Incorrigible Infatuation

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6.)

I walked the line, the line I choose
I see the people in front of me
I climbed the wall, the wall of news
I watched them show the tragedy

Harry stared at it with shock. His eyes narrowed dangerously at the print. How the fuck dare she?

“This is bull shit!” Harry snapped out loud.

“We know,” Viktor said taking it with a grunt and then ripped it to pieces in front of the entire hall.

“Come on, breakfast,” Hermione soothed taking him by the arm and leading him to the table.

He couldn’t believe this. What did he do now? He felt sick to his stomach and shoved everything away Hermione tried to give him.

The entire hall were watching, “Merlin this is bull…” Harry said tiredly. “I can’t believe this. Where the fuck does she get off with writing this shit?” He demanded.

“Harry?”

“Don’t even start,” Harry growled angrily. “If I hear so much as a whispered word about my boyfriend, I will kick your arse all over the goddamn place, do you understand me?” He glared at all the Gryffindors, who quickly nodded. “Everything in this goddamn thing is utter bullshit. Remember that!”

“What about the fight? We saw that!” Parvati squeaked and then shrunk at the mutinous glare she received from the Boy-Who-Lived.

“Have you ever been grabbed and sexually harassed by a complete fucking stranger?” He demanded and when she shook her head, he snorted. “I didn’t think so. So keep your gossiping mouth shut!”

“This can’t be legal, what she wrote. All of it’s a lie,” Hermione growled.

“You two have never been in a relationship?” Lavender mocked.

Harry stared at her. “Are you really that fucking stupid?”

She flinched at his scorn. “That’s not nice, it was only a question.”

Pitiful! Harry thought in disgust. “Let me get something straight, to all you dimwitted morons who have yet to understand something about me. Listen close now! I, Harry James Potter like cock!”

Hermione coughed while Viktor burst out laughing, even the twins started laughing. The rest of the Gryffindors were completely flushed from Harry’s words.

A couple third years were holding hands over the first years’ ears, but Harry didn’t much give a damn at the moment. They wouldn’t shut up!

“Yeah, I like cock, love it even. So the next time you ask me if I was ever in a relationship with a female, remember those few simple words.”

He turned away as Hermione poured him some pumpkin juice. “At least drink something, Harry.”

He frowned and took it, before casting his eyes over toward the Slytherin table where half of them were gone. He groaned inwardly.

Hermione was grim-faced, though there was a rather bright spark in her eyes. Why it was there Harry had no idea.

He had come off a wonderful weekend high to this. He couldn’t believe it. How could anyone think this of Marcus? Sure, he was a little more strong and forceful. He was aggressive but Harry liked it - in fact, he loved it. Marcus wasn’t the run of the mill pretty boy. There was more to him and he wasn’t a beast! Harry growled some more this time out loud.

“Hey Harry?”

The boy in question looked up at Neville. “Yeah?”

“I don’t believe a word of it.”

Harry smiled gently. “Thanks.”

“This is illegal, you should do something about it.”

“But what?”

“I’m not sure. Maybe Hermione has a few ideas?”

Hermione looked up. “I’m going to research some laws after school. See what I can cook up.”

His worry however was not on the world as a whole but on Marcus. This was going to put a lot of pressure on him. He worried about how this would affect them. Sighing, he glared down into his pumpkin juice. Marcus already had low self-esteem.

That bitch had a lot to own up too.

(o)


Marcus scowled when Adrian whacked him in the head with the Daily Prophet.

“What the fuck do you want?” He grunted, having tried to go back to sleep before first period. Though sleeping by himself wasn’t the same, he was loath to admit that he needed someone next to him. He was a goddamn Slytherin not a baby.

Though, Harry’s heat was nice. What did one do, eh? He couldn’t believe Harry was motivating him to actually go to class. Who would have thought it?

“You might want to take a look at this.” That same Daily Prophet that he was hit with fell in his lap.

Marcus scowled and sat up on the green sofa in the common room. “What the fuck do I have to read now?” When he opened it, however, he couldn’t hide the inward flinch that made its way through him as he quickly skimmed over Rita Skeeter’s article.

