Incorrigible Infatuation

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5.)

Oh, life is bigger
It's bigger than you
And you are not me
The lengths that I will go to
The distance in your eyes
Oh no, I've said too much
I set it up


The new year came with a lot of hype. Harry frowned deeply, his back was against Marcus’ bare chest, and he was staring at the Daily Prophet in disgust. Marcus’ fingers were gliding across Harry’s neck and shoulder, sliding down his arm to his wrist before going back up again.

“This is bull shit,” Harry scowled and showed Marcus the page.

He took it. “She’s a bitch.”

“No kidding! Of all the people - Hagrid? What did he ever do to her?”

“She doesn’t need a reason,” Marcus said handing the paper back.

“So what if he’s half-giant? I could careless what his blood is,” Harry ranted. “He was the first friend I ever had and a damn good one at that. He bought me Hedwig for my birthday, which coincidentally was my first birthday gift.”

Marcus frowned. “You never received a birthday gift?”

Harry laughed sourly. “The Dursleys? They’re muggles Marcus, they hate me.”

“Why are you living there then?”

“I have no other family, well I have a godfather but he’s on the run.”

Marcus pressed his nose into Harry’s hair and breathed in. “I knew about Black before you told me.”

Harry kind of figured. “Malfoy knew before I knew. It’s not true though. He was never a Voldemort supporter. It was Pettigrew the entire time and I let him live.”

“What do you mean?” Marcus asked.

“Confronted him last year, Remus Lupin and Sirius wanted to kill him…”

“Professor Lupin? The Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher?”

“Mhmm, best friends in school them and my dad.”

“Oh, you stopped them?”

Harry nodded. “Stupid, right?”

Marcus didn’t know how to answer that. He could say no or yes. Either one was a truth in itself. “What do you think?”

“I wanted Sirius to be free. With Pettigrew’s body, they’d never know it. Yet, I wonder somehow if it was more good than bad… because he escaped. He’s with Voldemort right now.”

Marcus eyes widened and he clutched Harry. “What?!”

Harry gazed back to see that his boyfriend had paled considerably. “Wormtail escaped and rushed to Voldemort’s side. He’s not back - not yet anyway. He’s not exactly human yet. I can’t explain what he is…”

“You’ve had dreams.”

“Mhmm.” Harry nodded.

“You wake up in fits.”

“Scar hurts.”

Marcus brushed the fringe off of Harry’s forehead and gazed at it. “Do you think he will return?” The man’s voice was strained terribly.

Harry sighed. “It’s inevitable.”

Marcus cursed and brushed a hand over his face. “That’s not good.”

“No, I daresay it isn’t.”

“You know my family is worse than Malfoy’s.” Marcus muttered darkly.

“I kind of gathered that,” Harry said. “Will you be forced into it?”

“Probably.”

“Will you?”

Marcus shrugged. “Depends on my survival, Harry,” he grunted.

“Being with me doesn’t ensure that,” Harry whispered.

The Slytherin wrapped his arms around Harry and squeezed tightly. “Does it bother you? That I may be a Death Eater?”

“Yes,” Harry admitted wincing at the tightness in the hold. “You shouldn’t have to bow to anyone, Marcus.”

Marcus laughed darkly. “My family worships the ground he walks on. My mother fantasizes about fucking him-” He hissed. Harry flinched. “My father doesn’t give a shit - he loves endless rounds of muggle torture and obliteration.”

Harry was very still, a streak of fear and confusion in his eyes. “-and you?” He dared to ask.

“They can go to hell,” Marcus growled out into Harry’s ear.

A shiver crawled up his spine at Marcus’ words. He bit down on Harry’s neck, making him whimper and naturally loll his head to the side granting Marcus access.

The bite marks were a little obvious by morning. Hermione was snickering at him in her oatmeal as he poured over his Transfiguration essay. He’d nicked Hermione’s notes and was just finishing it.

“You have love bites,” she teased with amusement. Viktor was sitting opposite and grinning into his bacon.

“Mhmm, are yours hidden?” Harry countered making her choke and Viktor stare owlishly.

Neville who was next to Harry was blushing furiously and shook his head. “The conversations you lot hold these days.”

Harry winked at Neville. “Shock value is always nice.”

