that machine thing the muggles use to communicate with each other, rather than doing the respectable thing and fire-call each other. (1) I could hear the metallic blips going and then Tonks voice, tiny and small,
"Hello?"
"Well, hello there stranger." Oliver retorted with a smile as he leaned over me to give me a welcoming kiss, before he had to pull the machine away from his ear when Tonks yelled,
"Ollieeeee! Hell, it's been ages!" Oliver laughed and settled comfortably on the sofa next to me, which meant I could hear the entire thing- half bloods are so weird sometimes.
"I know, you don't call, you don't write, don't you love me anymore?" He asked in a pouty voice that made Tonks draw an insulted breath,
"Twat! As it happens I had a really busy holidays, first at my mum's," Ah, dear Aunt Andromeda, wonder how she's doing… not really… "Then at Grimauld Place with the Weasleys, it was hectic!" Well, you did spend your times with Weasleys for Merlin's sake! "And then I had to work…" While she was talking Oliver gave me a pained look and a smile which I returned half heartedly, not entirely comfortable with eavesdropping to his conversation.
"Do I ever get to take you to lunch or do I have to listen to your entire unabbreviated life story over the phone?" I bit my lip and tried to pretend I'm focusing on my book rather than laugh,
"Ooh, snippy, working with kids does you a world of good, Oliver." She said in a mocking tone,
"I know! Anyway, I'm coming to pick you up tomorrow at noon from that sad little cubicle of yours."
"I'll be counting the minutes." She replied dryly,
"Oh, and make sure you're taking a long lunch, I need you to go someplace with me afterwards."
"Where?" Even through the tiny-ness of the machine I could hear Tonks' voice blooming with curiosity.
"Oh, bugger, the pizza guy's here, got to run, love, see you tomorrow." Oliver said cheerfully and flipped the machine off cutting Tonks' shrill cry of his name.
"Well, that was mean." I said without looking up at him,
"Nah, she loves the suspense. It keeps her on her toes." He snuggled closely to me and I smiled- someone's in a good mood, maybe Eva does have a point after all…
"Better on her toes than over mine." Oliver tossed his head back and laughed at that,
"Yes, she is quite clumsy," He then pierced me with a glare, "I bet it runs in the family." I flipped a page casually before answering in my best haughty voice,
"And I bet you don't want any sex tonight." This made Oliver crack up. When he finally calmed down he wrapped an arm around me and started nuzzling my neck,
"So, what are your plans for lunch tomorrow?"
"Eva said there's a new posh place she's been dying to try."
"You do realize that you've officially become one of Eva's girlfriends." He said in a serious tone, almost as if disappointed in me, "She's using you." He pressed on, and I shrugged,
"She buys me lunches and clothes, damn I feel so soiled and used." I rolled my eyes and Oliver stuck his tongue at me, which left me no alternatives, so I stuck out mine right back at him!
We snuggled close to each other and I didn't care anymore about anything else. This is what life is all about, having a good snuggle with your love on a snowy afternoon.
"So, what are you reading? Another one of your kooky comic books?" I looked down at the book as if seeing it for the first time, which, truth be told, was pretty much the case.
"Try one of my kooky school assignments." I said with a deep sigh, just for the hell of it. Oliver smiled and looked over my shoulder at the text,
"Anything I can help you with?" I raised an eyebrow at him, well, that's new…
"Hmm, how well do you know your History of Magic?" Oliver gave it some thought, complete with a distant look and a finger tapping his chin, I nearly elbowed his ribs, git!
"Well, considering that I used this class to catch up on sleep and then had to explain the lot to Tonks, whose memory rivals her balance, I'd say I'm not completely pants at it." He answered proudly and I decided to ignore the little stab of jealousy that pierced me when I thought of why he needed to catch on his sleeping and gave him a bright smile. "So, what are you studying?" Oliver asked in a semi-bored tone, we both looked at the page and shrugged,
"Goblin wars!"
