A/N: This is getting too Percy-centered. I promise there will be less of him in next chapter. *grin* Emily beta'd, thanks to her for that.
Tricks And Drinks Part II: Know Your Enemy
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"Oliver, is something up?" Percy heard a curious voice ask innocently. He glanced in the direction of his best mate and saw Potter talking with him. "You seem happy. New Quidditch strategies?"
Oliver almost choked on whatever he was having for breakfast. He coughed violently and then burst out laughing. "Well, let's just say something definitely Quidditch related," he said when he had calmed down, and flashed Potter a megawatt smile, unlike anything Percy had ever seen before.
'Quidditch related. Right. You think having sex with the enemy is a good idea,' Percy thought bitterly. 'Of course he does,' he reminded himself then. 'He's under a spell.'
Everyone seemed to have noticed the change in Oliver's appearance. The Quidditch Captain was everything but stressed, which was his normal state of mind. Oliver was always stressed about Quidditch - except today. Today he was practically lying in his chair, his legs far under the table and his arms spread as comfortably as possible. He was talking, laughing, and flashing those big grins that made everyone arch their eyebrows. And then, he was also sneaking glances at the Slytherin table so often that Percy wondered why no one had noticed. Oliver did *not* look like a boy who hadn't slept much last night; he was truly relaxed, smiling, happy, and Percy knew exactly why. He had a hard time trying not to think of his best bloody mate as 'thoroughly fucked.'
"Oh, so you admit something's up?" George asked, smiling mischievously at Oliver. Percy had long ago learned to avoid those grins as a sign of something bad.
"Yeah," Fred chimed in. "What have you been planning?"
"Well, actually, I've been thinking a lot about the Slytherin game that's coming up," Oliver said easily.
'Yeah, I bet you have,' Percy thought.
"I have a few new ideas," Oliver continued wickedly and grinned again. He made a move to get up, but couldn't help but add, "Know your enemy!" and wink at the Weasley Twins before heading out of the Great Hall.
The Twins looked at each other questioningly and then shrugged, going back to their breakfast. Percy hesitated for a moment, then stood up and followed his friend.
"Oliver, wait up!" he shouted as he entered the hallway, a long way from Oliver, who was apparently walking very fast. The Quidditch Captain turned around at the sound of his voice and let Percy catch up with him.
"Oh hi, Perce. What's up?" Oliver asked brightly.
Percy didn't exactly know what to say. He pondered on different approaches to the subject, but he was taking too long. "Uhm... I want to talk to you about Marcus," Percy said finally, spitting the name out rather harshly. He gestured towards the hallway and they started to walk together.
Oliver raised an eyebrow. "Oh really? What about him?"
"Uhm, he... I saw him, yesterday... Uh. I know about you two," Percy said awkwardly and looked uncomfortable, refusing to look at Oliver.
"How can you know about it?" Oliver asked, surprised. His voice was calm and light, and Percy turned to look at him. Percy had been expecting Oliver to tell him to sod off or something, to stop interfering with his life. Maybe being so... uh... thoroughly fucked had its advantages.
"I, uh, saw you two last night, when you came up here," Percy said quickly. He squirmed. "What was it about?"
Oliver blushed and laughed at the same time.
"Uh... Believe me, Perce, you don't want to know. Just... big boy stuff." Oliver smirked happily, not showing any signs of embarrassment. Then he stilled and looked almost serious. "It was amazing," he added and started to squirm a little.
Percy couldn't think of a thing to say. There certainly was no point in asking Oliver how he felt about Marcus. "Um... Oliver, I know you're feeling really good right now... But are you sure this is a good thing?"
If he could only get a seed of doubt in Oliver's mind...
Oliver arched an eyebrow innocently. "What do you mean? Just because he's a Slytherin and he's big and strong and... uhm... what I mean is, not getting along with everyone doesn't mean he's going to hurt me!" he said defensively.
Percy had only one thought in his head and it was something he would never have said aloud. 'Fuck Love Potions.' Because that was clearly what this was about, the stupid potion that had messed with Oliver's head. "I know that, Oliver, it's just that... you're a good friend and I want you to be happy," Percy said truthfully.
"I know, Perce. And believe me, I'm really, *really* happy right now. There's no reason for you to worry. He'll... take care of me," Oliver said idealistically.
Oh, the idealism was because of the potion, too. This was definitely not the Oliver he knew. Or was it? Was the Oliver he knew, or at least *thought* he knew, so-- No. The Oliver he knew was not in love with Marcus Flint.
