HAPPY CHRISTMAS AND A VERY VERY GOOD NEW YEAR TO ALL!! Lilyyuri.
Oliver
I woke up when the sun shone disturbingly bright right in my eyes, which annoyed me to no end. I grumbled and turned over trying to escape it. The second thing I noticed- was that I was alone in my bed and that was just wrong. I groaned and prodded around the bed, in case I was missing something,
"Draco?"
"Good morning, sleepy head." Came the cheerful answer, somewhere to my left and I prayed my eyes open, with quite a bit of effort to see the little minx standing on the other side of the room, clad only in grey trousers, I smiled lazily and stretched my hand out in invitation,
"What are you doing?"
"It's a beautiful Sunday morning and I'm hungry so I'm going to have breakfast." He said in a voice that was tattering on the verge of sarcasm, I pulled his hand and he fall on the bed, without wasting a second I started ravishing his neck and chest, "Ollie, stop, stop!" he pulled back and I groaned again, "I'm really hungry."
"I want you." I said simply and grabbed his arse to emphasis my point,
"Well, then you're going to have to wait!" Without warning I flipped him over and trapped him under me, I continued nibbling at his neck and Draco almost subconsciously tilted his head to give me better access. A loud growl made me look up in surprise, Draco smiled sheepishly,
"Ok, ok, I get it. Breakfast." I said cheerfully and scrambled off him. I stretched and shook my limbs on the way to the washroom just because I knew he was watching.
I stood next to the sink and brushed my teeth when Draco came, still with no shirt on, and leaned on the door frame, arms crossed. I looked at him through the mirror,
"Hmm, gorgeous, you better stop staring at my cock; he likes the attention too much." I said breezily and he chuckled softly,
"Yes, I can see." I started applying shaving potion on my face when I felt his wicked hands running down my sides, his body pressed beautifully against my back.
"Draco, lovely, you're going to make me cut myself." I warned him and he laid his head on my shoulder,
"Ollie, you're using shaving potion." He pointed out, and I looked at my hands- so I was. Damn. I usually like to use a muggle blade- and that too require some sort of cream on my face, and besides- it's too bloody early on a Sunday. Anyone could make that mistake! I turned my head and kissed Draco cheek, potion and all and he pulled back disgusted but laughing. Now we both had to wash our faces.
"It's entirely your fault," I told him once we came back into the room to look for clothes, "You woke me up abysmally early on a Sunday for a breakfast?"
"Hey, I never said you have to go too, you can go back to bed if you want."
"Not without you." I decided and he smiled, "We're going to get breakfast and then come back here to work out all the energy we get from it." I declared. Draco's smile widened as he continued to rummage in my wardrobe, determined to dress me up. Well, I guess going out with the best dresser Hogwarts had seen for a while has its advantages. On the other hand, I thought when I looked at myself in the mirror five minutes later- it could really backfire at you.
"Draco, I can't wear this! I'm a teacher. I need to keep some sort of appearance." I couldn't really deny that he had great taste or that the jeans he chose didn't bring out my arse perfectly and the shirt was so tight it felt like a second skin, but that was exactly the problem! I looked ready to go clubbing, not to a Sunday breakfast in the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Draco only shrugged and didn't respond, so I pressed my advantage, "You don't exactly see McGonagall showing up in the Great Hall with a low-cut top." I said flippantly and Draco gave a little frightened squeak that made me smile,
"I just want to perv on your perfect arse." He purred in my ear, pressing himself against me and for a moment I forgot everything else, especially when his hands travelled lower and his lips kissed the tender spot right under my ear,
"But I'm going to be sitting down." I'm not exactly sure where that came from but I have a feeling that the rational part of my brain was feeling rather neglected of late and decided to make its voice heard. Unfortunately, Draco pulled back from me,
"Humph, Fine!" He said at last, "You can put on a jumper." He added generously and tossed me one. Cheeky little prat.
"Alright, let's go." I took his hand and made for the door out of my office when Draco stopped me before I could reach the doorknob.
