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Incorrigible Infatuation	By : RowenaLupin Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 14042 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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11.)
There's a burning in my pride, a nervous bleeding in my brain
An ounce of peace is all I want for you. Will you never call again?
And will you never say that you love me just to put it in my face?
And will you never try to reach me? It is I that wanted space
Harry frowned and sat across from a bright pink haired witch with spiked hair. He was still in the hospital wing, his sleep had been terrible to the point of Madam Pomphrey drugging him with a Sleeping Potion and now here he was with this woman named Tonks in front of him with a Quick-Quotes Quill getting his statement and asking questions. She seemed cheerful enough but Harry didn’t like some of the questions she asked.
“Has Marcus Flint ever showed violent tendencies before?” She asked smiling at him.
“No,” Harry lied perfectly.
She arched an eyebrow. “Really? What about that day in the Three Broomsticks, where he grabbed a man’s neck?”
“You mean the sexual harasser who didn’t know what the meaning of hands-off was? That man was at least twenty something years old. He wouldn’t leave me alone; Marcus is very protective of me. Of course, he defends me. He may be bigger than me and much stronger but he’s not violent.”
“How long have you two been involved? How well do you know him? Some of his housemates say that he is violent and unstable that he scares even them.”
Harry growled. “They’re being stupid. I know him very well thank you. All I have to do is look in his eyes and I know what he’s thinking. We’ve been involved since November. His housemates are ridiculous and have hated the idea of us together ever since it was announced at the Yule Ball. What does this have to do with what happened? Why do you have to know my relationship with Marcus like some bint reporter?”
She looked shocked and taken aback by his angry tone. “Mr. Potter I assure you this is very important.”
“How so?” He demanded. “How is digging into my personal life important? Who the hell are you to ask me these questions? You should be asking me what happened not about my life.”
“Okay, what happened,” Tonks said uneasily. It was more of a direct statement than a question itself.
Harry told her about Seth Flint attacking him when he was coming back from Hagrid’s hut. About the usage of the Cruciatus and then about Marcus stepping in to stop it.
“That’s all I’m telling you. It’s all you need to know. You can get lost now.” She simply stared at him. He crossed his arms and stared back defiantly. “I will talk no more till I have Marcus back and by my side.”
“I apologize for the inconvenience, Mr. Potter.”
“Uh huh.” No she wasn’t.
She looked at him apologetically but all he did was glare.
He was a little unsettled and he may be acting childish, but he was very unhappy. Marcus didn’t deserve being taken away like that. When Harry finally left the hospital wing, he wound through the lowly lit halls back to Gryffindor.
He stepped into the common room and was bowled over by Hermione, Viktor and Neville were fast on her heels.
“Harry! How are you feeling?” Hermione kissed him on the cheek and the rest of Gryffindor began to whisper. It was weird how once a person of interest enters the room everyone breaks down in whispers. Why couldn’t they wait till he left before beginning this?
“Fine, a little angry.”
“I heard about Marcus, I am very sorry about this, it is very unfair,” Viktor said surprising Harry by hugging him for the second time. “That man deserved vhat he got.”
“Thank you Viktor,” Harry said sheepishly as Neville hugged him.
“Was it really the Cruciatus?” Neville asked white-faced.
Harry bowed his head. “Yes.”
“Maybe this will teach you to stay away from Death Eater kids!” Ron said out of nowhere, sidling up next to them. Harry’s eyes narrowed and his cheeks flushed. “You know what I’m saying is right! He attacked you because you were with his son! I was right all along he is a good for nothing disgusting Sly-”
Crack! Everyone gasped, as Ron staggered back, holding his nose, wild eyed in horror.
Hermione raised her eyebrows and Viktor arched an eyebrow. “Good hit.”
Harry’s fist jerked back and he sneered. “Don’t you ever say that about Marcus! You may be a friend but you have no right to insult my boyfriend for his parents’ wrong doings! That’s like blaming me for my Muggle relatives despising magic! Or judging Hagrid simply because his mum wasn’t exactly a human. It’s pathetic, wrong, and simply stupid! Now until you get your act together, don’t you dare come around me or I will use my wand next time.”
