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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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"Hey, welcome home," Draco said pulling Oliver into a bear hug. "I missed you," he said and the two kissed.
"Missed you, too," Oliver said after they broke their kiss. He had just returned from an away game. The Cannons were on a roll and hadn't lost a match all season. They destroyed the Appleby Arrows and Oliver was high from the victory. He was ready to celebrate. He grabbed Draco and pulled him into the bedroom. With a few flicks of his wand, Oliver removed their clothes and lubricated Draco. Oliver pushed Draco down onto the bed and kissed him hard on the mouth. He was inside Draco almost instantly, both men moaning in anticipation. It had only been two nights, but they hungered for one another. Even a few hours apart drove them crazy with desire.
Oliver rolled on his back, pulling Draco on top of him. "You do some work, my legs are sore," he said. Draco laughed evilly.
"Are you sure that's what you want?" he said, his eyes wild. He rubbed his hands together and eyed Oliver like a piece of meat.
"Yes, ravage me if you must," Oliver said, putting his arms behind his head. Draco laughed the evil laugh again and started moving his hips back and forth. He moved into a squat position and started bouncing up and down on Oliver's cock. He alternated with pushing back and forth, Oliver's cock firmly engorged inside of his ass. Back and forth, up and down, Draco rode Oliver's cock hard. He turned around, never pulling off of Oliver, and rode him in reverse. He started stroking his cock while riding Oliver. Oliver started thrusting from below. He was very close to coming. Draco's channel was so hot and tight. Oliver came, pumping up far inside Draco. Draco kept stroking his own cock and Oliver reached up and tweaked Draco's nipple. He flicked it and pinched it between his fingers.
"Oh fuck!" Draco shouted out and came hard. He pulled off of Oliver and kneeled down on the bed to kiss him. Oliver kissed him then pushed him back and took Draco's cock in his mouth. He sucked on the tip, taking the last drops of cum into his mouth.
"Ahhh, too sensitive," Draco cried out, pulling back with his hips. Oliver didn't let go for a moment, then sucked a little bit too hard and let go. Draco fell back onto the bed, his body shaking from the aftershock. They laid together for a few minutes in silence. Draco turned and rubbed Oliver's chest, resting his head on Oliver's shoulder.
"Missed ya, Draco," Oliver said, breaking the easy silence.
"I missed you, too," Draco said playing with the light blonde hair on Oliver's stomach. Oliver's phone buzzed. He didn't reach for it. Draco looked at the phone. It was lighting up and buzzing.
"Aren't you going to answer that?" Draco finally asked, driven to near madness that Oliver didn't answer his phone.
"No," Oliver said content to lay there with Draco. He was starting to get hard again and didn't want to have to do something. That was the only reason his phone ever rang--someone wanting him to do something. He wasn't in the mood. Right now, he wanted Draco. He wanted Draco on him, in him, he just wanted Draco. He pulled Draco's head back gently and leaned down to kiss his lips, but the angle was wrong. They laughed and Oliver's phone started buzzing again, lights flashing. Oliver didn't move to answer it, instead tried to make the kiss more tenable by tilting Draco's head back even more. Draco pulled his head free looked at Oliver's phone pointedly.
"Seriously, you're not going to answer it?" Draco said incredulously. "Is this what you do when I call you?" he asked.
"No man, you have a different ring. And no, not gonna answer it," Oliver said rolling Draco onto his back. He leaned in for a kiss but Draco pushed back and rolled Oliver over on his back. They almost rolled onto the floor, but Oliver caught them and pulled Draco down onto him and kissed him again. Their tongues met outside their mouths, rolling and twisting around each other. Oliver sucked on the tip of Draco's tongue, pulling it in slowly. The phone buzzed again.
"I can't take it, answer your phone!" Draco pushed himself back up and stared at Oliver. "At least look at it and make a decision," he pleaded. Oliver grinned at him but didn't move.
"No."
"What? I can't take it," Draco was losing his shit. He couldn't imagine not answering his phone. He couldn't imagine not even looking at it and just letting it ring over and over again. He grabbed Oliver's phone. A picture of a girl with cum dripping from her tongue flashed on the screen. "Oh," he said, swiping on 'decline'. Oliver laughed.
