A/N: Okay, okay, so I'm a bad person for not updating things. Hey, I'm distracted. There's Pirates of the Caribbean, and there's still Lord of the Rings, and there is still Elijah Wood. We're starting to get to the end of this, by the way. I'm thinking seven parts altogether.
WARNINGS: In this chapter, there is some violence.
Tricks And Drinks Part IV: Until Dawn
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Marcus had spent seven years hating Potions with Gryffindors. But then, in his extra-year, that had changed, because of Oliver. Now Oliver and Marcus had Potions together, and Marcus didn't mind so much anymore. Until now, he had been watching the Gryffindor through the lessons - but now they were keeping an eye on each other, smirking, smiling to each other, keeping the other aware of where their thoughts lay.
Professor Snape had excused himself a few minutes earlier, because professor McGonagall had needed him to help some student out. The poor first-grader had apparently misused some plant and ended up frozen. The Gryffindors and Slytherins were now alone in the class, which was never a good idea. Today, however, seemed to be a good day. All the seventh-year students were too interested in the love story of Marcus Flint and Oliver Wood to fight.
"Oliver, would you *please* stop staring at Marcus and concentrate on this?" Percy asked irritably. He was stirring their newest potion. It was something beautifully... blue. Well, if Oliver had to taste a potion, he preferred it be blue. It was a nice colour, after all. It was like the sky, and Oliver liked the sky. Just like he liked flying in the blue sky. This, however, was a lot darker a shade of blue.
"Is it time for me to try it yet?" Oliver asked nonchalantly.
Percy smiled. Only Oliver could be that nonchalant before tasting a potion he had barely participated in making.
"No, not yet. You know, you *could* help. Volunteering to taste it was nice, but I'd really appreciate some help. Could you even keep stirring it while I add some ingredients?" the Head Boy said.
"Sure, Perce," Oliver said and took the spoon from Percy. He glanced at Marcus. Again. Marcus was looking at him. They smiled at each other.
"*Please*, Oliver, could you two just *stop* that?" Percy said, frustrated.
Oliver turned to look at his mate. He frowned and asked carefully, "Is this bothering you? I mean, me and Marcus... does it bother you that I fell for a bloke?"
Percy shook his head firmly. "Oh no, it doesn't. I just... I have a bad feeling about Flint, that's all."
Oliver sighed. "Why do you have to be such an idiot? I like him, and I like you. I'm not giving either of you up. Just get *used* to it, will you? Fuck!"
"Language, Oliver."
The Quidditch Captain glared but stayed quiet. He kept stirring the potion like a good boy and Percy added some powder and suddenly the potion changed colour. It became black as night.
"Is it supposed to do that?" Oliver asked curiously, all hard feelings already forgotten.
"Hmm? Oh, the colour. Sure. It's supposed to be black," Percy answered.
"Everybody else's is still blue."
"They aren't this far yet. Now go on, try it."
Oliver took the glass Percy was handing him and smelled the black potion. "Hmm. Doesn't smell too bad. What is it supposed to do again?"
Marcus was absent-mindedly listening to Percy's accurate explanation of how the potion was supposed to make you weightless. Oliver had the perfect body... Marcus let his gaze wander over the other Quidditch Captain's slender form before settling on the hand that was holding the potion. It was black... now *that* was curious. Had Perfect Percy made a mistake? Marcus snorted. Hah. It was definitely *not* supposed to be black. It was supposed to be blue... like Oliver's eyes... Now where had *that* thought come from? Anyway, Percy the Head Boy had apparently done something wrong. Hopefully it was not some serious mistake, now that Snape was gone and all that, since Oliver was apparently going to drink it.
Marcus watched as Oliver eyed his glass without any suspicion. Oliver trusted Percy. Stupid Gryffindor...thought the Head Boy could do no wrong... Oliver would probably have trusted on Percy with his fucking life...
Just as Oliver lifted the glass to his lips, a new thought struck Marcus. He got up and jumped over the table to where Oliver was sitting, and shouted, "Don't drink it!" But Oliver had already gulped down half of the glass before Marcus reached him and knocked the glass to the floor.
Oliver looked at Marcus in bewilderment before glancing at the broken glass and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He turned to look at Marcus again and asked, "What's wrong? It was just the potion."
