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!
Interaction In The Corridor
Oliver walked through the corridors. Charms was next and thankfully this was one of the subjects he was actually good in. Just when he reached the statue of Hilda the hippy Host, two corridors away from the Charms classroom, Oliver tripped.
"Fuck!" he exclaimed and looked at the mess in front of him. His ink was spilled, all his notes were lying along with his books on the floor and his quills were everywhere. He looked at his friends, who bend down to help him.
"Its okay, guys. Go and tell Professor Flitwick what happened."
They nodded and walked away.
'Great, just what I needed. This is not my day ... In fact, every single past week was horrible ... Gaah ... Hate it.'
He grabbed his stuff, kneeling exactly into the ink and swore again.
"Do you need a hand?"
Lucius was walking along the corridors, when he heard voices by the Charms classroom.
"Fuck!" He smirked
'I'd know that voice anywhere...especially that word.'
"Its okay, guys. Go and tell Professor Flitwick what happened." he heard Oliver say, as he moved toward the wall, so no one would see him standing there.
When he was sure Oliver's friends were gone, he causually walked down the corridor.
'Why don't I just give up? He hates my guts...'
"Do you need a hand?"
Oliver stopped and looked up directly at Lucius, and frowned.
"No, I don't need your help." he said, trying his best to gather his things quickly.
Lucius watched for a second, before picking up a parchment by his foot, holding it out for Oliver, who had just stood up. Lucius frowned as Oliver violently took his parchment.
"I was just trying to help"
"Right. Like when you helped me take a swim in the lake. If that's help, I'd hate to see how you ignore people."
"I tried to say I was sorry!"
"Yeah well, Sorry doesn't help much!"
"I probably could've done more if you hadn't left, if you would've just talked to me!"
"You're just a selfish bastard Malfoy! Everything always has to be about you or it isn't important."
"Well what did you expect me to do? Beg and plead for your forgiveness? You're not that important."
"If I'm not important, why are you constantly finding ways to talk to me?"
Oliver looked up and frowned at Lucius.
'What does he want?'
"No, I don't need your help." He quickly grabbed his quills and vanished the ink on the ground; His parchments were still everywhere. He saw Lucius bending down and taking some of it. He handed it to him and Oliver grabbed it roughly, not able to do something different than glare.
"I was just trying to help."
"Right. Like when you helped me take a swim in the lake. If that's help, I'd hate to see how you ignore people."
"I tried to say I was sorry!"
"Yeah well, Sorry doesn't help much!"
"I probably could've done more if you hadn't left, if you would've just talked to me!"
'What would've you done then? Huh? Use another stupid excuse?'
"You're just a selfish bastard Malfoy! Everything always has to be about you or it isn't important."
"Well what did you expect me to do? Beg and plead for your forgiveness? You're not that important."
'Why, thank you, that didn't hurt a tiny bit.'
"If I'm not important, why are you constantly finding ways to talk to me?"
"Why shouldn't I talk to you?"
"Because you hate me!"
"I don't hate you!"
"Yes, you do! You hate my friends! And you pushed me in the fucking lake! Why would you do that if you didn't hate me? Huh? First trick me and then push me into just when I thought … Oh, forget it!"
Oliver glared again and turned around to leave, but Lucius grabbed his arm and stopped him. Oliver closed his eyes.
'Don't do that.'
"Don't do that."
"Do what?" Oliver turned around and opened his eyes, looking straight at Lucius'.
"You know what I mean."
They stared at each other for a while, niether of them moving.
"What do you want from me, Lucius?"
"For you to forgive me..." Lucius softly, as Oliver sighed.
"For me to able to talk to you, without you thinking somethings odd, or its a trick."he continued, moving closer to Oliver. "For me to be able to kiss you without you running away..." Lucius finished leaning in, placing a small butterfly kiss on Oliver's lips.
He pulled back, with a shocked expression on his face
"I'm sorry I shouldn't have done that." Lucius said backing away.
"I...um..." he mumbled, not able to explain his own actions. All the while, Oliver just looked at him, and his eyes were uncomfortable.
"Oliver?...What are doing here Malfoy?" Sirius shot from the door of the Charms class.
"Nothing. I was just leaving." Lucius said disdainfully, walking away and down the corridor.
'That was so dumb! Now Oliver will run and tell everyone about how I kissed him, and that'll give everyone something else to mock me about. I won't be able to go to school anymore, and my parents, what if the news gets around to my father...I'm dead! If I make it out of this alive, I'll never let Oliver do this to me again! ...strange though, how he didn't try to leave at all...No, he isn't interested in me. He doesn't like guys that way, right?...Shit! No one ever told me feelings were complicated...I really need to get rid of mine...and this funny feeling in my stomach.'
Lucius' mind wondered, as he made it back to the Slytherin common room.
"Mal-"
"Not now." he said calmly, walking up to the boys dorm, collapsing on his bed.
'So much for that. I'll just go back to normal. No more staring, flirting, or kissing other guys. I like girls anyway, girls are nice...'
Lucius stepped closer and closer, saying all those things that made Oliver's mind swirl and his legs wobbly. Did he mean it seriously? No, Lucius Malfoy couldn't be gay. He couldn't - Lucius's soft lips on his silenced his worries. Ever so slightly they touched his and were withdrawn almost immediately. Oliver opened his eyes. He couldn't even remember when he had closed them.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that." Lucius was stumbling backwards. Something in the back of Oliver's mind told him to say something, but he couldn't and didn't do so.
"I...um..." Lucius tried to saybut stopped.
Oliver was just looking at him, not knowing what to think. What did this mean? Oliver heard steps coming from the Charms classroom, but didn't turn around, not even when he heard Sirius speak.
"Oliver?...What are doing here Malfoy?"
Oliver felt like he was standing in a bubble.
"Nothing. I was just leaving."
He saw the look in Lucius' eyes wondering if it had been slight panic that was shimmering in them. He still stood there when Lucius was gone and only when Sirius lay his hand on Oliver's shoulder and asked him if he was okay he looked up.
"Yeah ..." he mumbled.
But why did Lucius kiss him? He could still feel him on his lips, thought to still feel Lucius's breath touching his cheek.
"You're pale ... Are you sure you're alright? Malfoy didn't do something to you, did he? I'll hex his balls off if he -"
"Sirius." Oliver's voice was quiet and calm. "He didn't do anything."
That was clearly a lie, but Sirius didn't notice.
"I'm okay. I'm only pale because I hadn't had breakfast."
That did it. Sirius started to ramble about having a decent breakfast and that Oliver should eat more, while leading him into the Charms classroom. Oliver didn't even bother to try listening to Professor Flitwick.