"That's why I don't even look. That can wait for later," Oliver said in a deep voice. He tried pulling Draco back to him, but Draco pushed him off. He was totally absorbed in Oliver's phone.
"Damn, there are like six new pictures on your phone from your road trip. Dude, is this every cheerleader from the Arrows' squad?" Draco said flipping through the recent additions to Oliver's collection. He held up the phone to his face and turned the phone in different angles depending on the picture.
"Yeah, there should be seven pics from that night," Oliver said looking over Draco's shoulder at the phone. "What can I say, I like cheerleaders." Draco scrolled and scrolled.
"This is insane. Is this every person you've ever fucked?" Draco asked, scrunching up his nose at one of the pictures.
"No, just since I got the phone. And I don't take a picture every time," Oliver answered reaching out to go back to a picture he liked.
"Gross, I hate that picture," Draco blushed when he saw that it was one of him. "Delete that one," he tried to delete the picture but Oliver grabbed the phone away from him.
"What's wrong with this picture?" he asked holding the phone so he could see the picture and hold back Draco at the same time.
"I'm covered in cum, it's so undignified," Draco answered looking embarrassed.
"I still love ya, ya slut," Oliver said laughing. Draco grabbed the phone back.
"I'm the slut?" he said shaking the phone in Oliver's face and he laughed, too. Oliver grinned at him. Draco fell back against the sheets, holding the phone over his chest with both hands. He sighed.
"I don't know if I can do this," he said softly. Oliver propped himself on his elbow.
"Do what?" he asked in a rough voice. He didn't like where this was going.
"Share you. You have a very active sex life. I am with you and you alone," Draco said, suddenly more conviction in his voice. He looked into Oliver's eyes, sharp and crisp cornflower blue. Oliver had a habit of staring too intensely into people's eyes and made them look away. But Draco didn't look away.
"What do you want?" Oliver asked.
"I want to be exclusive," Draco said confidently. "Or you move back over to your place," he added.
"Okay, we'll be exclusive," Oliver said. It was an easy decision, actually. "But you're going to have to come on away trips from now on," he said pulling Draco into a kiss. Draco hesistated.
"It's that easy?" he asked suspiciously.
"Yes," Oliver answered. "I don't know why, but I only want to be with you," Oliver said, sucking in Draco's bottom lip. He bit it, quick and hard. Draco moaned.
"You don't know why?" Draco said throwing his head back and exposing his neck. Oliver kissed down the center, sucking at where his Adam's apple stuck out furthest.
"Hmmm, maybe you'll have to show me," Oliver said, now sucking on Draco's nipple. Draco moaned again.
"Tell me why," Draco said again, pushing Oliver off his nipple and forcing him to look up.
"Because you are fucking fit, and when I fuck you I feel amazing, and when you fuck me I feel amazing. Everything you do makes me feel amazing and I don't want it to stop," Oliver said pulling even with Draco and kissing him passionately. This kiss was about sharing something more than carnal gratification. Everything about being exclusive with Draco was going to cause problems. But Oliver was already invested. Once Draco said the words, Oliver knew he would do what his lover asked. He meant it when he said he loved Draco. But he hadn't shown it. Now he would.
"I love you, Oliver," Draco said his lips lingering on Oliver's.
"I love ya, Draco," Oliver said deepening the kiss. The phone buzzed again.
"That's it," Draco grabbed the phone and swiped decline to a picture of a young lady with cum sprayed across her cheeks. "Can I delete your contacts? Seriously, no temptations, right?" Draco said quickly moving through the settings to the delete contacts confirmation page. Oliver looked surprised, but he smiled.
"Go for it," he said. Anything to make Draco happy, he thought. Where the hell did that come from? a different voice asked. Oliver just smiled.
"Are you sure? There's a lot of, um, history here," Draco said fumbling for the right word.
"Yeah. That's some immature shit right there, it's time for it to go," Oliver said, cringing at one of the pictures that popped up. Some guy he met at an concert. Yeah, it was time for his contacts to go. He wouldn't be texting anyone on that list anyway. He had Draco.
"I'm going to click on it," Draco said, one final warning. He hesitated, seemingly shocked that Oliver was allowing this. "This is final, there's no cloud where these are stored somewhere, and I'm pressing the button..." Oliver grabbed Draco's finger and pressed the button. All of his contacts were deleted. Draco took a picture of the two of them lying on the bed together and created a new contact for himself. Oliver smiled and then turned the phone completely off. He put the phone on the nightstand and turned his attention back to Draco.