He dashed upstairs to the dormitory leaving the common room buzzing with commotion. He scowled darkly and flipped open his trunk for some new clothes. He needed a shower. The feel of the hospital wing was on his skin.
Afterwards, he tied his hair back to his neck and brushed some bangs and sidepieces so that his scar was concealed for the most part. He was in relaxed fitting black jeans that sat low against his hipbones and a soft emerald green jumper that fit his smaller form perfectly.
Fred and George approached Harry when he met Hermione, Viktor, and Neville.
“We formally apologize!” They both bowed to him.
“Yeah, we’re sorry for being such gits,” Fred said earnestly.
“We had no idea that Flint, however grimy he is of a Slytherin could defend you so - brutally,” George added in shaking his head.
“We will never question your judgment again.”
“We’re sorry!” They chorused for the second time together.
Harry laughed weakly. “Fine.”
“And might I say that was a good crack on Ronniekins!” George said brightly.
“Yeah little brother deserved it, even we wouldn’t stoop that low with such words,” Fred said with a Mrs. Weasley tut.
Harry smirked. “You guys are completely deranged.”
“That’s us!”
Harry, Hermione, Viktor, and Neville all went for an early lunch. Although, Harry wasn’t exactly up for eating. He dreaded the stares. He was used to them on a regular basis, but this was different. Someone was likely to place their foot in their mouth and Harry was likely to curse it off.
To Harry’s surprise, Hugh and Adrian were the first to him. “Why don’t we go outside?” Adrian suggested.
Harry nodded. “Better than in here,” he said cringing at the stares.
“I’ll get you something!” Hermione insisted.
“Thanks Hermione.”
He walked out between Adrian and Hugh, leaving the others behind.
“How are you?” Adrian asked. Hugh was eyeing him critically.
“Nothing that couldn’t be cured,” he said as they walked out into the windy afternoon. The rain had stopped but it was cloudy and breezy. Instead of sitting on the ground in the sopping wet grass, Adrian and Hugh erected a table and then chairs. Harry sat cross-legged in one between both Slytherins.
“What happened to Marcus exactly?” Hugh asked.
“The Aurors took him,” Harry said looking down at his hands. “They said he wouldn’t get in too much trouble. But they’ve already convicted an innocent man to Azkaban, who’s to say they won’t do it to him?”
Adrian frowned. “What do you mean?”
Harry shook his head. “Nothing.”
“Liar,” Hugh scowled. “I’ve heard you say it before that you didn’t need another person you cared about in Azkaban. Whom were you talking about?”
“My godfather,” Harry confessed. “You should know the story, Sirius Black?”
Hugh stiffened. “Yes, I know. They say he was a supporter of You Know Who.”
Harry rolled his eyes at this. “He’s as much of a supporter as I am.”
Hugh and Adrian exchanged looks and then honed in on Harry. “Explain!” Hugh demanded.
Harry briskly told them what he told Marcus. All except for the details that could really get him in trouble.
He went quiet when Hermione, Viktor, and Neville came to sit.
“Where’s that redhead idiot?” Adrian asked.
“In the hospital wing,” Hermione hummed handing Harry a plate.
“What for?” Hugh asked, not like he cared.
“Harry punched him,” Viktor said with a grin.
The Slytherins looked at the raven boy who gave them a careless shrug. “The prat deserved it.”
Harry was just getting to his toast when Hermione slipped the prophet underneath him. Scowling, he opened it and glared at the headline. It was by a different reporter and while it wasn’t slandering, he still didn’t like his name making the front page.
Suffering of the Boy-Who-Lived
Dark Knight Protector
He didn’t read the contents and chucked it into the wet grass before going back to his food.
Hugh and Adrian were excellent buffers for giggling girls who wanted to talk to Viktor or people who were bold enough to come up and attempt to question Harry. Hugh especially was intimidating and loved his Stinging Hexes, which sent people squealing back to the castle in pain.
Harry’s mind continued to center around Marcus. He couldn’t help but feel the anxiety swell around him. Sometimes his magic would give off accidentally. Not enough to get attention but he was agitated, scared. Whenever he got truly emotional and then frightened, his magic would slowly bubble. That’s how it had been with his Aunt Marge, except he’d been mad and emotional.