“Fuck!” He growled out in disbelief. He expected backlash, honestly, he knew being with Harry would get attention but he didn’t expect it to be taken this far. But it wasn’t the contents that bothered him so much as the black bold headline.

He continued to stare at that one headline. Knowing that despite the lies of the article that was the one truth. He threw it back at his friends and cursed.

“Your little boy had a fit in the Great Hall, in case you are wondering,” Hugh told him.

“He was chewing out the Gryffindors,” Adrian supplied.

“He is awful close to that muggleborn,” Hugh hummed.

“They’re best friends you idiot,” Marcus snapped.

“Yes and if I heard correctly, Potter told one of the Gryffindors that he likes cock.”

Marcus blinked in shock. Harry was never that blunt.

“I think he’s spent too much time with you,” Adrian mused. “He was kind of panicking though.”

Marcus rubbed his face tiredly. It was much too early for this shit and if the article didn’t piss him off enough then Draco Malfoy’s mouth had to push him over the edge.

“Good job Marcus, putting that little toy of yours in his place. I wondered what the fuck you were doing with the little whore-”

No one had ever seen Marcus move so fast, last time Draco met a wall, this time, Draco met Marcus’ fist straight to the mouth.

Hugh and Adrian grabbed Crabbe and Goyle, holding their meaty arms behind their backs.

“What the fuck was that, Malfoy?” Marcus barked as the blood spilled from the blonde’s mouth. “I don’t think I quite heard what you said. Perhaps you should repeat it…”

But he couldn’t speak for several moments, gurgling on his blood, Draco struggled to stand, his eyes cross. He spat out at Marcus. “Traitor!”

He was punched again this time in the nose, making him fall again and more crimson fluid to spill.

Marcus gripped the little Malfoy Heir by the neck and pulled him close. “Don’t you ever let me hear you say those words again. Do you really want to die?”

Draco hung his head, pain flickering through his eyes and across his face. He had blood everywhere.

“That is enough!” Severus Snape barked appearing in the common room.

Marcus snarled at Draco before releasing the pathetic little rat.

“What the hell is going on in here?”

“It was Flint’s fault!” Pansy shrieked in tears.

“Anyone but Parkinson, what happened?”

Adrian let go of one of Draco’s lugs and handed their Head of House the prophet.

Snape sneered at it. “This is rubbish!” He threw it in the fire. “Stop fighting over it and get your act together. Mr. Malfoy! Get to the hospital wing. I don’t want to hear another word about that blasted article. If I do I guarantee you will be serving detention with Filch.”

Draco glared at Snape before being taken out of the common room.

“Mr. Flint, clean up and get to class. Don’t you be late!” Snape snapped. “Don’t give that bitch a reason to keep printing.”

Snape left before Marcus could realise that he hadn’t been infuriated with the article like he should have been. Hugh and Adrian noticed it.

The rest of Slytherin was waiting with baited breath, wondering what Marcus would do next. They had better be frightened. He’d give them a reason.

“Don’t ever let me hear any of you talk about Harry Potter in that way again. I will kill you,” he hissed dangerously. “I swear by my magic I will.” He rushed from the room to the dorms to wash his bloodied hands.

(o)

Potions Class, Draco didn’t show up till halfway through it. You could see stains of blood on both him and Pansy Parkinson.

“Wonder what happened to him?” Neville whispered to Harry, who was cutting up the slugs.

Harry shrugged, not really giving a damn. But he noticed Draco glaring at him. His mind had been going all day about what he was going to do about the article. Hermione kept insisting that she would figure it out. But Skeeter was the least of his worries.

It was Marcus. The man’s self-depreciation could only get worse. Harry thought he had fixed those fears and now Skeeter comes along with a disgusting article of lies. How dare she call him a beast? That fucking bitch! He growled aloud unaware of the mixed emotions flickering across his features.

Harry had to do something. But what could he do?

By the time lunch rolled around, Harry waited outside the Entrance Hall. People that passed by sighed in sympathy for him, mostly the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuffs.

Cedric stopped in front of Harry making him groan outwardly. “It’s a lie, Cedric!”

The blonde continued to stare at him. “Is it?”

Harry glared and placed his hands on his hips. “Cedric, it is a lie, a bald face lie. One, I am gay. Two, I made him go to the ball with me, and Three; he’s never hurt me ever! Anything Rita Skeeter writes is pure fucking rubbish.”

