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
"It's from Puddlemere United, they want you back."
I heard the words coming as if from a great distant and for a couple of minutes I said nothing, letting the words and the feeling sink in. I have been dreaming about this letter for the past month, ran a thousand different scenarios in my head as to what I would do when the team would finally ask me to come back. But in the last couple of days I sort of lost interest in that, mostly because of Draco, but not only. The truth of the matter is I felt cheap. I felt like I was dumped by a lover and now he wants me back and expect me to run to him with a smile and bend over to his every bloody wish, and yes I'm painfully aware of the rather inappropriate pun here but the letter made me feel like PU's whore. And right now I didn't feel like bending over and whoring myself for that team. I was long past the stage where I actually cared what they thought, and all that was left was anger for the way they treated me.
I stood staring out the window seeing nothing for a long time.
A small shuffling sound at my side caused me to refocus on my surroundings and I saw Draco standing next to me, gloriously naked and immensely frustrated. I sighed and scooped him in my arms and buried my face in his soft hair inhaling his scent and trying to forget the stupid letter.
Draco didn't move, and he didn't return the hug, I noticed after a couple of seconds. I lifted my head and looked at him; his eyes were dark with sadness and anger. I chewed on my bottom lip trying to figure out what to say when he spoke quietly,
"What are you going to do?"
"I don't know." He took a deep breath and pulled back from me. I looked at his hurt face and knew he was hoping for a different answer, one I could not give him just yet. Pissed as I was at my team I couldn't just ignore their letter, if nothing else I still had to find the honourable way out of this mess. "Draco, please. It's not that simple. I need to talk to Dumbledore before making any decisions."
He walked over to the bed and stood there with his head bowed. I battled the urge to hug him since I had a feeling he would not appreciate that when he slowly turned and looked at me,
"What does it mean for me?" his voice was quiet, almost flat and lifeless.
"I don't know." There wasn't anything else I could say. "Look, come to bed, please. Let's just go to sleep and tomorrow I'll sort this whole thing with Dumbledore." I reached out for his arm but he shrugged me off. Now I was getting a little annoyed, I'm not sure how he managed to turn the situation to revolve around him but frankly I was a little disturbed by that, and even more disturbed by the fact that I caught myself contemplating on giving in to him and tell him exactly what he wanted to hear.
Instead I took a deep breath and went over to the bed. It was rather obvious that there wasn't going to be any sex tonight, even if Draco was up for it, I wasn't. I crawled under the blankets and waited for him to join me, I wasn't at all sure that he would but I hoped he would. It would make things much easier if he did.
After about five minutes in which he stood facing the wall, his back to me and I stared at the ceiling I felt him inching under the blankets as well. I turned and pulled him to me, he was here and I wasn't about to let him slip away, not until the morning anyway.
"I'm sorry, Draco. This is definitely not how I pictured this evening ending…" I tried to chuckle but my heart wasn't in it.
"I'm only staying here to see what will happen tomorrow." He said stubbornly. I didn't argue with him, I didn't care what reasons he had with himself for staying, I was just glad that he did.
He turned his back to me and I placed my arm around him midriff.
His breathing became slow and rhythmic but I knew he wasn't sleeping and I knew he knew I wasn't sleeping either but there wasn't much left to talk about.
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Draco
Fuck! Double fuck and bugger! Guess what I didn't get tonight?! That's right! Fucked and buggered! Bullocks! I was having such a lovely evening, we both were and then that flipping owl ruined everything.
Puddlemere United wants Oliver back. Which can only mean one thing; I'm going to be left alone. I cannot believe that after all I've been through; after I finally got to that perfect moment I've been dreaming about for the better part of those past four years – this happens.
I know this is childish of me to think like that and I know that it's selfish but hey, I am a Malfoy after all and 17 years of aristocratic, egotistical and self-centered education cannot be thrown away in a flash.
I tried to find out what this letter would mean to Oliver, to me, to us but all he said was "I don't know." Well if you don't bloody know what am I suppose to think?! This is also my life we are playing with here.
Mad and confused as I was I couldn't possibly leave, I'm not sure why. There must be a higher cosmic plan for this or something because deep down I knew the right thing to do was leave.
I lay in bed with Oliver holding me, spooned against my back and tried not to wallow in self pity. This is about Oliver, I kept reminding myself, this is about his career and what he needs, my selfish wants and needs shouldn't enter the equation and as of tomorrow he will no longer be mine. I sighed deeply; as of tomorrow he will no longer be mine. He'll be back with his thousands of screaming fans and endless stream of beautiful boys for him to pick from. And I would be left alone in this horrible castle to perish. He's going to forget all about me in a week's time.