That night, they fought over the mirror in the bathroom while they got ready for their date. Draco was appalled to find out that Oliver cut his own hair. It explained a lot about the style, or lack there of, because Oliver shaved his own head with the clippers set to the shortest level.
"Oh fuck that," Draco said unplugging the clippers before Oliver could cut his hair that night. "That is the last time you will be doing that," he said taking the clippers from Oliver's hand.
"It's easy and I don't need any of that gel crap you put in your hair," Oliver grumbled as Draco ran his hands through Oliver's hair.
"Hmmm, maybe we can use a growth spell and then I might be able to do something with it," he mumbled working the hair to one direction. Oliver squirmed out.
"Just let me shave it real quick," he said reaching for the clippers.
"No!" Draco yelled out snatching them before Oliver got there.
"Whatever," Oliver conceded, looking in the mirror and 'fixing' his hair.
"Hey, stop it, you're fucking it up," Draco said removing Oliver's hands and putting it back how he liked it. "Better. Not good, don't get me wrong, just better," he said with a smirk. "Now let's go figure out what you're going to wear," he said walking to the closet. Oliver had moved his stuff over weeks ago. He never really left after their first night together. It was where he went after he fought with Dennis and Melanie. It was where he went to make love with his boyfriend. The words sounded weird as the thought reverberated through his brain. He had a boyfriend now. And he loved him. He was swimming in uncharted waters.
He followed Draco into the closet. His things hung on one small rack or were folded onto a shelf above the rack. Draco's things overtook the rest of the closet and much of the spare bedroom. He apparently never wore the same thing twice and never threw anything away. He didn't stop at Oliver's rack, but headed to the back of the closet where his dress robes hung neatly.
"I can transfigure this a bit shorter for you," he said holding out black robes with soft blue trim.
"Dress robes, c'mon man," Oliver whined giving the robes a dirty look. "I'm an athlete, I can wear jeans anywhere I want," he reasoned. He pulled a pair of dirty jeans off the shelf. "Here, these really showcase my package," he said pulling the jeans up without bothering with any underwear. Draco rolled his eyes.
"Like I want to showcase that," Draco said shaking his hands at the sight of Oliver with his cock hanging out of his unzipped jeans. "Yes, dress robes. We have to tell Daphne and Astoria tonight," he said waving his wand and getting rid of the offending jeans. He dressed Oliver quickly by wand. With some adjustments to length and broadening the shoulders, he transfigured Oliver's robes to a tailored fit. He looked almost presentable. Draco looked for shoes.
"Where are your shoes?" he asked seeing two pair, grubby trainers and flip flops.
"I have a bunch of trainers in my locker. I wear trainers," he added nodding his head. Draco looked dismayed.
"Maybe I can transfigure some of my shoes," Draco examined several pair before choosing one to part with. He transfigured the shoes and handed them to Oliver. "Please tell me you have some socks," he said already knowing the answer had something to do with dirty socks possibly in the laundry bin. He dug out some appropriate socks and handed them over. "You were on your own for too long. You've forgotten all of your Pureblood training," Draco said.
"How's that going to help us dump our girlfriends tonight?" Oliver asked genuinely curious.
"Because we will be gentlemen about it," Draco said, straightening his own tie in the mirror.
"Really? In the restaurant, in front of the Greengrass sisters, we're going to be gentlemen?" Oliver shook Draco's tie loose and started laughing.
"You know what I mean. We will treat them like ladies and we will break it to them gently. We won't make a scene. And we will be in public so that they don't make a scene," Draco explained while he dressed. He stood next to Oliver in the mirror. Oliver smirked just enough that he and Draco matched expressions in the mirror.
Daphne and Astoria were already at the restaurant when Draco and Oliver arrived. Someone gasped as the two walked across the restaurant together.
"My gods, those are the two most handsome men I've ever seen," said an older woman at a table near the entrance, fanning herself. Several people murmurred affirmations.
Draco and Oliver sat down at the table after hanging their outer robes. The timing for their date couldn't be worse, Christmas was only a couple of weeks away. It was a rotten time to dump someone.
