Author: Muttzrock
Title: Bedtime story
Chapter Title: Poor Uncle Marcus
Disclaimer: OWN NOTHING! NOT ONE DROP!
Pairings: Adult Harry/Draco, mentions of Oliver/Marcus, eventually young Harry/Draco
Warnings: Language and sexual incidents but nothing too explicit.
Summary 1: In the future, Harry and Draco are married with kids. They tell them the story on how they got together.
Summary 2: Harry tries to persuade Oliver to talk to Marcus, while Draco persuades Marcus to take revenge. This has a lot of Oliver and Marcus in it.
Notes: First time Harry Potter fic, please be nice when sending comment.
"Poor Uncle Marcus" Dan sighed sadly.
"Gryffindors never had their priorities straight" Draco sneered.
"I'm sitting right here" Harry wined
"I know love" Draco sniggered.
Harry ran after Oliver.
"Oliver!" But the 17 yr old ignored him and continued walking "Oliver, please talk to me, what was that all about?" Harry was still being ignored "For Merlin's sake! You love him!" That made Oliver stopped "I'm right, you love him. Why are you leaving him?"
"Because there are more important things" Harry could hear the sadness in Oliver's voice
"What's more important than what?" Oliver turned round.
"My friends, my reputation, my family, they are all more important than Marcus"
"Why do you have to choose? You told me being gay is accepted!"
"I LIED!"
"What?" Harry asked shocked at the outburst
"I lied; I said that gays are mostly accepted. Pure bloods hate us, the Ministries not so fond of us, my parents will never speak to me, and I don't know how my friends will take the news. I want to be a professional Quittich player, do you know how much shit I have to intake, when they realise that I'm gay!"
"I'm so sorry"
"Don't be, it's all my fault. I have to keep away from him!" Oliver turned back and continued running.
"Oliver, Oliver!"
"Go away! Draco!" Marcus yelled, He was sitting on the floor with his head in his hands
"You're being pathetic!" Draco told him while itching his arm that was in the swing.
"You really know how to cheer someone up"
"You are a Slytherin, you get what you want. He had no right to walk away!"
"You think I don't know that!"
"I suggest you get your revenge" Marcus looked up curiously at Draco.
"Maybe I should! He's the bastard! He's the one that doesn't love me!"
"Marcus?"
"What"
"You don't….you know…like Wood"
"Of course I don't, it's only for the sex" Marcus knew in his heart that he was lying, he hated love, he despised the whole essence of it, it made him weak, and yet for over 2 years he let himself drown in it. He did love Oliver, because everything about him was so perfect and Marcus wouldn't change a thing about him. But as he remembered Oliver walking away after calling him Flint, it was breaking Marcus, he hated that and for the first time he believed that he can actually hate Oliver, for not giving him the love he desperately needed.
Draco looked on to his friend in sympathy, an emotion he thought he had got rid of long ago, but Marcus was a friend, Draco didn't usually have friends. Crabbe and Goyle were bodyguards, Pansy was a love-sick puppy and most of the other Slytherins only stayed around him, to feel strong and powerful. Draco thought it was typical of a Gryffindor to do that, always doing the right thing, even if it does involve treading on a few people to do it, he knew Marcus wasn't going to be a dark wizard, granted Marcus did like tormenting and bullying younger students, but Marcus was bad not evil, Draco had yet to still figure which of the two he is because there is no way that he was good.
"I suggest you out him!" Draco said triumphantly.
"You what!"
"Out him, he broke up with you because he doesn't want the school to know he's an arse bandit, it's the perfect revenge, tell the whole of Hogwarts about him"
"He could tell the school about me"
"No-one would believe him, because you don't look even in the slightest bit gay, Wood has that "innocent-boyish" poofter look"
"I don't know"
"I thought you don't even like him"
"I don't!"
"Then what's the problem?"
"Nothing!"
"Then do it!"
"I'll think about it" Marcus whispered, Draco was right it would be a great plan, to crush Oliver that would make him happy, to hurt him, to embarrass him, that would be so much fun. Oliver would be tormented for the rest of his existence, as a Slytherin, Marcus should be excited by this prospect. So why wasn't he? Why did he want to protect Oliver?
The weeks had gone by and both men were miserable, Marcus still hadn't given Draco an answer to whether he should out Oliver. Neither of the two had been eating properly, and it was making Harry worried and Draco angry.
Harry was sat next to Oliver on the Gryffindor table in the great hall, he watched as the older boy played around with his food without eating it.
"Why can't you keep your relationship hidden, I mean you did it for two years and nobody found out" whispered Harry in Oliver's ear. Oliver sighed and put down his fork.
"Because it's too risky"
"What's too risky?" asked Ron with a mouthful of food, Ron was sitting next to Seamus and was eavesdropping on his two friends conversation.