Well, if he is going to leave tomorrow then I still have tonight to make my claim.
I turned over to face him and was rather grimly pleased to note he wasn't asleep, because that meant I could still get what I wanted from him, what I needed.
I pressed my lips gently to his, nudging with my tongue pleading for access which he granted almost at once. It was a slow kiss, one in which he tried to convey his apology to me and I almost broke down but I couldn't afford to. I rolled him over onto his back and placed myself on top of him, I moved from his lips to his neck and slowly down to his chest, I was vaguely forming a plan as I went along, I didn't feel like blowjobs, we already covered those but maybe if I teased him a bit to get him roused enough I could get what I originally came here for. Before I could get very far, though, he stopped me,
"Draco, what are you doing?" I rested my chin on his abdomen and pointedly rolled my eyes,
"What do you think I'm doing?" he looked down at me sadly.
"I don't think it's such a good idea." I rose to my knees with shock, what the hell is wrong with him?
"But you promised me." I tried to keep my voice as casual as I could but it was in a great danger of slipping to whining. Oliver raised himself to a sitting position and wrapped his arms around me. My body was trembling with humiliation and anger.
"You are going to leave me and forget all about me in a couple of days and I bloody well need this and you bloody well promised me!" I tried to fight against his arms but he wouldn't let go of me and I had to bite my lip hard, I was not going to cry in front of him.
"I'm never going to forget you. And I'm not leaving so soon." I looked at him sadly and didn't want to believe him; I am so bad with rejection. "You have no idea how much I want to make love to you," I could feel shivers running down my spine at his words while my soul was filled with new sadness because there was clearly a "but" lurking in his words. "But not like this. Not while we are both so agitated." I told you there was a "but" in there somewhere. And not the right kind of but…
There was no point fighting it, I realized, I would just have to wait till morning for my doom. I got up from the bed and walked to the washroom. At the door I turned and saw him still sitting there on the bed looking perplexed and I said softly,
"Don't wait up for me."
Inside the washroom I wrapped a towel around my waist and sat on the closed lid of the toilet with my head between my hands. There were so many thoughts going through my head I couldn't actually focus on any of them, it felt like looking inside a pensieve's swirl and not being able to pick the memory you need, but I was pretty certain all the thoughts that currently ran through my head were all very dark and foreboding.
I don't know how long I sat like that, but when I finally made my way back to the room Oliver was sleeping. I slipped into the bed beside him and stared at the ceiling for a long time unable to sleep.
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Oliver
When I woke up on Sunday morning the first thing I saw was Draco curled up in the corner of the bed as far away as possible from me. I sighed and looked at the clock, it was little after eight and I decided to go and talk to Dumbledore right away. I needed to solve this matter even if it meant to wake the headmaster on a weekend. I needed to finish this for my mental stability and peace of mind.
When I came out from washroom I saw that Draco was awake. He sat on the bed, his naked torso so inviting and warm I had to clench my fists and pushed my hands deep in my pockets to resist the temptation. His face was sad, his clouded grey eyes followed me with an almost desperate look in them.
"Please stay here, until I get back." I pleaded quietly. He sighed and nodded, not taking his eyes off me for a second and I left the room.
While I made my way through the corridors I felt my anger towards PU rise again. When I got to the gargoyle in front of Dumbledore's office I was royally pissed off.
"Godiva chocolate" I barked at the poor gargoyle that quickly sprang out of my way to allow me to travel up the spiral staircase to the headmaster's office. When I got to his door I suddenly remembered where I was and who I was about to face and I took a couple deep breaths to calm myself down before knocking on his door.
"Enter." Came a cheerful voice from within and I gingerly opened the door. Dumbledore was standing by his phoenix's perch feeding seeds to the magnificent bird and cooing to it.
When he saw me he turned and smiled brightly at me,
"Good morning, Mr. Wood. What brings you to my office at this hour on a Sunday?"
The calm atmosphere in the office made me feel rather silly for fuming so I simply handed him the letter. Dumbledore read it carefully and then looked up at me, "Ah, I see we have a little problem here. Why don't you sit down?" I sat down while he walked around the big desk to settle himself into his chair. "Tell me, Oliver, did you decide what you're going to do?"
I studied my nails and said quietly without looking at the old man, "Yes, but I would like to hear what my options might be."
Dumbledore smiled, "Well, Puddlemere United had renounced its claims of you and you do have a binding contract with this school until the end of this school year. Do you want to go back to play for United?"
