Title: Love in Strange Places Rating: PG- PG 13 Pairing: Draco/Oliver Wood
(slash) Summary: A Draco and Oliver love story! Draco learns who he really
is and runs away. He finds love in someone he never expected. Lots of the
Malfoy family secrets are exposed and lots about Oliver's family!
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, just a few of the characters in this
story! Notes: I haven't seen any Draco/Oliver stories so I thought I'd
write one! Please R and R for me! This is my first slash!
And to my first reviewer, LoveHayden: Thanks! I hope you'll keep reading it!
Chapter 2
Oliver looked down at Draco as he slept. The blond boy had been asleep since he had crashed into him nearly four hours ago. The older boy was getting worried. He sighed deeply and sat down on the bed.
Once again, he thought. Oliver Wood to the rescue. He leaned back and watched the small chest rise and fall. What happened to make him runaway, he wondered. But he couldn't think of anything. Oh, he had seen the marks on the small body when he got him undressed, but the one that disturbed him the most was the mark on his arm. It looked fairly recent. Why did he try to kill himself?
He was roused from his thoughts as Draco drew in a shuddering breath. "Hello. Feeling better?"
The blond slowly sat up and looked at him nervously. "W-what am I doing here?" he asked. He started to get out of bed but realized he was naked. With a squeak, he drew the blanket tightly around himself and stared horrorstricken at Oliver. Memories of Marcus came flooding up inside him, threatening to overflow.
"Don't worry." Oliver felt his heart beat faster. "I thought you'd be more comfortable. I didn't." he stopped himself. What if THAT was why he'd left his home? Swallowing, he said, "Are you feeling better? You lost consciousness once you fell out of the Floo grate. I didn't know what else to do so I brought you to my place."
Draco couldn't help it. He cried, he cried so hard that he started choking. The smell of cinnamon washed over him as Oliver pulled him close in a comforting embrace. They stayed like that until the last tears fell. Oliver gently pulled back and lifted the tear-stained face up. "Are you hungry?"
When Draco nodded, Oliver stood. "Your clothes are there. I'll get dinner started." He flashed him a lazy smile as he made his way out.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Draco looked around Oliver's home. He lived in the woods in a small cottage. It was nice and comfortable. He looked up as Oliver held out a plate of boiled potatoes.
"Why are you helping me?" he asked as he took the plate.
"Because you need it." There was silence for a few moments. "Did your father hit you?"
Draco looked away. "Yes, but it's not what you think."
"Then enlighten me." Oliver forced himself to keep calm. It wouldn't do to get the boy upset over this.
Silvery eyes looked at him and Oliver felt something strange awaken in him. He tried not to focus on it. Instead he listened as Draco told him about what he had learned, that his uncle was his real father and that his mother had been a Muggle.
Draco sipped his water while he watched Oliver. He had chosen to leave out the part about Marcus. He really didn't want anyone to know about it.
Oliver was trying to muddle through all that Draco had told him. Abruptly he stood and went over to the sink. Though he was a wizard, he had lived in the Muggle world so he was no stranger to Muggle chores. It would have taken less time to do it with magic, but he liked to work with his hands. He started washing the dishes and was thinking about his own scars when he felt the boy come up next to him. Draco set his plate down and looked up at him. Tentatively, he reached for the dishtowel and started drying the dishes. He set them on the counter silently. After a few minutes of silence, he began to worry.
"What is it?"
Warm coffee-colored eyes gazed down at him, a jumble of emotions. Oliver couldn't believe that he was even contemplating this. He set down the cup he had been washing and looked at the petite blond. His fingers lightly swept back a strand of hair. Leaning down, he could feel the heat from the pink cheeks.
Draco closed his eyes as he felt the warm breath brush against his face. Suddenly, a pair of warm lips pressed against his own. His mouth opened in surprise and he felt Oliver's tongue slid in, exploring his mouth. Timidly, he returned the kiss. That was all it took for their pent up passions to explode. Oliver pulled Draco closer and he wrapped his arms around the thin waist. He could feel the slender hands on his chest, rubbing in small circles. He moved his lips down to the pale neck and quickly found a vulnerable spot. He smiled slightly as he heard the soft gasp.
The smaller boy began working on the buttons of Oliver's flannel shirt. At first, it went unnoticed. But the instant the trembling hands started to undo the belt buckle.
"What are you doing?"
"It's okay," Draco said, trying to pull him closer. "I know what I'm doing."
Oliver managed to pull himself away from the alluring boy. "That," he began. "Is what worries me." How could one so young, so innocent get him so aroused so quickly? He forced himself to back away from Draco, silently cursing himself for giving in to temptation. It had been a long time since he let himself feel these emotions. He couldn't LET himself feel this. It wasn't right.
"Draco," he said, a thought forming in his head. "What do you mean, you know what you're doing? HOW could you possibly." He closed his eyes, not wanting an answer.