“I’ll tell Hufflepuff that then.”

“Good!” Harry snapped agitatedly. “I’m sick of the whispers. Tell them to fuck off while you’re at it.”

Cedric chuckled. “You’ve been around Slytherins for far too long little Harry,” he teased before winking and leaving him alone in the hall.

Why is it that when he was angry they all pinpointed him as a Slytherin? Ron Weasley was angry all the time! He never gets pointed out as one. So why him? Harry knew he had Slytherin in him, not counting the fact that he slept with Marcus twenty-four seven. But all things considering, he wondered sometimes how true the sorting hat had been. If others who hardly knew him noticed as well.

Did he really belong in Gryffindor?

He smiled gently when strong arms curled around him. “Waiting on me?” Marcus growled in his ear.

The shiver slid up and then back down from head to toe. “Yes,” Harry confessed quietly. “I’m so sorry.”

“Shut up,” Marcus growled turning him around and kissing Harry deeply, until his feet were practically off the ground. Neither caring who or what was watching.

“I’m going to get her back for this,” Harry breathed.

“For what? Telling the truth?” Marcus hissed in his ear.

Harry’s eyes narrowed. “She lied!”

“Not the headline.”

Harry growled out and slapped Marcus hard in the chest. A few people watched and gasped ready to see what Marcus would do. “Don’t you ever say that!” He snapped horrified. “She’s a fucking deranged liar, Marcus!”

“No,” Marcus reached around, ripped the prophet out of a nearby Ravenclaw’s hand, and then pointed to the front headline. “Everything is a lie but this.”

Harry didn’t even look at it. “Incendio!” The paper immediately went up in flames causing Marcus to drop it to the ground. “Lies!” He gripped Marcus by the chest part of his robes. “Follow me,” he commanded sharply spinning on his heel and walking off, leaving Marcus to watch and those who didn’t notice saw no expression.

But his two friends saw his eyes, the large Slytherin followed swiftly behind, sending the rumour mill back into their gossiping whispers.

Their little classroom still had the transfigured sofa. Harry crossed his arms when Marcus closed the door behind him.

“Don’t you see it?” Marcus asked stepping up behind Harry and pulling the hairpiece out of his hair.

“See what?” Harry choked out feeling the tears fall as the negative feels ran rampant through him. His hair fell forward, curving gracefully around his heart-shaped face.

“See the truth?” Marcus reached around and hissed. “Don’t cry!” He gasped out seeing the tears.

“I don’t like it when you say things like that.”

“Harry we both know, I’m pretty much disgusting looking-”

Harry screamed out in frustration, turned and hit Marcus repeatedly in the chest. “Liar!” He shouted frantically. “That’s a lie! A goddamn lie!”

“I am a disgrace, Harry,” Marcus said shortly. “I’m not saying that for pity, I’m telling the truth. Have you ever seen my parents? My little brothers? I was raised as the future Heir to my family. Do you know what I had to do? Do you know why I am so big? I am so strong? It’s not because of Quidditch, Harry. You know why I’m this way?”

“What way?” Harry demanded. “You are you, Marcus!”

“I am an abomination! Jezabel and Seth Flint fucked me over in more ways than one.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Harry snapped. “You are not an abomination. You - you are mine!”

“I know, but I can’t help but think that this one headline is true. I am the beast Harry… I have destroyed you.”

Harry once again growled out and stomped his feet childishly. Marcus snorted with amusement but Harry was far from amused. He was frustrated. More tears fell and his eyes began to turn puffy and red. “No, no don’t do this,” Marcus took a hold of him, making Harry moan into his chest. “Don’t cry, I don’t like it… makes me feel weird.”

“Don’t hurt my feelings then!”

“How did I do that?” Marcus asked scandalized.

“Talking bad about yourself. It’s not the truth. It’s a goddamn lie! You are gorgeous!”

Marcus rolled his eyes at this and held Harry tight. “Shhh, enough of this. I’m sorry I won’t say anything more. Perhaps I could change something…” He trailed of leaving his words hanging, while holding onto Harry’s small frame.

