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I Want to Give You a Gift	By : Breezy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 10634 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Oliver spun around to see Dennis standing outside the stall, fury overtaking his entire body. He looked back at Draco, who looked surprised and a bit curious. He raised his eyebrows and Oliver shrugged his shoulders.
"Seriously, Oliver, what the fuck? You love Draco Malfoy?" Dennis said spitting the words from his mouth as if they had a terrible taste.
"Uhhhh, I, uh," Oliver looked at Draco again, this time a red flush coloring his skin. Draco smiled a little bit and Oliver was about to return the smile when Dennis went off.
"Fuck you Oliver! Fuck you, you fucking prick! I cannot believe how shitty you treat everyone in your life and all fucking day long all anyone does is tell you they love you. Worship you. Treat you like Merlin's gift to the world. And you treat us like shit. You tell us not to love you, but then you pull us back in," Dennis pushed his hair out of his face and took a breath. Draco and Oliver stood silently, waiting for Dennis to get this out of his system.
"And you've been fucking him for what, two weeks?" he pointed to Draco but didn't stop for an answer. "And you're in love with him? Fuck that. I have loved you since I was fifteen years old, when you told me you would always be there, would make me feel good, and I loved you so much. I love you now, I told you today!" he snarled the words, becoming less coherent the angrier he got. He breathed in and out a few times.
"Listen man, let's go somewhere to talk..." Oliver started to say but Dennis cut him off.
"What, so you can fuck me again? Tell me everything is going to be alright, fuck me into submission like always? No! There, I finally fucking said it, NO!" Dennis shouted. "No one ever says no to you, do they? Daphne tried to and you still managed to convince her. She can't get off the spell now because of you. Ginny and Blaise have deluded themselves into thinking that they love you because you knocked up Ginny. How fucked up is that? You never have to pay the consequences for your actions. Never," Dennis stopped screaming and sucked in air. His shoulders moved up and down with every breath. He held his fists to his sides, clinching them in and out.
"Dennis, you know..." Oliver started but again, Dennis cut him off.
"No. You don't get to make excuses, tell me lies, make me promises you will never keep. And you don't get to seduce me and fuck me until I pass out and tell me that I'm a good boy for taking it when I wake up. You're a fucking pig and I love you and I don't know why," Dennis shifted from angry shouting to barely a whisper and then he started to cry.
"Awwww, fuck Dennis. You know I hate when you cry," Oliver said leaning against the stall door. Draco elbowed him in the side.
"Shove over so I can get out," he said. "You guys can talk or whatever," Draco squeezed Oliver's hand on his way out. "Uh, sorry about all this, Dennis," he said to Dennis and then walked out.
"Fuck you, too, Malfoy," Dennis said through his sobs. He stood by himself in the middle of the room, sobs racking his body. Oliver stood watching him, waiting for a sign that Dennis was ready for him to start talking, but none came. He walked over and wrapped his arms around Dennis's shoulders. Dennis shrugged away and turned his back to Oliver, his arms crossed tightly across his chest.
"You're my best friend Dennis," Oliver said. He didn't try to touch Dennis again, but stood close, his voice low. The music from upstairs still pounded in the background. Draco was gone, but hadn't gone far because Oliver could still smell his cologne. "When you almost...uh, I mean when you were at St. Mungo's," Oliver caught himself before he said 'died.' He had never come to terms with that. "I realized that you're my best friend. I tell you everything," he pleaded. As much as he pretended not to care about Dennis, how he ignored the man in public, how he dominated Dennis in every aspect of their relationship, he really did care. But not the way that Dennis wanted or needed.
"Not everything apparently," Dennis said tilting his head toward the door where Draco exited.
"I didn't know. I mean, we never said anything like that. I think we were both caught up in the moment and..." Oliver said before Dennis cut him off.
"But it's true. It's not that you said it to be nice, because you're not nice. I know, because you didn't say it back to me. Or Ginny. Or Blaise. Or Daphne. You're going to marry her and you don't even love her!" Dennis turned as he spoke so that he could look Oliver in the eye while he spoke. His voice rose until he was nearly shouting again.
"Don't call me, Oliver, don't text, don't owl. Just leave me alone. Let me get over you and move on with my life," He said staring Oliver in the eye the entire time he talked.
"C'mon Dennis, you don't mean that. We're friends. We've been friends for too long to just cut it off like this," Oliver said, reaching out and rubbing Dennis's arms with his hands. "Ya mean too much to me," he put his hand on Dennis's cheek and caressed it. A tear ran down Dennis's cheek.
