Part 4
Ok, I'm overwhelmed. The response that you have given me to this story is amazing. As I said in the mast chapter this will be my last chapter for a while. I'm really sorry about that, hey, I don't want to go back to boarding school.
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The next morning, Oliver was awoken by a knock at the door. He climbed out of bed, cursing himself for drinking so much last night. He picked up a pair of boxers from the floor and pulled them on. He looked down and was surprised to see that they belonged to Marcus. If he ever came back, Oliver would have to talk to him about keeping the place clean.
The knocking at the door continued, much to the protest of Oliver's head. He stumbled out to the front room of his apartment, managing to stumble into the coffee table and finally made it to the front door.
He opened the door to a Tired looking Harry, who looked just as bad as Oliver felt, except Harry was dressed.
"Harry? What are you doing here?"
"I just thought I would check up on you. We got pretty drunk last night, and well. you were worse than me."
Oliver laughed, but immediately regretted it as his head started thumping. He motioned to invite Harry in. Harry stepped into the apartment and had a quick look around. It had quidditch memorabilia everywhere, yet the room was very simple. It was Oliver and Marcus Harry summarised. Nothing would have suited them more.
Oliver made his way into his bedroom quickly and came out seconds later wearing a t-shirt.
"Do you want some coffee?" Oliver asked while making his way toward the kitchen.
"Erm. yeah." Harry muttered. "I got a visitor last night. Marcus came over."
Oliver turned, startled. "What did he say?"
"He just told me what happened with him and Draco." Harry stated simply, while taking the cup of coffee Oliver was offering him.
"Oh, well emm. Draco came to me last night." Oliver paused, to gage Harry's reaction. "He told me what happened. Just that it was sex and nothing more."
"Yeah, that's what I was told." Harry muttered, taking a huge gulp from his cup.
Oliver nodded and the men stayed in a comfortable silence. Harry finished his drink and moved to place it in the sink beside Oliver. When Harry reached into the sink, Oliver turned and brushed against Harry. Both boys stopped facing each other. The distance between them was minute. At once both boys moved forward and closed the distance, the only part of them touching was their lips, so softly at first until the kiss became deeper.
Shortly after it started, it finished. Both were rather flushed and at the same time took a small step back.
"I'm so sorry, Harry. I didn't mean for that to happen." Oliver started, stuttering profoundly.
"Oliver, don't worry. I think we both wanted it." Harry muttered, still rather red in the face.
"What?" Oliver asked.
"No, I don't mean that we are attracted to each other, though I have to admit that I had the biggest crush on you at school, but just then, its just that we haven't had any comfort for a few days from anyone. I mean sexually so it was natural that we would seek it with each other." Harry explained, as Oliver nodded every so often.
"Yeah, that sounds right. I miss having Marcus with me. I mean, its hard to be on my own after so. wait, You had a crush on me?" Oliver asked, looking like he was about to laugh.
"Yes I did. Please don't laugh. I was young." Harry muttered, while turning even redder.
"Damm. If I had only known. I would have tried to seduce you. Wait, no. I think Marcus would have been too pushy. I was seeing a guy when Marcus first approached me. He beat the poor guy up because of Jealousy, and remember when he hit me with that Bluger? He did it because I had told him that I liked him, but was really not looking for a partner. That night was the first time we had sex." Oliver said dreamily.
"You think you got it bad. Draco decided that he would get me by putting up a banner in the great hall. The whole school saw it. It was so embarrassing. Then he came up and kissed me." Harry said, while laughing.
They sat in the kitchen for hours it seemed, reminiscing about past experiences. Both boys realised how much they missed their partners but neither actually admitted it to each other. At around twelve thirty Harry left to go do some shopping, he never did it usually, it was always left to Draco. He knew what to buy, Harry didn't.
Two hours later, Harry wandered into his house. He put away his eclectic assortment of food and just sat down when his phone rang. Harry pulled himself up and snatched the phone off the table.
"Hello." Harry spoke down the phone lazily.
"Harry? It's Marcus." A voice spoke down the phone frantically. "There's been an accident . Oliver's been badly hurt. Can you come down to the hospital please?"
"Yeah, ill be there soon." Harry promised hurriedly, while already grabbing his coat. He hurried out of his apartment and appeared at the hospital with a pop.
He found Oliver in St. Mungo's. His friend was in a bad way. He had been in leaving the Leaky cauldron to go into muggle London when a car rounded the corner and hit him. He had been brought to St. Mungo's because he was found by a wizard who recognised him from quidditch.
