Title: Truth behind the name and the lies pt.3
Pairing: DracoxHarry, OliverxPercy, twincest, growing RemusxSeverus,
Fandom : HP
Notes: An abused boy finds out he's a wizard and a hero; his tormented mind rebels. One person sees through the misconceptions to the real Harry and treats him the way he deserves. How does this change them both and those around them
Pairings I Know of: DracoxHarry, twincest, OliverxPercy, RemusxSeverus, Blaisexmale [Virtual cookies for the person who guesses the name,] I'm going to let Bill end up with Fleur I like them. Stalker Ginny! Partial tempting to allow Seamus and Colin *hides*

If you want to read the rev yumminess then you'll have to read it on the lj community truthbehindthename which you will have to ADD. I decided to be good and not post it here. I'll be posting the sexy goodness there.

Chapter 19- The Hogwarts' Quidditch Cup and the Head Boy

The remainder of the year passed without incident, the closeness between the Head of Gryffindor and Slytherin bridging the ages of animosity.

Then came the Final match of the year; Gryffindor versus Slytherin, Draco versus Harry.

The whole of Gryffindor House was obsessed with the coming match.; Gryffindor hadn't won the Quidditch Cup solely since the legendary Charlie Weasley; Percy, Fred and George's second older brother, had been Seeker. But Harry doubted whether any of them, even Wood, wanted to win as much as he did. The relationship between Harry and Draco was closest it had ever been.

Never in anyone's memory, had a match approached in such a highly anticipated atmosphere. By the time the holidays were over, historical tension between the two teams and their Houses was breaking down. The relationship between the Heads of their Houses and between the so-called Boy Who Lived and the Young Prince of Slytherin was changing all of them

All usual pursuits were abandoned in the Gryffindor common room the night before the match.

Even Hermione had put down her books. "I can't work, I can't concentrate," she said nervously.

Draco and Harry were going to have to face each other, would the more talented boy win?

There was a great deal of noise; Fred and George Weasley were dealing with the pressure by being louder and more exuberant than ever.

Oliver Wood was crouched over a model of a Quidditch field in the corner, prodding little figures across it with his wand and muttering to himself Percy watched him with a smile, seeing Oliver intent like this was erotic.

Angelina, Alicia, and Katie were laughing at Fred's and George's jokes. the twins were in sync.

It came as a relief when Wood suddenly stood up and yelled, "Team! Bed!"

Percy followed Oliver with a smile, clasping his lover and best friend hand, "You'll win, I know you will."

"I'll win, for you Percy. I want this to the highlight of our years here. I want to hand you the Cup." Oliver whispered in his ear, hugging him briefly.

XoooooX

Harry was sitting with Draco, Severus and Remus, removed from the excitement of the two house, trying not to think about the next day, because every time he did, he worried. He didn't like being in opposition to Draco.

XoooooX

Harry and the rest of the Gryffindor team entered the Great Hall the next day to enormous applause. Harry couldn't help grinning broadly as he saw that both the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff tables were applauding them too. The Slytherin table hissed loudly as they passed. Harry noticed that Draco looked even paler than usual.

Draco must be taking having to face him in the air hard.

Wood spent the whole of breakfast urging his team to eat, while touching nothing himself.

Until Percy placed a hand on his arm, "Please eat. You have to set a good example for your team."

Then he hurried them off to the field before anyone else had finished, so they could get an idea of the conditions. As they left the Great Hall, everyone applauded again.

"Good luck, Harry!" Draco smiled.

Harry felt himself blushing.

"Okay — no wind to speak of — sun's a bit bright, that could impair your vision, watch out for it — ground's fairly hard, good, that'll give us a fast kickoff —" Wood paced the field, staring around with the team behind him.

Finally, they saw the front doors of the castle open in the distance and the rest of the school spilling onto the lawn.

"Locker rooms," said Wood tersely.

None of them spoke as they changed into their scarlet robes.

Harry wondered if they were feeling like he was: as though he'd eaten something extremely wriggly for breakfast.

In what seemed like no time at all, Wood was saying, "Okay, it's time, let's go —"

They walked out onto the field to a tidal wave of noise. Three quarters of the crowd was wearing scarlet rosettes, waving scarlet flags with the Gryffindor lion upon them, or brandishing banners with slogans like "GO GRYFFINDOR!" and "LIONS FOR THE CUP." Behind the Slytherin goal posts, however, two hundred people were wearing green; the silver serpent of Slytherin glittered on their flags, and Professor Snape sat in the very front row, wearing green like everyone else, and a very grim smile.

"And here are the Gryffindors!" yelled Lee Jordan, who was acting as commentator as usual. "Potter, Bell, Johnson, Spinnet, Weasley, Weasley, and Wood. Widely acknowledged as the best team Hogwarts has seen in a good few years —"

Lee's comments were drowned by a tide of 'boos' from the Slytherin end.

"And here come the Slytherin team, led by Captain Flint. He's made some changes in the lineup and seems to be going for size rather than skill."

"Captains, shake hands!" said Madam Hooch.

Flint and Oliver approached each other and grasped each other's hand very tightly; it looked as though each was trying to break the other's fingers.

"Mount your brooms!" said Madam Hooch. "Three… two… one…"

The sound of her whistle was lost in the roar from the crowd as fourteen brooms rose into the air. Harry felt his hair fly back off his forehead; his nerves left him in the thrill of the flight; he glanced around, saw Draco on his tail, and sped off in search of the Snitch.