It wasn’t until near dinnertime that Professor McGonagall approached Harry and led him to Dumbledore’s office.
When he entered, he saw Marcus standing there between two familiar Aurors and his Head of House. To most, he would look intimidating and rather angry. But Harry knew better. The man was simply aggravated.
“Marcus!” Marcus had been ready and practically lifted the Gryffindor off the ground with a grunt.
“I told you not to worry,” Marcus grunted lowly and squeezed him until he squeaked.
“You know that’s impossible!” Harry clenched his robes and buried his face into his lover’s chest. “Are you back?” He would be very angry if Marcus was taken away again.
Professor Dumbledore beamed, while the pink haired witch known as Tonks stared at them strangely. Kingsley was watching with avid amusement. Severus remained expressionless; no one ever knew what he was thinking.
“Harry? Marcus here is under School Arrest until the first of July, Professor Snape has been assigned his guardian along with Miss Tonks.”
“You can just call me Tonks!” The young woman said happily.
“And I’ve come by to make sure everything is set. Nymphadora just joined the force,” Kingsley said with a slow smile.
Harry cocked his head to the side and immediately took a liking to the Auror. He reminded Harry of Marcus considering his height but there was something else as well. He seemed friendly without any pride or ego. Not that he needed one, Harry would guess that his size and look would scream instant respect.
“It’s Tonks, Kingsley!” She hissed and slapped him on the forearm. “I hate Nymphadora, whoever gave my mother permission to name me that needs to be kicked.”
“What’s going to happen to - uhm him?” Harry looked up at Marcus.
“Right now he’s in no position to be sentenced,” Kingsley said neutrally though his eyes told on him.
Marcus growled and was about to say something stupid when Harry placed his lips to his cheek. “Ssh!”
“He’s currently in St. Mungo’s in a secure ward. He has suffered some minor head trauma.”
“Which won’t be noticeable when he wakes,” Marcus muttered.
“What does School Arrest mean exactly?” Harry asked feeling Marcus tug the rubber band out of his hair and then the Slytherin’s nose pressed in against his ear, not caring who was watching. It took a lot for Harry to not laugh at the contact. He was however smiling a little too widely.
Marcus was never one to care whether there was an audience or not, teachers and Aurors be damned in his opinion.
“It means that Mr. Flint will not be allowed to leave the Hogwarts' grounds and while not in class, he must remain in his private chambers and if he were to be in the public eye Tonks or Professor Snape would accompany him,” Kingsley explained with a smile. “And yes, you may visit so long as Professor Snape and Tonks don’t mind.”
“I’m sure it’s okay,” Tonks said offhandedly.
Snape rolled his eyes but said nothing as Dumbledore beamed. “Excellent! I’ve already had the elves set up private chambers near Professor Snape’s in the dungeons. That way access will be much easier.”
“Also curfew is at seven. You are not to leave the private chambers unless it is a dire emergency,” Kingsley stressed. “You know what will happen if you leave the grounds?” He queried in a solemn tone.
Marcus gave a sharp nod. Harry frowned. “What?” In answer to Harry’s question, Marcus pulled up his sleeve to show a gold band on his large bicep. “What is that?”
“Magical Sensory. If he was to step off school grounds, he would get a very painful shock and it would become gradually worse. It was not my idea…” Kingsley said, seeing Harry’s eyes widen and then narrow. “I had no control over that, Amelia Bones and Rufus Scrimgeour are responsible for this.”
“They believe my violent nature needs to be curbed.” Marcus grinned sinisterly when he said this. As if it ever could! He thought inwardly.
Tonks shuddered by Kingsley’s side at the expression on the large teenager’s face.
“I guess it’s better than the alternatives,” Harry said sadly and pulled the shirt back down.
“Yes,” Marcus agreed.
(o)
Marcus’ private chambers were basic but they were nice. It was much better than the abandoned classroom they’d been using. The colours were typical Slytherin with a roaring fireplace, though Harry still shivered from the draft of the dungeons. Kingsley had left ten minutes ago. Severus was leaning against the wall with a bored look on his face, while Tonks looked around in a curious nature.
Marcus had yet to let Harry go. His fingers were twined into the boy’s long hair holding on as though in fear of him disappearing.
This was how Tonks saw it.