I shook my head and he let out a small chuckle, I looked up at him. Dumbledore leaned forward in his chair his fingertips pressed against each other and his eyes twinkling with amusement
"Now, Oliver, don't tell me you find your teaching job that interesting…" I smiled and shook my head again.
"Ever since I was young I knew that what I wanted to do was play professional Quidditch. When United signed me in it was like all my dreams came true. But then I was injured and they simply tossed me out without looking back. I would love to go back to playing again, but not like this. They cannot play me like that, tossing me and expecting me to run back whenever they call for me to return," I resisted mentioning the 'bend over' part of my argument, somehow it didn't seem all that appropriate right now, "There will be other Quidditch teams in the future." I think I said that last bit to convince myself more than anything.
Dumbledore inspected me over his half-moon spectacles and his smile grew wider.
"I'm glad you feel that way. With your permission I will write to the heads of Puddlemere United and inform them that you are not available."
"Thank you sir." I said quietly and got up to leave.
Going back to my room I could almost dance with joy, I managed to keep face and I didn't succumb to their emotional blackmail, and most importantly right now – I could take Draco without regrets.
I burst into my room to find him crouched in front of the stereo system, as I stood in the door he gingerly reached his finger to press some button or other.
"Draco!" I called out loud and he fell back with surprise, I couldn't help but chuckle. First rule in dealing with pure bloods – don't let them near any muggle artefacts without proper supervision. After visiting Percy Weasley in the Burrow one summer this rule was burned in my brain forever – watching Mr. Weasley playing around with plugs is a very educational experience.
He got up and dusted himself with an air of wounded pride and then his gaze hardened as if he suddenly remembered that he was still mad at me. I smiled sweetly at him and went over to take him in my arms,
"What's going on? What did Dumbledore say?" he asked eagerly, worriedly.
"I'm staying here," I informed him with a wide smile and then leaned to whisper in his ear "Did you really think I'd leave you like that?" a slow smile spread across his face and before I knew what was going on he was all over me, his arms circling my neck and his lips hungrily seeking mine. I pulled him back to the bed and we fell on it together.
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Draco
I was only looking; I wasn't going to touch the sordid thing, this "Machine of music". I had to occupy myself somehow while awaiting my doom.
I was only looking at the thing when I heard Oliver's voice barking my name in fear. I was so consumed in watching the stupid box I ended up in a rather undignified heap on the floor.
"Did you really think I'd leave you like that?" I was still struggling to regain my dignified composure when he said that and Malfoy or no Malfoy; I had just spent a rather agonising hour waiting just to hear those words. And as soon as they came I was all over him. Dignity be damned, I had Oliver Wood!
Before I knew it we were on the bed kissing frantically like the other person's lips were pure, sweet water for the desert vagabond. But now that there were no more barriers and no more obstacles in our way I suddenly felt a little scared. I had Oliver for the rest of the school year, right? So what was the rush?
Other parts of me didn't seem to agree with my brain, and right now those parts were soaking up all the blood from the brain and I realized that moral inhibitions strong as they may be, are no match for that raw almost animal-like passion that was sweeping over me at the moment.
Oliver pulled down the pyjama bottoms I threw on myself while waiting for him and in the same time that he kissed my neck and shoulders. My skin was warming up and I felt like I was burning and his touch was the only thing that could calm this intense fire of my skin, but he was wearing far too much, I couldn't feel enough of his skin and that was just wrong.
"Take off your clothes…" I managed to choke out breathlessly and he smiled down at me and in one smooth motion pulled himself away.
He licked his lips and smirked sexily at me and then went over to his music machine. Uplifting tunes were spilling and filling the room; Oliver closed his eyes and started to move with the rhythm of the music while touching himself and slowly shedding his clothes. I looked at him completely in awe, I've seen him naked before but not like this. His muscles were running fluid under his skin glistening with sweat; his eyes were sparkling with mischief and lust.
Before I could complain of the distance he was here again, pulling me to the centre of the bed and started ravishing my torso with his mouth again this time to the tune of the music. I soon found that my body was moving with the rhythm as well. When that song ended another started this one slower and softer.
Oliver leaned across me to reach his bedside table and pulled a tube out of the drawer. He kissed my temple gently and showered feather light kisses all over my face to relax me.
"Are you sure you're ready?" he breathed in my ear and I sighed in frustration,
"Oh, not this again…" I managed to answer, and he lifted his head again, looking down at me.
"I don't want to do anything if you're not ready."