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Oliver
I didn't need Yola to tell me that I need to wake up and do something or I'll lose Draco, Eva already gave me a bash over that one, and informed me that even if we split, she intends to keep Draco- which led to a slightly disturbing image of her dressing up Draco in little doggy outfits and calling him Poochie. I did need Yola to finally admit to myself and out loud that Peter messed me up. I've spend so much time trying to convince myself that he didn't, that he cared for me that I refused to listen to anyone else. Even Dave's Emma exploded one day and nearly hit me over it, but she turned out to be a real bitch so who cares what she thinks.
As you can probably imagine, Goblin wars were soon discarded in favour of a lovely snogging session. I think we spent the majority of the afternoon lying on the sofa, feasting on each other; until Dave came and dragged us to the pub. A different pub. Where we could get completely sloshed (well, Dave and me, Draco decided to go on alcohol withdrawal, claiming he had a rare medical condition that didn't allow him to consume alcohol and made all the waitresses in the place swoon over him. Dave and I were nearly peeing in our pants…), our evening was a perfect opportunity to engage in a little Emma bashing, much to Dave's chagrin. I really didn't mean to be so mean to her, but hey- I wasn't actually expected to have any control of what's coming out of my mouth after six pints, right?
The next morning I woke up with a killer headache, a very sexy baritone voice and the cutest, most delicious pair of lips in the universe wrapped around my cock. Fuck, I could probably stay like that all day… with the help of a little hangover potion, that is. It wasn't until Draco reminded that we both have places to be for lunch that I even remembered there's a world outside this bed. I reluctantly got up and pulled my little angel with me to the shower. It felt so strange, like I wasn't going to see him again, which was ridiculous since I was seeing him in about three hours. But I devoured him nonetheless, because I love doing that, and I can.
I met up with Tonks at her sad little cubicle, where she was literally drowning under mountains of parchment. I swear to Merlin, I don't know how Shacklebolt allows her to work that way. We made our way to Diagon Alley, and after wondering about and bickering on what we wanted to eat, we both ended up in the "Leaky cauldron"- so much for posh cuisine… I'm not even sure why we have this argument every time we meet for lunch, because we always end up at the Leaky.
We didn't have much to in the way of catch up since we already saw each other on the Yule Ball at Hogwarts but Tonks is always a fun person to be around and we never run out of topics for conversation, especially not when Fred and George Weasley decided to join us. Hell, this was just like being a seventh year again…
When the twins reluctantly had to return to their shop Tonks started bouncing in her seat, eager to go to the "mystery place" with me. For a second I contemplated taking her to the book shop or something as boring as that, just for the joke, but the truth was I did have a place I wanted to get to. So I dragged her to the outskirts of Knockturn Alley, since the main street of Diagon is far too… "Wholesome" for this type of thing. When we entered the magical tattoo shop I was afraid I might have to bring Tonks and her jaw separately back to the ministry- and try explaining that to her boss.
"Ollie… what are we doing here?" She whispered cautiously, eyeing the tattoo girl with dread,
"Getting a tattoo of course."
"Not me!" She stated firmly and crossed her arms over her chest, glaring challengingly at the tattoo girl who looked far from impressed, I rolled my eyes and sighed in exasperation,
"No one asked you to get one, I just want to here for moral support while I'm getting one."
"Oh," She said, a little deflated that wouldn't have to the chance to fight her way kicking and screaming to freedom. "Sure."
I took a deep breath and got the parchment out from my pocket. This is a little idea I've been toying with since Draco showed me his fake tattoo back on the Yule Ball. But the decision was made after I saw Yola- I needed to do something special for Draco, something that would assure him that we belong together and that I'm going to fight my demons for him, us… When I found Michael's sketch I decided to go for it. I handed to parchment to the tattoo girl, who was a true walking homage of her craft. Every visible surface of her body (and since she wasn't wearing much, there was quite a lot of it) was covered with colourful tattoos. She looked like she was wearing a skin tight shirt- which I guess she was, in a way.