Harry sniffled and pressed his cheek against Marcus’. The Slytherin’s head was bowed so that Harry didn’t have to reach up on his toes. “Please stop! Do you - do you know how happy you’ve made me?” His lips were pressed against Marcus’ ear; he trembled slightly in his arms. “I need you, Marcus. I need you to not say such foul things. I also need you to not change anything about you!”

“I’m not too rough?”

Harry moaned and bit against his ear, getting a dark chuckle from the eighteen-year-old. “No! I love it that you are strong; I love it when you are aggressive and hold me a little too tightly. I love it when you watch me…” Harry pulled back and cupped his cheeks. “Don’t stop because of some fucked up paper. If I wanted someone gentle I’d get a fucking girl.” The teen then made a face. “Ew, that sounds gross.”

“I’m sorry then. I won’t change…” Marcus couldn’t help but feel a bit overwhelmed at Harry’s demand. He was still trying to understand why Harry wanted him… HIM. He couldn’t wrap his mind around it. Harry was too precious for him, was too good.

Much too good.

Harry met up with Hermione for Care of Magical Creatures. She had two sandwiches and some pumpkin juice for him. He was unusually quiet as he broke off some pieces while walking between her and Neville.

“Hey Harry?”

“Hm?” Harry asked, nibbling the extra cheese and ham sandwich.

“I’m sorry mate.”

“For?”

“For butting into your life, I don’t much like Flint, but you seem to and I know you’d never let anyone hurt you.”

“Damn bloody straight, Ron!” Harry said firmly.

“It’s just hard you know?”

“No, I don’t know. I didn’t grow up with the prejudices you had. I’m also willing to forgive and forget about pathetic Quidditch rivalries. That means not a thing, honestly, Marcus never did anything to me in the first place.”

Ron frowned and gave a nod of agreement. “I suppose.”

“You can live with it or not,” Hermione said suddenly. “You don’t have to like him, it’s not your life, Ronald Weasley. It’s Harry’s life. He’s not going to live miserably simply because you don’t like it.”

“I know, I know!” He growled at her. “I already apologized! Isn’t that enough?”

“For now,” Hermione snapped. “What are you going to do when Harry sees Marcus next?”

“Nothing!” He gasped and shielded himself from her large leather bound textbook. “I’ll be good,” he stressed.

“You better or I’m shoving it up your-” she trailed off not needing to finish that as Neville and Harry laughed at her.

Ron’s ears were pink and he nodded again obediently. “Of course Hermione,” he mumbled embarrassedly.

Hagrid was happily beaming as he picked up the lesson on unicorns. This time he had baby ones that even the Slytherin’s enjoyed.

Draco was glaring at Harry. “Stupid Potter, I swear you dropped him a Love Potion,” he hissed standing right next to him.

“You’re such a dim-wit,” Harry said neutrally. “If you had any brains you definitely wouldn’t have said that.”

The blonde’s cheeks and ears pinked. “What do you think you’re getting at Potter? Dating a Slytherin?”

“That’s none of your goddamn business. Since when did I have to go through you with an explanation? Who the hell are you to make demands of me?” Harry asked incredulously.

“What happened to you?”

“Why the questions?” Harry retorted.

“You’re not the same! The real Harry Potter wouldn’t date a Slytherin.”

“I could careless what their houses happen to be. That matters very little. You know, I’ve come to realise that you and Ron Weasley are so very much alike.”

Draco spluttered and then he crossed his arms and growled. “I - am NOTHING like that weasel.”

“Oh, yes you are. You both have your stupid supercilious ideas of what people should and should not do, should and should not like. You have the exact same ideas. You both are twisted. One believes Gryffindors have nothing to do with Slytherins, another believes the opposite. You are so much alike it’s a bloody ridiculous parallel. The only difference is you’re just a little more stuck up. You, Draco Malfoy stay out of my relationship,” Harry hissed coldly.

“And if I don’t?”

“I will show you the damage I can do, with my wand. I may be smaller than you but I can kick your arse all over this place. I don’t need Marcus’ strength. Just give me a reason.” Harry’s eyes never blinked as he stared sharply at Draco, who flinched under said gaze.

“Harry! Mr. Malfoy! Over here, get a look at the babies,” Hagrid called cheerfully.