THIS was what he had been dreading. He could deal with telling people that he had been abused, or that Lucius wasn't his father, or that he was really a Mix. But he couldn't. not THIS.
But he did help me.
"I-It was Marcus. He taught me. I learned it from him." He looked at Oliver hoping to take his mind off it.
"Marcus. Marcus Flint." Oliver's warm eyes turned dark. He turned away and walked into the living room. He took a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and lit one. He watched the grey smoke swirl as he exhaled.
"Oliver?"
"Don't talk to me."
Draco felt tears fill his eyes as he stared at Oliver's back. "What did I do?"
"You mean besides Flint? Didn't think you'd be the rough type," Oliver said with a sneer. He raised the cigarette to his lips but stopped when he heard the choked sob. He took a deep breath and turned to face the anguished boy. Shock registered as he stared at the tears. "Draco, I-"
"Why ask if you don't want to know?" Draco snapped. He turned away and wrapped his arms tightly around his frame. "Do you think I WANTED it? The first time, I begged him to stop. He said I was weak. That I was his! And over the next few days he couldn't keep off me. I can still feel his mouths. his mouth." He broke down and sobbed miserably.
Oliver felt his heart break as he watched him. He cursed softly and went to kneel beside him. "Draco?" He felt like a creep. "Draco, I'm sorry. I never should have said that." He managed to pull Draco into his arms. "I'm sorry, love." He rested his chin on top of the soft hair, breathing in the boy's scent.
"Love?" Draco lifted his face and stared at him. "Oliver." But he couldn't say anything else as those soft lips pressed once again to his. In moments they were on the floor, their bodies pressed together.
"I'm sorry," Oliver whispered as he ran his hands over the trembling body. "I never believed in love. But now I do."
"Love. you love me?" Draco had only heard Lucius say he loved him once. Methos had never considered such sentiments important.
"Yes." Strong hands lifted the smaller body up and Draco found himself sitting on Oliver's lap, his legs wrapped around his waist. It didn't take long for things to get steamy. Somehow they made it to the bedroom and out of their clothes.
Then, they made love.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Oliver watched as Draco slept. A smile was on his face. It had been nearly three years since he had slept with someone. He sighed deeply, wondering what Draco's reaction would be. He had been very. enthusiastic. But it might have been due to his fear and confusion. He looked down as he felt a hand on his stomach, a finger running along a four-inch scar. "You're awake."
"Mmm." Draco traced the scar lazily. A blush crept over him as he felt those eyes sweeping over his naked body. Feeling self-conscious, he drew the covers around him. After a few moments he raised his face.
"You all right?" Oliver whispered.
"Yes." There was silence for a moment. "About last night."
"You regret it?" Pain filled the brown eyes and Draco thought he was going to drown in them.
"No. I wanted to say thank you and." He blushed. "Wow."
"Wow?"
The blush deepened. "Yeah. wow. I've never."
"You said that Marcus."Oliver stopped. Draco shrank away from him.
"Is that all I am? Is that all I'm worth?" Fresh tears fell. "Last night. I thought. you said!"
"I love you. I know. I remember what I said and NO. I wasn't using you." Sitting up, Oliver pulled him close. "I meant what I said. I love you. I don't know how or why or when it happened, but I do." He sighed. "And about Marcus. tell me everything."
"No." The younger boy had tensed up. "Please, not right now."
A sigh. "Later?"
"Mm." Drcao pulled back and again touched the scar. "How did you get this?"
"From Voldemort."
The boy looked up at him in shock. "What?!" Suddenly he had yet another reason to hate the Dark Lord. "What happened?"
"Do you really want to know?"
"Yes."
Oliver took a deep breath. "It wasn't Voldemort who hit me. But my father. It's complicated."
"I want to know."
Another deep breath. "Voldemort came for my parents. My father was an Auror. They came, the Deatheaters. My father was put under the Imperius. He then raped and killed both my mother and older sister. The curse was taken off. I was forced to watch it all." He started to choke on the painful memories. "My father wanted to kill himself, but he couldn't. He had to take care of me. But what he was forced to do scarred him. He wasn't my father. I didn't tell anyone. I believed it was my fault. Percy, in our second year, found out. He told Dumbledore and I was sent to live with my aunt while my father went to Mungo's." His eyes turned dark. "I vowed I wouldn't let another family be destroyed by HIM. Dumbledore spoke to Moody. He's been working with me."
"You're an Auror." Draco shifted a bit. "You can't live like that."
"Why not?"
"Because. I want- I want you to be happy." His voice sounded so small. "Please." He lightly scratched Oliver's smooth stomach, chewing his lower lip.
With a groan, Oliver lay his lover down. "You're going to be the end of me." He sighed as he looked down at Draco. "Okay. All right! I won't be so. vengeful." He kissed him deeply.