She beckoned me behind a screen to a chair and asked me where I want to the tattoo, and I tried my hardest not to blush and not to look at Tonks when I told her I wanted it below the hipbone. After a few minutes fussing and huffing (mostly on Tonks' side), we managed to arrange a piece of cloth over my bits so that Tonks could come back into the 'room'- hey, Tonks and I may be best friends but not that kind of friends!
First off the tattoo girl, who introduced herself as Nebula, placed an anaesthetizing spell on the area (including my bits, which was a tad frightening, to lose all feeling down there, but in retrospective I was grateful for- avoiding possible embarrassments is always a good thing!), before she laid out her tools and started working. Now, magical tattoos are made pretty much the same way as muggle tattoos, as Nebula explained while she was working, the difference was, she used charmed needles that would able to tattoo to move, once completed. Tonks was especially interested in the procedure and kept asking question after question, while trying to get a peek at the parchment, Nebula, on her part kept glaring at Tonks as if she had gone bonkers. I was just enjoying the impending girl fight and the tickling sensation which was the only thing I felt down there.
"Alright, that's done." Nebula finally said and gave the tattoo one last wipe with her cloth, conjuring a sparkling white bandage with her wand and securing it over the drawing, she smiled up at me and handed me back my trousers and pants, as Tonks made her way huffing behind the screen. "Now, you better keep it covered for at least a day so that the magic would have a chance to seal itself properly on the tat. Do not wet it and try not to scratch it. The anaesthetizing spell should last for another couple of hours and then you'll regain feeling in your privates." Well, that was quite a relief… "That'll be one Galleon and 12 Sickles, and next time… please don't bring her." She pointed her thumb to the screen and we both sniggered.
When I was decent and Tonks was allowed to rejoin us she gave us both death glares, which made me cringe a little but had absolutely no effect on Nebula. While my little cloud of cosmic gas went to get my change Tonks managed to snag the parchment and look at the drawing.
"Ooh, this is so cute; you had a tat of a lion and a dragon fucking…" She cooed sarcastically,
"They are not fucking!"
"They will be, if you leave them be."
"You're so crass, you know that?" I slapped her arm playfully,
"Well, I'm not the one consorting with celestial pricks!" She intoned and gave Nebula the brightest smile. I took my change with an apologetic smile and dragged Tonks out of the shop. We walked back to Diagon Alley and Tonks nodded her head sadly,
"You turned into such a prude since you started teaching at Hogwarts."
"Why, because I don't tell who I fuck anymore?" I retorted hotly, knowing this was exactly what she was aiming for,
"Are you still fucking? You keep telling me that you don't fuck anymore."
"I never said I don't fuck, I just… You know what? Forget it!" Stupid bint, stupid conversation! I need to get home to Draco and give him his little gift… Or at least tell him about it, since I have to keep it covered for the next couple of days…
"Ok, ok, relax, what are you getting all upset for?" She asked somewhat suspiciously, in that annoying righteous voice of hers,
"I'm just sick of you implying that I'm a tart."
"Well, aren't you?" I gaped at her in disbelief, bugger me, she's my best friend, she should be supportive not criticizing me!
"No!… Not anymore," I answered haughtily, "I'll have you know that I have a boyfriend!" And just there, right there, that was my biggest downfall. Thank a bunch Tonks!
"Really, who?"
"None of your business!" Too little, too late. Stupid, stupid me! I should have known she was like a hound, once she found the fox no one would be able to prey her jaws from its neck.
"Gods, Ollie, before you couldn't wait to tell me who you're shagging and now that you have a 'boyfriend'," Hell, she was even using air-quotes… "You won't tell me who it is! What is he really young or something?" I crossed my arms and tried not to roll my eyes as she gasped in shock, "You're buggering one of your students!" Now, of course, it was my turn to look revolted,
"Fuck, No! I teach the firsties and secondies!" I nearly yelled, my stomach turning by the mere thought,
"Ok, fine, so he's not your student, but he is a student!" Thank you Auror Sherlock Holms! Did you come up with that conclusion all by yourself? Honestly! "He is a student, that… Dragon of yours…" Oops… and double oops when I saw how wide her eyes opened at her own deduction. I bit my lip and watched the storm brewing with fascination and dread, "Oh. My. Gods! Oliver Wood, you are buggering…" And at that point the unthinkable happened, for the first time in her life Nymphadora Artemis Tonks was left bereft of words. So I took pity on her,
"Yes, I am, happy now?"