Percy regretted his decision of not telling the teachers about this. He hadn't wanted to humiliate Oliver and had decided to keep this a secret. But if he had told someone, *anyone*, McGonagall maybe, they would've found a counter-curse in no time and Oliver would have been himself again.
But everyone would also have known that Marcus Flint had charmed him, that Flint had used him, raped him in a way, made him his fuck-toy. And that just wouldn't do. Percy wanted Oliver to be respected by other students, especially the Quidditch players. Who would ever have thought of Oliver Wood, the Gryffindor Captain, with respect, had they known about this incident with Marcus Flint?
"I've got to go now," Percy said suddenly, stopping on his tracks. "I, uh, I forgot something I have to do. Head Boy duties," he explained uneasily.
"Sure," Oliver said and smiled. There it was again, that dazzling smile. "I'll meet you in class, right?"
Percy nodded, smiled and turned away. He needed to find Marcus. Immediately.
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Marcus had just finished his breakfast, which he had been eating for an eternity already. From where he sat, he could see Oliver all the time, and the way he laughed and gestured with his hands and smiled like the sun itself was really distracting. Especially if you happened to have special memories of those hands and that smile...
He got up from the bed and told his so called friends not to follow him, that he had something he had forgotten to do. He wanted to go see how Oliver was doing - but then again, he didn't want to be with the Gryffindor *all* the time. He wasn't that addicted... yet. So instead, he decided to find some annoying first-year to terrorize. He turned around one corner when someone grabbed his robes and pulled him aside.
"Hey!" Marcus protested, pushing the other boy away. It was Percy fucking Weasley, damn it. "What the fuck are you doing, Head Boy?"
"Calm down and listen to me, Flint. I don't like this any more than you do, but I happen to know what you did to Oliver," Percy said. "And I don't like *that*, either."
Flint's eyes narrowed. "What the fuck are you talking about, Weasel?"
"Come on, Flint. The spell. I'm talking about the spell. Why do you do this? You'll end up hurting him, and I won't tolerate that," Percy said, sounding a lot more convincing than what he actually felt. "I'm looking for a counter-curse."
"What?" Marcus was starting to lose his temper.
"The only reason I didn't go to a teacher straight away was Oliver. I don't want to hurt him, including I don't want to humiliate him. I'll reverse the spell. Oh, and if any of your brainless friends even try to touch me, I'll go to McGonagall. Is that clear?"
"Now you listen to me, Weasley. I won't let you fuck this up. I won't let you near him," Marcus said, sounding just as convincing as he actually felt.
"Yeah right, like that would ever work. After I find that reverse spell, I'll only need ten seconds with him. You can't be with him *all* the time. And why would you want to, anyway? You just want him so that you can f... have sex with him, right?" Percy said. When Flint didn't answer, he raised an eyebrow. "Right?"
Flint was quiet for a moment and then gave him an evil smile. "Right. But, Weasley, I happen to like fucking him, as you were about to say. I'll do everything I can to keep him. I'm not letting go that easily, and *you* are not scaring me."
"Flint, look at it like this. You'll end up breaking his heart. You'll get bored of him, leave him and it'll break his heart. If you have a counter-curse, use it. Otherwise I'll do it myself," Percy said. "I know you don't especially like him, that you don't care what you do to him, but I do. He's a good friend. If you're as clever as I think you are, you let him go. Is it true, that Marcus Flint can only get laid when he's charmed his... friend?"
Flint's eyes sparkled and suddenly a fist collided with Percy's nose. "Stay out of this," he told the younger boy, who was now holding his nose.
Percy didn't know whether to be angry or scared. He just stared at Marcus accusingly. "I could go to McGonagall *right* *now*," he said. "How would you like that?"
"I thought you didn't want to humiliate Oliver, Weasley. What would humiliate him more than suddenly find out he only loves me because he's charmed? And worse yet... he'd still be in love with me, because I haven't got any counter-curse whatsoever," Marcus said in a low voice.
Percy caressed his nose with his fingertips. Marcus hadn't hit him hard, just hard enough to let him know who was in charge here. "You'll leave him and he will end up with a broken heart. I never thought even *you* could be that low," he said, turning around and fleeing before Flint had time to react.