They forgot all their troubles as they made love again. And again.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Lucius smiled as he lay there. He knew he didn't have much time. But it didn't matter. They hadn't found Draco. He was safe. That was all that mattered.
TBC
And to my first reviewer, LoveHayden: Thanks! I hope you'll keep reading it!
Chapter 2
Oliver looked down at Draco as he slept. The blond boy had been asleep since he had crashed into him nearly four hours ago. The older boy was getting worried. He sighed deeply and sat down on the bed.
Once again, he thought. Oliver Wood to the rescue. He leaned back and watched the small chest rise and fall. What happened to make him runaway, he wondered. But he couldn't think of anything. Oh, he had seen the marks on the small body when he got him undressed, but the one that disturbed him the most was the mark on his arm. It looked fairly recent. Why did he try to kill himself?
He was roused from his thoughts as Draco drew in a shuddering breath. "Hello. Feeling better?"
The blond slowly sat up and looked at him nervously. "W-what am I doing here?" he asked. He started to get out of bed but realized he was naked. With a squeak, he drew the blanket tightly around himself and stared horrorstricken at Oliver. Memories of Marcus came flooding up inside him, threatening to overflow.
"Don't worry." Oliver felt his heart beat faster. "I thought you'd be more comfortable. I didn't." he stopped himself. What if THAT was why he'd left his home? Swallowing, he said, "Are you feeling better? You lost consciousness once you fell out of the Floo grate. I didn't know what else to do so I brought you to my place."
Draco couldn't help it. He cried, he cried so hard that he started choking. The smell of cinnamon washed over him as Oliver pulled him close in a comforting embrace. They stayed like that until the last tears fell. Oliver gently pulled back and lifted the tear-stained face up. "Are you hungry?"
When Draco nodded, Oliver stood. "Your clothes are there. I'll get dinner started." He flashed him a lazy smile as he made his way out.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Draco looked around Oliver's home. He lived in the woods in a small cottage. It was nice and comfortable. He looked up as Oliver held out a plate of boiled potatoes.
"Why are you helping me?" he asked as he took the plate.
"Because you need it." There was silence for a few moments. "Did your father hit you?"
Draco looked away. "Yes, but it's not what you think."
"Then enlighten me." Oliver forced himself to keep calm. It wouldn't do to get the boy upset over this.
Silvery eyes looked at him and Oliver felt something strange awaken in him. He tried not to focus on it. Instead he listened as Draco told him about what he had learned, that his uncle was his real father and that his mother had been a Muggle.
Draco sipped his water while he watched Oliver. He had chosen to leave out the part about Marcus. He really didn't want anyone to know about it.
Oliver was trying to muddle through all that Draco had told him. Abruptly he stood and went over to the sink. Though he was a wizard, he had lived in the Muggle world so he was no stranger to Muggle chores. It would have taken less time to do it with magic, but he liked to work with his hands. He started washing the dishes and was thinking about his own scars when he felt the boy come up next to him. Draco set his plate down and looked up at him. Tentatively, he reached for the dishtowel and started drying the dishes. He set them on the counter silently. After a few minutes of silence, he began to worry.
"What is it?"
Warm coffee-colored eyes gazed down at him, a jumble of emotions. Oliver couldn't believe that he was even contemplating this. He set down the cup he had been washing and looked at the petite blond. His fingers lightly swept back a strand of hair. Leaning down, he could feel the heat from the pink cheeks.
Draco closed his eyes as he felt the warm breath brush against his face. Suddenly, a pair of warm lips pressed against his own. His mouth opened in surprise and he felt Oliver's tongue slid in, exploring his mouth. Timidly, he returned the kiss. That was all it took for their pent up passions to explode. Oliver pulled Draco closer and he wrapped his arms around the thin waist. He could feel the slender hands on his chest, rubbing in small circles. He moved his lips down to the pale neck and quickly found a vulnerable spot. He smiled slightly as he heard the soft gasp.
The smaller boy began working on the buttons of Oliver's flannel shirt. At first, it went unnoticed. But the instant the trembling hands started to undo the belt buckle.
"What are you doing?"
"It's okay," Draco said, trying to pull him closer. "I know what I'm doing."
Oliver managed to pull himself away from the alluring boy. "That," he began. "Is what worries me." How could one so young, so innocent get him so aroused so quickly? He forced himself to back away from Draco, silently cursing himself for giving in to temptation. It had been a long time since he let himself feel these emotions. He couldn't LET himself feel this. It wasn't right.
"Draco," he said, a thought forming in his head. "What do you mean, you know what you're doing? HOW could you possibly." He closed his eyes, not wanting an answer.
THIS was what he had been dreading. He could deal with telling people that he had been abused, or that Lucius wasn't his father, or that he was really a Mix. But he couldn't. not THIS.
But he did help me.