Harry only aught a glimpse of Oliver through the door but he could see that he was in a very bad way. Marcus wasn't allowed in to see him yet, and this made the older Slytherin crazy. He was peering through the door, looking on as several doctors and nurses attended to Oliver. Harry could see dry tear stains on his face, and his whole body was shaking.
He only acknowledged Harry's presence with a nod, and when Harry questioned him on his condition. He handed a magical chart that updated itself with every change. Harry noted with a sinking feeling that Oliver's condition was between critical and dire.
"The car was doing 50 miles per hour. On a fucking London road. He was bound to hit someone. He didn't even stop, just drove on." Marcus growled as Harry placed the chart on a nearby table.
Harry had never seen anyone like this before. The worry on his face was heartbreaking and all they could do is sit and watch.
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At eleven thirty that evening, the doctors finally left the room. Harry kept constant tabs on the folder, but for the past few hours all Marcus did was watch through the glass. He didn't eat or sit down. He was fixated on his lover.
"Mr Flint?" A doctor asked as the others left. But Marcus didn't answer him, He was still gazing at Oliver.
"Doctor, I'm Oliver's friend. I don't think Marcus will talk. How is he?" Harry asked, taking on the responsibility of looking after both men now.
"You saw the chart, he is still critical. Only time will tell now. His injuries were severe and hard to fix, even with magic. You can go in and see him now, just be gentle." The doctor warned as he turned and walked down the ward, stopping in other rooms every so often.
When Harry turned Marcus was already seated beside Oliver, tears once again streaming. Harry didn't go in. He turned and sat in the waiting room chair. He raised his wand that had been in his jacket pocket. He pointed it and out shot a green beam. He set it down again and planned for a long night.
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At the leaky cauldron, Draco was getting ready for bed when a green light shot into his room. he knew that it was from Harry, they long ago devised this method of communication. The light contained a simple note. He read it quickly and 5 minutes later he was rushing along the ward Oliver was on, looking for Harry. Thanking god that Harry was safe. But he couldn't help feel overwhelming pity for Marcus.
Tbc ..
Well REVIEW!!!!
Ok, I'm overwhelmed. The response that you have given me to this story is amazing. As I said in the mast chapter this will be my last chapter for a while. I'm really sorry about that, hey, I don't want to go back to boarding school.
By the way, what is WTTIK (is that right)?
Keep reviewing
The next morning, Oliver was awoken by a knock at the door. He climbed out of bed, cursing himself for drinking so much last night. He picked up a pair of boxers from the floor and pulled them on. He looked down and was surprised to see that they belonged to Marcus. If he ever came back, Oliver would have to talk to him about keeping the place clean.
The knocking at the door continued, much to the protest of Oliver's head. He stumbled out to the front room of his apartment, managing to stumble into the coffee table and finally made it to the front door.
He opened the door to a Tired looking Harry, who looked just as bad as Oliver felt, except Harry was dressed.
"Harry? What are you doing here?"
"I just thought I would check up on you. We got pretty drunk last night, and well. you were worse than me."
Oliver laughed, but immediately regretted it as his head started thumping. He motioned to invite Harry in. Harry stepped into the apartment and had a quick look around. It had quidditch memorabilia everywhere, yet the room was very simple. It was Oliver and Marcus Harry summarised. Nothing would have suited them more.
Oliver made his way into his bedroom quickly and came out seconds later wearing a t-shirt.
"Do you want some coffee?" Oliver asked while making his way toward the kitchen.
"Erm. yeah." Harry muttered. "I got a visitor last night. Marcus came over."
Oliver turned, startled. "What did he say?"
"He just told me what happened with him and Draco." Harry stated simply, while taking the cup of coffee Oliver was offering him.
"Oh, well emm. Draco came to me last night." Oliver paused, to gage Harry's reaction. "He told me what happened. Just that it was sex and nothing more."
"Yeah, that's what I was told." Harry muttered, taking a huge gulp from his cup.
Oliver nodded and the men stayed in a comfortable silence. Harry finished his drink and moved to place it in the sink beside Oliver. When Harry reached into the sink, Oliver turned and brushed against Harry. Both boys stopped facing each other. The distance between them was minute. At once both boys moved forward and closed the distance, the only part of them touching was their lips, so softly at first until the kiss became deeper.
Shortly after it started, it finished. Both were rather flushed and at the same time took a small step back.
