Oliver

I hated packing. I had found someone to buy my flat and the paintings in my home. The only personal things I had left were my clothes, some books, a couple of old photographs and a photo album. I wouldn't need much considering I was moving into an already lived in flat. When I was finished, I stepped into my fireplace travelled to Flint's flat.

Despite all of the money he had surely made from his fame, he was living in a very small flat. The fireplace was just large enough for me to fit through and very close to the wall on my right. There were two four-paned windows that looked out onto the busy street of Ravenwood. The small town wasn't far from Godric's Hollow. Flint never really had liked big cities or flats; at least, that's what it said in his article in QLT…not that I paid much attention.

The dark paneled walls looked nice with the sapphire blue curtains that hung around the windows. All the furniture was square, black and leather. The coffee table in front of the fireplace was glass and sat on legs made of dark metal. The wooden floors brightened up the dark room. As my eyes scanned the room, I saw nothing but paintings of landscapes. Off to the left was the small kitchen with a round wooden dining table in the corner. Down the very short hall, which I could only see as I moved towards the kitchen, were what looked like two doors to bedrooms, a bathroom and a hall closet. Over all, the flat was small and cozy. If it didn't belong to Flint, I think I would have quite liked the environment.

As I moved into the kitchen, I noticed the floors were black and white tile. All of the cabinets were a supple cherry wood with stain glass. The granite countertops were blue with specks of black, white and gray. The dining room table was also made of cherry wood. All the appliances were stainless steel and black which seemed to make the off-white walls seem darker than they actually were. Overall, the two rooms blended nicely. Peeking down the hall, the walls were also dark paneled with white doors leading to the rooms. As I was admiring the hall, I remembered something was missing. I looked around for any sign of Flint but saw no one.

"Ahem," I heard someone clear their throat behind me. I turned with quickly, both of my suitcases in hand, to see Flint staring at me from the view of his front door.

"I-I didn't know where to put my things," I stammered quickly, trying not to sound nervous.

"Last room on the right but before you do that, we need to go over some things. The hall bathroom is yours since I don't use it. I don't care how you decorate it or your room. The room across from yours is mine. You are not to go in there. Sheets and blankets are in the hall closet as I'm sure you guessed. I eat dinner around five but you can eat whenever. I cook my own meals which means I expect you to cook your own. I would prefer to have little to no contact with you but since this flat is so small, I'm bound to run into you at some point. Don't expect me to speak to you much. Also, at some point we're going to have to reproduce. When I decide to stick my dick in you, you're going to have to deal with it. Once I've got you knocked up and you give birth, you can screw whoever you want. Expect me to do the same. I don't really care what you do as long as it doesn't interrupt my life. Do you understand everything?" he spoke quickly. I was barely capable of understanding anything he said considering how fast he had spoken. His piercing gaze alerted me to the fact that I should answer so, all I did was nod.

Satisfied, he stalked into the kitchen, leaving me with my bags. Quietly, I made my way down the hallway and shuffled into my room. It was small. There was only one window on the wall opposite the door. Every wall was white and bare. The only things that actually occupied the room were a basic cherry wood double bed, cherry wood dresser and a cherry wood desk with a matching chair. The room felt more like a plush prison cell than a bedroom. With a small sigh, I shut the white door and put my bags on the bare mattress of the bed. I unpacked slowly, feeling a deep sinking feeling in my heart.

When my clothes were in the dresser and closet, I set my toiletries up in the hall bathroom. I could hear Flint stirring in the kitchen but I didn't bother to see what he was doing. I simply returned to my new room and looked around. With a wave of my hand, the walls were a deep scarlet with simple black curtains. White sheets adorned my bed along with a white pillow and a scarlet comforter. Yeah, that's as close to home it was going to get. I then pushed my bed so that its headboard was against the left wall, leaving only a bit of space between the foot and the dresser. I then pushed the dresser closer to the corner next to the desk. I looked around once more before nodding and sinking down into the desk's chair.

The sinking feeling was starting to take its toll on me. I knew Flint was a jerk but I didn't know that he could be so cruel. It hurt more than I thought it would. I don't even know what I was expecting and I don't know why it hurt. I felt like a worthless piece of property that no one wanted. Why didn't anyone worth being with want me? Was I really so horrid? I kicked off my shoes and slid out of my coat, tossing it over the foot of my bed as I sat cross-legged. I then stared at my hands, hoping they would give me a clue as to why I wasn't wanted. I was a famous Quidditch player and I wasn't entirely ugly so, why was I thrown in with Flint? Speaking of…he had wanted me at one point when we were schoolboys. There were a few moments where he had pulled me into a dark alcove and practically had his way with me though we never got very far. So, why were things different now? Did he always hate me or was this some new trend he was going through? Did he actually like me when we were in school? If he did, why does he hate me now?

All these thoughts were driving me mad and the coming onslaught of tears wasn't helping.