"We're talking about Quittich tactics" answered Harry, it looked like Ron was going to say something else but Seamus got his attention and they started talking about some nonsense. He turned back to Oliver "You're miserable, I have never seen you so depressed"
"Harry, leave it"
"Do you know what's wrong with our Oliver then?" asked Fred walking on the right side of Harry.
"Yeah what's up with his game?" asked George on the left side of Harry. The team had noticed that Oliver just wasn't caring anymore, and with a Slytherin game coming up, that was never good.
"I don't know" Harry lied
"Yes you do" Fred and George said simultaneously.
"Bugger off!" he shouted at the twins and strode ahead.
"I'm confused" Dan said, scratching his scalp.
"Aren't you always" Tom laughed earning a smack from his brother. He glared at Dan earning a glare back.
"Don't start, or we won't finish the story and you two have to go straight to bed" Draco told them in his authority voice. The twins stopped glaring and looked back at their dads.
"I'm still confused though"
"What are you confused about?" asked Harry
"Well if Uncle Oliver and Marcus are so sad without each other, why aren't they together?"
"Because they're idiots" Draco answered.
"Draco" Harry said warningly, then looked at the kids "Well yes they are, but everyone acts like idiots in love"
"Except me of course"
"Shut up Draco"
Harry was getting tired, he had so much to think about; Sirius, Dementers and Oliver. He was in his own world so he didn't notice when he was pushed roughly to the side by Draco.
"Watch your step Potter!" Draco sneered.
"Fuck off Malfoy" countered Harry
"Ooh look, little Potter's standing up for himself, and all this time I thought you Gryffindors hide behind your friends when the going gets tough"
"What's that supposed to mean?" Harry said even though he knew he had a good guess by what Draco meant.
"You know what I meant, Wood's a total coward. He has taken a low that I thought even you Gryffindors wouldn't take"
"Can't Flint fight his own battles then" Harry spat at Draco
"We're not joined at the hip, not like you and Wood!"
"What do you want Malfoy?"
"Just to torment you, it's my favourite hobby don't you know?"
"You're a git Malfoy" Harry paused as he realised something "How did you know about Oliver and Flint anyways" Draco was stunned.
"That's non of your business" he paused then asked "How did you know about Marcus and Wood?"
"Not saying"
They paused as they looked at each other in disbelief
"You're…" they said together as there eyes grew wide and realisation hit them like a tom of bricks.
"We never speak of this again" Draco told him
"Never and we wont tell anyone" Harry offered
"Of course" Draco confirmed, they both walked in opposite directions, not looking back.
Oliver felt a hand grab his arm suddenly, then shoved him in an empty room.
"What the…"
"Sh" whispered Marcus
"Flint?"
"My name's Marcus"
"You're Flint to me"
"Since when?"
"Don't do this"
"Why not?" Marcus gripped Oliver's arm tightly
"Get off me!"
"Not until you tell me, why you're doing this?"
"It's because I don't feel anything for you"
"I know you're lying" Marcus's hand automatically gripped tighter
"You're an ugly troll! How can anyone want to be with you!" Oliver couldn't believe those words passed his lips "God I'm so sorry" Marcus's face was stone cold.
"You're right, who could care for a troll like me" Marcus left, leaving Oliver alone, until a couple hours later when Harry found him.
"Oliver what happened?" Oliver burst into tears. Harry held him, as Oliver's tears soaked his top.
After Oliver calmed down he told Harry what he had told Marcus.
"I didn't mean to call him that. Oh for the love of fuck's sake, I want to take it back, because I don't think he's ugly, I think he's beautiful, I know he gets a hard time about his looks, how could I say that at him"
"Do you love him?" Harry asked out of the blue "Why can't you say that you love him?"
"Because it'll only make it harder"
It was the Quittich match Gryffindor VS Slytherin, the game was full on anger and rivalry. Adrian through the chauffel to Marcus, who shot the ball hard at one of the hoops, sadly Oliver blocked it and through it to Katie Bell. The game continued but Oliver and Marcus seemed to be stuck in time, they stared at each other. Oliver felt a sickening chill up his spine as he saw the hatred in Marcus's eyes, eyes that used to fill him with warmth and love but now is shooting daggers at him.
"I've decided something that might interest you" Marcus said spitefully
"What?" Oliver cautiously asked
"I'm going to out you, you fucked up twat" Marcus laughed an evil laugh, it was fake to his own ears
"You wouldn't!" Oliver was shocked, how could he do that to him, after everything they shared.
"I would, you think you could treat me like dirt and not get away with it" Marcus knew he wouldn't he just wanted to hurt Oliver.
"You're such a bastard"
"And you're a gayboy and everyone in the school will know"
"Drop dead!" as the words flied through the sky, not a moment later, a bludger collided sharply to the back of Marcus's head and he fell off his broom, all the way down "MARCUS!" cried Oliver as the man that he loved landed heavily on the ground.
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