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.
Enjoy!
Unintended
Lucius laid lazily in bed the next morning, listening to the rustle of feet against the floor. The boys in the dorm were getting ready for breakfast, and gathering their things for class.
"Lucius?" Snape questioned, nudging him lightly. "Um...you're gonna miss breakfast and be late for class."
Lucius turned over, his back toward Snape.
"Get up! For god's sake Malfoy. It's just the second day back!"
Lucius covered his head with the pillow, "Go away..." he mumbled.
"Okay, but I refuse to cover for you like I always do" Serverus warned, Lucius just waving his away.
He listened as the footsteps faded away, and the door to the dorm closed. Lucius kicked childishly in the bed, throwing his pillow across the room.
"Fuck!" he growled, crawling out of the bed, stumbling.
He wanted to climb back in bed and hide beneath the covers until the school year was over. No matter how much he didn't want to admit it, Snape was right. It was just the second day of class, and it wouldn't look right if he wasn't there, but since when did he care? All he knew was that he didn't want to face Oliver, not after what happened yesterday at the lake.
'I wanted to kiss him, I really did...No I didn't! I meant to push him! Yeah...it was a joke! hahahaha...why is this not funny?'
Lucius walked into the bathroom, looking at himself in the mirror.
'Oh! I look terrible! Probably because I didn't get a wink of sleep. Tossing and turning, guilt eating me alive...denial...No, I deny being denial!'
Lucius turned on the water in the shower
'Might as well take a shower...I have plenty of time...' he thought, undressing himself, and stepping in.
Steam filled up the shower quickly, hot water beads covering Lucius. He took a deep breath, laying his head on the wall, running his fingers through his hair.
'Atleast I'll smell good..'
Lucius turned the water off after a few minutes, wrapping a towel around his waist as he stepped out.
'I'll pretend as if nothing happened yesterday, yeah, that's what I'll do.'
He waved his wand, instantly drying and fully dressing himself. He finished the normal morning routine, but this time, he went extra slow. When he finished, Lucius picked his backpack off of the ground, a few parchments falling out. He bent to pick them up, one being Oliver's notes.
'He really does have nice handwriting...' he thought, looking at the parchment, a small smile on his face as he tucked the papers away.
He headed down the stairs leading to the common room, and soon, out of the portrait hole into the nearly empty corridors.
'Guess who's gonna be late...'
Oliver lay in his bed and stared at the canopy. He hadn't really slept in the night. He was so confused. What did this thing yesterday mean? Did it actually mean something? Or was it just a trick. The longer he thought about it the more he was confused.
"Yo, Olli!" Sirius shouted from the door. "Move your lazy ass! We're going down to breakfast."
Oliver just grunted and two seconds later Sirius was standing next to his bed and looked down at him.
"Are you sick?" he asked worriedly.
Oliver shook his head. "I just want to sleep a bit more." Sirius frowned. "But ... breakfast."
"I'm not exactly hungry."
That just made Sirius frown harder. "Are you sure you're okay?"
"Yeah, mate. Go to breakfast, I'll meet up with you lot at Care of Magical Creatures. 'kay?"
"... Sure. See ya."
Oliver shot him a small smile. The door closed behind Sirius and Oliver finally was alone.
'I'm sure he didn't want to kiss me. I mean, this is Lucius Malfoy - the straightest guy I've ever heard of. ... Apart from Sirius that is. God, why do I have to always like those I can't have!'
Oliver stood up and walked into the bathroom. He didn't bother looking into the mirror, just hopped under the shower. It didn't even take 5 minutes till he sat on the bed again, this time only covered by a towel.
'Stupid Oliver! Stupid! I wish I could go back to yesterday and walk away instead of turning around. But why did he call me back? ...'
Oliver groaned in frustration. Dressed in his school uniform, his hair styled as usual, Oliver walked down to Care of Magical Creatures. He easily caught up with his friends, told them he was alright, even managed to smile. They fell for it, like they always did.
"Yes? Mr.Malfoy? What about him Severus?"
"He's... um...well.."
Lucius walked down to the Care of Magical creatures class, stepping past Snape and the Professor
"Morning Professor" he greeted, waking to his seat.