“Isn’t it?” Hermione regained herself. “And anyway if I did have bite marks…”

“You’d tell me in full detail,” Harry said tauntingly and flicked his eyes to Viktor whose cheeks had grown a rather attractive shade of red.

Hermione moaned out and then nodded pathetically, while Viktor shook his head with amusement. “Maybe later,” he mumbled going back to his breakfast.

“Harry, what are we going to do about Hagrid?” She then asked changing the subject.

Harry sighed. “I don’t know, we can try his hut tonight.”

“Break down the door if he doesn’t answer,” Hermione mumbled. “I can’t believe that wench!”

“I can,” Viktor put in. “She was always nasty, hovering around the World Cup like some bug.”

Harry received a letter each from Sirius, Bill, and Remus. Each one different. Ron was still not speaking to either him or Hermione but what could he do? Drop his relationship simply because Ron didn’t like it? Hermione stop being with Viktor because he was jealous? That was stupid. Viktor was a nice guy. For one, fame didn’t go to his head; he seemed to treat Hermione with complete and utter respect and another, Harry liked him. He was friendly and shy.

“Alright, Mr. Potter enough with my notes,” she teased snagging them back.

Harry stuck out his tongue and rolled up his essay. “Thank m’lady,” he said back. “Won’t be late again.”

“Yeah right.” Hermione rolled her eyes good-naturedly. “I let you get away with it because of the tournament.”

Harry beamed. “Knew I loved ya for a reason!” He said kissing her cheek and getting up at the same time as everyone else.

“Oh, yes for my super note taking!”

Viktor grinned at the byplay.

“That and much more, Miss Granger. I promise you that while your note taking is wickedly perfect there are other reasons why I do!” He bowed mockingly and set off out the door as Neville burst into laughter from the display.

“There had better be or my shoe’s going to go up your-” She trailed off leaving both Harry and Viktor to laugh.

“That would hurt today…” Harry mumbled rubbing his backside at the thought.

Viktor snorted. “Have a good day in class.” He kissed Hermione’s cheek and clapped Harry’s shoulder before leaving with some of his fellow Durmstrang students.

“Ulgh, can’t you lot get a room?” Ron sneered.

Hermione put her hands on her hips. “Would you stop being a stupid little prat for once, Ronald? Why do you have a problem with our relationships? It doesn’t visibly affect you in any sort of way. Just before the ball, you were ranting and raving about Viktor Krum wanting to kiss his feet and get his autograph! And Harry’s relationship is none of your business. You don’t have to like anyone Harry is seeing just as he doesn’t have to like anyone you would be seeing. Yet here you are, believing you’re the center of the bloody universe, well Ronald Weasley you’re not and tonight you get your lazy arse down to Hagrid’s hut with us or I will beat it red!”

Harry chuckled as the congregation gathered to hear Ron being chewed out by Hermione. It was a sight worth a thousand words.

After classes, Harry ran into Marcus and gave him a kiss. “Where are you headed?”

Adrian and Hugh were standing around trying not to pay attention; it was awkward for them.

“Beat down Hagrid’s door, no idea how long I’ll be.”

Marcus kissed him again and bit his lower lip.

Ron was cringing and rushing away, Harry laughed in Marcus’ mouth when Hermione knocked Ron to the floor and smacked him in the arse with her textbook.

Marcus scowled at him but it wasn’t meant to be mean, he gazed over to see Hermione beating up Ron with a book.

“Stupid, immature prat!”

Even the Slytherins were laughing.

“Ow, Hermione! Stop it with the books…”

“Maybe you’ll get some sense knocked into you!”

“Oomph, ow! Yeouchhh!”

Harry was doubling over with giggles, hanging onto Marcus for support while watching the scene. Even Viktor who had come in from the Durmstrang Ship found himself laughing hard at his girlfriend.

“Never anger that girl,” Harry warned looking over his shoulder at Viktor.

“I can see that…”

Even Draco was found staring at the scene with a mixture of amusement instead of his usual aristocratic sneers. “How eloquent.”

The twins found them and then cringed when they saw Harry in Marcus’ arms.

“Weird! Ron beaten by books and Harry and a Slytherin…” Fred muttered shaking his head.

“Never thought I’d see the day-”

“When Harry rebelled against society,” he finished for his brother.

“HERMIONE!” Harry called, making her look up. He then pointed to Fred and George. “Them next.”

Hermione’s eyes narrowed and the boys looked at one another.