Hermione and Ron were looking back in concern, while Pansy was gawking at them.

“I’m warning you Draco, stay out of it.” Those were his final words before joining the rest of the class.

(o)

Professor Dumbledore was waiting for them in the Entrance Hall after the final class that afternoon which was Herbology.

“Harry, would you mind accompanying me to my office for a chat?”

Harry nodded. “Sure, Professor.” He handed his bag to Hermione and left with the Headmaster as people watched them.

He took the box of offered lemon drops as Marcus passed. “You too Mr. Flint,” Dumbledore said smiling and winked at them.

Hugh and Adrian frowned, while Marcus gave a willing nod.

Harry opened the lemon drops. “Ever consider getting strawberry instead of lemon?”

Dumbledore looked intrigued. “Hmm, do they make them that way?”

“I don’t know, do they?” Harry reciprocated, popping one in his mouth.

The Headmaster chuckled, as Harry slipped his hand into Marcus’ and made him take one.

Marcus glared ruefully at Harry for his antics.

They got to the stone gargoyles. “Cockroach Cluster!”

“Ew!” Harry wrinkled his nose as Dumbledore grinned.

“Much better than Bertie Bott’s Beans.”

“Isn’t Earwax your favourite?” Harry asked conversationally.

“It is,” Dumbledore said amused.

Marcus’ eyes widened when he entered the office for the first time. He gazed around.

“Welcome to my office, Mr. Flint.”

Marcus only nodded, unsure of what to say. He tried not to flinch when a scarlet and gold phoenix flew up from a gold banister and landed on his lover’s shoulder.

“Hi ya Fawkes,” Harry said happily stroking his soft plumage.

“Fawkes is rather attached to Harry,” Dumbledore said smiling. “I almost think he likes Harry more than me.”

Harry stuck out his tongue and Marcus was rather surprised by the relationship between the two of them.

“Now, I know very well that everything Ms. Skeeter wrote is rubbish, I know she hurt you both with her acid lies.” He walked around his desk.

It was then that he pulled out five keys. They looked like vault keys.

Harry and Marcus took a seat in front of the Headmaster’s desk. Fawkes remained on Harry’s shoulder, giving him warmth and comfort.

“I was waiting until your sixteenth birthday, but it seems that your maturity level has caused me to hand them over now.”

“What do you mean Professor?”

“I trust that whatever is spoken within this room remains here?” His eyes fell on Marcus who inclined his head.

“Yes sir,” Marcus said recognising the keys and shapes. “Those are family vault keys, are they not?”

Dumbledore beamed. “Quite right, young Marcus. Mr. Sirius Black has signed everything he owned over to you Harry, due to his status as an escaped convict.”

“An innocent convict!” Harry declared.

“Yes, but one all the same sadly enough. The Black and Potter Vaults. They are yours, Harry.”

“What does this have to do with Skeeter?” Harry asked.

“The more money you have the more power at your disposal. You should know this.” He looked to Marcus who gave a brisk nod. “You’ve been trained in handling financial affairs?”

“Yes.” Not like he ever had a choice in the matter.

Harry smiled softly and slipped his hand into Marcus’ larger one. “What do I need to do?”

“I am giving you legal grounds to file a lawsuit against one Rita Skeeter for slander of a minor. You will need some money to back your claim. You will also go after the Daily Prophet. If all goes well by the end of the year you should own over half of the Daily Prophet and Rita Skeeter will no longer exist as a reporter.”

Marcus’ eyebrows shot up in surprise. He had not expected the man of the light to be doing this.

Dumbledore smiled and saw Marcus stunned expression. “Marcus, Harry means more to me than just a simple student.” The man could only nod at the words. “If you couldn’t tell, he’s more than a favourite of mine. No one hurts him without myself getting involved.”

“Yes sir.” It was all Marcus was able to say.

Harry was blushing and rushed a hand through his long raven hair. “So, what do I do? I have no idea how to file a suit.”

“All it takes is a formal letter to the Ministry and then a formal letter to the Daily Prophet. I am sure Hermione would be able to help you with this and I could always go over it before you send it out. It will also take a few signatures signed on a dotted line. Which is where you, Marcus would come in handy. To make sure Harry knows about the loopholes. Sadly, I cannot spend all my time with Harry as much as I would like. Karkaroff and Maxime are just looking for a reason to suspend Hogwarts in this tournament.”

