REPOST!
BETA: The wonderful MINDFREAK23. Thank you.
Everything you need to know is in chapter one.
Nothing As It Seems
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Oliver
After escorting Potter back to the castle I decided to look for Draco. This morning things were left unfinished and I wanted to make sure he was alright. When I got to the library I overheard the Zabini boy tell one of them over grown monsters Draco was hanging with that Draco was kicked out of the library and was now probably sulking under some tree.
It took me a little while to find him, but I finally did. He was sitting under a tree but he wasn't sulking. In fact he looked rather… aroused, reading a book. I approached him and when he saw me he jumped to his feet in horror and glared at me in anger. His behaviour was strange, not to say a little insulting. He tried to turn and leave but I caught him and pinned him against the tree.
He still looked at me in disdain when I slipped my hand under the belt of his trousers. I wasn't sure what was his problem but the fact that he was hard was plying merry hell on my nerves and I couldn't think rationally. He looked at me with those amazing grey eyes, which gradually misted over and fell shut. You can't really stay angry when someone is giving you a hand job.
When we were done I cast a cleaning spell on him and moved my hand to his waist. He opened his eyes and tried to sulk at me again, although the soft post-orgasmic glow was making his eyes shine like silver, and the sulk really didn't have the effect he was aiming for.
"Why are you mad at me?"
"Why are you being so friendly with Potter?" he shot back. So that's his problem?
"You're jealous?" that was almost ridiculous, especially since nothing happened, or will ever happen with Harry. To my surprise he lowered his eyes and looked like he was about to blush again. He was jealous… I wasn't sure whether to laugh out loud or feel pleased by that. Instead I lifted his chin and kissed him, this is always a good solution. "Heard you got kicked out of the library, what did you do?" I was trying to lighten the atmosphere and change the subject but he blushed even more furiously and shrugged. Ok, maybe not so much a change here… "What are you reading?" I tried again, but the blush stayed, although a little smirk crossed his lips.
I bent over to pick up the book and looked at the page Draco was looking at. Oh, that would probably explain the hard-on I thought with a smile.
I turned another page and flinched back, Draco sniggered and craned his neck to see what I was looking at.
"Did you ever try that?" he asked curiously.
"No! But I heard of it, you're suppose to be very limber to do that… I could never lift my leg that high. I did try once, at Quidditch practice, lifting my leg, I mean and ended up with a cramp." I knew I was babbling but I couldn't stop myself. Where the hell did he get the bloody idea of going and reading what looked like a gay-porn-sex-manual… he shouldn't be looking at stuff like that! He's far too young. And I'm being far too patronizing… I realized.
I closed the book with a snap, I think that's enough of that for the moment, and looked at Draco. "Where did you get that book?"
"The library."
"You're telling me you actually checked it out?"
"Weeell, not exactly…" he looked sheepish
"You stole it."
"No I didn't! I… borrowed it. I will take it back."
"Why do you need that stupid book for anyway?" Draco shrugged and blushed again,
"I just thought that some of the suggestions there were, um, interesting."
"Oh? Are you saying that you want to try them out? I didn't know you had a kinky side to you, Mr. Malfoy." I was teasing and he was blushing again. I was enjoying making him feel shy and bashful, he was so cute like that. I moved to place myself behind him and put the book in front of us. I opened it again and the page showed a list of famous gay wizards, and I sniggered, Draco leaned back in my arms and asked with a smile,
"Merlin?"
"No, Wronski." I said and we both smiled. There is something very reassuring to learn that one of your childhood heroes is gay. Not to mention one of the best Quidditch players that ever lived. I turned a couple more pages when I got back to the sex chapter. "So, which of these did you have in mind?" he leafed through the book with a devious smile and pointed,
"How about this?"
"Ah, a classic. Alright, let's go." I said briskly and he looked up in alarm,
"What, now?" his eyes were wide as I turned to kiss his neck softly,
"Of course." I was proceeding to the soft spot under his ear when he said with a slightly wobbly voice,
"But… we're in middle of the grounds, someone might… see us."
"All the more exciting," I breathed into his ear and stuck my tongue in, "Don't you agree?" he pulled away from me (with visible effort I might proudly add) and looked at me genuinely alarmed and I couldn't help but laugh, he was so easy to wind up…
"You sodding bastard!" he called and punched me, I was almost doubled up with laughter and his punching caused me to drop to my knees. I pulled him with me and we landed on the grass in a heap. He looked a little put out by my teasing and I kissed him softly to appease him.