“Uh oh,” they said in unison.

“I think we should run, Fred.”

“I think so too, George.”

“RUN!” They shouted at the same time and rushed off, knocking poor Dean and Ginny over leaving Hermione to blink and shrug.

“I’ll wait till they come back.”

“Very Slytherin,” Marcus purred huskily into Harry’s ear.

“What’s better than to sick a woman on a bunch of boys?” Harry mused and kissed Marcus again. “See you tonight?”

“As always.”

Harry rushed off to Hermione and looked down at Ron who was covering himself. “Hurry and change your stuff! We have a friend to pull out of his hut.”

Ron whimpered but nodded before scrambling up and running away before Hermione could lay any more punishment out on him.

“That felt good,” Hermione confessed. “I want to do it again.”

“Wait till you find the twins.”

She grinned evilly. “Double.”

(o)

Harry, Ron, and Hermione were once again in Hagrid’s hut. Hermione fixed them tea and after a long conversation that involved some revelations about Hagrid’s mother and father, they had him all cheered up.

Professor Dumbledore stopped by and Harry moved down and sat close by.

Ron had his head bowed but he wasn’t saying much even though he did nod vigorously when Hermione and Harry insisted that they missed him in classes and didn’t care that he had giant blood in him.

“Really, Hagrid though look at what I have in my blood. The Dursleys,” he reminded. “That’s worse than giant blood.”

Hagrid chortled at this and Dumbledore smiled brightly. “See Hagrid? You can’t judge a person by their blood.”

Ron sighed heavily when this was said and buried his face into his hands. “Are you sure Flint isn’t a Death Eater?”

Harry scowled. “No, he’s not.”

Dumbledore arched an eyebrow at this.

“Flint? Marcus Flint?” Hagrid frowned. “What’s he got ter do with yeh, Harry?”

“I’m dating him.”

Hagrid looked shocked. “Are yeh really?”

Harry sighed. “Is it that big of a surprise?”

“Well, yeah, Harry.” Ron swished his tea around in his cup. “I mean, for years he’s been nothing but nasty to everyone. His own house doesn’t even like him. He’s not even - good looking.”

“He is so,” Harry argued. “Marcus is cute.” Perhaps before all this started, he wouldn’t believe his own words but now that he was with the man. Harry saw something. What could he do about it? Sure, he was no god on legs. But what did looks matter if you cared about someone?

Ron wrinkled his nose. “How?”

Hagrid was shocked. “I never thought yeh go fer someone like that.”

Dumbledore smiled. “Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. While I was concerned at first, I must admit that Mr. Flint is doing rather well in his studies nowadays. His grades have improved.”

“And he’s late a whole lot less,” Harry added.

Chuckling, Dumbledore patted Harry’s shoulder. “It’s not the house that makes the person, am I right, Harry?”

Harry nodded. Ron looked confused and troubled, while Hermione smiled.

Before Dumbledore left, Harry jumped up. “Professor? Can I talk to you for a few moments?”

“Why of course, Harry. Walk with me back to Hogwarts?”

Harry nodded and bid everyone goodnight and hugged Hagrid. “I expect to see you Monday!” He chastised getting a sniff from the half-giant.

“Thank yeh Harry and please, win the Tri Wizard Tournament. Show ‘em all that yeh don’t have to be pure of blood!”

Harry’s heart pumped hard at Hagrid’s words. “I’ll do my best.” He winked and walked out with the Headmaster.

Harry and Dumbledore headed off toward the castle in the late eve, the sky was darkening a strange purple. “Professor, I had an odd dream.”

“Similar to summer?”

Harry blinked and gazed over at the old man. “How did you-?”

“You’re not the only one who has contact with Snuffles.”

Harry chuckled at the nickname. “Yeah, true. But this one. I don’t think was the present, more like the future. Death Eaters, a graveyard, and Voldemort. That’s all I see, I wake up to my scar hurting. I know this isn’t a simple dream and I know that everything is connected.”

Dumbledore smiled grimly and placed a hand on Harry’s shoulder. “Well Harry, you are right they are connected, you are not obtuse in your findings. As for your dream, I believe we’d need more information to understand where it’s going.”

“I know its flashes, things turn white, and another image appears before it goes again. But I always hear that whisper… Voldemort’s voice. It’s bone chilling and it calls out to me.”

