Part 3.
Well, surprisingly you seem to like this, which is good, I'm actually shocked at how much you like it. I should have this chapter and another chapter up before I sadly go back to school. I am at a boarding school and come home every weekend, so I will try to get chapters up then. So sorry that there will be a break, but I can still read my reviews. My school computer wont connect to ff.net but it does go to my e-mails.
So here goes....
The next day went exactly the same for Harry. He woke up feeling lonely, went around his apartment lonely but Draco didn't come to the door today. Harry was looking forward to dinner tonight. Apart from his visit to his godfather he hadn't seen anyone.
Hours later, Harry was sitting in the small restaurant waiting for Oliver. Seven o'clock came and went. Harry began to think that Oliver was going to stand him up when in walked Oliver, with Marcus right behind him, trying hard to get Oliver to speak. Oliver gave Harry a small wink to which he blushed slightly and waved back.
"Look, Marcus. Beat it." Oliver said as he turned round before reaching the table Harry had grabbed.
"I want to talk to you. Let's just talk." Marcus growled quietly, not wanting to cause a scene.
"Sorry Marcus, no can do. As you can see, I am meeting someone or dinner." Oliver said as he turned to let Marcus see Harry.
"Oh, Why are you meeting up?"
"Well we have some things in common." Oliver started, "We are both from Gryffindor, We both play for the same Quidditch team and, oh year. Our Boyfriends had an affair with each other."
Marcus stood silently, just looking from Oliver to Harry. Hurt by his partners' words although he would never admit it.
"I just want to talk to you. That's all I'm asking." Marcus pleaded helplessly.
"Go." Oliver commanded, turning without a goodbye to sit opposite to Harry.
"Sorry about that Harry." Oliver chirped happily. Harry was amazed that he had changed his attitude so quickly.
"Its ok. Did you talk to him?"
"No, he has been following me since I went shopping this morning. It gets really annoying."
"Yeah, I suppose. I haven't seen Draco since yesterday." Harry spoke lightly, just as the blonde slytherin came up behind him.
"Harry?" Draco stuttered, shocked to see the man causing him so much pain in the restaurant.
"Guess you spoke to soon there, Harry." Oliver chuckled.
"What are you doing here with him?" Draco asked curtly, spotting the Scottish keeper for the first time.
"Having dinner Draco, what does it look like." Harry replied, through clenched teeth, attempting to study the menu.
"Can I talk to you?" Draco asked, completely changing the subject.
"No, I'm having dinner." Harry repeated, Turning back to Oliver and started to study the menu again.
Draco, who was rather annoyed at the brush off, marched out if the restaurant to walk straight into Marcus.
"Marcus." Draco greeted, slightly uncomfortable being with the man again, after all the last time he saw him was in a small, cramped cubicle.
"Draco." Marcus replied quietly, also feeling the awkwardness of the situation.
"Oh, its horrible." Draco moaned, not caring that there were strangers on the street with them, Marcus looked sceptical at the unusual emotions that Draco was displaying, he found it stupid. Then suddenly it hit him. He was feeling the exact same things.
"I know. He wont talk to me." Marcus suddenly whined, attracting even more attention.
The boys stood outside the restaurant, talking about how stupid they were. None noticed that hours went by. They had relocated to the wall and were both sitting on a rather uncomfortable ledge when Harry and Oliver came out, both laughing at a joke that Harry had just told. Both boys on the pavement shot up when the boys left. Trying to straighten themselves out and look presentable but in the process made themselves crumpled.
"Oh, you two. What you doing here?" Oliver asked, slightly giddy from all the alcohol he had consumed.
"We were talking." Marcus replied. Trying to figure out how much alcohol Oliver consumed.
"Oh well." Oliver sighed, turning to Draco. "So, what were you doing again?" Oliver asked seriously, while Harry burst into hysterics.
"Oliver, your drunk, let me take you home." Marcus said, while moving towards the now slightly swaying Oliver.
"No, Harry offered to take me home." Oliver protested, while moving out of reach of the outstretched hands of Marcus, towards Harry.
"Yeah, I thought I would, you know, the least I can do." Harry muttered, while steadying himself on the wall.
"Oh, ok." Marcus replied quietly. Hurt that Oliver didn't want him to help.