"I've waited four years for this, I don't think I can get any readier than I am." I choked out and tried to catch his lips again but he pulled back and gave me a devious look,
"You've been waiting to have sex with me since I left school?" I felt the blush tinting my cheeks, shit, I didn't plan to tell him that… "No, no, I'm quite honoured," he said with a smile, "And slightly terrified."
"Why?"
"Well, I have a lot to live up to, if I don't give you the perfect "night" you would be crushed and disappointed" I knew he was making fun of me but I wasn't going to let him wind me up like yesterday,
"Then you better top yourself then…" I purred and he smiled again. "Show me what the big bad Wood can do." He looked at me, his eyes twinkling and his lips curved in a little smile that suggested very naughty things, and oh, how I wanted him to do them to me…
And he did. And that was amazing.
He kissed my cheek ever so softly and whispered in a hushed tone,
"What do you want? Tell me." Now, what sort of question is that? How the hell should I know what I want? Obviously I have an idea but I've never done this before, what if I say the wrong thing and Oliver would make fun of me?
"I don't know…" I confessed and he didn't seem in the least bit surprised, perhaps I shouldn't have been so quick in confessing my virginity in the first place…
"Then I'll show you what I want," he continued with the same voice "To do to you." and then added some tongue for good measure, causing my skin to shiver and my eyes to roll back.
His tongue went down to caress my chest and I felt my lungs going up in fire, his teeth slowly dragged over my skin, occasionally biting softly and causing me to jerk involuntarily. I closed my eyes and figured he knew what he was doing, I mean, if what I got from his evasiveness about his sex life was correct, he was suppose to be a bloody expert!
My hands rose on their own accord to gently touch him, while his tongue slowly circled my nipple, by gods I have no idea how he does this but that feels soooo good… every stroke of his tongue sending another flash of desire straight to my groin, and I could feel that Oliver knew it.
He continued his path down in the same slow, agonizing pace that made me want to whimper, when he finally reached my cock I was almost ready to burst. I didn't think I could last another second, especially not after Oliver took the tip of me into his mouth and did those amazing things with his tongue. He parted my thighs and placed himself between them, taking my legs and wrapping them around his waist.
The next thing I felt was a surge of pain going through my spine. My eyes flew open and I looked down at him trying my hardest to quell the desire to scramble away and hit Oliver hard for doing this to me. My eyes met his, he was looking at me in rapt concentration biting the side of his lower lip like he did whenever he was reading a particularly interesting paragraph or trying to teach the first years to fly (I watched him during one of his classes, quite fascinating, really).
"Relax." He said quietly. Easy for him to say, his not the one with a finger stuck up his arse, is he? But I tried to do as he said and took a deep breath through my nose, letting it out through my mouth, and another. My body was relaxing almost against my will and I wanted the feeling of nothingness again. He started to rock his finger gently and I completely forgot about pain or hurt and just let that fantastic feeling wash me over.
Somewhere in the back of my brain there was a little annoying voice that kept explaining exactly what Oliver was doing. Damn that stupid book, I did not want to know that he was prepping me so that he could enter me without splitting my rectum or whatever, I just wished Oliver would do something do drown that annoying voice and fast before I'd take my wand and blast my own brains out.
Luckily, he did. A second finger soon joined the first, I never really knew you could do these things with just fingers, my back was arching again and my head slumped against the pillows.
Just when I was getting used to the sensations and starting to bloody love them he withdrew his fingers. I moaned in frustration and was rewarded with a small chuckle. I opened my eyes again and saw Oliver's eyes twinkling with mirth at my reaction, he leaned forward to catch my lips again and while I was relaxing into the soft kiss he entered me. And Thor, Zeus and Osiris - that hurt! My breathing was coming out ragged and I felt like I was about to burst – this is not what I was bargaining for when I asked Oliver for a shag, this is not what I wanted! This is too much for me, this is just too…
"Shh, relax. It's ok, just relax. Breath." Oliver's voice was so soft and soothing I couldn't take it anymore and I felt the tears rolling on my cheeks. Oliver kissed them softly and kept whispering things I couldn't understand, his hands ghosting over my chest delicately, I felt my body relaxing again, because deep down I knew that once I did I was going to end up feeling far better than I ever felt before.
I opened my eyes again, Oliver was still looking at me biting his lip but this time he was the one who looked as if he was in pain.
"A-Are you alright?" I managed to choke out and he tried to smile at me, his bottom lip looked painfully swollen and I could see the teeth marks,
"I need to move, bad." He confessed in a low growl and I almost burst out laughing, I was so engrossed in my own distress and pain that I completely forgot that Oliver was very hard and very much inside me and that this was probably the best time to see if the theory of feeling better is actually true.
