Disclaimer: I don't own much of anything; These characters, with the exemption of Oliver George, and most of the settings belong to JK Rowling, not me. If it did however, I'd be filthy stinking rich! ahem Oliver George, nice guy, all rights pertaining to him belong to Hannah. In fact, this story is partly written by Hannah, must give her credit; We wrote this together, I just took the liberty of doing all the hard work since I have no life still. You still reading?...Yep.

Warning: LM/OC SLASH abuse/angst, mature scences wink wink nudge nudge Basically, all that good stuff.

Summary: Who ever knew falling in love would be this complicated? Lucius Malfoy sure didn't. In his 7th year at Hogwarts, he encounters an overwhelming feeling with another student. In many ways, its different, very different. Read to find out why

We still don't have a beta, so bear with us.

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Talking WithA Twist

Oliver walked along the shore at the grounds of Hogwarts. It was one of his favorite places to think – and he usually did that often. This way it didn't surprise anyone when he stated he would go for a walk. The only commentary had been:

'What? That early?'by Sirius, who had immediately turned back around to James, Peter and Remus to continue the game of Exploding Snap they were playing.

Usually Oliver came out here to ponder about his life – often after he'd got a letter from someone of his family or when he found it rather difficult to hide his homosexuality because he longed for someone with whom he could simply talk about it or when he felt once again so alone. But this time it was different. He had come out here for the silence, so he was able to think about this new feeling he had. He didn't like it at all. He sat down on a trunk and threw stones into the water.

'I have to stop thinking about Lucius! Even if he wasn't my best friend's greatest enemy he would never like me the way I like him. Hell, this guy is as straight as a fucking ruler. If the rumors are true he has shagged half the girls in the school. ... I wonder what he looks like when he's naked...'

Oliver hit himself against the head.

'Stop thinking things like that! Stop it'

He angrily threw another stone and it flew fast and wide.

"Fuck." He growled.

He heard footsteps next to him and looked up, his eyes widening. Lucius Malfoy was standing there in all his glory, looking at him and he said:

"My, my, what has bitten you today?"

Oliver couldn't help but blush and he looked quickly at the ground.

Lucius wondered around in the corridors. For once, he was alone; no one was following him. He flirted with a couple of girls from Ravenclaw as they primped themselves in the corridor.

'This isn't flirting...its talking with a twist'

Flirting didn't seem right, not now atleast, not when his mind was clearly on something...someone else. Lucius left, much to the girls dismay, and continued through the school.

'There is absolutely no place for me to go, Nothing to do..I hate this fucking place!'

He turned a corner, deciding on going to the lake. As he walked closer, a figure became more noticeable. Lucius narrowed his eyes i 'I really could use some amusement, hopefully, this won't be another waste of my time.' /i As he walked closer, he finally realized who the figure was.

'He looks even better in the light...Wait! No he doesn't! He's just a guy, and I'm just a guy. No attraction, none...'

Lucius stopped, thinking about whether he should turn around and leave, but his feet decided for him, as they started walking on their own.

'Maybe I'll try some talking with a twist then...Nah! It'll be flirting this time. What am I saying? It'll be cruel, horrid, torment! Right?'

"Fuck." He heard Oliver say as he finally walked next to him.

"My, my, what has bitten you today?" he asked looking at Oliver, who just simply looked to the ground.

'And? the ground is more interesting because...?'

"I … It's nothing." Oliver mumbled. Lucius was quite for some seconds.

"Common, move over."

"What?"

'No, he doesn't want to … He can't …'

"Move over, I want to sit down. There's enough room for both of us."

Oliver did what Lucius had told him. The trunk wasn't exactly big and their sides were touching. Oliver's cheeks were pink and he stared at the water, hoping it would calm him down, but nothing like this happened. His heart was racing.

"What do you want?" he asked, sounding harsher than he had intended.

"Nothing. Just sit and … talk a bit."

'Talk? With me!'

"I'm really sorry about you notes."

"There's nothing to be sorry about. Like I said, it was an accident. And I have your notes. You have a nice handwriting, by the way."

"Really? … Thanks."

They were silent for some minutes and Oliver was lost so deep in his thoughts, that Lucius startled him, when he began to talk.

Lucius being his normal talkative self, couldn't stand the silence.

"So how have you been?"

'Stupid Stupid question!'

"Fine, and you?" Oliver answered still looking out into the water.

"Pretty decent. Things could definitely get better."

Oliver sighed "Yeah"

'Strangle? No, Caress maybe. No No No way!'

"What brings you out here?" Lucius asked, this time, his eyes were on his feet.

"Just going for a walk"

"Ofcourse"

'Well, this doesn't look like walking, unless I'm mistaken, which I'm not.'

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

'Where did that come from?'

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked that." Lucius said, before Oliver could reply.

'Well do you?...Shut up.'

"It's okay I guess, and No, I..um don't have a girlfriend."

'Why?'

"Why?" Lucius asked, his face flushing.

"You know what" he said noticing Oliver's lack of interest in the conversation "Don't answer that. Don't listen to anything I say for that matter."

"It'd be rude if I didn't listen, you're talking to me, right?"

"Yeah, but...I don't want to get too personal. We don't even know each other well."

'I couldn't help myself from asking...I want to get to know you.'

"Are you wondering why I'm even talking to you?"

"No, I just thought you were bored"

'I was but...'

"Yeah, I was."

"Typical" Oliver said still not looking at Lucius.

"Why won't you look at me?"