"You, you always do this to me," he gasped out the words having started to cry again. "Stop it. Just stop pulling me back in. My heart breaks every time and I can't take it anymore," he said slowly, gasping the words. Oliver pulled him in and hugged him close.
"Please don't cry, oh fuck, I'm sorry. I know you don't like it when I say that," Oliver murmurred into Dennis's hair. Dennis closed his eyes suddenly.
"What color are my eyes Oliver?" he demanded.
"Your eyes are blue. Shocklingly bright electric blue," Oliver answered. "Didn't think I knew, didya," he tilted Dennis's face up to see his eyes, now even more blue against the red tinge from crying.
"I wasn't sure. I don't know what to think," Dennis rested his head on Oliver's chest. Oliver held him for a few minutes.
"Everything is going to be okay," he whispered in Dennis's hair. "I'll take care of ya."
"What if I don't want you to take care of me? What if I take care of myself?" Dennis asked, his voice muffled from his head being pressed against Oliver's chest.
"You don't want me around anymore?" Oliver asked with mock hurt in his voice.
"I don't know," Dennis said and then sighed. "I don't know if I can be around you and not be in love with you," he said. "And everytime I think I'm not going to fall in love with you again, I do it anyway, because I'm a sucker. Because I've fucked so many guys looking for someone that I can love as much as you and they all come up short. Ha, short. Yeah, short there, too," he said miserably. Oliver smirked but then frowned.
"I'll leave ya alone if that's what you want," he said quietly. He let go of Dennis and turned to the side. He was acting more dramatic than he felt, knowing that Dennis fell for that stuff. Every time Dennis told him that he didn't want to see him anymore, Oliver would turn up the drama. Like they were in a play or something. Oliver pouted as much as Dennis, then Dennis gave in and Oliver got his way. He was sure he would get his way this time, too.
"No, no, don't do that," Dennis whined, grabbing Oliver's arm. "I didn't mean it, don't do that," Dennis said trying to see Oliver's face, his eyes. Oliver turned his head away. He didn't want to make it too easy for Dennis. He didn't respond.
"I'm so sorry, Oliver, I didn't mean it. I'm sorry," Dennis said frantically trying to meet Oliver's eyes. Oliver snuck a look and then looked away. Dennis looked hopeful. "I will be there for you, Oliver. I won't leave. I'm so sorry," he begged. Oliver looked back longer this time. He sighed.
"Okay. But don't threaten me with it again," Oliver said threateningly, glaring at Dennis. Dennis didn't back away, despite the flicker of fear in his eyes.
"I won't. Never. I promise," Dennis said holding Oliver's hands in his own and gripping them tight.
"That's good. Now let's get you home," Oliver said shaking off Dennis's hands. He walked toward the exit. Dennis followed as expected. In the hallway, Draco stood leaning against the wall with one knee bent and his foot resting on the wall. He straightened up and shook his hair around his shoulders. Oliver grinned, thinking about how hot Draco looked since he grew out his hair. He reached for Draco's hand.
"C'mon, we're taking Dennis home," he said. He turned and grabbed Dennis's hand and pulled him forward. He caught Dennis's eye and nodded his head toward Draco. "This gonna be okay?" he asked already knowing that Dennis would agree to just about anything right now to stay on Oliver's good side.
"Yeah, uh, sure. Whatever works," Dennis said, trying to be positive. He wanted to claw Draco's eyes out and shove them down his throat, but he didn't want to cause trouble. Not now anyway.
"That's good, real good Dennis," Oliver said turning to go up the stairs. He dropped both of their hands and opened the door. The party was still going, although the crowd was much smaller now. Oliver led the way to the apparation point.
"I should head home," Draco said before they could leave. He looked around and when he didn't see anyone he kissed Oliver on the lips.
"I'll be there soon," Oliver whispered. They kissed again and then Draco apparated out. Dennis shook his head and bit his lip. He didn't want to say anything and start a fight. Oliver grabbed his arm roughly and they apparated to Dennis's mom's house. He still lived at home.
The lights flew on and somewhere a cat meowed loudly and knocked over a trash can. More lights turned on from the house next door and Oliver could hear voices coming from that house. Dennis's mom stood in the doorway with both hands on her hips and a very cold expression on her face.
"Dennis, come inside this instant," she hissed, glaring at Oliver.
"Everything alright out there?" called out a voice from the neighbor house. A man stepped onto his front porch and stood in the light. Oliver cringed. It was Bellmead, one of the Cannons team executives. This wasn't going to look good. They were both quite drunk and it was very late. And he was holding hands with Dennis.