“I practically forgot about them.” Harry laughed.

“I can teach him. I finished my course last summer,” Marcus stated factually.

“Very good. Also, the goblins will be sending you your documents and account balances for now on. They’ve not been touched since your parents died. I’ve kept them safe and sound with me.”

Harry smiled. “Thank you Professor.”

When they were about to leave, Professor Dumbledore asked Marcus to remain behind.

Confused, Harry shot him a swift look before nodding and obeying. He trusted the Headmaster. He was just worried about Marcus.

(o)

Marcus waited, standing there with his arms crossed as the Headmaster observed him. This wasn’t a very comfortable thing all things considering. He didn’t know the Headmaster and from the time he was a child he had been taught to despise him. His father was always calling him a muggle-loving fool who was weak and absentminded.

Marcus was beginning to see things a little differently. Fact one, the Dark Lord was scared shitless of Dumbledore. Why? He didn’t know just yet, but he was betting that there was more to this old man than wrinkled lines in his face, candy, and a beard. Marcus may have failed a grade but he wasn’t that thick. Fact two, he cared very much for Harry and that went a long way.

“Has Harry talked to you at all about his dreams and scar?” Professor Dumbledore began surprising Marcus completely.

How should he respond to this? Harry trusted him, so perhaps he will too… for now and dubiously. “Yes, he has.”

Dumbledore smiled. “I thought so. You do know that Lord Voldemort is not totally gone.”

Marcus braced himself for this, he’d heard the name so many times that flinching was something he wasn’t going to do. “Yes, Harry told me.”

“I do know your parents-”

“Are his biggest fans, yes,” Marcus cut off shortly. “I have no intentions on going that route. No matter how I was raised.”

“Why is that Marcus?”

“Because of Harry,” he stated simply.

“Would you be willing to take our protection?”

“Protection?” Marcus quirked an eyebrow. “What kind of protection?”

“From Lord Voldemort and your family, should the time come?”

Dumbledore made it sound like Voldemort was coming back soon, really soon. This bothered Marcus. If this was true and he was planning on defying his family, he would have to take care of his financial stability.

First, he’d have to change keys and add more gold to his own vault. The Flint Family had more than enough. They were just underneath Malfoy in financial status. They were a half a dozen stocks short of leveling off with the Malfoys. They’d never miss a few hundred thousand galleons from their cache.

“This is going to happen soon?”

“From the intelligence I have gathered, yes, Marcus. It is going to happen soon. Harry’s dreams, the fact that he is in this tournament. Do you really think I would let him stay in this game if there was a way out?”

He’d almost forgotten about the fact that Harry had been forced into the tournament. It almost seemed natural that he was in it. He was skilled enough. Only fourteen and he out flew a dragon.

Marcus still got itchy thinking about that big arse thing so close to Harry.

“I will take what you can give me, Headmaster. I have no intentions of betraying Harry. If he does return I am expected to take the Dark Mark, I am sure.”

“We will not allow that to happen, Harry won’t allow it.”

Marcus found this alliance weird. He didn’t know if he should trust the Headmaster or not. But he would trust Harry. If Harry trusted Dumbledore then what more could he do? “Is that all, Headmaster?”

Dumbledore smiled gently. “Yes, Marcus, I believe he is waiting.”

The Slytherin said nothing more to this and briskly left. He couldn’t help but wonder if that old man could read minds. He was creepy that way.

Marcus also realised he had a lot to think about.

Harry really cared for him this much?

He found his little lover waiting at the bottom of the stairs, his bright green eyes shining with concern, coal black hair folding over his shoulders. Marcus grinned crookedly.

“Everything okay?”

“Fine,” Marcus curled his arm around Harry’s waist and pulled him close. “Will be perfect with you underneath me though.”

Harry smiled and jumped in his arms, legs wrapping around his torso as he did.

Marcus laughed out loud, it wasn’t a dark laugh, and it wasn’t sinister. It was a true laugh. He held Harry tighter and kissed him on the neck.

He still had a lot to think about. He was still confused but things were becoming clearer.

Harry was becoming clear.

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