"Wait, we can't go out there together." He protested. I gave him an even look; I was hoping to get out of the door before his silly inhibitions will catch on,
"Why not?" I asked as innocently as I could, "We are allowed to be seen together, it is not unheard of that teachers and students to meet in the halls and walk together. Especially when they're heading the same way." Draco gave me an irritated glare,
"Don't get smart, Wood, you know what I mean." I pushed him gently against the door and leaned forward to catch his lips in a tender kiss,
"You mean we're not allowed to do this?" I asked when we broke apart, my hand running down his chest, his skin shivering under the fabric of his shirt,
"Defiantly not." He said firmly and then his arms snaked their way around me and he leaned in again. For a moment we forgot all about breakfast and indeed the outside world, until it came back to announce its presence in the form of a loud knock on the door. I jumped backwards and Draco gave me a wide-eyed panicked look. I took a deep breath and tried to compose myself,
"Who is it?" I called out, trying to sound as casual as possible,
"It's Pansy. I came to pick Draco up for breakfast, is he awake?" At that Draco turned abruptly and practically yanked the door open looking livid and glaring daggers at the smiling face of his best friend.
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Draco
"Morning sunshine," Pansy was a little too cheerful, standing there in the corridor having the gall to smile and say good morning to me on Oliver's doorstep. "Morning Oliver." She went on to add insult to injury tilting her head and peering behind my back.
"Pansy, what the fuck?" I hissed in anger and tried to pull her in, but ever since she became stronger than me, somewhere around the age of nine, I didn't stood much chance,
"Draco, it's an eight thirty on a Sunday morning, you're the only person who's mad enough to actually be alive in those hours. Isn't it right Oliver?" He gave his consent in a form of a great yawn and I could do little more than roll my eyes.
The three of us stepped into the corridor and started making our way to the Great Hall. Fine, if Oliver doesn't care that people see us together than neither shall I. I was old enough to take care of myself and a Malfoy enough to be able to twist any story around to come out clean in the other end if worse comes to worst. It was a little surreal though, to walk with both Pansy and Oliver like that. On the one side I have a boyfriend, with whom I didn't even have an official date yet and on the other a best friend who knew about my crush before even I did.
"So, that was quite a game yesterday. Wasn't it?" Pansy's attempt of forced conversation was so smooth one could actually believed she gave a bloody damn.
"Quite." Oliver's attempt wasn't as good, but then again- he didn't grow up with official balls and parties where your ability to carry on a deathly boring conversation with grace was a mark of your quality, and besides, how much finesse can you expect a Gryffindor to have?
"Did the Ravenclaws give you trouble after the game?" She asked and he shook his head,
"They gave me quite a lot of trouble during the game." I piped in, because I didn't really need to pretend to carry on a false conversation.
"That's only because you choose to stray from your own kind and go watch the game with them." Pansy punctured each word with a painful jab in my chest, which made me try to swat her hands away, she's been in a habit of doing that since we were kids and her fingers seem to get bonier with each passing year. She plunged into the swatting game with glee and I ended up in a position I really didn't want my boyfriend to witness- making a complete arse of myself. And the worst part was, he actually seems to find it funny, and I bet adorable as well. The brawl was interrupted by my treacherous stomach, which gave another mighty growl. Pansy stopped harassing me and opened her eyes big in mock surprise,
"Why, he is human after all, did you know that Oliver?" I was about to whack her one upside the head when Oliver said in a highly amused voice,
"Not until this morning." Alright, that does it! I decided to ignore both of them and stalked haughtily into the Great Hall their laughter echoing behind me. A tiny part of me was actually happy that they are getting along, at least it would mean I'd be speared of Pansy's "Get over him" little lectures, but the fact that their unison was build on making fun of me, didn't really allow me to feel good about it.
Once I was sited with Pansy at my right and Oliver miles away from me in the high table I allowed myself to look at my boyfriend. I must admit that I was quite pleased to see anxious written all over his face. For a second I contemplated pointing my nose up to let him know I was still mad and make him work for my forgiveness but I guess Gryffindorism is bloody catching because I found myself smiling softly at him to let him know things are cool between us.