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Marcus

Just staring at from behind was making me hard. There he stood, short brown hair lit by sunlight which cast his beautiful silhouette on my kitchen wall. He had this adorable dip in his back that curved out to form a delicious arse that I would just love to pound into the middle of next week. Merlin, Oliver Wood was so sexy…too bad I hated him. His attitude pissed me off. No matter how bad he screwed up or how many insults he spat about someone or another team, he was always innocent. It was like the whole world thought he was some kind of god but he just loved to play humble and pretend that he had no idea what they were talking about. Nothing ever made him angry; actually, he never really showed emotion except for on the Quidditch field. Just as he was looking around, I cleared my throat.

"Ahem," I coughed, causing him to whirl around in disbelief. I fought to keep a smile from spreading across my face.

"I-I didn't know where to put my things," he stammered out, nervousness heavy in his voice. As adorable as that was, I still hated him which made my eyes narrow.

"Last room on the right but before you do that, we need to go over some things. The hall bathroom is yours since I don't use it. I don't care how you decorate it or your room. The room across from yours is mine. You are not to go in there. Sheets and blankets are in the hall closet as I'm sure you guessed. I eat dinner around five but you can eat whenever. I cook my own meals which means I expect you to cook your own. I would prefer to have little to no contact with you but since this flat is so small, I'm bound to run into you at some point. Don't expect me to speak to you much. Also, at some point we're going to have to reproduce. When I decide to stick my dick in you, you're going to have to deal with it. Once I've got you knocked up and you give birth, you can screw whoever you want. Expect me to do the same. I don't really care what you do as long as it doesn't interrupt my life. Do you understand everything?" I asked, speaking rapidly. The idiot stood dumbfounded before nodding.

I quickly turned on my heel and stalked into the kitchen, starting a pot of tea. I heard him shuffle down the hallway and into his room. It wasn't long until the door was shut and I heard the sounds of unpacking. Quickly I set to tidying up the place. I preferred to manually clean my flat rather than use magic. I felt the extra effort gave the space a personal touch. When the sounds of moving furniture reached my ears, I was curious as to what exactly he was doing. Despite the curiosity, I continued about my cleaning. It was when everything was silent that I grew worried.

Quietly I made my way down the hall. Luckily for me, the keyhole of every door was old fashioned and big enough to peek through. He was seated, cross-legged, on his bed and staring at his hands like they were going to speak to him. The expression on his face was heartbreaking and even more so when I saw a tear fall. It reminded me of a day all those years ago. It was the day that I had fallen in love with Oliver Wood, a few months before he shattered my heart into a million pieces.

It was after a big Quidditch game which happened to be between Slytherin and Gryffindor. Wood had just received news that his uncle, who he had lived with for most of his life, had passed away. Despite the joy of his team winning, he was crushed and sobbing in the library. He figured he would be alone there so he could mourn but I had been around. I found him in a corner on the floor, sitting cross-legged and crying. I had snuck up to him and leaned against the wall, looking down at the pathetic but heart-wrenching sight. As much as I had wanted to make a mockery of him, a deeper and bigger part of me had wanted to comfort him so; I had sat down beside him for support.

He clung to me that night. I had even taken him to a private room of the castle so that he wouldn't have to sleep alone. Ever since that day, we would make out in dark alcoves, share stolen glances, touch hands in the halls and even such each other off. Of course, nothing went farther than that. I had been ready to give him my everything when the day he broke my heart came to pass. Although, that was a story for a different day.

Coming back from my memories, I watched as he curled up and rested his chin on his knees. I wanted to go to him. I wanted to hold him, stroke his hair and tell him that everything would be alright. Everything inside of my body begged me to swallow my pride and comfort him but I remained strong. Perhaps I had been a little harsh to him. Making up my mind, I stood and knocked on his door softly. It was a few minutes before he had opened the door. His eyes were red from crying and his voice was thick despite his efforts to hide those facts. It took everything in me to keep from reaching out and wiping away a stray tear that had fallen.

"I was wondering, since it's your first night here, if you would like to eat dinner with me?" I offered, forcing my eyes to lock with his. He saved me from embarrassment when his darted down to stare at the floor.

"I-I would like that," he practically whispered. With a curt nod, I moved back down the hall and into the kitchen to cook us both dinner.

It took a while but I had whipped up a nice casserole and some tea. Once our plates were full, we sat in silence while waiting for the other to make the first move. Slowly he gripped his fork and, with shaking hands, started to eat. A small smile spread across his face as he chewed his food. I could tell he liked it. I hid my own smile and started to eat as well. Although the food was good and the company wasn't all that bad, I couldn't help but remember my earlier thoughts.

Could this really be an opportunity to be with the man I was in love with again?

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Chapter 3 :D ! I'm so happy I finally got it typed up :D I hope you're all enjoying this fiction of mine!

Love,

Hannya