"Happy? Happy?! Are you bloody mad? You're using my only cousin as your fucking sex toy!" Ouch.
"He is not my sex toy, you crazy hag! He's my boyfriend and I happen to love him very much!"
"Oh, please, like you would even know what love means!" It barely downed on me that we were standing in the middle of a busy street, hands over hips, glaring at each other furiously, while all around us people tried to avoid the path of doom.
"I don't need this, I'm off." I told her and just apparated home. Of course I should have known better than to assume this was over, and before I even had a chance to change the wards, there she was, still with hands on her hips, still looking menacing, only now in the middle of my living room.
"What the hell is your problem, Tonks?" I asked angrily, ready to physically and bodily throw her out of my house. But before she could lash out on yet another rampage of sanctimonious righteousness the door opened and in sauntered my very-pleased-with-themselves looking boyfriend and mother, laden with shopping bags and laughing at something. The second Draco's eyes met Tonks' they both turned to face each other and glare,
"What are you doing here?" They cried out in unison and I caught Eva's overly amused look.
"Fuck, Wood, you even brought him here? Is that why you ignored me all week?"
"Excuse me? I was not the one ignoring!" I stammered with every bit of wounded pride I had left.
"Hello Tonks love, how have you been, sweetie?" Eva asked with a smile that could blind bats. I could tell by her face that she wished she had a camcorder at her hands right now and that made me want to punch her, but she is my mother and that would be wrong, plus Eva is known for her dirty fighting... Tonks turned to Eva like she only noticed her presence in the room, angling to close on her,
"Did you know about this?"
"About what?" Eva was the picture of innocence, too bad everyone present knew she was getting her kicks off this.
"That you son is shagging a minor!"
"Draco is going to be 18 soon. He's an adult according to your laws."
"Hardly the point! He's still in school!" Tonks was shouting, face turning steadily redder and I started fidgeting, well, she does have a point about Draco still being in school and all but that doesn't mean I'm giving him up. The only problem might be her big mouth shooting off and both mine and Draco's life ruined…
"Are you upset that I'm still in school or that Oliver didn't tell you about me before now?" We all turned to look at Draco, who stayed silent while Tonks was blowing her top off,
"Draco, can't you see how wrong this is?" She was nearly pleading now,
"Why? I'm happy, Oliver's happy, no one in school needs to know about this." He said with a clear warning in his voice, and Tonks tossed her hands up in the air in a clear sign of desperation,
"Am I the only one who sees how wrong this is? Eva, help me here!"
"You're overreacting." Tonks gave Eva a death glare and I could just hug my mother, and I bet Draco felt that way too, "Draco's being doing a world of good to my Ollie and I don't see why you're so upset over it. Yes, Draco is younger, but not by much."
"Did you know that Oliver just had a tattoo of a lion and dragon to symbolize the two of them?" Great, ruin my present why don't you! Some best friend you are! I shot the pleased and surprised Draco half a smile,
"Draco got his nipple pierced for Oliver." And that was my cue to look like someone just told me that I've found the golden ticket to the chocolate factory. "Oopsie, me and me big gob…" Eva and her big gob are well known in at least two continents, possibly three. "Come on Tonksy love, let's leave those two little love birds alone." With that she linked her arm with the shocked Tonks and led her out of the door smiling her biggest smile at both of us before the door shut behind her. Draco and I gazed at each other for a couple of stunned moments before what Eva and Tonks said finally sank in and we moved towards each other, meeting half way in an intense hug and kiss.
"Did you really get your nipple pierced for me?" I asked my devilishly cute boyfriend,
"Well, not just for you… I expect to get something out of this too you know."