Dumbledore’s expression changed when they entered the school building and the torchlight flashed over him. “Harry, I want you to do me a favour. Every time you have a dream, document it and when you think you’ve compiled enough, come see me and we’ll work through this together, alright?”

Harry smiled at that. It reminded him of Dream Journals with Professor Trelawney but it was different in a way because Dumbledore wanted to help. “Thanks Professor.”

Dumbledore squeezed Harry’s shoulder. “Go on, I believe a friend of yours is waiting.”

Gaping, Harry’s cheeks flooded with colour as Dumbledore dropped his hand and whistled before fishing in his pockets and pulling out some lemon drops. He handed them to Harry. “A lemon drop a day, keeps the bad dreams away.” Harry choked with laughter when the Headmaster walked off, humming a tune.

He popped one in his mouth and found Marcus to Harry’s utter surprise, reading. That was a first.

“Has the world frozen over?”

Marcus scoffed. “Haha, I know how to read.”

Harry smiled and pressed up against his bare side. The man really had a thing against shirts. It was always off when they were here. No matter what. He squeezed Marcus’ shoulder and placed a lemon drop to his lips.

Marcus blinked and opened his mouth for it. “Where did these come from?”

“Dumbledore, he says a lemon drop a day keeps the bad dreams away.”

The Slytherin choked on his lemon drop and stared up at Harry. “Really?”

“He was at Hagrid’s hut doing the same thing we were doing. I walked with him back to Hogwarts, told him of my dreams. He told me to document them.”

“Good idea.”

“Some of them though I can’t remember.”

Marcus closed the book, slid it aside, and pulled Harry down on top of him. “I can try and help.”

Harry sucked at his piece of candy and contemplated.

Saturday morning, Harry and Hermione finished their breakfasts. Viktor joined them and Ron was unusually silent that morning. He wasn’t even eating; mostly just prodding his food with his fork while Seamus nudged him repeatedly.

Harry and Hermione showed Viktor around the small village of Hogsmeade. To Harry it reminded him of muggle Christmas cards. The little buildings looked like gingerbread houses and the white caps on top of the triangle like roofs were icing.

It was a beautiful display.

Harry, feeling like a third wheel, hugged Hermione and stated he was off for a while.

“But Harry! You don’t have to leave, not by yourself,” she squeaked gripping his forearm.

Harry opened his mouth to say something when Marcus brushed up beside of him.

“He’s not alone.”

Harry grinned and kissed Marcus. “Hi you.”

Hermione smiled. “Great!” She clobbered Harry with a quick hug before setting off with Viktor and leaving Harry with his boyfriend.

“Are you cold?”

Harry shook his head. “Nope.” He hugged the man around the neck and asked where he wanted to go.

“I don’t really care.” He scowled when an older man walked by and his gaze paused on Harry’s frame. Marcus narrowed his eyes and clenched him a little tighter.

“Come on, Marcus, let’s go try some disgusting candy.”

“Fun.”

“You can be my tester.”

“Not so fun.”

“For me it will be.”

“Yes, you can laugh at me.”

Harry reached up and kissed his jaw. “And you can punish me later.”

Marcus grinned sinisterly at this. “I can.”

The good thing about Marcus Flint was that he was a buffer for anyone who wanted to come up to them and bother Harry. The stares were still there and most people were wild-eyed and murmuring to their neighbours. Harry wondered when their life would stop being part of the rumour mill.

Harry picked up a black sweet with pink dots on it. Marcus stared at it dubiously. He’d already tried over twelve different kinds of new candy. Half of them more disgusting than one could imagine.

“Argh that just looks terrible.”

Harry pouted at him and placed it to his lips. Regretfully, Marcus opened and took it, before chewing it up and flinching at the sudden taste. “Ulgh.”

“What is it?” Harry asked, eyes shining and his smile was unearthly wide.

“It tastes like - a sickly sweet cherry syrup mixed with spicy black licorice.”

“Spicy, huh?”

Marcus nodded and swallowed. “My tongue is numb.”

“Poor baby, we’ll have to put the feeling back in it.”

Marcus squeezed Harry until he made a squeaking sound. “I am counting on it,” he hissed roughly into the boy’s ear.

Harry kissed him on the lips with his mouth closed. He didn’t want to taste the candy combination.

Marcus scoffed realising what Harry was doing.