I drew another shuddering breath and forced my body to relax again and then nodded to him.
Oliver started to move slowly, drawing back slightly and back inside again and sweet Merlin, I had most definitely just risen a couple of inches in the air with that thrust. I wondered how high Oliver could lift me, and if he could go just a little bit faster.
"Gods, yes…" I knew it was my voice that spoke but I can't recall opening my mouth to say anything. Oliver was smiling in mischief – I just know he did and then pulled out again only to ram into me harder. This time I was actually seeing stars exploding behind my closed eyelids. And if this is a sin, then spank me hard and send me straight to the abyss because I. Want. More.
As Oliver delivered himself into me again and again I felt myself going higher and higher, it felt like riding a broom in the middle of a storm. You had to keep everything dead focused so you would not fall but in the meantime you simply wanted to give yourself up to the wind and let it sweep you wherever it would go.
I could feel Oliver taking me in hand and soon matched the pace he was establishing with his thrusts and I was lost again, there was such a loud buzzing around my skull I felt my head might explode. My back arched as I neared my climax and before I knew it I was coming hard, covering both Oliver and myself with my essence.
With a final thrust that sent me crying out loud he came, inside me.
Unlike what I felt when reading the book – this was not gross at all, it was perfect, it was the way it should have been and I was finally free.
Oliver collapsed on top of me, panting and then rolled to the side, as to not to crush me. I could feel his breath puffing on my shoulder – scorching hot against my sensitive skin. I turned and buried my face in his chest, not caring that I was wetting him with the tears that still hung fresh on my cheeks. Oliver smelled so good after sex that all I wanted was to close my eyes and fall asleep with his arms around me and his smell filling every last bit of my being.
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Oliver
WOW! This is pretty much all I have to say about things right now. My gods that was incredible. It was the first time I took someone who was a complete virgin and broke him in, as they say. And that felt so fucking good. Yes, there was the discomfort in the fact that Draco was so stressed out and in pain that it nearly ruined everything but thank Merlin, he pulled himself through and managed to overcome his fears.
I looked down on his head, resting on my chest and smiled. My eyes travelled his body while my hand was playing with the soft locks of that pale golden hair. The sun was shining down on his hair making it glow, and I glanced at the clock, it was nearing ten a.m. I smiled lazily – Sunday is such a wonderful day…
When I opened my eyes again and glanced at the clock it was around one p.m. Draco was still sleeping, his head still on my chest and his breathing coming out soft and causing me to shiver each time the heat of his breath was gone and was replaced with searing chill.
I moved a little to make myself more comfortable and Draco stirred, nuzzling my skin in his sleep. He was so cute when he was asleep. It was amazing, I felt like I was dating several different people at once. There was the Draco the whole school saw, the arrogant, snobby Malfoy. There was the Draco of his friends, slightly less annoying but still in full control, always weighing pros and cons of every action. And there was MY Draco, the one that gave himself so completely to me, the one that dropped all the masks and was letting out a side I bet no one, not even his parents saw before. And not just when sex was involved, whenever it was just the two of us it was as if he felt he was allowed to be himself and I loved it, I loved the fact that I made him be this way. The moans and screams of pleasure during sex was just an added bonus.
"Hmm, morning…" came the lazy voice from around my shoulder and I smiled,
"It's after one p.m." I said and his head looked up dazedly,
"Really?" I nodded and he rolled to his back and stretched languidly, I watched him and felt the jibes of pleasure prickling again, he was just too bloody gorgeous. And he knew it.
Draco got up from the bed and looked at me, or rather at a very specific part of me and a slow, delicious smile spread across his face.
"I'm going to take a shower," he said and started to make his way to the washroom, he opened the door and then paused before tossing behind his shoulder, "Are you coming?" with a sly smile. I rolled my eyes, gods, if I had known that it only took one time to get him to act like a little slut I'd have taken him a long time ago.
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A/N:
I cannot resist making the most horrible puns… it's like an illness or something… And the worst part is, I actually find them amusing…
BTW- the choice of the three gods (Thor, Zeus and Osiris) and the order is not accidental. It's the order they appear in the song "The origin of love" from "Hedwig and the angry inch".
The song Oliver stripped to was "Aquarius" from the soundtrack of "Hair", just thought you should know. It didn't came out quite as I wanted but it was so funny trying to picture it I couldn't concentrate on writing down the details…
If only you'd know how long it took me to write that sex scene, and it still didn't come out the way I originally wanted… but I'm ok with the result.
What do you think?