"If you're up for it, we might try something tonight." I said gingerly, I didn't want to scare him off, but he smiled and gave me a half nod half shrug to say maybe. I got up and dusted myself and helped him back up as well. "I have to go, I promised Lupin I'd help him with something…" I ran my hand on his cheek and leaned forward whispering in his ear, "Are we still on for tonight?" he nodded and smiled and I kissed his cheek before turning to leave.
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Draco
I just received a hand job from Oliver Wood, in the middle of the Hogwarts grounds. There has to be a law against that…
I was jealous, I am jealous. I can't help it, I have this thing about possessing things and people and it's getting borderline obsessive with Oliver. I can't watch him with someone else; it's making me almost physically ill.
After he decided to scare the shit out of me with his stupid teasing, I was once again left to my own devices, with a rather naughty book, umm, what is a boy to do?
Five minutes later I'm propped against the wall of the Astronomy Tower's balcony, where no one can see me. I decided to study the book thoroughly so I won't fuck up tonight. I wasn't necessarily aiming for mind-blowing sex but it's always good to know what you're up against. Besides, I had about four hours to kill before going to see Oliver again.
I pulled out a piece of parchment from my bag to put over the pictures, because I couldn't possibly concentrate while I was looking at them and now Oliver wasn't around to help so it won't be as much fun.
I began to read what the author had to say about the subject of homosexuality:
"The definition of homosexual is "a person who is sexually attracted to members of your own sex". However the degree of attraction complies with the varying levels of frequency, willingness, and/or interest.
Same-gender sexuality involves two or more individuals of the same gender. Homosexual people who pretend to lead a life of heterosexuality are often referred to as living "closeted" lives, that is, they hide their sexuality in the "closet". The term "closet case" is a derogatory term used by homosexuals to refer to another homosexual that pretends to be heterosexual, and "coming out" or "outing" refer to making that oriention (semi-) public voluntarily, or as an action by others respectively."
Alright, nothing new so far. I leafed a bit forward to see if there was something more interesting that can actually be of use to me, when I came across a passage that seemed rather interesting:
"Anal sex is a form of human sexual behaviour. While the term "anal sex" can be used to describe any sexual act involving the anus, anal cavity, sphincter valve and/or rectum, it is more specifically used to describe the insertion of the erect penis into the rectum through the anus."
Fine, interesting… basically the only thing I've learned here is that clinical writing and terms that involve any butt parts are a major turn off! Damn!
After passing rather excruciating ten minutes reading I decided to go back to looking at the pictures. I had a feeling I'd be learning much more out of those and besides, there was actually a chance I'd still want to have any kind of sex after watching them rather then wanting to cut off my own prick, like I do now.
By the time it was eight o'clock I was mostly confused. I opened Oliver's door and decided to play it by heart. I didn't bother to knock; I knew the password after all.
When I entered the inside room, I found Oliver on the bed, reading a book topless. The room was full of music, which was surprising to say the least. How on earth did he manage to create music?
The notes were soft and sounded a tad metallic, I didn't know the tune and I suspected it was rather muggle.
I dropped my bag to the floor with a loud thud and Oliver almost jumped up in surprise, I smiled sweetly at him while he gave me a scolding look for scaring him.
"Where's the music coming from?" I asked before he had time to say anything. It seemed to be coming from a square box in the corner, which I am positive was not there the other night.
"It's a stereo, it's what muggles use to listen to music with," He explained, "My mother sent me a new set today, as a present for the new job. Now I can finally listen to my CDs." He smiled broadly at me and I couldn't really resist his smile, so I went over to the bed and kissed him. "Hmm, I have an idea," he whispered against my lips, "Take off your shirt." I pulled back and looked suspiciously at him but he just smiled.
I started undoing the buttons of my shirt without taking my eyes off him. Once my shirt was on the bed he got up and pulled me up and wrapped his arms around my neck, "Dance with me," he said and I wrapped mine around his waist. We started moving with the music, looking at each other and smiling.
The song spoke about a couple wanting to dance together, cheek to cheek. The singers' voices, for it was a duet, were warm and earthy and I was soon caught in the melody while we danced together cheek to cheek… well, not really, we were mostly busy kissing and running our hands on our newly exposed skins.
"King Louis and Queen Ella." Oliver was sighing in my ear and I figured he was talking about the people singing, but I didn't really know any muggle singers so it didn't mean much to me. He was humming the words with them, his eyes closed completely absorbed in the song. It was really amazing; I've never got to see him so loose, and in the same time so concentrated on something.