“Eat something strawberry!” He taunted nudging Marcus playfully.

“Tease,” he snapped his teeth against Harry’s soft cheek.

“Someone has to be.”

Harry and Hermione met up with their beau’s in tow at the Three Broomsticks. It was crowded with people, nearly all of them from Hogwarts. Harry and Hermione had a time shaking the snow out of their hair when they stepped in.

The four of them ignored the eyes as they found seats in the very back.

“I think Harry you really should pursue Quidditch as a profession,” Viktor said when he and Marcus returned.

“Think so? But all that attention…”

Hermione smiled. “But Harry you get attention anyway.”

“You’re talented and not because of your name.” Viktor looked at him sharply. “They vill know that, Harry. You vill succeed. You’re only fourteen and you can out fly me.”

“Only because I’m smaller,” Harry attempted to buffer, getting a scoff from Marcus.

“You’re too damn modest, Harry. You are the best in the bloody school.” He scowled. “They made an exception for you in first year.”

“Professor McGonagall was so impressed, she bought him a Nimbus 2000!” Hermione reminded.

Marcus stared at her and then Harry in shock. “Did she?”

Harry blushed. “Well, yeah, before it went into the Whomping Willow.”

“Whomping Willow?” Viktor asked confused.

“An angry tree,” Harry said in memory.

“McGonagall has always had a soft spot for Harry.” Hermione beamed as Harry glared playfully at her. “What, she has!”

Harry stuck his tongue out at her and nudged Marcus. “M’going to get another drink.”

“I can get it.” Marcus grunted and flicked his own drink, which was an alcohol mixed with butterbeer. Viktor had the same thing.

“I have it, maybe it’ll hush you up by the time I get back.” Harry kissed him briskly before rushing off through the throngs of Hogwarts’ students.

He reached the bar and pressed his arms against it. “Madame Rosmerta!”

“Hi ya Harry, you having fun?” The curly redhead asked, light brown eyes dazzling underneath her fringe.

“Loads!”

“What are you having? Butterbeer?”

“Yup,” he chirped.

“Give me a minute I have twelve orders of the same thing.” She winked at him and rushed off into the back.

Harry slid up onto the stool, crossed his legs, and waited patiently. He felt sorry for her; she was the only one working and everyone was standing around waiting for their drinks.

Someone brushed up by Harry causing him to flinch and look over his shoulder just as a forearm placed itself in front of Harry on the bar; a towering figure was staring down at him.

“Well aren’t you the cutest thing I’ve ever seen in this place…” The guy had short dusty brown hair, a light tan, and dark brown eyes. He was tall and thin and he looked to be somewhere in his twenties. He was nowhere near as tall as Marcus though.

Harry frowned at him. “That is a very lame line.”

“Ah, come on, I saw you sitting here all alone. I’m Derek!” He held out his hand but Harry made no movement to shake it.

“I’m not alone and you don’t need my name.”

“That’s true and it’s all the same when you’re face down in a pillow.”

Derek placed a hand on Harry’s shoulder making the teen flinch and jump off the stool.

“That wasn’t very nice.” Harry scowled.

“Ah, come on gorgeous, give me a chance.”

“I told you I wasn’t alone.”

“Oh yeah? Who is he? I’ll tell him you’re busy for you.”

Harry shot the creep a mutinous glare. “How many times do I have to say no?”

“Until you say yes.” He smirked. “Come on, young one give me a chance. I’ll give you the night of your life… I promise. I’ll be gentle the first time.”

“Ew!” Harry turned to go and forget all about his butterbeer, he didn’t need it that bad, but the man stopped him by placing a hand right on his waist.

“Now, now…”

“Get off me!” He hissed out loud enough for a few people to peer over at a struggling Harry Potter. It was then that a shadow crawled over them and his harasser was grabbed by the back of the neck.

“What the fuck do you think you are doing?” Marcus Flint snarled acidly, yanking the pretty boy back so that they were face to face.

“None of your business!” Derek spat back.

“I think it is when you touch what is mine.”

He laughed out loud. “Yours? Yours? Bull shit!” He mocked. “You? With him? Get real!”

Marcus’ large hand wrapped cleanly around Derek’s neck and he began to squeeze. There were gasps as everybody watched the man’s face turn red. “Want to try me? I will snap you in half and leave you lying in a gutter no magic required.”