"Draco, Flitwick is watching you." Pansy murmured under her breath and I immediately ducked my head. I started buttering a toast and summon all the jam jars from all over the table to inspect them. I just love jam, and no Sunday breakfast is complete without testing each and every one of them, maybe that's why I like to get up early on weekend- during the week I don't actually have time to indulge in my little jam obsession. "So, what did you do yesterday afternoon, after the match?" I leisurely spread apricot jam over my toast and took a bite before turning to face Pansy,
"What do you think?" Her lips were twisting in a smirk, that meant she was going to pump me for information on every last detail, but luckily I was saved by a couple of second year girls that came yawning and sat down at the table only to have Pansy huffing at them. I continued eating my breakfast slowly, savouring it and narrowly avoiding humming out loud.
Before I had time to try out what looked like a very promising plum jam Pansy grabbed my arm nearly sending me flying, arse up in the air off the bench. I really ought to get her to stop doing that, it's undignified and I have a feeling one day I might actually end up on my bum- painfully.
Before long we were strolling near the lake, clad in our winter cloaks and scarves, it's was the middle of November and up here- it was getting cold.
"Well Pansy," I said after a while, "It's been a lovely little walk but as a matter of fact I'm kind of freezing my arse off out here and would like to return inside."
"You just want to get back to Wood's room for another shag." She scoffed,
"Do you know of a better way to keep warm?" I asked innocently and she rolled her eyes. It was just too good an opportunity to pass- the fact that for the first time in a very long time, no scratch that, for the first time ever, I had a boyfriend that I could snuggle up with and fuck and she didn't! Serve her right for perving over little unrelenting Ravenclaws.
"I need your help." She said with a small sigh,
"What with?"
"My "coming out" party, it's on Christmas Eve." I couldn't help the small chuckle that escaped my lips,
"Fuck you Draco. I'm talking about my coming out to society party!"
"I know. I was just thinking what my coming out party would look like." I said with a small giggle, I mean- manly chuckle!
"Full of beautiful husky boys, clad in nought." Hmm, now there's a lovely thought. "Your father would simply love that." And right there- a not so lovely thought anymore…
"What do you want?" I asked in a bored voice,
"I need you to help me pick up a dress." She said happily,
"Hell no! Do I look like a fairy?" I did a double take and plunged back in before Pansy could actually answer, "Fuck, don't answer that! I'm not your stylist." I finished with dignity, lifting my nose in the air a little. Where the fuck did that come from? I'm not going to dress her up! She survived without me for long enough- granted, not dressed as well as she could have been but still.
"Fine, then I'll just have to go with something pink," A little horrified squeak escaped before I could stop myself, "And frilly! With sequins!" she delivered the final punch and I knew I lost.
"FINE! You little wench!" I said through gritted teeth and she had the gall to smile pleasantly. I rolled my eyes and took a deep breath. "Ok, first of all- stay away from anything that is pink or I'm personally going to hex you! Black. No, deep blue, maybe even burgundy." I was walking around her, my mind already full with patterns, "Straight line, all the way down, showing off your arse. Open back, bare arms, closed up front at the collar." I finished smugly, yes- I could defiantly see it. For once Pansy would actually wear something that befits her, how come she didn't approach me sooner?
"What? No cleavage?"
"Nope!"
"Why not?" she almost wailed,
"Because, sunshine, you have absolutely no breasts and a cleavage would look like your sporting the Sahara desert between your arms, while a closed front would actually extenuate what you don't have." Before she could turn and give me a cold shoulder I reminded her that she was the one who came to me. We glared at each other for a few seconds before Pansy's face broke into a huge smile,
"Oooh, there's a Hogsmede weekend coming up in the end of the month, we could ask Snape for a special permit and nip to London to get the dress!" her eyes were shining bright and I really didn't have the heart to tell her no. besides, since when did I ever pass out on an opportunity to go shopping for clothes?
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Oliver
Damn you Pansy! Taking Draco away like that, without even saying a word, snatching him off the breakfast table and vanish him into thin air, leaving me with no choices but the sulk and pout. Which I did, but that got old soon enough, so I decided to take a walk in the halls.
I reached the corridor not far from Lupin's office and stared out through the big window, I had a clear view from here of Draco and Pansy going around the lake, talking. I had no idea what they were talking about but it didn't really matter, not when Draco looked so beautifully and deliciously windswept. I'm sure he'd freak out to see his hair being tussled like that but to me he looked plain edible. I just love it when his hair is a mess, sort of make me know that he's giving himself in, loosing some of the snobbish façade he's been working on for years.