"And it's Gryffindor in possession, Alicia Spinner of Gryffindor with the Quaffle, heading straight for the Slytherin goal posts, looking good, Alicia! Argh, no — Quaffle intercepted by Warrington, Warrington of Slytherin tearing UP the field — WHAM! — nice Bludger work there by George Weasley, Warrington drops the Quaffle, it's caught by — Johnson, Gryffindor back in possession, come on, Angelina — nice swerve around Montague — duck, Angelina, that's a Bludger! – SHE SCORES! TEN-ZERO TO GRYFFINDOR!"

Angelina punched the air as she soared around the end of the field; the sea of scarlet below was screaming its delight

It was turning into the dirtiest game Harry had ever played in. Enraged that Gryffindor had taken such an early lead, the Slytherins minus Draco were rapidly resorting to any means to take the Quaffle. Bole hit George with his club and tried to say he'd thought she was a Bludger. Fred Weasley elbowed Bole in the face in retaliation. Madam Hooch awarded both teams penalties, and Oliver pulled off another spectacular save, making the score forty-ten to Gryffindor.

The Snitch had disappeared again.

Draco was still keeping close to Harry as he soared over the match, looking around for it once Gryffindor was fifty points ahead —

Katie scored. Fifty-ten.

Fred and George were swooping around her, clubs raised, in case any of the Slytherins were thinking of revenge.

Bole and Derrick took advantage of Fred's and George's absence to aim both Bludgers at Oliver; they caught him in the stomach, one after the other, and he rolled over in the air, clutching his Firebolt, completely winded.

Percy yelled, "Oliver." he knew that Playing Quidditch was what his lover wanted by seeing him hurt like that angered and pained him. Surely, Severus didn't agree to this.

Madam Hooch was beside herself, "YOU DO NOT ATTACK THE KEEPER UNLESS THE QUAFFLE IS WITHIN THE SCORING AREA!" she shrieked at Bole and Derrick. "Gryffindor penalty!"

Then Angelina scored, sixty to ten.

Moments later, Fred pelted a Bludger at Warrington, knocking the Quaffle out of his hands;

Alicia seized it and put it through the Slytherin goal, seventy-ten.

The Gryffindor crowd below was screaming itself hoarse since Gryffindor was sixty points in the lead, and if Harry caught the Snitch now, the Cup was theirs.

Harry could almost feel hundreds of eyes following him as he soared around the field, high above the rest of the game, with Draco speeding along behind him. Harry, who had almost pelted headlong into the stands, skidded to a halt in midair, reversed, and zoomed back into the middle of the field.

And then he saw something to make his heart stand still. Draco was diving, a look of triumph on his face, there, a few feet above the grass below, was a tiny, golden glimmer.

Harry urged the Nimbus Two Thousand and One downward, but Draco was miles ahead.

"Go! Go! Go!" Harry urged his broom. He was gaining on Draco, Harry flattened himself to the broom handle as Bole sent a Bludger at him. Then he was neck and neck with his friend, "YES!" he pulled out of his dive, his hand in the air, and the stadium exploded. Harry soared above the crowd, an odd ringing in his ears. The tiny golden ball was held tight in his fist, beating its wings hopelessly against his fingers.

Then Oliver was speeding toward him, half-blinded by tears; he seized Harry around the neck and sobbed unrestrainedly into his shoulder. Harry felt two large thumps as Fred and George hit them; then Angelina's, Alicia's, and Katie's voices, "We've won the Cup! We've won the Cup!" Tangled together in a many-armed hug, the Gryffindor team sank, yelling hoarsely, back to earth.

Wave upon wave of crimson supporters was pouring over the barriers onto the field. Hands were raining down on their backs. Harry had a confused impression of noise and bodies pressing in on him. Then he, and the rest of the team, were hoisted onto the shoulders of the crowd.

There was Percy, jumping up and down like a maniac, all dignity forgotten because his lover finally had what he'd told him he wanted besides his heart.

Professor McGonagall was sobbing harder even than Wood, wiping her eyes with an enormous Gryffindor flag. and there, fighting their way toward Harry, were Hermione and Blaise. Words failed them, they simply beamed as Harry was borne toward the stands, where McGonagall, Remus and Severus stood waiting with the enormous Quidditch Cup.

Oliver took the Cup from the Headmistress and walked to Percy, holding it out for you, "I've wanted to win this so I could give it to you all season." he was sore but he was happy.

Percy blushed reaching for one hand of the cup, his hand resting on Oliver's, "I'm glad you won. Seeing you so pleased means the world to me." He moved to kiss his lover, his first show of public affection since they'd become a couple. "I hope this win give you a place on a professional team. I want you to be happy."

Oliver shoved the Cup at Fred, he lifted his arms and wrapped them Percy. "If I won was that your reward?"

Percy looked up at him, "I would have give you it even if you didn't win."

They kissed again to roaring applause or yells of shock.

XoooooX

Percy took his N.E.W.T.s and was confident he'd passed. They had a home to live in and he had a job he was happy with.

Oliver would be signed to a team, the only question now was which one. The last game had been witnessed by scouts that Lucius had invited.

Draco, Harry, Blaise and Hermione's marks were the same as they had been previously. Honestly, the exams were far too easy.

Fred and George were confident they did well on their O.W.L.S. they would get no lower then Exceeds Expectation they were sure of it. Fred was still prefect and sadly, Oliver and Percy were graduating. Losing them to the adult world would be sad but they had until it was their turn to join them.

Remus had seemly broken the curse; he hadn't died or been hurt too badly to continue as the Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor. Neither had he chosen to resign or leave, he wanted to stay with Severus, had that been the difference?

won't let me post part 4. If you want to read you will HAVE To add the community posted on my profile. I hope to see you there. It's about to get interesting. Maybe I'll post some real text. By chapter 3 of part 4 Blaise's loneliness might be over...

Will Hermione be the only one without love?