But Marcus wasn't looking at Oliver. He was looking at the person behind him. Percy. Marcus stared at the Head Boy with disgust for a moment. Everyone had quieted down and was now looking at the three of them. Then Marcus shrieked something inarticulate, pushed Oliver away and attacked Percy, hitting him hard in the chin with his right fist. Percy stumbled backwards, his back hit the table and he fell clumsily on it. Marcus was there in a split second, reaching for any part of Percy to hurt. The Slytherin held him down on one hand and beat him with the other, no matter how much he tried to fight back. Marcus was a lot stronger and used to fighting.
"Marcus!" Oliver shouted and grabbed his arm. Just like Marcus had thought - Oliver was a bit stronger than him and managed to pull him away. "What is *wrong* with you? Calm the fuck down!"
Percy managed to get back on his feet. His jaw ached and he'd probably be covered in bruises the next day. Luckily, Marcus hadn't had the time to break any bones - or worse.
"I'm going to fucking *kill* you," Marcus threatened. He had calmed down a bit, but was still breathing hard, his muscles ready to jump forward again. Oliver had stepped in front of him and was now holding him away from Percy.
"You're *not* killing him, Marcus," Oliver said determinedly. "Shit! I knew you couldn't stand each other, but this is just too much!" He glanced at Percy over his shoulder without letting go of Marcus and asked, "Perce, are you okay?"
Percy was still trying to figure out whether he was bleeding or not. "Yeah, I'm fine, Oliver," he answered anyway.
"I can't believe you fucking did it," Marcus said to Percy.
"I had to," Percy answered.
At that, Marcus tried to break Oliver's grip and attack the Head Boy again, but Oliver held him still.
"Marcus, *calm* *down*." Oliver's voice was icy and it made Marcus concentrate on him for a moment. The big Slytherin relaxed a little at the sight of Oliver close to him. As Marcus relaxed, Oliver relaxed, though he wasn't letting his guard down.
Suddenly Oliver blurted out, "Percy, about the potion... I'm really hoping it won't make me weightless right now!"
"It won't," Marcus said quietly, keeping his eyes locked with Oliver. "It was the wrong colour."
Everyone else was silent, not moving, just staring at the three of them. In return, they were oblivious of everyone else.
"Oh," Oliver said unintelligently. He was quiet for a moment and then said carefully, "You know, if Percy made a mistake with the potion, it's really no reason to beat him up."
Marcus ignored his boyfriend and looked at Percy again.
"You don't get it, do you?" he said quietly to the Head Boy. "You fucking idiot."
"Marcus, what's going on? Percy? What are you talking about?" Oliver asked, clearly getting exasperated.
Ignoring him again, Marcus continued, "I wasn't playing."
"Oh really?" Percy snorted. "Yeah, right. Let me guess, you were in *love*."
Marcus had tensed again, and so had Oliver. The Gryffindor Quidditch Captain said desperately, "Can't you just fucking drop it? You're fighting in the middle of the class! Marcus, forget about him. Percy, stop pissing him off."
Marcus tried to struggle free from Oliver's grip, but it only made the Gryffindor hold him more tightly. "Marcus..."
The Slytherin looked at Oliver and his expression softened suddenly. For a moment they stared at each other, and thought Oliver was getting more and more uncomfortable by the second under Marcus's intent gaze, he didn't look away.
"How long?" Marcus asked, suddenly softly. He kept his eyes on Oliver. "How long have I got?"
Percy cleared his throat. "Until dawn."
Without looking at the Head Boy, Marcus relaxed and wrapped his arms around Oliver. The Slytherin kissed Oliver tenderly, and the Gryffindor, despite his confusion, kissed him back. After all, he still loved him. And he would - until dawn.
Everyone else in the room was still too bewildered to even tease them, so they merely kept quiet, exchanging confused looks. Percy looked uncomfortable and didn't know where to keep his eyes. When it looked like Marcus had forgotten about him, he sat down again. Finally a Slytherin found his power of speech again and blurted, "Christ, get a room!"
Marcus broke the kiss to glare at his housemate. "Fuck off," he said coldly, and the Slytherin quieted down. Marcus looked at Oliver again. "If Snape asks, I took Oliver to Madame Pomfrey's to get him examined in case the potion did something to him."
With that, Marcus pulled Oliver with him. As he was being pulled away, Oliver asked Percy to take his things with him in the end of the class. Marcus didn't give a shit about his own stuff, trusting on his friends to take care of them for him. This was more important than anything else.