"Anything interesting?" I nearly jumped at hearing a voice at my shoulder. When I turned I saw Remus Lupin standing behind me, peering around my shoulder outside. I turned my head again and was much relived to see that Draco and Pansy have moved on from my viewing point.
"Um, just thinking how much I like winter." I managed casually, "Can't wait for the snow to start."
"Mmm, not me- I like the summer." Remus said in a thoughtful tone and we started to make our way towards his office, "I really hate the cold."
"Nah, summer ain't my thing, I hate being all hot and sweaty." At that Remus turned and cocked an eyebrow at me,
"Really, you?" there was a wicked glint in his eye and I actually found myself blushing- I knew perfectly well what he was talking about. I was kind of hoping he'd forgotten all about it by now but I guess you don't easily forget catching two boys having hot sex in your classroom, in the middle of the night- on your bloody desk. As Remus wasn't the first teacher to catch me doing naughty things with other boys (though non other walked in on full blown sex) I didn't really mind, but Remus had quite a difficult time looking at me in class afterwards, at least not without a little wicked smile and a shake of his head.
But that was four years ago and is all water under the bridge now, as I moved on to bigger and well, not even bigger in most cases… things, and Remus- well, he looked after himself for years I suppose.
"Can I tempt you with some tea?" I nodded, why not. I sat in front of Lupin's desk while he busied himself with the kettle and tea mugs.
"So," he said once we were sipping the hot beverage facing each other on both sides of the desk, "You seem a whole lot happier nowadays than you did a month ago."
"Yes, things have certainly turned to the better lately." I agreed,
"Does that have anything to do with Slytherin?" I nearly chocked on my tea at that, shit- how much does he know?
"Excuse me?" I said breathlessly but I think I managed to mask my surprise and make it look like the tea was simply too hot.
"The renovations, you seem very enthusiastic about them." Lupin said, his eyes twinkling in a way that indicated that he saw my little slip but he was not about to comment on it.
"Yes, well, it gives me something to do. I was going kind of nutters with boredom here." I explained, it was true, just not the whole truth.
"Isn't that why Dumbledore sent you to Berlin?" I let out a loud grunt/snort to show exactly what I thought about Dumbledore's brilliant "Berlin Plan".
"Don't talk to me about Berlin!" I said gruffly, shaking my head,
"What? You didn't find the German boys, hmm, willing?" Remus was looking at me from above the brim of his cup, his smile hidden but clear; I gazed at him wide-eyed for a few seconds,
"Is that what everyone thinks I did in Berlin? Is that the real reason Dumbledore sent me there, to fuck?" Remus sniggered and lowered his cup,
"No, of course not, well, not intentionally anyway. I just thought that since you're deprived of the bustling scene of London, you might try to… compensate for that in Berlin." He was far too cheerful for someone who just insinuated that I was sent to the continent to shag my brains out.
"I didn't compensate anything in Berlin. I hated Berlin. Well, not really hated, it's a lovely city; it just wasn't the right time for me. That's all."
"Do you miss going out clubbing in London?" I tried not to think about how weird this conversation is how weird is the fact that I'm sitting here with Remus Lupin, a former teacher- a former admired teacher at that- and discussing sex. Gay sex. Well, I believe it's time to turn the tables around a bit.
"Do you?" Now it was Remus' turn to chock on his tea, he quickly composed himself however, and gave me a twinkling look,
"I'll have you know that, I have been involved with the same person pretty much since the age of sixteen."
"Really? Who?" I couldn't help but ask; Remus lifted his finger and wriggled it in front of me,
"Huh huh, I'm not telling!" he said in a smug voice.
"Why? Is he here?" That was a huge leap of faith on my side, and a not too subtle way to find out what's been bugging me for years- is Remus really queer? There was hardly a soul in wizarding world who didn't know I was gay but no one ever took a picture of Remus out in a date and posted it in the papers before.
"As a matter of fact, yes, he is. And no- it's not Dumbledore." He said with a smile at my shocked/disgusted face. Well, that certainly answers my question. With a little side dish of stomach churning, thank you very much Remus. "So, how do you feel the first game of the season went?" the abrupt change of subject left me a little dazed, especially when I was still trying to work out who Remus was sleeping with and at the same time trying to banish images of Dumbledore out of my head.