But Harry saw it in another light. Marcus missed him. He curled his arms around his boyfriend as best as he could and squeezed while being led from room to room. “Did they treat you okay?” Harry asked softly hoping not to be overheard by Tonks or Severus.
“It was fine. I was worried about you.”
“Nothing a sleeping potion couldn’t cure,” Harry said kissing him on the jaw. “I’ve missed you so much though! I know it’s only been a day but I worried… badly… I don’t know what I’d do if you were taken.”
Marcus pressed his mouth to Harry’s temple while staring around the small bedroom. “I paid my way out. A few bribes here and there. Anyone give you problems?”
“I punched Ron.”
Marcus snorted. “Did you? Did he bleed?” He asked hopefully.
Harry shook his head. “No but I think I broke his nose.”
“Good enough.”
“Your friends were worried about you.”
“Right,” Marcus said dubiously.
“They were! We had breakfast and lunch together. I expect to be getting a very long letter from Snuffles.”
It took Marcus a moment to remember that Snuffles was his godfather. It took another minute for him to recall Snape and that pink haired witch in the front room. What was her name again? He didn’t know or care.
“Potter!” Tonks was gone and Severus was all that was left.
Marcus immediately went on defense but Harry gripped his forearm. “It’s okay Marcus.”
“You can’t trust him, teacher or not. I know what he is.”
Severus flinched slightly at Marcus’ dangerous tone. Harry shook his head. “Professor Snape is not what you think he is Marcus!”
“He is,” Marcus sneered. Both of them narrowed their eyes at each other. Severus may have the magic and authority but Marcus had the lust and strength. It occurred to him that he didn‘t care if he got into more trouble. Not after what happened with his father.
“Marcus, Professor Snape saved my life. I trust him implicitly.” Severus looked at Harry, his usually neutral face turned into shock. “Whether he hates me or not is irrelevant. He is as safe to be around as Professor Dumbledore. He’d never hurt me.”
Marcus frowned down at Harry. “You trust too much,” he said sharply.
“That he does, Mr. Flint,” Severus agreed. “However he is right, I will not harm a hair on the golden boy’s head.” He sneered. “I have better things to do with my time than look after the two of you. So let’s get this straight. Potter is allowed in and out of here if it will keep you in line and keep me from going all over the bloody school to find you. Your meals will be brought to you. You only leave for classes unless it is an emergency and then you use the fireplace to get me, is that understood? That crazy Auror will be here for mornings to escort you to and from class since I obviously cannot. Do not be a nuisance and I will leave you two well enough alone.”
Marcus nodded.
“Thanks Professor.”
Severus eyed Harry quizzically.
“Professor? Can Marcus’ friends come in here?”
“I don’t care who comes in!” Severus snapped. “So long as he doesn’t leave.”
Marcus was still staring at him suspiciously as he left the room. Harry turned and wiggled into his boyfriend’s arms. “Come on Marcus, Snape may be a greasy git but he’s not going to hurt me.”
“I don’t trust him.”
“Trust me then,” Harry said moving up on his tiptoes to kiss Marcus’ chin. “Please?”
“I already do.” He crushed their lips together desperately. Harry melted into Marcus, fingers sliding into the robes and pulling on the buttons till they came undone. The top part of the robes fell to the sitting room floor; Harry latched onto his neck and grinned against Marcus when he was lifted up off the ground. He wrapped his legs around the Slytherin’s muscled waist and continued kissing desperately.
Harry had way too many clothes on! Marcus thought biting his bottom lip and getting an illicit whimper. Yes, too many restrictions.
“Evanesco!” Harry whispered as though he were reading Marcus’ mind. The younger teen’s clothes vanished and Marcus growled.
“How did you read my mind?” He taunted kissing Harry and placing him on the couch and then maneuvering between his slender legs.
“I didn’t I felt your cock,” Harry purred rubbing himself against Marcus’ trousers before spelling them off. “Hermione gave me that nifty little spell…” He wrapped his fingers around Marcus who groaned and pushed against Harry biting down some more and this time on his neck. “Mm, I’ve missed you Marcus, I need you.”
“Do you?” He ground up against Harry’s warm skin and enjoyed the trembling hisses he received.