Draco stood and watched the whole thing. He could see that Harry and Oliver were drunk and hurt but both seemed happy in the company of each other. It was no secret to Draco that Oliver and Harry were close. But were they getting closer. His mind reeled at the thought of Harry in bed with someone else. He knew exactly how his lover felt now. How both men must feel, and it made him hate himself even more.
"Bye." Oliver waved as he and Harry walked away. Leaving two heart broken boys behind them.
Harry and Oliver fell into the older man's apartment, slamming the door behind them.
"They were mad. I felt so bad for them but I felt bad." Harry muttered as he sat Oliver on a stool.
"Yeah, I know what you mean. I love Marcus. I really do. I hate him but I love him."
"Oliver, do you blame Draco?" Harry asked.
"Blame Draco, no. I don't blame anyone except myself." Oliver muttered.
"Blame yourself?"
"If he had loved me he would not have needed to cheat. I'm useless." Oliver muttered before breaking down into tears.
"Oh no, your not useless. Marcus loves you. How could he not?" Harry whispered, while pulling Oliver into a hug.
An hour later, Harry was back in his apartment. He had made sure Oliver was ok then returned home.
'Knock'
Harry made his way over to the door on opening it he saw the person he least expected to see. Marcus Flint.
"Potter." Marcus greeted.
"What do you want Marcus."
"Do you like Oliver?" Marcus asked.
"What, yeah he is cool, but I don't fancy him or whatever. I'm in love. Remember, he's the guy you've been fucking for the last month or so."
"Draco always loved you."
"Look Marcus I want the truth." Harry said sternly, sick of not knowing.
"The truth, ok, well we were away, we were horny and we fucked. We didn't make love or anything, we fucked." Marcus stated plainly, Harry just stared at him, motioning him to continue.
"I guess your next question is, why did we keep doing it. To be honest, I don't know. I think because it was good, but not special. He had you and I had Oliver. I love Oliver so much and Draco loves you."
"I know. Look can you just go. I want to be alone." Harry asked quietly.
"Sure. I just wanted to make sure that you weren't going to steal my boyfriend." Marcus joked.
"Yeah. It will take a while but maybe it will work out." Harry reassured Marcus, wanting to make the man feel better.
"Night." Marcus muttered as he left the apartment.
Little did both know that Draco was saying the exact same things to an emotional Oliver.
Tbc ..
Well REVIEW!!!!
Well, surprisingly you seem to like this, which is good, I'm actually shocked at how much you like it. I should have this chapter and another chapter up before I sadly go back to school. I am at a boarding school and come home every weekend, so I will try to get chapters up then. So sorry that there will be a break, but I can still read my reviews. My school computer wont connect to ff.net but it does go to my e-mails.
So here goes....
The next day went exactly the same for Harry. He woke up feeling lonely, went around his apartment lonely but Draco didn't come to the door today. Harry was looking forward to dinner tonight. Apart from his visit to his godfather he hadn't seen anyone.
Hours later, Harry was sitting in the small restaurant waiting for Oliver. Seven o'clock came and went. Harry began to think that Oliver was going to stand him up when in walked Oliver, with Marcus right behind him, trying hard to get Oliver to speak. Oliver gave Harry a small wink to which he blushed slightly and waved back.
"Look, Marcus. Beat it." Oliver said as he turned round before reaching the table Harry had grabbed.
"I want to talk to you. Let's just talk." Marcus growled quietly, not wanting to cause a scene.
"Sorry Marcus, no can do. As you can see, I am meeting someone or dinner." Oliver said as he turned to let Marcus see Harry.
"Oh, Why are you meeting up?"
"Well we have some things in common." Oliver started, "We are both from Gryffindor, We both play for the same Quidditch team and, oh year. Our Boyfriends had an affair with each other."
Marcus stood silently, just looking from Oliver to Harry. Hurt by his partners' words although he would never admit it.
"I just want to talk to you. That's all I'm asking." Marcus pleaded helplessly.
"Go." Oliver commanded, turning without a goodbye to sit opposite to Harry.
"Sorry about that Harry." Oliver chirped happily. Harry was amazed that he had changed his attitude so quickly.
"Its ok. Did you talk to him?"
"No, he has been following me since I went shopping this morning. It gets really annoying."
"Yeah, I suppose. I haven't seen Draco since yesterday." Harry spoke lightly, just as the blonde slytherin came up behind him.
"Harry?" Draco stuttered, shocked to see the man causing him so much pain in the restaurant.
"Guess you spoke to soon there, Harry." Oliver chuckled.