"Yes, Mr. Bellmead, I'm just getting in late," Dennis said, sounding tired and at least a little bit tipsy. Bellmead peered out into the yard and caught sight of the two men walking up to the Creevey home.
"Is that the Cannons keeper there with you?" Bellmead called out angrily. It was Oliver's turn to be sheepish.
"Yes sir, uh, I wanted to make sure Dennis made it home alright. And uh, he's just fine, so I'd better head out," He said shaking his hand free of Dennis's tight grip and turning to leave.
"Yes, during the season I expect all players abide by curfew. That was well over two hours ago," Bellmead said coldly. "Stop by my office on Monday, Wood. We can talk about it more then. Good night Mrs. Creevey," he waved to Melanie standing in the doorway. She waved back, a short angry wave. She was barely keeping it together and this was more fuel on the fire. The Bellmead's lights went out and Oliver started to walk away.
"Don't make me face my mom by myself," Dennis hissed behind him. Oliver stopped. He didn't want to see her either. But he told Dennis he would take care of things. And when he didn't take care of things Dennis did crazy shit. Oliver turned around and walked back shoving Dennis in the shoulder as he went past.
"C'mon," he said. Dennis stumbled a bit. He started to sway. Oliver picked him up and carried him in. Melanie moved out of the way after glaring at Oliver for a long moment. He took Dennis to his room, threw him on the bed and pulled a blanket half way over him. Dennis was asleep as soon as he hit the pillow. Oliver turned slowly toward the door. Leave it to Dennis to pass out and not even have to say one word to his mom. Oliver wondered if he could just walk right on by. But he knew she would have to say something to him and he wouldn't be able to let it go.
Oliver marched down the stairs and headed for the door. He didn't look in her direction.
"Hold it right there," she said. He turned with a smirk on his face.
"I knew you couldn't just let me walk out of here," he said shaking his head at her. He was definitely still drunk and she brought out his angry side every time they talked. The combination was putting him in a combative mood.
"Stay away from my son," she said, shaking a finger in Oliver's face. He grabbed the finger and pushed it out of his face.
"Dennis is a grown man. He will see who he wants," Oliver said letting go of her finger. She pulled it away but stood firm, looking up at Oliver with hate in her eyes. She and Dennis looked a lot alike. Same color hair, same eyes, but hers were hazel, not blue. Her hair was always hanging in her face the same way, too. Oliver resisted brushing it out of her eyes.
"No, Oliver. I don't care if he begs you to see him, you will refuse. You won't text him or call. You won't take his calls. Don't owl him, don't lead him on. Just walk out that door and never turn back," she snarled at him.
"And what if I don't, Melanie?" he said maintaining his smirk.
"I've watched you for many years Oliver. You have secrets. I will ruin you," Melanie said with little emotion in her voice, a smile lurking on her lips.
"Ha!" he called out. "You have nothing. And anything you think you have has probably been dismissed as rumor long ago," Oliver laughed a fake laugh and then stopped and sneered at Melanie. She didn't shy away. She had her wand out now. She shook it at him now instead of her finger.
"I have plenty. Who do you think Dennis comes crying to every time you hurt him? I'll give you a hint, it's me," she exclaimed pointing to herself with her wand. "And he tells me everything. I know it all. And I will tell everyone," she said. Oliver wondered if she had been drinking, too, she was slurring a bit.
"Why are you so threatened by me, Melanie?" Oliver asked looming down on her with his full height. He'd learned it from Draco. Now he knew why Draco did it. It felt good to use his size to intimidate her.
"Because of your hold over my son!" she screamed at him, not about to be intimidated. "You don't know what it was like to find him, nearly dead and hope against all logic that he could be saved," she stopped yelling and collapsed into a chair. She was breathing heavily, her chest raising up and down. A few moments passed and she looked up at him.
"He was glad that I had a dinner date with friends that night. I figured that he needed some time alone. He'd been crying for weeks," she shook her wand in the air to emphasize each word as she spoke, "after you sent that terrible picture of Harry Potter to him," she said with a look of pure hate on her face. Oliver cringed.
"He showed that to you?" he asked regretting having doing that.
"Oh yes, Oliver, and you know," she paused and really peered into his eyes. "It wasn't what you were doing with Harry Potter, or even that it was Harry, but that you replaced him. He was devastated. And you knew he would be. You keep reeling him back in. And then that night, he wasn't crying. He waved at me goodbye. Then ingested enough drugs to kill a troll and passed out. He thought I wouldn't check on him until the next morning. But I did. He'd thrown up some of the pills in his sleep..." she trailed off. Her face contorted in pain.