"He's was gonna be a little late" Snape told the professor, who was already glaring at him. He pointed for Snape to join the rest of the class.
Lucius smirked at him as he sat down.
"I thought you weren't coming to class--"
"Yes? Well I thought you wouldn't take up for me either. We both thought wrong."
The professor began his lesson, introducing a new creature.
"You seem'chipper'now. What ever happened to your 'I hate this school, I hate this world, My life sucks' speech you gave to us yesterday?"
"Ha! I'm not gonna let that stop me from enjoying whats left of my cruddy life. Besides, I like being outside."
"Whatever you say..." Snape said looking at Lucius weirdly.
Lucius looked up, glancing over the students in the class, until his eyes fell on Oliver. His happy disposition disappeared; he suddenly felt confusion, guilt, jealousy...and admiration.
'I can't do this to myself. I don't like him that way, and he doesn't like me that way. Hell, he doesn't even want to be my friend. What am I talking about, we can't be friends, we're too different. Doesn't mean I can't admire him anyway...admiring is not attraction...'
Lucius turned away, trying his best to pay attention in class.
"Malfoy?"
'Damn'
"What?"
"Isn't he that Gryffindor bloke you pushed in lake?" A slytherin asked pointing at Oliver.
'How'd they find out? Its not like its some big fucking deal!'
"Yeah, so?"
"Nothing. We just wanted to remind him of the consequences of playing with snakes."
'Don't you dare touch him!'
"He doesn't need reminding"
"I beg to differ mate."
'Touch him and die!'
"Touch him and die!"
'Shit'
"What do you mean?"
All the Slytherin's eyes were on him, and it made him slightly uncomfortable.
"Um...you know very well Gryffindor's are diseased. I wouldn't touch them, but he just drove me to the point where I had to get rid of him then."
Lucius struggled through, hoping that they would be stupid enough to fall for it.
'Fall for it! Fall for it!'
The Slytherins all looked at each other, and snickered
'Yes! Thank you god!'
"Don't worry Malfoy, when we strike, we won't leave you out on the action"
'huh?'
"Huh?"
"Yeah...right after first year initiation, we decided to embark on a little rampage, didn't you listen at dinner the first night?"
"Nope" Lucius answered truthfully
"It doesn't matter, thought we'd let you know: we'll handle that gryffindor giving you problems."
"But he--" Lucius was cut off by the class being dismissed.
''Oliver..." He stood up hurrying through the crowd, "Oliver?"
Oliver was walking behind his friends when he turned around, glaring at Lucius.
"Heres your notes..." Lucius said, avoiding Oliver's gaze as he handed him the parchment. Oliver took the parchment and turned to leave
"Look, I'm really sorry--"
Oliver just kept walking. Lucius sighed, turning around, Snape standing behind
"We're you..um--"
"No" Lucius said angrily, his voice stern, as he walked back up to the school
'I've really blown it now. I can't even warn him because he wouldn't listen.'
Oliver looked up when Lucius joined them just when Snape tried to find some feeble excuse for his absence. Lucius looked perfect as always. Not a hair was out of line.
'Common, look away.' Oliver told himself, but could.
Only when he noticed Lucius was turning his head in his direction he quickly stared at the ground.
'He doesn't't want me anyway. Why do I care! I don't need him!'
He tried to listen to the teacher, but at the end of the lesson he only had some short lines of notes. The bell rang and the teacher said loudly "Class dismissed!" Oliver grabbed his backpack and began to walk away.
"Oliver..." Lucius.
'No, I won't turn around. I'm just a pathetic joke for you, right! Go, screw yourself!'
He kept on walking. Sirius was chatting animatedly with Remus in front of him, while James tried to get Lily's attention, who was discussing the past lesson with Peter.
"Oliver?"
'Why can't he just give up?'
Oliver turned around and glared at Lucius.
"Heres your notes..."
Oliver grabbed the parchment and stuffed it away
'I feel so honoured.'
"Look, I'm really sorry --"
Oliver walked away. After some steps he squinted his eyes shut.
'I just wish you wouldn't be such an asshole ...'