Marcus stood there for a minute, feeling rage run through his veins. How dare he! Fucking Weasleys, nothing good had ever come from them. "Can't leave him if I love him," Marcus muttered vaguely to himself, cursing how pathetic that sounded. He, Marcus Flint, in *love*. With a fucking Gryffindor! With another *boy*! With another Quidditch Captain... how fucked up was *that*?
He decided to skip the first classes. How cared about Potions anyway? Snape would probably be furious for a moment, but calm down soon, and Flint wouldn't probably even get detention - he was the damned Quidditch Captain, after all. He picked up his broom and went outside to fly a little bit.
The first class was over when Marcus stumbled back to the castle. The hallways were full of students walking to their next classes, their dormitories or the library. After a few minutes of searching, he saw Oliver talking with other seventh-year Gryffindor boys in a corner. The younger boy spotted him and smiled, paying little attention to whatever the fucking Weasley was saying.
'See, Weasley? He's more interested in seeing me than listening to you,' Marcus thought triumphantly. He smiled at Oliver and somehow found himself walking closer. The Gryffindor's eyes widened. 'Thought I'd keep us a secret, did you?'
The Weasley stopped talking as he realized everyone was watching at something that was behind his back. He turned around only to see Marcus walking closer. Heatedly, he said, "Flint, I thought this was clear to you already."
"Shut up, Weasley," Marcus said, glancing at the Head Boy briefly. Then his eyes found the smiling Oliver again. When Marcus stopped walking, he was clearly invading Oliver's personal space. "Hey," the older boy said softly before placing a gentle kiss on Oliver's awaiting lips. They kissed softly, yet passionately, until half of the students were cheering at them and the other half was looking too stunned to move a muscle, their mouths hanging ridiculously open. They broke the kiss and Marcus completely ignored everyone else, concentrating on the boy in front of him.
"Hey to yourself," Oliver answered, sounding out of breath, before smirking at everyone. Then he kissed the Slytherin again, pissing Percy off more than he knew.
Marcus broke the kiss and wrapped an arm lazily around Oliver very possessively and protectively. He didn't try to pull the Gryffindor aside, merely just stood there, looking interested in what the others were saying. His main focus was on Oliver, however; how good his hair smelled and how good it felt to just hold him.
That fucking Weasley wouldn't get anywhere near his Oliver, Marcus would take care of that. And if he ever told a teacher about this, he'd kill him.
Tricks And Drinks Part II: Know Your Enemy
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"Oliver, is something up?" Percy heard a curious voice ask innocently. He glanced in the direction of his best mate and saw Potter talking with him. "You seem happy. New Quidditch strategies?"
Oliver almost choked on whatever he was having for breakfast. He coughed violently and then burst out laughing. "Well, let's just say something definitely Quidditch related," he said when he had calmed down, and flashed Potter a megawatt smile, unlike anything Percy had ever seen before.
'Quidditch related. Right. You think having sex with the enemy is a good idea,' Percy thought bitterly. 'Of course he does,' he reminded himself then. 'He's under a spell.'
Everyone seemed to have noticed the change in Oliver's appearance. The Quidditch Captain was everything but stressed, which was his normal state of mind. Oliver was always stressed about Quidditch - except today. Today he was practically lying in his chair, his legs far under the table and his arms spread as comfortably as possible. He was talking, laughing, and flashing those big grins that made everyone arch their eyebrows. And then, he was also sneaking glances at the Slytherin table so often that Percy wondered why no one had noticed. Oliver did *not* look like a boy who hadn't slept much last night; he was truly relaxed, smiling, happy, and Percy knew exactly why. He had a hard time trying not to think of his best bloody mate as 'thoroughly fucked.'
"Oh, so you admit something's up?" George asked, smiling mischievously at Oliver. Percy had long ago learned to avoid those grins as a sign of something bad.
"Yeah," Fred chimed in. "What have you been planning?"
"Well, actually, I've been thinking a lot about the Slytherin game that's coming up," Oliver said easily.
'Yeah, I bet you have,' Percy thought.
"I have a few new ideas," Oliver continued wickedly and grinned again. He made a move to get up, but couldn't help but add, "Know your enemy!" and wink at the Weasley Twins before heading out of the Great Hall.
The Twins looked at each other questioningly and then shrugged, going back to their breakfast. Percy hesitated for a moment, then stood up and followed his friend.
"Oliver, wait up!" he shouted as he entered the hallway, a long way from Oliver, who was apparently walking very fast. The Quidditch Captain turned around at the sound of his voice and let Percy catch up with him.