"What are you doing here with him?" Draco asked curtly, spotting the Scottish keeper for the first time.
"Having dinner Draco, what does it look like." Harry replied, through clenched teeth, attempting to study the menu.
"Can I talk to you?" Draco asked, completely changing the subject.
"No, I'm having dinner." Harry repeated, Turning back to Oliver and started to study the menu again.
Draco, who was rather annoyed at the brush off, marched out if the restaurant to walk straight into Marcus.
"Marcus." Draco greeted, slightly uncomfortable being with the man again, after all the last time he saw him was in a small, cramped cubicle.
"Draco." Marcus replied quietly, also feeling the awkwardness of the situation.
"Oh, its horrible." Draco moaned, not caring that there were strangers on the street with them, Marcus looked sceptical at the unusual emotions that Draco was displaying, he found it stupid. Then suddenly it hit him. He was feeling the exact same things.
"I know. He wont talk to me." Marcus suddenly whined, attracting even more attention.
The boys stood outside the restaurant, talking about how stupid they were. None noticed that hours went by. They had relocated to the wall and were both sitting on a rather uncomfortable ledge when Harry and Oliver came out, both laughing at a joke that Harry had just told. Both boys on the pavement shot up when the boys left. Trying to straighten themselves out and look presentable but in the process made themselves crumpled.
"Oh, you two. What you doing here?" Oliver asked, slightly giddy from all the alcohol he had consumed.
"We were talking." Marcus replied. Trying to figure out how much alcohol Oliver consumed.
"Oh well." Oliver sighed, turning to Draco. "So, what were you doing again?" Oliver asked seriously, while Harry burst into hysterics.
"Oliver, your drunk, let me take you home." Marcus said, while moving towards the now slightly swaying Oliver.
"No, Harry offered to take me home." Oliver protested, while moving out of reach of the outstretched hands of Marcus, towards Harry.
"Yeah, I thought I would, you know, the least I can do." Harry muttered, while steadying himself on the wall.
"Oh, ok." Marcus replied quietly. Hurt that Oliver didn't want him to help.
Draco stood and watched the whole thing. He could see that Harry and Oliver were drunk and hurt but both seemed happy in the company of each other. It was no secret to Draco that Oliver and Harry were close. But were they getting closer. His mind reeled at the thought of Harry in bed with someone else. He knew exactly how his lover felt now. How both men must feel, and it made him hate himself even more.
"Bye." Oliver waved as he and Harry walked away. Leaving two heart broken boys behind them.
Harry and Oliver fell into the older man's apartment, slamming the door behind them.
"They were mad. I felt so bad for them but I felt bad." Harry muttered as he sat Oliver on a stool.
"Yeah, I know what you mean. I love Marcus. I really do. I hate him but I love him."
"Oliver, do you blame Draco?" Harry asked.
"Blame Draco, no. I don't blame anyone except myself." Oliver muttered.
"Blame yourself?"
"If he had loved me he would not have needed to cheat. I'm useless." Oliver muttered before breaking down into tears.
"Oh no, your not useless. Marcus loves you. How could he not?" Harry whispered, while pulling Oliver into a hug.
An hour later, Harry was back in his apartment. He had made sure Oliver was ok then returned home.
'Knock'
Harry made his way over to the door on opening it he saw the person he least expected to see. Marcus Flint.
"Potter." Marcus greeted.
"What do you want Marcus."
"Do you like Oliver?" Marcus asked.
"What, yeah he is cool, but I don't fancy him or whatever. I'm in love. Remember, he's the guy you've been fucking for the last month or so."
"Draco always loved you."
"Look Marcus I want the truth." Harry said sternly, sick of not knowing.
"The truth, ok, well we were away, we were horny and we fucked. We didn't make love or anything, we fucked." Marcus stated plainly, Harry just stared at him, motioning him to continue.
"I guess your next question is, why did we keep doing it. To be honest, I don't know. I think because it was good, but not special. He had you and I had Oliver. I love Oliver so much and Draco loves you."
"I know. Look can you just go. I want to be alone." Harry asked quietly.
"Sure. I just wanted to make sure that you weren't going to steal my boyfriend." Marcus joked.
"Yeah. It will take a while but maybe it will work out." Harry reassured Marcus, wanting to make the man feel better.
"Night." Marcus muttered as he left the apartment.
Little did both know that Draco was saying the exact same things to an emotional Oliver.
Tbc ..
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