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Chapter 27: Nervous Breakdowns Among Young Famous Wizards (Part Two)

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"Hey." A hand shot out and grabbed his arm as he walked past. The suddenness made him falter back a step clumsily and he looked around to see if anyone had noticed.

There were still far too many students around for Oliver's comfort. Since that night, he had been very careful to avoid bumping into Marcus.

Taking the long way to his classes, scheduling his meals so that they'd miss each other and actually paying attention in his classes rather than daydreaming and staring at the back of Marcus's head. (he only paid attention in those classes that they had to share with the Slytherins that is.)

And here the boy was.

Right in front of him.

After the friendly match, when it had rained, things had gotten a little out of hand between him and the Slytherin captain.

Oliver tried to tell himself afterwards that it must have been the electricity of the storm, combined with the charged atmosphere and the adrenalin from the match, and not to mention all that mud clinging to them both.

He had heard of Muggles wrestling in mud for entertainment from his cousin, so there must be something to it. (He still couldn't be sure; though he was glad for the explanations.)

Because a small part of him sometimes couldn't believe what they had done together only a few days ago.

While other parts of him have been lucidly reliving the sweat-filled moments at every given opportunity.

At this thought, an uncontrollable blush started to spread across his face as he looked at Marcus; the brute who was staring at him now under his hooded eyes, with a knowing sneer on his lips.

Oliver frowned, in an attempt to look more in control.

But Marcus wasn't having none of that.

"So." he said, glancing down at Oliver lips for a moment.

"What do you want, Flint?" Oliver groused, yanking his arm away from Marcus's tight hold.

Oliver checked the hallway again quickly.

Luckily, no one was paying them much attention.

He sighed and turned back to Marcus.

"I thought you might like to see something." Marcus drawled suggestively, swiftly sneaking a hand inside the front of Oliver's robe and letting his fingers trail down slowly from chest to stomach.

"What?" Oliver yelped and jumped back.

He straightened his robe and glared at Marcus with as much indignation as he could muster. (Which was quite a lot.)

Marcus laughed under his breath.

"Relax, *Wood*." he said, putting particular emphasis on the boy's name, causing him to redden even further.

"I'm serious, though. You got a minute?" continued Marcus gruffly, his sneer fading.

Oliver breathed out and considered the boy/man standing before him for a few seconds. His classes for the day just ended, but he didn't want to give Marcus the satisfaction.

"Oh, all right! What is it, then?" he finally relented ungraciously.

"Good boy. Come on, then. No sense wasting valuable time." Marcus said vaguely as he walked away.

Oliver stood his spot stubbornly for a while, undecided whether or not he should follow Marcus.

At the very least he expected Marcus to stop and turn around when he noticed the other boy wasn't following him, but the Slytherin just strode on without so much as a care.

*Typical!* Oliver narrowed his eyes as he ran to catch up with Marcus.

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(In the Gryffindor Common Room)

"Ron, have you seen Harry yet?" asked Hermione. She had just gotten back from the library. Piled high in her arms were various books she had borrowed.

Ron looked puzzled for a moment. "Hermione... he's still sleeping it off, remember?"

"Not anymore. I bumped into him after dinner. He said he was going to get something to eat." Hermione frowned and looked at her watch, "I'd have thought he would be done by now."

"Harry's alright? Why didn't you come get me?" he exclaimed, standing up from his armchair.

"Oh." she looked slightly abashed, "Uhm, I had something to do in the library and I guess I got a little carried away..." she trailed off and sniffled.

The books were more than a little dusty.

"Hermione! I can't believe you'd value homework over your friends!" Ron looked at her in horror.

"I didn't! I mean, I don't. It's research for Harry, mind you!" Hermione wondered a little too late if she'd said too much. Knowing Ron he'll overreact as usual.

"What research?" Ron asked curiously, taking a book off the top of her pile.

"10,000 Signs and Symptoms of the Emotionally Unstable Friend. What the..." Ron looked perplexed and took the next book, "Understanding Suicidal Tendencies and How to Prevent them." he read out loud, his eyes almost bugging out.