“I do, very much so.”
Marcus took his time on Harry to prepare and touch him before finally taking them into the bedroom where they would be much more comfortable for what Marcus was about to do to him.
“They should never leave two teenagers alone in a room,” Harry moaned into the hard chest he was laying on top of.
“I’d fuck you with them in a room if I had no choice,” Marcus growled making Harry laugh softly and pull the covers closer. “Watchers be damned.” Though he wouldn’t want anyone else to see Harry naked, but then again, that would be what a blanket was for, right?
“I’m sure you would,” he murmured having no doubt that if something got in the way of them, Marcus would go through with it. “Exhibitionist, hm?”
“If that’s what you call it,” he mumbled. “I call it telling them to fuck off without the words.”
Harry smiled and kissed his chest and then rose up to claim Marcus’ mouth. This may have gotten something started again if it hadn’t been for a burst of laughter at the half open bedroom door.
Harry flushed ten shades of red as he clutched the covers and stared over at two very amused Slytherins. Adrian was holding onto Hugh laughing his arse off and Hugh’s eyes were wide and taunting.
“Well, well, well you like it on top huh?”
Marcus scowled. “Fuck off!”
“A foursome?” Hugh teased. “With Harry in the middle.”
Harry smiled bashfully and buried his face into Marcus’ shoulder as his boyfriend sat up and clutched him closely. “I don’t share.”
“Damn!” Adrian taunted. “Get your arses dressed and come out! You can do that later. We want to talk.”
Marcus rolled his eyes. “Talk is overrated.” There were plenty of over things he’d rather do that consisted of Harry remaining where he was.
Harry laughed quietly and shook his head. “We’ll be out!” He insisted tightening his covers instinctively.
The smirking Slytherins left the room; Hugh closed the door leaving the couple in silence.
“That was unexpected, there’s part of our exhibitionist watchers,” the Gryffindor teased.
“So they are - but knowing them they’ll try and join,” Marcus said sliding his hands up and down Harry’s smooth back. “As I said, I don’t share.”
Harry squeezed Marcus around the neck and peppered him with some more kisses before sliding off and summoning their clothes. Which they had to open the door again for. He was going to have to find a charm that spelled things on. Perhaps he’d ask Dumbledore next time. Though that conversation could get interesting… and embarrassing. Maybe Hermione would be the best to ask first.
Adrian and Hugh were lounged on the sofa. Marcus collapsed in an armchair and Harry used him as furniture considering room was limited.
“Finished?”
“We were just getting started, again,” Marcus stated with a smirk.
Adrian laughed. “Obviously! You were already naked, so we don’t feel bad at all for interrupting your horny arses.”
“Besides, it was only a day,” Hugh mused glancing at a cherry red Harry, who rolled his eyes playfully.
“How was I to know what his punishment would be? For all I knew I wouldn’t see him for days and weeks…” He shuddered at the thought.
“The system is fucked up like that,” Marcus said shaking his head. “If I was a poor bastard I would still be there. I forked over enough gold to add a new ward to St. Mungo’s if they chose.”
Harry frowned at that.
“Money makes the world go round,” Hugh said. “Just be thankful you have it.”
“I took it directly from my father’s vault. My cache isn’t touched.” Marcus was tugging at Harry‘s black hair as he spoke. “They’re too wrapped up at the hospital to shut me out yet and Jezabel isn’t very clever.”
Harry shifted until he was on his side and rested his head against the top of Marcus’ shoulder; he was in position so that he could still see the Slytherins.
“What are you doing when summer comes?” Hugh asked thoughtfully.
Marcus stiffened but Harry smiled. “I already told them about my godfather.”
“Why did you do that?” Marcus demanded sharply.
“I trust them.”
Marcus growled. “Harry! They may be my friends but you can’t trust everyone.”
Hugh and Adrian didn’t seem insulted, like Harry would have thought. He ducked his head shyly and peered at Marcus through his lashes.
“If I don’t, who will?”
Marcus lifted Harry’s chin and stared right into his beautiful eyes. “You cannot go around giving your trust out freely. Someone’s bound to take advantage of that.”