'Urgh. me and my big mouth.' Lucius groaned

"You don't want me to answer that, do you?" Oliver asked

"I'd appreciate it if you didn't."

'What's the point for all the questions anyway, ofcourse I wanted an answer, but I didn't want to seem like he had to answer me...if he didn't want to. He didn't, so I guess he doesn't really want to talk to me then...'

Without knowing it, Lucius was looking strait at Oliver, almost as if urging him to turn around. Oliver sat up and turned toward Lucius, their eyes meeting. It seemed almost an eternity before one of them turned away, but in actuality it was only a few minutes. Oliver looked down at his feet.

"I should be going. My friends are probably wondering where I am." Lucius' eyes followed Oliver as he stood up and started to walk off.

"Wait..." Lucius called to him, snapping out of his trance. He walked up to Oliver.

'I don't really want you to go'

"Are you sure you have to leave?"

"Yes." Oliver said looking toward the ground, then up at Lucius.

'Oh..this is weird.'

"Well Goodbye then"

"Bye"

Lucius could feel himself lean in toward Oliver, and surprisingly, Oliver didn't move.

'What am I doing? What is he doing! He should be running away now, yelling about how much of a freak I am...Are his eyes closed? Does he want me to kiss him?'

Lucius closed his eyes, just about to kiss Oliver when someone yelled: "Malfoy!"

Lucius eyes snapped open, and his first reaction was to push Oliver, he did. He frowned as Oliver fell backwards into the lake.

"Picking on Gryffindors again I see."

"Yeah" Lucius answered weakly, walking back into the castle, the Slytherin bunch behind him.

He glanced back out at the lake, watching Oliver walk slowly, his clothes soaked, up to the school. Despite the laughter of his colleagues, Lucius had an awful frown on his face. Everyone failed to notice how angry he was, maybe that was a good thing because he would've never been able to explain that it wasn't Oliver he was mad at; he was mad at himself. Partly because of the stupid feelings he had, and how bad he wanted to hide them. Now he was almost certain that Oliver would never speak to him again.

Oliver twitched a little when Lucius started talking and hoped the other hadn't noticed.

"So, how have you been?"

'He isn't really trying to make small talk to me, is he? Is this the 'Be-nice-to-a-pathetic-Gryffindor'-day?'

"Fine, and you?"

"Pretty decent. Things could definitely get better."

'Indeed.'

"Yeah."

'Don't make yourself any illusions. He doesn't want anything from you. '

"What brings you out here?"

'You, goddamn. That I suddenly can't stop thinking about you. If I would look at you I couldn't look away and then you would know. You would shout at me and laugh at me and the whole school would know that I'm gay by tomorrow and I could never ever come out of the dorm again. … Okay. Stay calm. Breathe. … That's good.'

"Just going for a walk."

"Of course."

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

Oliver coughed. 'Where the hell did that come from!'

He opened his mouth to reply, but Lucius was faster:

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked that."

'No, you shouldn't have.'

"It's okay I guess, and no, I … um … don't have a girlfriend."

"Why?"

'Cause when I look at a girl – naked or not – it don't feel anything at all. But when I look at guys … look at you …'

But Oliver didn't say a single thing.

"You know what? Don't answer that. Don't listen to anything I say for that matter."

'How could I not listen to you?' /i

"It'd be rude if I didn't listen, you're talking to me, right?"

'And I never thought this would ever happen.'

"Yeah, but … I don't want to get too personal. We don't even know each other well."

'I would love to get to know you…'

"Are you wondering why I'm even talking to you?"

'Yes. But I can't say that. That would mean admitting that I thought about you…'

"No, I just thought you were bored."

"Yeah, I was."

'That explains a lot. I knew he didn't want anything from me.'

"Typical." Oliver murmured.

"Why won't you look at me?"

'Because I couldn't look away...'

"You don't want me to answer that, do you?"

"I'd appreciate it if you didn't."

'So he doesn't want to know.'

Oliver felt Lucius' eyes on him.

'Maybe just a little glance … Just a little …'

Oliver turned around and his eyes met Lucius'. He didn't blink, didn't look away like had intended to. He could hear his heartbeat and nearly believe that it was so loud that Lucius had to hear it too. Everything else didn't matter anymore, only those steel gray eyes. Finally he regained control over his body and looked away at his feet.

"I should be going. My friends are probably wondering where I am."

'I bet they didn't. They never do.'

Oliver stood up and walked a bit. After some seconds Lucius called after him, asking him to wait. He stopped and turned around.

"Are you sure you have to leave?"

'It would be better for you and me if I did.'

"Yes." He lifted his head and looked once again at Lucius. i

'Oh God, he is so perfect.'

"Well, goodbye then."

"Bye."

Then Lucius leaned forward and Oliver's heart skipped a beat, he closed his eyes and waited for their lips to meet in a tender kiss.

"Malfoy!" someone yelled and with one swift move Lucius pushed Oliver into the lake. He broke through the surface of the cold water and the sensation pressed the air out of his lungs. He swam back up and spit out some water before crouching out of it. His clothes were soaked and stuck to his body. He heard a bunch of Slytherins laugh and didn't doubt for a second that Lucius was one of them.

'So this was what it was about … He just wanted to trick me. And I'm so stupid actually to believe he would be interested in me. … I bet tomorrow by the breakfast everyone in this fucking school will know about me.'

Oliver dragged himself up the school, ignoring every questions once he entered the common room and walked into the bathroom to get a shower and pity himself.