"Huh?" Remus chuckled softly again and took another sip of his tea before repeating his question,
"How do you feel now that the first game as referee is behind you?"
"Good, I think it went well."
"A lot of people got really pissed that Gryffindor won." He pointed and I shrugged,
"That's their problem, I had nothing to do with it, really- I think I actually gave Ravenclaw the advantage because I knew that everyone will grill me if Gryffindor won." I didn't mean to do it, but maybe the game would have ended with a bigger difference in the points if I haven't.
"No, I think you were rather fair." I smiled at Remus in thank, "But then again, I am a Gryffindor…" He added and we both smiled. Neither of us will be extremely put out if Gryffindor took the cup, after all. It would be nice to re-live the glory of my last year. But all that said, I still hadn't had the chance to face Draco in a game this year and that could change everything.
The door of Remus' office suddenly burst open and Snape strutted in, he stopped dead on his tracks as I turned to look at him,
"Professors Lupin, Wood." I turned to place my mug on the table and caught a very amused expression on Remus' face. I slowly rose to my feet,
"Thank you for the tea and the chat, Remus. I'll be on my way now." I said and for a moment my words hung in the air as Remus and Snape stared at each other, ignoring me completely. At long last Remus tore his eyes away from the bat-like form of the potions master to give me a dazzling smile.
"Of course, any time you want to talk. My door is open." The last words were uttered with a slightly narrowed-eyes gaze sent in the direction of Snape, as if to reproach him for not knocking on the door. I heard a soft dismissing grunt from behind me and felt the air almost crackling with tension. Little pieces of information began to fall into place- Remus and Snape knew each other from school, they were in the same year, weren't they? Remus been seeing the same person since he was sixteen, said person is still in the castle, Snape walking into Remus' office like it's the most natural thing in the world… Oh, Good Gods!
At the door I turned and caught Remus' eye behind Snape's back and winked at him, smiling broadly. Remus returned the smile and Snape turned maliciously around. I immediately wiped the smile off my face and bit my lip as it threatened to creep back and left as quickly as I could without seeming rude.
I ran down the stairs and corridors fighting the urge to laugh. Oh, this is simply too delicious. Snape would probably hex me to next Wednesday if he knew I know which he will probably figure out within the next five minutes so I better watch my back. I turned my head, as if expecting his bat form to swoop down on me and collided bodily with someone. I looked down and saw Draco sprawled on the floor at my feet, a rather tastily arousing sight, if it wasn't for the cross-armed slightly annoyed form of Pansy standing above him.
"Och, Ollie, I know you were pissed that I didn't want to have sex this morning, but ouch!" I looked down at him again and couldn't help the smile that was working so hard to break to the surface. "Where are you running like that?" I hauled him back to his feet, brushing him off trying not to make it to obvious that I was fondling him instead, not that I really fooled Pansy, who rolled her eyes and looked away,
"Oops, I'm really sorry. Just coming back from a chat with Remus." I said apologetically, and then took a good look at him, "Why are you wet?"
Pansy's voice was dripping with sarcasm and barely concealed admonition, "We went skinny dipping in the lake." Draco gave her a little shove with his elbow and smiled at me, his eyes slightly down cast,
"It's pouring outside." My smiled broadened as I walked forward and lowered my voice,
"Then I guess we better get you… dry." We both grinned goofily at each other and Pansy rolled her eyes in annoyance again,
"Oh, for the love of Merlin, you Gryffindors have absolutely no shame! You horny buggers!"
"Speaking of," I said while resting my arms loosely around my beautiful boyfriend, after checking the hall was clear, "Turns out Draco here isn't the only Slytherin with a Gryffindor kink. It goes all the way to the head of house…" I added thoughtfully. Hell, if Snape is going to hex me, I believe it's my duty to pass my new found knowledge as fast as I can. Besides, if they were both dead set against letting everyone know, Remus defiantly wouldn't give it all away with those poorly masked wolfish smiles of his. Right? "Anyway, I've got to dash. You two look like you could use a shower." I said brightly and leaned in purring in Draco's ear, "I'll see you later." I released him with a small pat on his delectable backside and waltzed into my office, both of them gaping in shock after me, their expression almost making facing the wrath of Snape worth it.