“I only told them that he was innocent. I didn’t say anything more and anyway they heard me twice talking about me not needing another person I care so much about in Azkaban. I couldn’t get away from that and anyone who is willing to listen to me when I say Sirius Black is innocent is worth it.”
Sighing, Marcus let go. Harry was too sweet, too trusting, and way too innocent. Marcus would always have to call him on his trust issues, lest he be hurt even more in the future.
“What about Black?” Adrian asked finally.
“I may be staying with him after school,” Marcus said finally, realizing the damage was done.
Harry smiled. “If anyone can hide it’s him.”
“Oh we believe that,” Hugh declared.
There was one thing Harry didn’t reveal, his godfather’s Animagus. Marcus had been glaring at Harry in warning but he didn’t need it. He knew better.
Marcus told all of them about the Ministry, the questioning, and the extremely small holding cell he had been kept in.
“Go get your friends,” Marcus prodded him. “Not the redhead.” He hated that little bastard. It was near dinnertime and the house-elf had come through asking how many were eating.
Harry blinked. “You don’t mind?”
He got glared at and no answer for that question. Marcus waited for Harry to leave before rounding on his two friends. “What are you guys planning?” He snarled coldly.
Adrian and Hugh gazed up at him. “We’re debating,” Hugh answered.
“On?”
Hugh didn’t answer he simply stared at Marcus.
“Elaborate, I can’t read your fucking mind, Hugh.”
“Do you think we’d hurt him after all this?” Adrian asked frowning.
“I don’t know what you think.”
Hugh reached over and snagged a roll. “You can’t really believe that we would hurt Harry, Marcus. We’re not Malfoy, we may be out to save our own arses but there are more clever ways to do that than spout off and get our friends killed.”
“I like the guy and we both have no intentions of using him for our own means,” Adrian stated sharply. “Marcus, whether you like to believe it or not, we are your friends and Harry is now our friend.”
Marcus however wasn’t looking at Adrian; he was staring at Hugh. The Montagues were just as bad as the Flints. The only difference was Hugh’s mother was a little more credible.
Hugh leveled Marcus with a stare. “I still have one more year to decide my own fate and if the Dark Lord comes back within that time, I may just take a leaf out of your book and either fail the school year purposely or do something more drastic. Whichever, I don’t think I could raise a wand to you or Harry Potter if time came for me to be marked.”
The surprise was evident on Marcus’ face. “You’re not kidding?”
“Would I kid about my life?” Hugh snapped. “No, I wouldn’t. I don’t even think I could raise a wand to that little Mudbl- argh - Muggle-born. Not that I like her.”
Adrian snorted. He didn’t have to make that choice. Not yet anyway. His entire family was neutral.
The three didn’t get a chance to continue their conversation for Harry came back with Viktor and Hermione. Hermione was holding a large, leather bound book in her hands.
During dinner, Harry noticed Marcus’ gaze flickering from Hugh to Adrian in calculative thought. Adrian asked Harry and Viktor what he thought the third task was going to be.
“No idea,” Harry confessed shrugging.
“I think ve’ll find out sometime next month,” Viktor added. “I suppose it vould be harder than the first two.”
“Harder?” Adrian asked incredulously. “How can it be harder when you faced a dragon and then underwater shit!”
Viktor and Harry shrugged simultaneously.
“I’m really trying not to dwell on that,” Harry said snagging the last strawberry.
Hermione was in deep thought, her brown eyes narrowed on her salad. “There seems to be a pattern in these tournaments. I’ve read up on the last four before they banned the games entirely. The first task is to test courage; the next is to test the person’s nerve and control. How far would you go to get something back that belonged to you? I think this last one is to test the person themselves, their character, and their strengths. Strength, agility, magical power, stamina, and most of all resourcefulness.”
“Resourcefulness?” Hugh asked blinking at the Muggle-born.
Hermione blushed. “Well, the last tournament that someone died in the judges tied a Portkey to each contestant and they were transported to a deserted island. They had to survive for seven days. Some days they could not use magic, some days they could. One of the contestants killed themselves.”
“Why? So you’re alone for seven days, no big deal,” Harry said in shock.
“Loneliness, coldness, they starved for days because they didn’t know how to get anything without the use of a wand.”
“Sounds like Malfoy,” Harry murmured.