Daphne leaned in and Oliver brushed her cheek with his lips in greeting. He often greeted her this way so he wouldn't spoil her makeup. Draco and Astoria mirrored the greeting. Daphne smiled a dreamy smile, but everyone else looked stern. An uncomfortable silence overtook the table. A server dropped off drinks and Oliver ordered another round to be brought around immediately. The server looked curious, but took off to make the order. He finished his drink in one swallow. When the server came back, all four had downed their drinks. Oliver ordered another round, to be brought at the server's leisure. The server shook his head. Celebrity types, he thought as he went to make yet another round of drinks.
"So..." Draco started to say but didn't find the words to complete the thought. Everyone looked at him. "Uh, well, Oliver and I, uh..." he trailed off looking at Oliver.
"Yeah, uh me and Draco are uh," Oliver flinched when Astoria interrupted him.
"It's Draco and I. You meant to say Draco and I are fucking one another," Astoria corrected him. He looked startled. Draco choked on his drink. "Yes, Daphne and I know you two are buggering. Whatever, old news," she said with a flick of her wrist. Daphne closed her mouth, having let her jaw drop when Astoria made her proclamation. She had suspected that something was going on with Draco and Oliver, but she didn't think they were having sex. But the guilty looks on Draco and Oliver's faces made her realize how wrong she was about that.
"It's more than that," Draco said, finally finding the words he wanted to say. The server dropped their next round off and hurried away. He didn't want to get in trouble if he overserved the Quidditch star and his friends. Draco took a swig of his drink and set it down hard, liquid sloshing over the edges of the glass. "Astoria, this engagement is over. I've terminated the marriage contract. I'm going to be with Oliver," he said all in one breath. He looked immensely relieved when he finished. Astoria laughed.
"Oh, Draco. It isn't as simple as that," she said dismisively. Draco laughed back.
"Oh Astoria, it's already done," he said suddenly very serious. She looked like she might be sick. Then she looked very angry. "Don't worry, I'll give you a good reference," he said winking at her. So much for being gentlemen, Oliver thought as Astoria struggled to keep her cool.
"You'll give me a good..." she mumbled. "I hope his dick breaks off in your ass Malfoy," she said throwing her drink in Draco's face. She stood up and stormed away from the table. Daphne looked at Oliver shaking her head.
"No, not me, too," she whispered, her face falling into a frown. Oliver took a deep breath and nodded his head.
"I'm sorry, Daphne. We were never meant to be. And Draco is my boyfriend," he said testing the word out loud for the first time. Draco smiled, not a smirk but an actual smile. Oliver smiled back. Daphne tried to be angry, but was just sad instead.
"The things I did to be with you," she mumbled. She started to cry.
"I'm real sorry," Oliver repeated, looking to Draco with a questioning look. Draco shrugged his shoulders. He had driven his date from the table in anger, what did he know?
"Yes, me, too. I forgive you. At least you were honest with me," she said with tears running down her face. "Please excuse me, my makeup," she said getting up from the table. "I won't be back," she said over her shoulder, although neither man expected her to return.
"Remember the last time this happened?" Draco asked, caressing Oliver's leg with his foot under the table.
"I remember what happened after that," Oliver leered at Draco suggestively. They both stood up and threw money on the table. Neither conceded that point and still stubbornly paid every bill. They apparated near home, and soon went back to bed, now free of all entanglements.
"Where is this meeting being held?" Draco asked as he and Oliver hurried down the rain drenched street.
"In the old Pavillion building," Oliver said, tilting his umbrella into the wind. The meeting was being held in one of the Ministry's newest additions to their London real estate portfolio. They arrived at the building and hurried inside. Oliver's agent was waiting for them in the lobby.
"Hey Lawrence," Oliver greeted him. "What's going on?" he asked looking around. No one else was in the lobby. His agent, Lawrence Miller, called him to this meeting earlier that morning. He said it was urgent and sounded upset. He looked upset, too, Oliver thought.
"Look, I'm not going to sugar coat this. It's not good. I really don't even know how to describe this," Lawrence said scratching his head. "I'll just say it. The Hogwarts rape stuff is about to come out. Your name is all over this, Oliver," he blurted out. Oliver and Draco exchanged looks of shock. "Yours, too, Draco. I'm sorry guys," he said a moment later.