Outside the class, Marcus stopped to kiss Oliver again. Fuck Madame Pomfrey.
They had one night. One night...
Fuck.
WARNINGS: In this chapter, there is some violence.
Tricks And Drinks Part IV: Until Dawn
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Marcus had spent seven years hating Potions with Gryffindors. But then, in his extra-year, that had changed, because of Oliver. Now Oliver and Marcus had Potions together, and Marcus didn't mind so much anymore. Until now, he had been watching the Gryffindor through the lessons - but now they were keeping an eye on each other, smirking, smiling to each other, keeping the other aware of where their thoughts lay.
Professor Snape had excused himself a few minutes earlier, because professor McGonagall had needed him to help some student out. The poor first-grader had apparently misused some plant and ended up frozen. The Gryffindors and Slytherins were now alone in the class, which was never a good idea. Today, however, seemed to be a good day. All the seventh-year students were too interested in the love story of Marcus Flint and Oliver Wood to fight.
"Oliver, would you *please* stop staring at Marcus and concentrate on this?" Percy asked irritably. He was stirring their newest potion. It was something beautifully... blue. Well, if Oliver had to taste a potion, he preferred it be blue. It was a nice colour, after all. It was like the sky, and Oliver liked the sky. Just like he liked flying in the blue sky. This, however, was a lot darker a shade of blue.
"Is it time for me to try it yet?" Oliver asked nonchalantly.
Percy smiled. Only Oliver could be that nonchalant before tasting a potion he had barely participated in making.
"No, not yet. You know, you *could* help. Volunteering to taste it was nice, but I'd really appreciate some help. Could you even keep stirring it while I add some ingredients?" the Head Boy said.
"Sure, Perce," Oliver said and took the spoon from Percy. He glanced at Marcus. Again. Marcus was looking at him. They smiled at each other.
"*Please*, Oliver, could you two just *stop* that?" Percy said, frustrated.
Oliver turned to look at his mate. He frowned and asked carefully, "Is this bothering you? I mean, me and Marcus... does it bother you that I fell for a bloke?"
Percy shook his head firmly. "Oh no, it doesn't. I just... I have a bad feeling about Flint, that's all."
Oliver sighed. "Why do you have to be such an idiot? I like him, and I like you. I'm not giving either of you up. Just get *used* to it, will you? Fuck!"
"Language, Oliver."
The Quidditch Captain glared but stayed quiet. He kept stirring the potion like a good boy and Percy added some powder and suddenly the potion changed colour. It became black as night.
"Is it supposed to do that?" Oliver asked curiously, all hard feelings already forgotten.
"Hmm? Oh, the colour. Sure. It's supposed to be black," Percy answered.
"Everybody else's is still blue."
"They aren't this far yet. Now go on, try it."
Oliver took the glass Percy was handing him and smelled the black potion. "Hmm. Doesn't smell too bad. What is it supposed to do again?"
Marcus was absent-mindedly listening to Percy's accurate explanation of how the potion was supposed to make you weightless. Oliver had the perfect body... Marcus let his gaze wander over the other Quidditch Captain's slender form before settling on the hand that was holding the potion. It was black... now *that* was curious. Had Perfect Percy made a mistake? Marcus snorted. Hah. It was definitely *not* supposed to be black. It was supposed to be blue... like Oliver's eyes... Now where had *that* thought come from? Anyway, Percy the Head Boy had apparently done something wrong. Hopefully it was not some serious mistake, now that Snape was gone and all that, since Oliver was apparently going to drink it.
Marcus watched as Oliver eyed his glass without any suspicion. Oliver trusted Percy. Stupid Gryffindor...thought the Head Boy could do no wrong... Oliver would probably have trusted on Percy with his fucking life...
Just as Oliver lifted the glass to his lips, a new thought struck Marcus. He got up and jumped over the table to where Oliver was sitting, and shouted, "Don't drink it!" But Oliver had already gulped down half of the glass before Marcus reached him and knocked the glass to the floor.
Oliver looked at Marcus in bewilderment before glancing at the broken glass and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He turned to look at Marcus again and asked, "What's wrong? It was just the potion."