“He’d die in a day without the use of magic,” Adrian snorted. “Ambition and self preservation he may have but his father and mother pampered his arse to the point of ruining him.”
“I still wonder why he came and told you Marcus about Harry being attacked,” Hugh said handing Harry the garlic bread he’d been eyeing.
Marcus scowled. “Probably scared the shit out of him.”
Harry frowned. “Draco found me?”
Everyone nodded. “He came into the Great Hall really fast. I never saw him look so undignified before.” Adrian smirked. “He looked like a drowned rat.”
“He’s only fourteen,” Viktor of all people spoke. “No matter how big of enemies Harry and this Draco happen to be, he’s probably never seen someone tortured before and to have it in front of his eyes probably bothered him enough to tell someone.”
“As I said, scared the shit out of him,” Marcus growled.
“I took it that he didn’t want to be blamed for it. If he had been outside at the time,” Adrian hummed.
Marcus frowned and slouched in his chair. He didn’t like to recall what happened to Harry. It drove him insane and made him feel more aggressive than he should. He grimaced when he bent the fork; hastily he placed it under a napkin when he felt a hand slide over his leg and up his thigh. He glanced over to see Harry watching him.
The others were preoccupied except for Hugh who had been observing them the entire time.
“You and I need to talk tonight,” Harry whispered leaning against Marcus and sliding his hand to his inner thigh and keeping it there. “Right?”
“I don’t know what to tell you,” Marcus grumbled in as quiet of a voice as he could. “You’re going to hate me.”
“Don’t give me that, Marcus.”
“I’m worse than my father.”
“Don’t say that.”
“I am.”
Harry sighed heavily and squeezed Marcus who didn’t so much as flinch at the contact.
When everyone finally left, Harry turned and leaned against the doorframe. Marcus was on the sofa, having discarded his shirt. He was glaring into the crackling fire.
“What did he do to you?” Harry asked moving from his place.
“Everything,” Marcus said through clenched teeth. Harry went to sit on his knees but Marcus pushed him off. “Don’t, not now. Not while I’m telling you this. Don’t touch me.” He cringed at the hurt that flickered across Harry’s face. “Please, it’s better that you don’t touch me.” He stood, rushed a hand through his hair, and continued to stare into the fire.
Harry was left in Marcus’ old place, the flare of pain in his chest at being rejected. He hated rejection of all things.
“I was three when it began. I was given potions. Strengthening Potions, some poisons here and there, I was then disciplined… repeatedly. I was taught eight simple rules. Those eight rules were all about the victim and me. The enemy and me. Anyone and me. When I was old enough, the experimental spells began. Some modified my growth; some modified the inner workings of my mind and body. They were vicious - they gave me power, too much at too young of an age. I was eight years old and I looked like I was thirteen. Seth Flint used every form of hex and curse possible against me until I became immune to them. Stunners roll off me, and I can even combat against Cruciatus. It merely tickles when I stand in front of it. I know, because I was under it for over two hours.”
He closed his eyes and saw the memories in his head like they were yesterday. Under his father’s brutal torture. “I was tortured over and over again. It takes a lot to get through the damage of the potions. My mind is messed up to a certain extent. When I get into a bloodlust I can’t see right. I see red that’s all I see - I hear, taste, smell, and crave blood; I crave violence. Everything and anything angers me in the slightest. I warned Adrian and Hugh to back off - I was dangerous. I still am dangerous.”
He took a deep breath and opened his eyes. His heart was pounding in his chest. He refused to look at Harry.
“I don’t know my own strength sometimes. I have the reflexes of a vampire and the bloodlust of both vampires and werewolves combined. It gets extremely hard to control and when I let loose nothing stops it…” He paused for a moment. “Except for you but that doesn’t mean I’m not a danger to you. It doesn’t mean I can’t hurt you. I can!” His eyes went unusually wide at the thought.
The tears flowed out of Harry’s eyes at the story Marcus told him. “You won’t,” he choked out. “You’ll never hurt me.”
“You can’t be sure of that,” Marcus growled and turned his eyes on Harry, only to flinch at the tears. “Stop it! Don‘t cry.” Merlin, he hated those tears. They should be forbidden.