"Wait, that wasn't one of Eva's silly scams, was it?" I asked suspiciously, I know my mother!
"No, why would your mother talk me into piercing my nipple?" He asked incredulously and I cocked an eyebrow at him, do you really need to ask?
"She could, you know, she did it to me…" I couldn't help but smile at the way his eyes grew wide and his jaw slack,
"She got you to pierce your…?"
"Ear, yes, back when I was fifteen. My father said I looked like a ponce, turned out he was right." I said in a light tone, gods I hate my father sometimes… well, most of the time, but at least I don't have to think about the git too often.
"But you don't have an earring." Well observed Watson, you and Tonks should go into business together.
"Nope, took it off after that night…" It's funny how my first night turned to be that night between Draco and me. Never bothered me before, and never bothered any of my previous fucks.
"Why?" I shrugged,
"Made me look like ponce." There was a pregnant silence between us that I didn't like at all, and desperately needed to be broken,
"So, did you really tattoo the sketch?"
"Yes I did." Draco drew closer and purred seductively,
"Can I see it?" I tightened my arms around him, and kissed the tip of his nose,
"No, sorry mate, the tat girl said I should keep it covered for a day or two. Can I see yours?"
"No, piercing guy said the same thing."
"Damn." Draco nodded his agreement. We stood in the middle of the living room for a couple of minutes just holding each other, figuring what would be the best way to proceed.
"Does it hurt?" I shook my head,
"No, Nebula did a wicked anaesthetizing spell so I didn't feel a thing."
"Your tattoo girl was named Nebula?" I nodded with a shrug; hey I didn't choose her name… "Well, my guy was named Rocky, he said it was from a movie or something, and he had so many piercing I thought his lips would fall off." Rocky… How novel.
"Was he a blond?" Draco looked up in amazement,
"Yeah, how did you know?"
"I'm a psychic…" I told him with a sweet smile,
"More like a psycho."
"Hey!" I swatted his cute bum and he wriggled his way out of my arms and dashed laughing to the bedroom, leading me on a merry chase.
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Draco
At the risk of sounding like a complete airhead fourteen years old bint- Weehee! My boyfriend got a tat for me…
I feel so debauched about the whole nipple ring thing, but this is dead cool. Naturally I couldn't go for something flashier, like a tongue stud as Rocky suggested because if my father would get word of it he'll probably string me from that said stud, but nipple is somewhat safe, confidential even- I mean no one would know about it unless I was naked and a simple glamour could take care of even that so basically the only person who would know of it would be Ollie, as is right. And maybe Pansy, if she's really good and I choose to tell her. And of course Tonks… I should probably owl her to keep her big trap shot, or better yet, get Oliver to do that.
"So, since it's the last night of holidays, I thought we'd try something… a little different…" Oliver's arms snuck around my waist and he his chin was propped on my shoulder,
"Like what? Tie me upside down from the ceiling and whack me?" Oliver spun me in his arms, looking properly disgusted,
"No! I'm not Filch, you little pervert." I grinned cheekily at him and he swatted me again, "Strip." He told me before he stepped back to do the same. I took my time with my clothing, not wanting to disrupt the bandages on my chest, and by the time I turned towards the bed I found there was a big mirror hanging over it. Well, it wasn't a real mirror, more like a reflective charm but it showed the room nonetheless.
"What's this?" Oliver turned to me and held out his hand, I took it without hesitation and he brought me close to him. I was eyeing the mirror with dread, what was Oliver planning to do with it?
"A mirror, nothing more, but if you turn this way, it will show you your dreams." (2)
"What?" Oliver sighed and rolled his eyes,
"Nothing, hop on the bed." I did as I was told and climbed the bed, sitting on my haunches with my back securely towards the mirror. I had absolutely no desire to watch myself naked, especially when half my chest was covered with a white patch. A white patch to match the one Oliver had on his upper thigh.
"Will you look at us? We look like a pair of casualties from the trenches." He said happily and again I had to blink in confusion at Oliver's colourful world of metaphors that were no doubt muggle. I gave Oliver a stern look to let him know his supposed cunning wit isn't in fact, cunning or much of a wit.