But Marcus wasn't looking at Oliver. He was looking at the person behind him. Percy. Marcus stared at the Head Boy with disgust for a moment. Everyone had quieted down and was now looking at the three of them. Then Marcus shrieked something inarticulate, pushed Oliver away and attacked Percy, hitting him hard in the chin with his right fist. Percy stumbled backwards, his back hit the table and he fell clumsily on it. Marcus was there in a split second, reaching for any part of Percy to hurt. The Slytherin held him down on one hand and beat him with the other, no matter how much he tried to fight back. Marcus was a lot stronger and used to fighting.
"Marcus!" Oliver shouted and grabbed his arm. Just like Marcus had thought - Oliver was a bit stronger than him and managed to pull him away. "What is *wrong* with you? Calm the fuck down!"
Percy managed to get back on his feet. His jaw ached and he'd probably be covered in bruises the next day. Luckily, Marcus hadn't had the time to break any bones - or worse.
"I'm going to fucking *kill* you," Marcus threatened. He had calmed down a bit, but was still breathing hard, his muscles ready to jump forward again. Oliver had stepped in front of him and was now holding him away from Percy.
"You're *not* killing him, Marcus," Oliver said determinedly. "Shit! I knew you couldn't stand each other, but this is just too much!" He glanced at Percy over his shoulder without letting go of Marcus and asked, "Perce, are you okay?"
Percy was still trying to figure out whether he was bleeding or not. "Yeah, I'm fine, Oliver," he answered anyway.
"I can't believe you fucking did it," Marcus said to Percy.
"I had to," Percy answered.
At that, Marcus tried to break Oliver's grip and attack the Head Boy again, but Oliver held him still.
"Marcus, *calm* *down*." Oliver's voice was icy and it made Marcus concentrate on him for a moment. The big Slytherin relaxed a little at the sight of Oliver close to him. As Marcus relaxed, Oliver relaxed, though he wasn't letting his guard down.
Suddenly Oliver blurted out, "Percy, about the potion... I'm really hoping it won't make me weightless right now!"
"It won't," Marcus said quietly, keeping his eyes locked with Oliver. "It was the wrong colour."
Everyone else was silent, not moving, just staring at the three of them. In return, they were oblivious of everyone else.
"Oh," Oliver said unintelligently. He was quiet for a moment and then said carefully, "You know, if Percy made a mistake with the potion, it's really no reason to beat him up."
Marcus ignored his boyfriend and looked at Percy again.
"You don't get it, do you?" he said quietly to the Head Boy. "You fucking idiot."
"Marcus, what's going on? Percy? What are you talking about?" Oliver asked, clearly getting exasperated.
Ignoring him again, Marcus continued, "I wasn't playing."
"Oh really?" Percy snorted. "Yeah, right. Let me guess, you were in *love*."
Marcus had tensed again, and so had Oliver. The Gryffindor Quidditch Captain said desperately, "Can't you just fucking drop it? You're fighting in the middle of the class! Marcus, forget about him. Percy, stop pissing him off."
Marcus tried to struggle free from Oliver's grip, but it only made the Gryffindor hold him more tightly. "Marcus..."
The Slytherin looked at Oliver and his expression softened suddenly. For a moment they stared at each other, and thought Oliver was getting more and more uncomfortable by the second under Marcus's intent gaze, he didn't look away.
"How long?" Marcus asked, suddenly softly. He kept his eyes on Oliver. "How long have I got?"
Percy cleared his throat. "Until dawn."
Without looking at the Head Boy, Marcus relaxed and wrapped his arms around Oliver. The Slytherin kissed Oliver tenderly, and the Gryffindor, despite his confusion, kissed him back. After all, he still loved him. And he would - until dawn.
Everyone else in the room was still too bewildered to even tease them, so they merely kept quiet, exchanging confused looks. Percy looked uncomfortable and didn't know where to keep his eyes. When it looked like Marcus had forgotten about him, he sat down again. Finally a Slytherin found his power of speech again and blurted, "Christ, get a room!"
Marcus broke the kiss to glare at his housemate. "Fuck off," he said coldly, and the Slytherin quieted down. Marcus looked at Oliver again. "If Snape asks, I took Oliver to Madame Pomfrey's to get him examined in case the potion did something to him."
With that, Marcus pulled Oliver with him. As he was being pulled away, Oliver asked Percy to take his things with him in the end of the class. Marcus didn't give a shit about his own stuff, trusting on his friends to take care of them for him. This was more important than anything else.
Outside the class, Marcus stopped to kiss Oliver again. Fuck Madame Pomfrey.
They had one night. One night...
Fuck.