Harry moved up off the sofa. His emotions shifting and twirling inside. He wondered when they would burst out. “You’re not dangerous. Not to me.”
“I am,” Marcus hissed but his words went in one ear and out the other when Harry curled his arms around him. He tried to push Harry away. “Please don’t- you know what I’m capable of-”
“Shut up!” Harry moaned and pushed closer. “Don’t push me away, please, Marcus. That hurts.”
“It shouldn’t. You shouldn’t let a monster hurt you emotionally,” Marcus snapped and grimaced as Harry’s wet face buried into his chest. He made no move to hold onto him. He feared it. He feared breaking Harry. “I could hurt you, Harry. I don’t need spells to hurt someone…”
“You’ll never hurt me.”
“You don’t know that.”
“I do know that!” Harry attempted to squeeze him but all Marcus felt was a slightly snug hug. “I know that because I need you! You need me, Marcus.”
“You don’t need me, you don’t need a monster in your life.”
“The only monster in my life is Lord Voldemort!” Harry snapped angrily.
“Yes but you don’t need an every day monster…”
“Are you leaving me?” Harry asked weakly.
“No, I am too big of a monster to leave you. I’m not human enough to give you what you need,” Marcus said coldly.
Harry growled and balled up his fists. “Stop it! You are being ridiculous.”
“I’m being serious. The potions used… the spells… the discipline… my training. I was made to be a weapon. Seth Flint wanted to present me to his Dark Lord as a gift.”
“Seth Flint is a disgusting son of a bitch!” Harry spat acidly. “You are Marcus. My Marcus! I don’t care what your father did to you. Do you think that will turn me away? No, it won’t! I will never turn away. I will never leave you unless you tell me you don’t want me.”
Marcus hissed. “I can’t do that.” He finally closed in around Harry and squeezed him so tightly that the Gryffindor gasped, eyes wide. “You see that? I’m barely putting pressure on you from my point of view.”
Harry whimpered piteously. “I’m not leaving you.” Even though his breath felt a little restricted. “You won’t hurt me. You don’t have the heart to hurt me.”
“I don’t have a heart.”
“You do! It beats.”
“It’s an organ that has no emotion.”
“Voldemort has no emotion,” Harry corrected. “You do.” He squirmed in Marcus’ arms, or rather tried too. “Hold me as tightly as you want. That just proves everything. Proves you do have emotions, you can’t stand to see me cry.” Marcus’ arms loosened up marginally, enough so that Harry’s words weren’t strained. He ducked his head and buried his nose into Harry’s neck. “Can’t stand to see me in pain… you feel Marcus. You feel because your father didn’t break you. You may be stronger because of it but he can’t steal your emotions and he can’t take who you are away. You can beg and beg me to hate you. But I will never do so.”
Marcus groaned he really didn’t enjoy the burning in his chest at all. He didn’t enjoy the feelings he got when Harry told him this and though he didn’t enjoy it. He knew he needed it. He scowled and continued to focus on Harry’s scent.
“I love you so much,” Harry breathed into his ear. “I need you Marcus. I need all of you. The good and the bad.” His tears were coming back but for an entirely different reason. He carded his fingers through the top of Marcus’ dark hair and smiled when the man began to kiss his neck.
“Why can’t you hate me?” Marcus growled. “Why can’t you do what’s safe for you?”
“Because I love you? I’ve never known love before, Marcus. But I know I love you. Voldemort is coming back,” Harry said shortly. “And I’m going to need someone who’s strong enough, hard headed enough to stick by me. I need someone -”
“Who can be your personal monster,” Marcus finished placing kisses up Harry’s neck and across his cheek to his lips.
Harry moaned into him. “Why must you call yourself that?”
“I am what I am,” Marcus said gathering Harry’s lips together and claiming them with soft nibbles.
“You’re mine, isn’t that enough?” He said into Marcus’ mouth.
“It is enough and I’m sorry,” he said huskily.
“For?”
“Pushing you away.”
“You love me!” Harry said factually with a wide grin.
Marcus dipped his head down and kissed him again. He didn’t have to respond to that, Harry knew it without it being vocalized. Marcus believed actions spoke better than words.
Hate me today
Hate me tomorrow
Hate me so you can finally see what's good for you
Hate Me - Blue October

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