"I'm so sorry, Harry. I didn't mean for that to happen." Oliver started, stuttering profoundly.
"Oliver, don't worry. I think we both wanted it." Harry muttered, still rather red in the face.
"What?" Oliver asked.
"No, I don't mean that we are attracted to each other, though I have to admit that I had the biggest crush on you at school, but just then, its just that we haven't had any comfort for a few days from anyone. I mean sexually so it was natural that we would seek it with each other." Harry explained, as Oliver nodded every so often.
"Yeah, that sounds right. I miss having Marcus with me. I mean, its hard to be on my own after so. wait, You had a crush on me?" Oliver asked, looking like he was about to laugh.
"Yes I did. Please don't laugh. I was young." Harry muttered, while turning even redder.
"Damm. If I had only known. I would have tried to seduce you. Wait, no. I think Marcus would have been too pushy. I was seeing a guy when Marcus first approached me. He beat the poor guy up because of Jealousy, and remember when he hit me with that Bluger? He did it because I had told him that I liked him, but was really not looking for a partner. That night was the first time we had sex." Oliver said dreamily.
"You think you got it bad. Draco decided that he would get me by putting up a banner in the great hall. The whole school saw it. It was so embarrassing. Then he came up and kissed me." Harry said, while laughing.
They sat in the kitchen for hours it seemed, reminiscing about past experiences. Both boys realised how much they missed their partners but neither actually admitted it to each other. At around twelve thirty Harry left to go do some shopping, he never did it usually, it was always left to Draco. He knew what to buy, Harry didn't.
Two hours later, Harry wandered into his house. He put away his eclectic assortment of food and just sat down when his phone rang. Harry pulled himself up and snatched the phone off the table.
"Hello." Harry spoke down the phone lazily.
"Harry? It's Marcus." A voice spoke down the phone frantically. "There's been an accident . Oliver's been badly hurt. Can you come down to the hospital please?"
"Yeah, ill be there soon." Harry promised hurriedly, while already grabbing his coat. He hurried out of his apartment and appeared at the hospital with a pop.
He found Oliver in St. Mungo's. His friend was in a bad way. He had been in leaving the Leaky cauldron to go into muggle London when a car rounded the corner and hit him. He had been brought to St. Mungo's because he was found by a wizard who recognised him from quidditch.
Harry only aught a glimpse of Oliver through the door but he could see that he was in a very bad way. Marcus wasn't allowed in to see him yet, and this made the older Slytherin crazy. He was peering through the door, looking on as several doctors and nurses attended to Oliver. Harry could see dry tear stains on his face, and his whole body was shaking.
He only acknowledged Harry's presence with a nod, and when Harry questioned him on his condition. He handed a magical chart that updated itself with every change. Harry noted with a sinking feeling that Oliver's condition was between critical and dire.
"The car was doing 50 miles per hour. On a fucking London road. He was bound to hit someone. He didn't even stop, just drove on." Marcus growled as Harry placed the chart on a nearby table.
Harry had never seen anyone like this before. The worry on his face was heartbreaking and all they could do is sit and watch.
--
At eleven thirty that evening, the doctors finally left the room. Harry kept constant tabs on the folder, but for the past few hours all Marcus did was watch through the glass. He didn't eat or sit down. He was fixated on his lover.
"Mr Flint?" A doctor asked as the others left. But Marcus didn't answer him, He was still gazing at Oliver.
"Doctor, I'm Oliver's friend. I don't think Marcus will talk. How is he?" Harry asked, taking on the responsibility of looking after both men now.
"You saw the chart, he is still critical. Only time will tell now. His injuries were severe and hard to fix, even with magic. You can go in and see him now, just be gentle." The doctor warned as he turned and walked down the ward, stopping in other rooms every so often.
When Harry turned Marcus was already seated beside Oliver, tears once again streaming. Harry didn't go in. He turned and sat in the waiting room chair. He raised his wand that had been in his jacket pocket. He pointed it and out shot a green beam. He set it down again and planned for a long night.
--
At the leaky cauldron, Draco was getting ready for bed when a green light shot into his room. he knew that it was from Harry, they long ago devised this method of communication. The light contained a simple note. He read it quickly and 5 minutes later he was rushing along the ward Oliver was on, looking for Harry. Thanking god that Harry was safe. But he couldn't help feel overwhelming pity for Marcus.
Tbc ..
Well REVIEW!!!!