"Oh hi, Perce. What's up?" Oliver asked brightly.
Percy didn't exactly know what to say. He pondered on different approaches to the subject, but he was taking too long. "Uhm... I want to talk to you about Marcus," Percy said finally, spitting the name out rather harshly. He gestured towards the hallway and they started to walk together.
Oliver raised an eyebrow. "Oh really? What about him?"
"Uhm, he... I saw him, yesterday... Uh. I know about you two," Percy said awkwardly and looked uncomfortable, refusing to look at Oliver.
"How can you know about it?" Oliver asked, surprised. His voice was calm and light, and Percy turned to look at him. Percy had been expecting Oliver to tell him to sod off or something, to stop interfering with his life. Maybe being so... uh... thoroughly fucked had its advantages.
"I, uh, saw you two last night, when you came up here," Percy said quickly. He squirmed. "What was it about?"
Oliver blushed and laughed at the same time.
"Uh... Believe me, Perce, you don't want to know. Just... big boy stuff." Oliver smirked happily, not showing any signs of embarrassment. Then he stilled and looked almost serious. "It was amazing," he added and started to squirm a little.
Percy couldn't think of a thing to say. There certainly was no point in asking Oliver how he felt about Marcus. "Um... Oliver, I know you're feeling really good right now... But are you sure this is a good thing?"
If he could only get a seed of doubt in Oliver's mind...
Oliver arched an eyebrow innocently. "What do you mean? Just because he's a Slytherin and he's big and strong and... uhm... what I mean is, not getting along with everyone doesn't mean he's going to hurt me!" he said defensively.
Percy had only one thought in his head and it was something he would never have said aloud. 'Fuck Love Potions.' Because that was clearly what this was about, the stupid potion that had messed with Oliver's head. "I know that, Oliver, it's just that... you're a good friend and I want you to be happy," Percy said truthfully.
"I know, Perce. And believe me, I'm really, *really* happy right now. There's no reason for you to worry. He'll... take care of me," Oliver said idealistically.
Oh, the idealism was because of the potion, too. This was definitely not the Oliver he knew. Or was it? Was the Oliver he knew, or at least *thought* he knew, so-- No. The Oliver he knew was not in love with Marcus Flint.
Percy regretted his decision of not telling the teachers about this. He hadn't wanted to humiliate Oliver and had decided to keep this a secret. But if he had told someone, *anyone*, McGonagall maybe, they would've found a counter-curse in no time and Oliver would have been himself again.
But everyone would also have known that Marcus Flint had charmed him, that Flint had used him, raped him in a way, made him his fuck-toy. And that just wouldn't do. Percy wanted Oliver to be respected by other students, especially the Quidditch players. Who would ever have thought of Oliver Wood, the Gryffindor Captain, with respect, had they known about this incident with Marcus Flint?
"I've got to go now," Percy said suddenly, stopping on his tracks. "I, uh, I forgot something I have to do. Head Boy duties," he explained uneasily.
"Sure," Oliver said and smiled. There it was again, that dazzling smile. "I'll meet you in class, right?"
Percy nodded, smiled and turned away. He needed to find Marcus. Immediately.
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Marcus had just finished his breakfast, which he had been eating for an eternity already. From where he sat, he could see Oliver all the time, and the way he laughed and gestured with his hands and smiled like the sun itself was really distracting. Especially if you happened to have special memories of those hands and that smile...
He got up from the bed and told his so called friends not to follow him, that he had something he had forgotten to do. He wanted to go see how Oliver was doing - but then again, he didn't want to be with the Gryffindor *all* the time. He wasn't that addicted... yet. So instead, he decided to find some annoying first-year to terrorize. He turned around one corner when someone grabbed his robes and pulled him aside.
"Hey!" Marcus protested, pushing the other boy away. It was Percy fucking Weasley, damn it. "What the fuck are you doing, Head Boy?"
"Calm down and listen to me, Flint. I don't like this any more than you do, but I happen to know what you did to Oliver," Percy said. "And I don't like *that*, either."
Flint's eyes narrowed. "What the fuck are you talking about, Weasel?"
"Come on, Flint. The spell. I'm talking about the spell. Why do you do this? You'll end up hurting him, and I won't tolerate that," Percy said, sounding a lot more convincing than what he actually felt. "I'm looking for a counter-curse."
"What?" Marcus was starting to lose his temper.
