Oliver

Against my better judgment, I went after him. Honestly, what was he thinking? It was freezing outside and all he had on was that stupid half-zip jumper of his. With a groan, I pulled on one of my heavier coats and grabbed his before charging out the door and after him. I didn't have the slightest clue where he was going until I got outside. A single set of footprints in the snow led away from the front door of the apartment building and down the road. With a sigh, I followed my only clue as to where Marcus Flint could possibly be. It seemed like I had been following the footprints for ages when I finally happened upon a small park at the end of the road.

The park was old and abandoned. The only things that actually adorned the sad plot of land were one swing set consisting of two rusty swings, a metal slide and a bench where Flint sat with his back to me. He had his arms wrapped around himself and he was shaking. I couldn't tell whether the shakes were from the cold or tears. I could feel my heart breaking as I watched the pitiful man shiver alone in the quickly approaching night. Softly and silently, I approached him to stand a few feet away. He didn't even look up at me as I stood close by, staring down at his figure.

"I thought you might need this," I said softly, lifting the coat in my hand slightly.

The dark-haired beauty looked up slightly and eyed the coat before looking further up at me. His cheeks were stained from the tears he had undoubtedly shed. The rims of his eyes were red and he looked close to sickly. My heart broke more than it had before. I had caused this and I hadn't even intended to. I could imagine that's how Flint was feeling right about then and had been feeling for the past two weeks. I had done him the same unkindness he had done me. As his eyes were searching mine, they dropped away to stare at the coat before he shook his head, rejecting my help. With a stubborn snort, I threw the coat around his shoulders and sat beside him.

"What have I done to you, Marcus?" using his first name for the first time in years. His eyes were fixed on the ground but they widened at the sound of his name. Still, he didn't look up at me.

"Does it really matter?" he asked quietly. I could hear the defeat in his voice.

"Yes, it does matter. I obviously hurt you in a very bad way a long time ago…I think…I remember the night you were talking about earlier but, could you at least tell me about what you remember? I want to be on the same page as you. I want to understand," my voice had started out soft and ended in a whisper as my eyes desperately searched his profile. With a small sigh, he nodded.

"I remember that night so clearly…It had been a week after you had told me that you were falling for me. I hadn't known what to say but I remember kissing you after you had told me. That night a week later, I was heading to the library where we usually met to tell you that I was falling for you too. I was going to tell you that if I wanted to lose my virginity to anyone, I wanted it to be you. I had even started planning some long and ridiculous speech in my head because, for the first time in my life, I felt like I actually meant something to somebody…and then I heard you…you were with one of the twins at the table in the back corner where we always met."

"You were saying no when I walked up and then he was trying to convince you to sleep with him. He wanted to make someone jealous, he never said who, and he wanted you to be the one to help him. I remember you telling him that you and I had just reached a new level in our awkward relationship and he had told you that what we had wasn't, and I quote, "a real relationship. If he really cared about you, Oli, he would have said so. He's just using you. All he wants is your body and once he gets it, he'll leave. If you sleep with me, at least we'll still be friends." Then, I heard the words that ruined it all…" he finished in sorrowful whisper after he choked out most of the story.

"You're right," I finished for him. I had said those two words not even a moment after George had propositioned me.

"…Those words ripped me in half…I couldn't think or breath. All I could do was back away and run…I never wanted to see your face again or hear your voice…" he mumbled, choking on his words for a moment. His eyes were focused on the ground but I could see the tears dripping to the ground.

"That's why you stopped coming near me…that's why you shoved me when I tried to talk to you the next day…" I whispered, realization hitting me. The brunet nodded, confirming my thoughts.

"I was so hurt…" he choked out, more tears falling.

"Marcus, I wish you would have stayed for the rest of the conversation. After I said those words, George had given me a dumbfounded look and I explained to him what I meant by saying "you're right." I had said that in response to his comment about him and me still being friends. I then explained to him that my heart belonged to you and it always would. He called me a joke and stormed off, ranting about how stupid I was being and about how you would ruin my life. I had ignored him. Marcus, I never slept with George. I've…never slept with anyone…" I confessed at the end, my own eyes staring at the spot where his tears were staining the snow. His eyes widened and, finally, he looked up at me. My eyes looked up to lock with his.

"W-What?" he stammered.

"You dumby, I'm incapable of lying. When I told him that my heart belonged to you and always would, I was telling the truth. My heart has never belonged to anyone else. Despite all the hateful and hurtful comments I've said to you over the years, I've never stopped loving you," I made another confession.

"You've always loved me?" he asked, mouth hanging slightly open.

"Yes, Marcus Flint, I have always loved you," I answered with a nod and a slight smile. His eyes widened more and fresh tears came to his eyes.

"Merlin, Oliver…I never knew…if I had…oh, Merlin! I've been so cruel to you! I never meant a word of it, honest!" he apologized quickly, working himself into a panic.

"It's alright…I just…there's one way you can make it up to me…" I said quietly, a light blush coming to my cheeks.

"Anything, I'll do anything," he said quickly, moving closer. I swallowed the lump in my throat.

"Tell me how you feel…about me…" I mumbled after a pause in the middle. His wide eyes softened and he smiled a bit, letting out a soft chuckle.

"Honestly?" he asked with that dumb smile of his.

"Yes, honestly," I answered, slightly afraid now but still not knowing what to make of his expression.

"I've been in love with you since the day I laid eyes on you," he confessed, reaching a hand up to stroke my cheek. A brighter blush than the one before crept up my cheeks.

"No lie?" I asked.

"No lie and, to prove it to you, I'm going to give you something," he said calmly.

"And what are you going to give me?" I asked nervously.