Oliver, never one to be abashed by looks (denseness of Gryffindors is truly an amazing thing), decided to shut me up and did so oh so wonderfully, kissing me soundly. I tried to drag him back to lay on the bed but he wouldn't let me, when he pulled back he whispered huskily,
"Turn around." I raised an eyebrow in question, why on earth would I want to do that? "Please, lovely, I want to try something new. Do you trust me?" Oh now that's just not fair! Not with the big brown puppy dog eyes begging me for attention. How can someone say no to that? I nodded demurely and turned around, trying my best not to look at my reflection. Not that I'm avert to looking at mirrors, in fact, most of my friends claim that mirrors are my biggest love, but there is a difference between preening before a mirror when you have your full kit on and when your naked, about to have sex and looking like a war casualty.
"Do we have to keep the bloody mirror?" I asked as Oliver started kissing and nibbling my shoulder which gave me an terrific opportunity to lean my head back and close my eyes,
"Why, don't you want to see yourself while we shag?"
"Hardly." Oliver lifted his eyebrow and gave me a little sultry smile,
"Do you know how gorgeous you are when we're making love?" The way his voice was purring softly made me both blush with embarrassment from his words and harden instantly. "Look, I just want to try something new, but if the mirror is making you too uncomfortable than I'll take it off." I chewed my lip for a moment, trying very hard to get my thoughts under control with the sight of Oliver naked in front of me, on the one hand- I could see this offer for what it was, Oliver was finally facing his demons and doing an effort for me, so I might as well do a bit of an effort of him. On the other hand- I really don't want to know what I look like when we're having sex…
"No, its ok, you can leave it. Where do you want me?" Instead of an answer Oliver gently spun me around and made me face that damn mirror again. But I wasn't going to complain; I just ducked my head coyly and looked at my boyfriend from under my fringe, waiting for him to finish arranging the scene.
"Put your hands on the headboard and spread your knees." Ok, I think I see where this is going, me facing the wall, on my knees and Oliver behind me, gushing hot breath over my skin making me shiver and moan softly… I could live with that, no problem.
Oliver and his warm ghosting breath started at my shoulders and went down slowly; tracing my spine with scorching hot tongue that made me shiver and moan like a little wanton slut which Oliver seemed to like very much. His wicked tongue licked its way down my back until it reached my bum, where it sank into my cleft. I felt myself going rigid almost at once, last time Oliver did this to me (I discovered it was called rimming, don't you just love that everything has its proper name?) it felt good, especially combined with the force of the water pelting down my back in the shower but now- it just felt weird. I tried to fight the urge to squirm away; I guess Oliver isn't the only one with issues around here…
"Ollie, please stop." I pleaded at last and pulled away from him, crawling to the other side of the bed and curling into myself there, feeling like a complete jerk. Oliver sat on his haunches and looked at me, lips glossing with saliva, a reminder of what he was doing a minute ago. I didn't dare to meet his eyes because I knew he'd be dead disappointed in me, but I couldn't help it- I didn't want this.
"Draco?"
"I'm sorry." I whispered, why does it feel like these are the words we use the most? It shouldn't be this way, but somehow we always end up apologizing to one another and I hate that, I don't want to have to say it, or hear it. He flopped on the bed next to me and I opened one eye cautiously and peered at him. Oliver was looking slightly dejected, but oddly relieved.
"Don't be sorry. I guess tonight isn't the best time to shag. I mean, look at us…" he gestured between us and I felt the smile tugging at the edges of my lips. Yes, look at us, two boys, two patches. I moved towards Oliver and rested my head on his shoulder, snuggling and basking in his body warmth. This was much better the mirrors and rims and such like.
"It's a bit shame though, it being our last night and all." I lamented softly, "As of tomorrow we're going to have to go back to meeting on weekends and hiding away…" This was just unfair. And cruel. And totally depressing.
"Please don't remind me… Having to ride hours and hours on that bloody train and getting nothing at the end of it."