Oliver stood still, frozen in place. He had no idea what to say or do. She squinted at him as if unable to bring him into focus.
"What if I stayed out another hour? Another fifteen minutes? Another minute?" she whispered. Suddenly she was right next to him and had grabbed his shirt and shook him. "What then?" she wailed. He grabbed her arms to stop her from shaking him and to steady her.
"He's fine now, Melanie, stop reliving the past and start thinking about the future. Your son and I go way back. We're going to be friends for a very long time. If you alienate me, you lose him, too," Oliver said letting go of her. She slumped down and glared at him.
"So I lose him either way? Either he commits suicide or he hates me for destroying you?" she yelled at Oliver. "No, that's not how it's going to end," she said. "That's why you need to leave and just fucking get out of our lives. Don't break him down, don't make him submit, just leave and never come back. He can come back from that," she said, collapsing back into the chair.
"What makes you so sure that's what he wants or needs?" Oliver yelled back. He didn't want to lose the argument, although he wondered what they were even fighting over anymore. The rights to Dennis's soul? It was so stupid. Dennis would be the one to choose, not him. But he wanted to take her down a peg. Make her stop feeling so superior over him.
"I'm his mother!" she shouted back.
"Yeah, not his wife," he said and turned away, smiling but not wanting her to see.
"I don't think I'm Dennis's wife!" she yelled at him in shock.
"Then stop acting like a wife who's confronting her husband's lover," he said, still unable to face her without cracking up. He knew it was getting to her, but it was really ridiculous and he wasn't at all sober.
"Fuck you Oliver!" she screamed, sneering up at him from her chair.
"No, really, Melanie, why does this upset you so bad? You were never upset when I fucked Colin. Why was it okay for Colin, but not for Dennis?" he asked now grinning evilly at Melanie. The gasp didn't come from her, though. It came from the top of the stairs where Dennis had sat listening to the argument for several minutes.
"You had sex with my brother? You never told me. Not once. Mr. I Tell You Everything. You seem to have forgotten a few details," Dennis said enraged. He mimicked Oliver cruelly. "Oh, by the way, I'm fucking Draco Malfoy and I'm in love with him. Also, I should probably mention that before your brother was tragically murdered during the Second War, I fucked his brains out, too. I like you better, I guess," he screamed at Oliver.
Oliver cringed and closed his eyes. When he opened them, he saw Melanie with a huge grin on her face. She thought she had won.
"Well, now you know it all. The two things I never told you, mostly to protect you because I didn't want to hurt you," Oliver yelled back at him. He was determined to win this battle. Melanie pissed him off and Dennis was well on his way.
"To protect me? I'm not a child. I'm not broken. Why does everyone want to shelter me and protect me? I'm an adult. I stay here because my mother needs someone to look after her. I'm being responsible. I don't need your protection," he said sullenly.
"It's how I show that I care," Oliver said grabbing Dennis's face and making him look him in the eye. "And there's no comparison, I like you better than anyone else...well, except Draco, but you know that, too," he said softly. He moved close so that their lips almost touched. He could see Melanie out of the corner of his eye, fuming. But she didn't say anything. "C'mon," he said reaching out to grab Dennis's hand. "Let's get you back to bed. Everything will look different in the morning," he said soothingly. Dennis grabbed his hand and squeezed it after Oliver squeezed his.
"I'm sorry Oliver," he said. "I'll talk to you tomorrow, okay?" he said outside his bedroom door. Oliver nodded.
"I'll send ya a text, love," he said turning to go back down the steps.
"Don't call me love. You don't mean it that way," Dennis said before closing the door to his room. Oliver walked down the stairs and stared at Melanie, still seated in the chair.
"He apologized to you. How could you Oliver? I told you not to, but you couldn't help yourself. You made him submit. Are you proud of yourself? Feel like a big man?" she asked him in a low voice so that Dennis couldn't overhear.
"I told you, Dennis makes his own decisions. I can't make him do anything," Oliver said turning to leave.
"I told you to leave him alone, but you wouldn't. I will make sure you face the consequences of your actions, Oliver," she warned waving her wand at him again.
"Consequences for what? Making your son love me? Please. No one cares what you have to say Melanie. No one," he walked through the door, letting the screen door slam shut behind him. A dog started barking and he wished he wouldn't have let that happen. The lights came on at Bellmead's house. He apparated as fast as he could and then sprinted back to Draco's place.
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