"How come you like muggle music so much?" I asked him,
"I'm a half-blood, my mother is a muggle. She has a passion for music from the 60' and the 70', jazz mostly and I guess she passed it on to me." I looked at him in surprise, I had no idea he was a half-blood. He saw my expression and smiled, "Does it bother you that I'm not pure-blood? I know Slytherins tend to place high emphasis on family lineage." I shrugged,
"I don't mind that you are a half-blood, I just didn't know that before. It doesn't really matter whether you're pure or half, other than marrying you, we could pretty much do anything," he laughed,
"Oh, I don't really think that would be much of a problem…" I smiled and we resumed the dancing, I pushed his arm out of the way so I could place my head on his shoulder, I was in heaven, and my heart beat so that I could hardly speak. I think I got caught up in the tune a little too much…
When the song ended we continued to hold each other, I simply didn't feel like leaving him, his skin was warm against mine and it felt so good, so safe to just wrap my arms around him. Oliver was still humming to himself and I could feel the humming against my chest. This calm atmosphere helped my to get rid of the last of my inhibitions and I felt rather brave and ready for anything.
I pulled Oliver closer to me and lifted my head from his shoulder. I kissed him passionately and he complied with matching vigour. I started to pull him towards the bed without breaking the kiss and we soon fell on it in a heap of limbs. Without wasting time my fingers started to work on his fly and he pulled out of the kiss breathlessly,
"Hmm, you're rather enthusiastic tonight, I take it the book was helpful?" I snorted dismissively and he cocked his eyebrow with a puzzled look.
"The only thing that bloody book taught me was that if I ever hear the words "Anus" and "Rectum" or anything that is related to that area it would be far too soon!" at that he threw his head back and laughed. I allowed him a moment to satisfy his mirth and then plunged on his gorgeous lips again. He responded eagerly (once I could actually catch his lips and he stopped laughing) and quickly upturned our positions trapping me under his body.
"Are you sure you want this?" he asked huskily and I nodded without taking my eyes off his.
There were a couple of minutes in which we frantically tried to undress one another, our hands kept interfering but in the end we were both naked and rather sweaty.
Oliver was looking down at me with those amazing hazel eyes and asked me again,
"Are you sure?" I tried not to roll my eyes in frustration or thump him,
"Yes, I've already said I'm sure!" he gave me a cheeky smile
"Well, technically you didn't say anything…" I narrowed my eyes and he chuckled but sobered up real fast. Probably decided it was best to take this chance while it lasted.
He kissed me tenderly moving his lips from mine to my cheek and then down my neck. I closed my eyes and simply gave in to that amazing feeling his lips always induced in me. He was circling his tongue around my nipple, sucking in slightly and I bit on my lower lip trying to stifle a cry when I heard a strange tapping noise,
"Can you hear that?" I managed to chock out breathlessly, Oliver didn't stop his actions and just murmured against my skin,
"Ignore it. It's probably just an owl or something." I obediently tried to ignore the sound but the tapping became more insisting and it broke my concentration and drove me nuts. I lifted my head,
"Oliver, you should see what it wants." He groaned in frustration and lifted his eyes to meet mine,
"Just ignore it. It'll go away."
"When was the last time you ignored an owl and he just went away?" I asked logically though by the life of me I can't really say how I managed to be logical when Oliver was doing such delicious things to my body. He heaved a great sigh and rolled himself off me and went to the window. I sighed deeply and cursed the owl for its lousy timing and looked over at Oliver. He stood mesmerised to the spot reading a letter, his face ashen. I immediately got up and went over to him, quite concerned,
"What is it?" I asked softly hoping it wasn't bad news. Oliver looked up and silently handed me the letter. I took a deep breath before looking down at the parchment. I could feel my heart quickening its pace and trying to hold still at the same time. Not a very nice feeling. I lifted my eyes to look back at Oliver, his hazel eyes were clouded with an assortment of emotions I could not interpret.
"It's from Puddlemere United," I said quietly, "They want you back."
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Author's note: Tah-dah-dah! Dramatic innit?
When I wrote it I didn't plan for it to come out this short… but my artistic integrity wouldn't allow me to ignore this particularity dramatic pause. Hee hee, I can't believe I managed to say "artistic integrity" with straight face…
The bits Draco is reading from the book are from Wikipedia, I just wrote "Gay sex" and "Homosexuality" and that what came out. The thing is, after reading the part about anal sex I felt pretty much like Draco…
I know that Hogwarts doesn't operate on or support electricity, the thing is, whenever I open the comp I put music to help me think, no matter what it is I'm doing and "Dancing cheek to cheek" is such a lovely song… I guess that if you have to get technical than Oliver somehow spelled his stereo to work inside the castle. If I find the appropriate spell I'll let you all know.
I don't know for sure that Oliver is a half-blood, not more than I can be certain that Wronski was gay. But since J.K. Rowling never mentioned it, I decided to act on whatever seemed right for the story.