Suddenly, but still somehow slowly, he leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on my lips. His eyes were shut and our knees were touching. The kiss wasn't heated but it did have a tinge of lust in it. Despite the somewhat animal emotion, the kiss was longing and needy. It was an apology and a promise. He was apologizing for everything he had ever done and promising to never do it again. How could I refuse such a promise? Softly, I returned the kiss, putting my own promise into it. I was promising to keep loving him…no matter how much of an arse he could be.

DunDunDun…

Marcus

After our first kiss in the snow, Oliver and I had spent hours on the cold bench reminiscing about our days as schoolboys. He had even, after much prodding, admitted to having a few masturbatory fantasies about me. I had also admitted to such fantasies about him. While we were having such a grand old time talking about our past, Oliver had stopped and blushed a deep shade of red. I wasn't quite sure what had brought on the sudden embarrassment but to see him so nervous was adorable.

"M-Marcus?" he stammered quietly. I had to suppress my chuckle.

"Yes, Oliver?" I answered with another question. He blushed a deeper shade of red than I thought possible.

"W-We're already engaged and all but, um…" he let his voice trail off. I tilted my head to the side, not quiet understanding what he trying to say.

"But what?" I asked softly, not trying to sound pushy.

"D-Do you still hate the idea of getting married to me?" he asked in a rush. I was guessing that he felt if he just spit it out, it would be easier. I would have had to suppress another chuckle if I hadn't been so shocked at the question.

"Oliver, I know I haven't been the kindest of men the past couple of weeks and I'm really sorry about that. I also know that, even after tonight, you might have doubts about my love for you. I want to assure you right now that I am indeed in love with you and that I am happy to be marrying you. I may not have anything right now but I have every intention of getting you a ring and if you even think about protesting, I will punish you," I ended with a stern nod. His blush had become a rather unhealthy shade of red and he was now biting his lip with wide eyes.

"R-Ring? P-Punish me?" he stammered, his fists clenching the material of his jeans.

"Oh yes, I plan to punish you rather harshly should you refuse my gift," I gave him a devilish wink and he dropped his face. I let my chuckle go as I leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on his cheek before standing and offering him my hand.

"Come on, Oli. Let's go home," I smiled down at him warmly. His eyes made contact with mine and his face brightened at mention of his nickname.

He slid his hand into mine and laced his fingers between my own. Slowly I led him back to the flat where we sat together and drank peppermint tea to warm ourselves. I built a fire in the fireplace and sat on the couch next to my future husband. I had taken a seat in the corner of the leather couch seated cozily in front of the fire and Oli had taken his seat next to me. He sat curled up and barefoot with his head relaxing on my shoulder. He seemed happy with the seating position and even nuzzled me. He certainly was adorable. The clearing of his throat pulled me out of my thoughts and my eyes met his nervous gaze.

"Marcus?" he asked quietly.

"Yes?" I answered just as quietly.

"Why don't you have any pictures of your family or friends? Your mantle is completely bare and you only have paintings of landscapes," he observed softly. I chuckled a bit.

"Well, I'm not exactly the easiest guy to get along with. I mean, the only real friend I have is Draco Malfoy but he spends all of his time with Harry…I don't really like to associate with others and from what I've read in QLT, you don't either," I chuckled softly. He sat up a little more and looked at me as if I had grown a second head.

"You read the articles about me in QLT?" he asked in astonishment. I blushed a light shade of pink and stared at the floor.

"I, uh, actually saved all of the articles in a shoe box and threw the rest of the magazines out," I answered shyly. He chuckled a bit and kissed my cheek softly.

"I did the same thing with your articles," he whispered in my ear and kissed my cheek again. I brought my eyes back up and shifted to face him.

Softly, I leaned in and placed a small kiss on his lips. I decided to let a hand rest on his thigh as I set my cuppa down on the table next to his and kissed him again. His eyes shut as he returned the kiss. I followed suit and brought my other hand up to rest on his cheek. As our kiss was starting to become a bit more heated, I took my lips from his and kissed along his jaw line. I then moved the kisses down to his neck, causing him to tilt his head so I could gain better access to his flesh. Slowly and softly I kissed, sucked and nipped at the skin on his neck. I was determined to leave my mark on him. As I was doing so, he brought his hand up my arm and into my hair.

As I continued my regime to leave a small bruise on his neck, he would tug at my hair or moan and gasp quietly. He had brought his other hand up to my thigh where he would grip when he gave a particularly loud gasp of pleasure. I could feel him shift closer to me. He shifted so close that he eventually laid down and pulled me on top of him. I moved from the first bruise I had given him and on to make a new one. The lower halves of our bodies were pressed firmly together as I continued with the hickey giving. He was starting to get hard and when his growing erection pressed into my own, it made mine grow faster. As he sensed our arousals he pressed his hands against my chest and pushed.

"M-Marcus," he gasped loudly.

"Yes, my love?" I asked softly.

"W-We need to s-stop…" he answered in between gasps.

"Are you not enjoying my foreplay?" I asked, a little worried I had done something wrong.

"No, no, not at all. I love it, actually but…" his voice trailed off.

"Yes?" I asked quietly.

"I'm not ready to…give up my virginity, just yet," he answered with a short pause in the middle. Understanding washed over me and I nodded.

"Of course. I understand perfectly," I smiled down at him, wanting to laugh at my own stupidity. He smiled crookedly back.

"Y-You do?" he asked.

"Yes, my love, I do. However, if you don't mind, there is something I would like to try," I offered with a small smile.

"O-Oh? What is it?" he asked nervously and I gave him a wicked grin.

DunDunDun…

Well, I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. I figured I would leave it at an interesting part so that you all would be hanging in suspense ;) can any of you guess what's going to happen next? I would love to know what you think is going to happen. You might just be right ;) Anyway, I'll post the next chapter when I can :D

Love,

Hannya (^_^)