“Marcus don’t,” Harry pleaded quietly. “I don’t want you in trouble.”

“Marcus man, let him go.” Hugh stepped up, eyes wide.

Adrian was behind Harry, a hand landed on his shoulder. “Are you alright?”

Viktor and Hermione rushed over. The former was trying to talk Marcus out of doing more harm, while Hermione watched the scene while latching onto Harry’s arm in worry.

The entire room watched and waited, including Rita Skeeter, who was grinning wildly with her pad and acid green quill going a mile a minute.

“Fine, Marcus, come on he’s not worth it, please!”

During all of this, Marcus’ grip was tightening; the anger in his eyes was like a bright red fire. Everyone watched, quite silent to see what would happen next. The man was turning blue and Marcus was looking like the epitome of lethal.

The entire room gasped, Harry jumped when Marcus slammed the guy to the floor, causing him to collapse from the lack of air.

“Fuck with me, I dare you.” His arm went around Harry’s small waist and before Madam Rosmerta could shriek about fights in her bar, the two of them left with several others on their heels.

“I’m sorry,” Harry whispered into Marcus’ chest.

Marcus didn’t respond for several moments. Adrian, Hugh, Viktor, and Hermione raced out to catch them.

“What happened?” Hugh demanded.

“Some guy was trying to touch me,” Harry said shamefully. “I told him to go away but he didn’t listen.”

Adrian was shocked; he looked back over his shoulder.

Viktor handed Harry his cloak.

“Thank you,” Harry murmured as Marcus let go so that he could put it on. He could tell his boyfriend was still seething. If looks could kill, Harry thought mildly.

“I insisted that I wasn’t alone and he continued on, like he was god’s gift to the fucking world,” Harry scowled, surprising Hugh and Adrian with his words. “I got up to leave and he grabbed me.”

Marcus growled out spitefully. “I should go back and kill him.”

“No, no!” Harry insisted latching onto his boyfriend. “I don’t need another person I care about in Azkaban!”

Viktor, Hugh, and Adrian blinked at Harry’s remark while Hermione laughed hesitantly.

“Besides, if you’re in Azkaban who will stop others from coming onto Harry?” Hermione quipped.

“She’s got a point,” Adrian said and grimaced as he realised he’d agreed with a muggleborn.

Marcus grunted in acknowledgement. The others walked quietly by their side, lost in thought. Hermione was leading them away from the main strip. Harry reached into Marcus’ cloak and began to rub his hard chest over the dark green jumper Harry had bought him for Christmas along with a little snow globe.

Harry had never had a boyfriend, so Christmas had been a very troublesome time for him and picking out a gift. He simply went with a Slytherin instinct and anyway the jumper was a turtleneck and it stretched across Marcus’ chest and shoulders, which were perhaps his best visible features.

“Hey…” Harry whispered against him.

Marcus frowned and looked down at him, while an arm curled around the boy’s body drawing him closer into the warmth. “Are you okay?” He asked quietly.

Harry nodded and slid his fingers underneath the jumper and grinned when he met bare flesh.

Marcus’ lip twitched when soft thin tips began to circle around his belly button. “I’m fine, he was just irritating.”

They were heading off the beaten path, Harry realised they were by the shrieking shack. Hermione was telling the Slytherins the truth behind it, same as Viktor.

It amused Harry to find Hugh and Adrian two die hard Slytherins listening raptly to a muggleborn of all people.

Harry pulled Marcus off to the side and out of their hearing range. The man followed along, his eyes never leaving Harry’s form.

“Thank you,” he finally said enjoying the touch of Marcus’ flesh.

“For what? Taking back what was mine?” Marcus ground out. “He had no right.”

“I know, I didn’t like it. No one’s ever done that before,” he confessed. “It was kind of creepy. He just kept coming onto me with these stupid lines.”

Marcus scowled some more and brushed a black beetle off Harry’s shoulder before grabbing him by the back of the neck and crushing their lips together.

Harry moaned blissfully and moulded right into him. The kiss was harsher, more forceful, and needy but Harry wasn’t going to argue with it and had Marcus not been holding onto him, he may have fallen backwards into the snow. “Mm, why don’t - we go back and you can punish me for those sweets I made you eat?”

Marcus bit Harry’s bottom lip as a hand slid down and squeezed him on the butt. “You do owe me,” he said huskily.