"Ron, don't worry, there's lots more. This is only what I could carry back from the Nervous Breakdowns section. It's fairly extensive...you should see- "

"Hermione!" Ron cut in, exasperated.

She sighed. *He's bound to find out sooner or later.* she thought.

"Ron," she started, and spoke as slowly and clearly as she could.

"Do Not Pa-nic. I am *just* a little worried about Harry, that's all. What he's been through..." she sighed and shifted the books on her arms a little, "It's not easy for him, that's for sure. And Malfoy's not making it any easier." Ron blinked as she continued, "I thought it might be helpful to know a little bit more about what to expect and what to do if anything should happen."

"What's going to happen?" Ron asked automatically.

"I don't know, Ron. That's what I'm trying to find out, see?" she said patiently.

"Oh."

"Yes." She hoped that he finally got it. Her arms were getting tired and there was still a pile of books more that she has yet to pick up from the library.

"Need any help?"

She smiled.

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The first low rumble of thunder echoed through the now-empty hallways.

Oliver cursed his luck. He had been hoping for dry weather today so he could practise on his broom. But from the sounds of it, the wet weather they've been having lately would be repeating itself today.

"Where are we going, Flint?" Oliver asked, impatiently. They had been weaving in and out of interconnecting hallways for a few minutes now.

Throughout, Marcus had been mysteriously and infuriatingly silent.

"Look here, I'm not moving another step until you tell me." Oliver finally said firmly.

And true to his word, he stopped dead in his tracks, and crossed his arms.

Marcus smiled indulgently to himself before turning around to face the headstrong Gryffindor.

"You won't have to." he reached out and his hand found a doorknob in the wall that Oliver hadn't noticed.

Marcus opened the small door with a flourish.

"This is it."

"This is what, exactly?"

"What I've been wanting to show you." Marcus said pointedly.

Oliver glared at him before grudgingly taking a step towards the open door.

He stuck his head inside curiously and looked around.

"It *looks* like a broom closet, Fli-"

No sooner than that, he was pushed roughly within.

Marcus stepped in smoothly and locked the door behind them.

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(Back in the Gryffindor Common Room)

"Do you think we have enough, Herm?"

"Yes. For now." she said, looking with satisfaction at the vast collection of books they had amassed now on a corner table.

"I'll just pop upstairs to the dorm room for a bit. Harry's probably back by now. I want to see if he's okay." Ron said.

"Alright." Hermione nodded.

Two minutes later, Ron came bounding back down the stairs to her surprise.

He was visibly shaken and a little out of breath, but he still managed to lower his voice when he told Hermione.

"He's gone!"

"What?"

"Shhh! No sense telling the whole world. We could be getting him in more trouble than he needs to be." scolded Ron.

"What do you mean, he's gone?" Hermione whispered anxiously.

"His cloak is missing," Ron panted, "and so is the Map. He must've taken them to go somewhere."

The two friends stared at each other in silence, aghast at the implications.

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(In a Broom Closet, somewhere in Hogwarts)

"So," Oliver panted, in between kissing Marcus back ferociously.

Kiss. Slurp.

"this."

Bite. Nip. *Rowr*

"is what..."

Pant, pant. Suck.

"you wanted to show me?" he finished, gasping for air.

Marcus pulled his head back with an evil smile, "I knew you'd be pleased."

He covered Oliver's mouth again with his own and slid a rough tongue into the boy's sweet mouth.

Oliver let out a low moan and grabbed the back of the captain's head to pull him in even closer.

And Marcus Flint didn't need any more encouragement than that.

His calloused hands circled Oliver's slim hips, and pushed the boy up against the wall.

Something clattered to the floor.

"What was that?" Oliver started.

"Doesn't matter." Marcus growled as he impatiently aligned his own body up with Oliver's slim frame and pressed his erection against Oliver's growing bulge.

The heat and the sudden friction caused Oliver to gasp audibly.

The sheer pleasure shooting through him was intoxicating.

All he could think now was *More. More. More.*