"I-It was Marcus. He taught me. I learned it from him." He looked at Oliver hoping to take his mind off it.
"Marcus. Marcus Flint." Oliver's warm eyes turned dark. He turned away and walked into the living room. He took a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and lit one. He watched the grey smoke swirl as he exhaled.
"Oliver?"
"Don't talk to me."
Draco felt tears fill his eyes as he stared at Oliver's back. "What did I do?"
"You mean besides Flint? Didn't think you'd be the rough type," Oliver said with a sneer. He raised the cigarette to his lips but stopped when he heard the choked sob. He took a deep breath and turned to face the anguished boy. Shock registered as he stared at the tears. "Draco, I-"
"Why ask if you don't want to know?" Draco snapped. He turned away and wrapped his arms tightly around his frame. "Do you think I WANTED it? The first time, I begged him to stop. He said I was weak. That I was his! And over the next few days he couldn't keep off me. I can still feel his mouths. his mouth." He broke down and sobbed miserably.
Oliver felt his heart break as he watched him. He cursed softly and went to kneel beside him. "Draco?" He felt like a creep. "Draco, I'm sorry. I never should have said that." He managed to pull Draco into his arms. "I'm sorry, love." He rested his chin on top of the soft hair, breathing in the boy's scent.
"Love?" Draco lifted his face and stared at him. "Oliver." But he couldn't say anything else as those soft lips pressed once again to his. In moments they were on the floor, their bodies pressed together.
"I'm sorry," Oliver whispered as he ran his hands over the trembling body. "I never believed in love. But now I do."
"Love. you love me?" Draco had only heard Lucius say he loved him once. Methos had never considered such sentiments important.
"Yes." Strong hands lifted the smaller body up and Draco found himself sitting on Oliver's lap, his legs wrapped around his waist. It didn't take long for things to get steamy. Somehow they made it to the bedroom and out of their clothes.
Then, they made love.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Oliver watched as Draco slept. A smile was on his face. It had been nearly three years since he had slept with someone. He sighed deeply, wondering what Draco's reaction would be. He had been very. enthusiastic. But it might have been due to his fear and confusion. He looked down as he felt a hand on his stomach, a finger running along a four-inch scar. "You're awake."
"Mmm." Draco traced the scar lazily. A blush crept over him as he felt those eyes sweeping over his naked body. Feeling self-conscious, he drew the covers around him. After a few moments he raised his face.
"You all right?" Oliver whispered.
"Yes." There was silence for a moment. "About last night."
"You regret it?" Pain filled the brown eyes and Draco thought he was going to drown in them.
"No. I wanted to say thank you and." He blushed. "Wow."
"Wow?"
The blush deepened. "Yeah. wow. I've never."
"You said that Marcus."Oliver stopped. Draco shrank away from him.
"Is that all I am? Is that all I'm worth?" Fresh tears fell. "Last night. I thought. you said!"
"I love you. I know. I remember what I said and NO. I wasn't using you." Sitting up, Oliver pulled him close. "I meant what I said. I love you. I don't know how or why or when it happened, but I do." He sighed. "And about Marcus. tell me everything."
"No." The younger boy had tensed up. "Please, not right now."
A sigh. "Later?"
"Mm." Drcao pulled back and again touched the scar. "How did you get this?"
"From Voldemort."
The boy looked up at him in shock. "What?!" Suddenly he had yet another reason to hate the Dark Lord. "What happened?"
"Do you really want to know?"
"Yes."
Oliver took a deep breath. "It wasn't Voldemort who hit me. But my father. It's complicated."
"I want to know."
Another deep breath. "Voldemort came for my parents. My father was an Auror. They came, the Deatheaters. My father was put under the Imperius. He then raped and killed both my mother and older sister. The curse was taken off. I was forced to watch it all." He started to choke on the painful memories. "My father wanted to kill himself, but he couldn't. He had to take care of me. But what he was forced to do scarred him. He wasn't my father. I didn't tell anyone. I believed it was my fault. Percy, in our second year, found out. He told Dumbledore and I was sent to live with my aunt while my father went to Mungo's." His eyes turned dark. "I vowed I wouldn't let another family be destroyed by HIM. Dumbledore spoke to Moody. He's been working with me."
"You're an Auror." Draco shifted a bit. "You can't live like that."
"Why not?"
"Because. I want- I want you to be happy." His voice sounded so small. "Please." He lightly scratched Oliver's smooth stomach, chewing his lower lip.
With a groan, Oliver lay his lover down. "You're going to be the end of me." He sighed as he looked down at Draco. "Okay. All right! I won't be so. vengeful." He kissed him deeply.
They forgot all their troubles as they made love again. And again.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Lucius smiled as he lay there. He knew he didn't have much time. But it didn't matter. They hadn't found Draco. He was safe. That was all that mattered.
TBC