"The only reason I didn't go to a teacher straight away was Oliver. I don't want to hurt him, including I don't want to humiliate him. I'll reverse the spell. Oh, and if any of your brainless friends even try to touch me, I'll go to McGonagall. Is that clear?"
"Now you listen to me, Weasley. I won't let you fuck this up. I won't let you near him," Marcus said, sounding just as convincing as he actually felt.
"Yeah right, like that would ever work. After I find that reverse spell, I'll only need ten seconds with him. You can't be with him *all* the time. And why would you want to, anyway? You just want him so that you can f... have sex with him, right?" Percy said. When Flint didn't answer, he raised an eyebrow. "Right?"
Flint was quiet for a moment and then gave him an evil smile. "Right. But, Weasley, I happen to like fucking him, as you were about to say. I'll do everything I can to keep him. I'm not letting go that easily, and *you* are not scaring me."
"Flint, look at it like this. You'll end up breaking his heart. You'll get bored of him, leave him and it'll break his heart. If you have a counter-curse, use it. Otherwise I'll do it myself," Percy said. "I know you don't especially like him, that you don't care what you do to him, but I do. He's a good friend. If you're as clever as I think you are, you let him go. Is it true, that Marcus Flint can only get laid when he's charmed his... friend?"
Flint's eyes sparkled and suddenly a fist collided with Percy's nose. "Stay out of this," he told the younger boy, who was now holding his nose.
Percy didn't know whether to be angry or scared. He just stared at Marcus accusingly. "I could go to McGonagall *right* *now*," he said. "How would you like that?"
"I thought you didn't want to humiliate Oliver, Weasley. What would humiliate him more than suddenly find out he only loves me because he's charmed? And worse yet... he'd still be in love with me, because I haven't got any counter-curse whatsoever," Marcus said in a low voice.
Percy caressed his nose with his fingertips. Marcus hadn't hit him hard, just hard enough to let him know who was in charge here. "You'll leave him and he will end up with a broken heart. I never thought even *you* could be that low," he said, turning around and fleeing before Flint had time to react.
Marcus stood there for a minute, feeling rage run through his veins. How dare he! Fucking Weasleys, nothing good had ever come from them. "Can't leave him if I love him," Marcus muttered vaguely to himself, cursing how pathetic that sounded. He, Marcus Flint, in *love*. With a fucking Gryffindor! With another *boy*! With another Quidditch Captain... how fucked up was *that*?
He decided to skip the first classes. How cared about Potions anyway? Snape would probably be furious for a moment, but calm down soon, and Flint wouldn't probably even get detention - he was the damned Quidditch Captain, after all. He picked up his broom and went outside to fly a little bit.
The first class was over when Marcus stumbled back to the castle. The hallways were full of students walking to their next classes, their dormitories or the library. After a few minutes of searching, he saw Oliver talking with other seventh-year Gryffindor boys in a corner. The younger boy spotted him and smiled, paying little attention to whatever the fucking Weasley was saying.
'See, Weasley? He's more interested in seeing me than listening to you,' Marcus thought triumphantly. He smiled at Oliver and somehow found himself walking closer. The Gryffindor's eyes widened. 'Thought I'd keep us a secret, did you?'
The Weasley stopped talking as he realized everyone was watching at something that was behind his back. He turned around only to see Marcus walking closer. Heatedly, he said, "Flint, I thought this was clear to you already."
"Shut up, Weasley," Marcus said, glancing at the Head Boy briefly. Then his eyes found the smiling Oliver again. When Marcus stopped walking, he was clearly invading Oliver's personal space. "Hey," the older boy said softly before placing a gentle kiss on Oliver's awaiting lips. They kissed softly, yet passionately, until half of the students were cheering at them and the other half was looking too stunned to move a muscle, their mouths hanging ridiculously open. They broke the kiss and Marcus completely ignored everyone else, concentrating on the boy in front of him.
"Hey to yourself," Oliver answered, sounding out of breath, before smirking at everyone. Then he kissed the Slytherin again, pissing Percy off more than he knew.
Marcus broke the kiss and wrapped an arm lazily around Oliver very possessively and protectively. He didn't try to pull the Gryffindor aside, merely just stood there, looking interested in what the others were saying. His main focus was on Oliver, however; how good his hair smelled and how good it felt to just hold him.
That fucking Weasley wouldn't get anywhere near his Oliver, Marcus would take care of that. And if he ever told a teacher about this, he'd kill him.