"But I never raped anyone," Oliver said matter of factly. He knew he was innocent, how was his name attached? He bit his lip. Unless it wasn't as perpetrator. What was going on here, he wondered.
"You'll see when you're inside," Lawrence ushered them toward the elevators. They rode in silence up to the top floor. The elevator opened into a single conference room surrounded with windows. The view of London was spectacular. The view inside the office wasn't as spectacular. Sitting around the table were some of the people he most disliked in all of the world. He sat down next to his agent and Draco sat next to him.
He scanned the other people to try and get a read on the room. He saw Melanie and Dennis Creevey. Dennis wouldn't look at him but Melanie stared him down. He turned and saw Astoria next to Dennis. She held Dennis's hand protectively and gave Oliver a dirty look. He kept looking around the room and saw Arthur Weasley talking to Xeno Lovegood. Rita Skeeter stood beyond them drinking a glass of water.
"You didn't tell me you have a fan club, Wood," Draco whispered in Oliver's ear. Oliver smiled and elbowed Draco in the ribs. Draco rubbed his side and grinned. Everyone else frowned. Suddenly the door flew open and Hermione Granger stepped in, still talking on her phone. She hung up and cleared her throat to get everyone's attention.
"Let's get this meeting underway," she said throwing her briefcase on the table. She searched inside and brought out several small files. Using her wand, she brought them back to full size and shoved the rather large stack of files in front of Oliver.
"These are statements from fifty-two Hogswarts students. They all lead back to you," Hermione said slamming her fist on top of the file. "Do you know what that means?" she asked Oliver peering over the files at him. His smiled faded. Hermione didn't wait for an answer. "It means that you can do this the easy way or you can do this the hard way," she said shoving the files into his lap. Oliver raised a skeptical eyebrow at her and then shoved the files off of his lap.
"The easy way? Or the hard way?" Oliver repeated looking at Draco. Draco shrugged his shoulders. They both looked at Hermione.
"Ms. Skeeter, please bring over the proofs," Hermione called out. Suddenly the proofs were placed in front of Oliver and Draco. Oliver read over the different proofs quickly. The Prophet and the Quibbler were going to do a rare combined issue titled, "Rape Crisis at Hogwarts!" One side presented him as a hero, the poster boy for the cause--the cause being Victims of Childhood Rape. The other side vilified him as a rapist. One side saved his career, one side destroyed it. They held his life in their hands.
"So either I lend my celebrity to your cause, give it legitimacy, bring in money, or you destroy me?" Oliver asked, not really believing that his destiny was in someone else's hands.
"I told you I would ruin you Oliver, take it like a man," Melanie Creevey yelled at him, standing up and waving her wand at him. Astoria stood up and helped Melanie back to her seat forcefully.
"Shut up, Mother," Dennis whispered, looking miserable. Oliver realized that he never got a response the last time he texted Dennis. That had been a couple of months ago. Oliver figured that the ball was in Dennis's court. It wasn't up to him to chase the guy down when he didn't answer a text.
"It's in everyone's best interests to limit outbursts," Hermione said glaring at Melanie. Melanie rolled her eyes, but stayed quiet. Hermione turned to face Oliver again, leaning over the table. "It's also in everyone's best interest that Oliver make the easy choice, am I clear?" she said never breaking his stare. Oliver blinked and looked over to Draco.
"I can't see any other way. I mean I can call Father and see if we can get it temporarily blocked or something, I don't know, but..." he stopped not knowing how to finish that sentence. Oliver nodded. He thought the same thing. He and Draco both came from old money. His father held a great deal of sway, as did his grandfather who raised him. The Wood name meant nearly as much as the Malfoy name in the wizarding world. But neither family had the power to supress this story. Not now. Too much had been revealed. Too many people had talked. Oliver was in disbelief. No one was supposed to talk about this. It had gone on since the beginning of time. It was just part of the Hogwart's experience. Everyone knew the score. When it happened to you, don't fight and you won't get hexed. Don't talk about it to anyone, under any circumstances. But a bunch of people had talked.
Oliver didn't think he should talk. But he didn't know why he was protecting such an odious practice. He didn't want to be the face of this cause. He didn't want his name attached. He didn't want to talk about what happened to him and who did it. This was going to ruin people's lives. He only had one choice.
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