“Mhmm… but I have one request,” Harry grinned against Marcus’ tongue and sucked on it lasciviously.

“What’s that?” Marcus growled out, his erection pressing into Harry’s. The more he sucked, kissed, and even spoke made Marcus’ hormones go into overdrive.

“Don‘t be gentle.”

“Fine, I won’t be.” They were so wrapped up with one another that they had completely forgotten their little entourage just out of earshot.


(o)


It was Monday morning, another day of school. Harry shifted in Marcus’ arms. One of the many times the younger teen didn’t want to get up. His legs locked around the man on the transfigured sofa. But as he lay there on top of his boyfriend’s chest, he realised, he had no choice but to get up for class.

He had Potions first thing and being late was not an option.

“I hate mornings,” Marcus rumbled sleepily.

Harry kissed him on the line of his jaw. “I know you do. I have Snape again first period I can’t be late.”

Quickly, Harry threw on his Hogwart’s robes, with Marcus lazily watching him before he finally got up too for the same thing.

The man cursed when his tie refused to fix, making Harry snicker and lean up on his tiptoes to fix it. Marcus simply watched him, his mysterious dark eyes all hazy with sleep.

“Good morning to you too, Marcus.”

He got a grunt in reply.

Harry snickered some more. “You’re so cute in the morning.”

“Am not,” he muttered sourly.

“I think so!”

Marcus didn’t respond back to that and instead hooked his fingers into the boy’s sides.

“Have your homework?”

“Mhmm…”

“Bag?”

Marcus nodded toward the bag next to the door.

“Good!”

Harry raced up to Gryffindor to wash his face and brush his teeth. Hermione was nowhere in sight and he figured she was in the Great Hall with Viktor.

He noticed a few long stares as he passed back through the common room. Harry frowned at them and wondered if his hair was out of place. It was back in a low ponytail.

“You poor thing!” Cooed some fifth year Gryffindor.

“What?” Harry muttered in confusion.

He met the Great Hall with gasping whispers and eyes. “What the fuck now?”

Hermione was already up, Viktor following before he even reached the table. “You might want to read this,” she said sadly.

“Why would I want to read this rubbish?” He asked but stopped when he saw the headline.


The Beast Destroys Our Beauty!

This writer has learned an alarming truth, and feels it is this writer’s duty to share that truth with the world. Our very own Savior, Harry Potter, has been conned into a relationship with Slytherin 7th Year, Marcus Flint.

Many of you will remember that our Savior was betrayed by his love, Hermione Granger, who was cheating on him with the famous seeker Viktor Krum! This writer can only assume that while Harry Potter was emotionally fragile from said betrayal, Mr. Flint took advantage of him.

Our beloved Savior was in the Three Broomsticks yesterday, when a large rough man accosted him. Mr. Flint then proceeded to choke the man with one hand before threatening to kill him! If this is the way Marcus Flint acts in public, surely he is even more brutal and violent in private.

This writer has learned from several sources that wish to remain anonymous that Mr. Flint keeps very close tabs on Mr. Potter. It is obvious that he possesses a controlling nature and likely abuses our Savior.

One of this writer’s sources pointed out that no one knew they were dating for over a month and that the truth was only discovered when Mr. Flint made Mr. Potter attend the Yule Ball with him. The student also expressed concerns over the physical aspect of their relationship, stating that Mr. Flint likely forced himself on Mr. Potter and uses threats of violence to keep him in line.

Marcus Flint is the sole Heir of the Pureblood Flint Family; his parents were suspected Death Eaters in You-Know-Who’s first reign. This writer cannot help but wonder if Mr. Flint’s parents are making him court the Boy-Who-Lived with one of two outcomes in mind.

First, they could be seeking revenge and will kill Mr. Potter after having destroyed his spirit. Or, they could be plotting to corrupt our Savior and turn him into the next Dark Lord!

What is Headmaster Dumbledore thinking? How can he allow this no doubt abusive and demeaning relationship to exist? Will our Savior continue to suffer through the actions of others?

This writer can only hope that Mr. Potter will be saved from the vile beast before he is destroyed.

Rita Skeeter
Special Correspondent

That's me in the corner
That's me in the spotlight, I'm
Losing my religion
Trying to keep up with you
And I don't know if I can do it
Oh no, I've said too much
I haven't said enough
I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you try -

REM - Losing My Religion