"You have a choice, you could just floo to Hogwarts from the Leaky Cauldron!" I told him, he really doesn't have a right to mope.
"Hell no! I much rather have my chances with that rickety old train!" Oliver declared with such firmness that made me smile,
"Why?"
"I hate to floo!" He said in an isn't-it-obvious kind of tone, "I have floo-phobia."
"You have what?"
"Floo-phobia, it's an acute fear of floo." He explained and I felt my face growing red from repressed laugh,
"It has a name?"
"No, that's how I call it." He said rather smugly, and I had to wipe tears from my eyes,
"How can you hate floo? I remember the first time I flooed on my own. I was six and I went from the library to the drawing room in the manor, it was brilliant!" I can still remember my mother's shining face and huge smile when she saw me emerging from the grate, all covered in soot and smiling like a Cheshire cat. It was one of the few times I remember that I got a hug from my father.
"The first time I flooed was when I was eleven, going to Diagon Alley to pick up my school supplies." Oliver said in a solemn voice, "I ended up being sick all over the hearth at the Leaky."
"Oh, you poor thing." I cooed in sympathy.
"Yeah, my father nearly died of mortification. He wouldn't talk to me for three weeks after that."
"Bullocks, that's harsh." Oliver shrugged,
"Yes, well, Eva wouldn't let him raise a hand or a wand at me so silence treatment was his punishment of choice. It was actually worse than spanking, because at least with a spank it was over and done with right there and then."
"What's the longest he'd gone without talking to you?"
"Six months. That was when he found out that I'm a fag, right before he left." Ouch, six bloody months… sure I sometimes have my disagreements with my father but having him giving me the cold shoulder… for six whole months? That'll be really bad.
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be. I never had a good relationship with my father. It was Eva he always wanted, not me." Oliver said it so casually, so carelessly and it stung even more, because I know he's still hurting over it. Rejection is never easy.
"But still, he's your father, you're his son!" Oliver snorted in derision,
"Some son I turned out to be…" I opened my mouth to object to that untrue observation when Oliver rose to his elbow and gave me a look to silence me, "Oh, come on lovely, you know better than me that according to wizarding laws, I'm a bastard. My father cannot place me as heir; no respectable pure-blood family will take me as a son-in-low…"
"So basically you gave up on marriage?" Please say no…
"Never been an issue for me, who would I marry? Some nameless fuck in a club's dark room? Peter?" Ew, no!
"Eva doesn't like Peter much." I blurted without thinking, Oliver chuckled,
"That, lovely, is the understatement of the century. Eva loathes Peter! Every time she met him she used to get this mad, maniacal gleam in her eyes that said "I'd love to smack your silly face seven ways to Sunday" or it could have been "I'd love to tie you to my therapist couch and make you spill all your darkest secrets", it was a little hard to tell with Eva."
"Yes, she did say he was every therapist's wet dream." At that Oliver slumped back on the bed, laughing his head off,
"You wanna know the best bit? She said it to Peter too."
"She said I was adorable." I said with a little blush, I don't know why- the only reason I could think of was to set myself as far apart from Peter as possible, and probably to gloat a little,
"And she's absolutely right, you are adorable." I couldn't help but smile, I love compliments, I can't really help myself. I snuggled closer to Oliver and rested my head over his shoulder,
"Night love." I whispered with a soft smile. Oliver reached for his wand and turned off the lights and tucking us both properly before wrapping his arms around me.
"Night."
1- Apparently Draco is holding some personal grudge against cell phones… Don't ask my why.
2- That will teach you Oliver to try and movie-quote with purebloods… The slightly askew quote is of course from the "Labyrinth".
A/N: I have a feeling I've been watching too much "Brainiac"… I'm learning heaps of new cool British curse words…
I'm sorry this chapter is so long; the guys just started to chat and wouldn't shut it! (And to think this was supposed to be a simple fic, just a bit of fluff on the side…).
Well, that was the end of the holidays. Next time on "Nothing as it seems"- The boys go back to school.