A/N: Here's chapter nine!! Thank to you those of you that have reviewed so
far. No, I don't own anything. It all belongs to J.K. Rowling. I just took
the characters and made them act out the weird scenarios that I have in my
head. Heh. All right. Enough from me. PLEASE R/R if you want more
chapters!! Hehehe on with chapter nine!!
Daddy Chapter Nine
Madame Pomfrey released Marcus from the hospital wing a week after he woke up. Surprisingly, Marcus was happy to go back to classes after he had spent seven days in the hospital wing doing absolutely nothing. But, every night that Marcus was in there, Oliver would come to see him. He would sit in a chair beside Marcus' bed and they would have long, thoughtful conversations about school, Quidditch, or anything else that would pique their interests. But, what Marcus liked hearing about best were the stories that Oliver told him about his childhood. Oliver told him about how he would go exploring in the woods behind his house, and about how he would dress up his cats and pretend that they were dragons. Those were the kind of stories that Marcus wished he could have to tell. That was the kind of childhood that Marcus used to dream about. Instead, he had a childhood filled with pain, sorrow, and bad memories. It was something that he wouldn't wish on his worst enemies. Not even Harry Potter, the "Boy Who Lived" himself.
"You know," Oliver began as he and Marcus were walking down and empty corridor late one evening, "You're a lot different than I thought you were. I mean, you're a really nice and sensitive person under that touch exterior of yours."
Marcus sighed. I'm a lot different than a lot of different people think. They don't know me. Not the way that you do." Marcus replied as he grabbed Oliver's hand and gave it a squeeze. Oliver stopped walking and faced Marcus. Looking into his eyes, Oliver kissed Marcus on the cheek, and started walking again. Marcus was puzzled, but it didn't matter because he was in love.
*~*~*~*~*~*
As Marcus and Oliver were walking back towards the Gryffindor common room, hand-in-hand, Marcus started to wonder what it would be like to spend the rest of his life with Oliver. Lately, it was all that he ever thought about. Marcus thought that spending the rest of his life with Oliver was a wonderful idea, but he didn't say anything about it because he didn't know if Oliver felt the same way that he did. Marcus had thought about telling him before, but wasn't able to work up the courage to do so. But, what Marcus didn't know was that Oliver did, in fact, feel the same way about Marcus as Marcus felt about him. Both boys were afraid to express their true feelings, so they remained hidden. For now, that is.
When the two boys finally reached the Gryffindor common room, Oliver turned towards Marcus and took his hands in his, and kissed them both.
"Marcus, will you meet me by the lake tomorrow night at midnight in front of the grove of pine trees?" Oliver asked, his eyes full of hope.
"Of course I will." Marcus replied in a light whisper, "Why wouldn't I?"
Oliver beamed. Marcus brushed a piece of hair out of Oliver's face and lightly kissed him on the lips, and stepped into the darkness, making his way back to the Slytherin common room.
A/N: Wow. That sucked lol. That didn't turn out as well as I would have liked it to, but oh well. The story gets better, I promise. Or at least I hope it does!! Again, thank you to the reviewers, and I should be posting chapter ten sometime later next week because of stupid damn exams!! _ I hate final exams!! Oooh, I get to go to Vans Warped Tour!! Hell yeah!! Haha I'm gonna go and see me some Rancid!! Anycrap, please R/R for more chapters!!
Daddy Chapter Nine
Madame Pomfrey released Marcus from the hospital wing a week after he woke up. Surprisingly, Marcus was happy to go back to classes after he had spent seven days in the hospital wing doing absolutely nothing. But, every night that Marcus was in there, Oliver would come to see him. He would sit in a chair beside Marcus' bed and they would have long, thoughtful conversations about school, Quidditch, or anything else that would pique their interests. But, what Marcus liked hearing about best were the stories that Oliver told him about his childhood. Oliver told him about how he would go exploring in the woods behind his house, and about how he would dress up his cats and pretend that they were dragons. Those were the kind of stories that Marcus wished he could have to tell. That was the kind of childhood that Marcus used to dream about. Instead, he had a childhood filled with pain, sorrow, and bad memories. It was something that he wouldn't wish on his worst enemies. Not even Harry Potter, the "Boy Who Lived" himself.
"You know," Oliver began as he and Marcus were walking down and empty corridor late one evening, "You're a lot different than I thought you were. I mean, you're a really nice and sensitive person under that touch exterior of yours."
Marcus sighed. I'm a lot different than a lot of different people think. They don't know me. Not the way that you do." Marcus replied as he grabbed Oliver's hand and gave it a squeeze. Oliver stopped walking and faced Marcus. Looking into his eyes, Oliver kissed Marcus on the cheek, and started walking again. Marcus was puzzled, but it didn't matter because he was in love.
*~*~*~*~*~*
As Marcus and Oliver were walking back towards the Gryffindor common room, hand-in-hand, Marcus started to wonder what it would be like to spend the rest of his life with Oliver. Lately, it was all that he ever thought about. Marcus thought that spending the rest of his life with Oliver was a wonderful idea, but he didn't say anything about it because he didn't know if Oliver felt the same way that he did. Marcus had thought about telling him before, but wasn't able to work up the courage to do so. But, what Marcus didn't know was that Oliver did, in fact, feel the same way about Marcus as Marcus felt about him. Both boys were afraid to express their true feelings, so they remained hidden. For now, that is.
When the two boys finally reached the Gryffindor common room, Oliver turned towards Marcus and took his hands in his, and kissed them both.
"Marcus, will you meet me by the lake tomorrow night at midnight in front of the grove of pine trees?" Oliver asked, his eyes full of hope.
"Of course I will." Marcus replied in a light whisper, "Why wouldn't I?"
Oliver beamed. Marcus brushed a piece of hair out of Oliver's face and lightly kissed him on the lips, and stepped into the darkness, making his way back to the Slytherin common room.
A/N: Wow. That sucked lol. That didn't turn out as well as I would have liked it to, but oh well. The story gets better, I promise. Or at least I hope it does!! Again, thank you to the reviewers, and I should be posting chapter ten sometime later next week because of stupid damn exams!! _ I hate final exams!! Oooh, I get to go to Vans Warped Tour!! Hell yeah!! Haha I'm gonna go and see me some Rancid!! Anycrap, please R/R for more chapters!!