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Unexpected Attraction	By : ariablack Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2404 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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(Harry Potter does not belong to me. It belongs to the wonderful J.K. Rowling.)

Unexpected Attraction

By Aria Black

Chapter 4: Unexpected Confrontation
George was with Draco�
It had been three days since he had see the two at the market, and he was STILL having trouble believing it.
�Why would George lower himself down to that twit?� Oliver scowled as he threw back another shot of tequila. �After everything that Malfoy has done to him and his family, to his friends� and he STILL had the stomach to kiss him?!� Grabbing the bottle of liquor, he poured more into his shot glass and threw it back, enjoying the way it burned going down his throat. �Bartender! I�m going to need another bottle!� Anything to get that disgusting image out of his mind�
Fred stared at the sight before him. He had missed Oliver for the last three days. Ever since their night out drinking, the captain of the Quiddich team was constantly gone. He closed his eyes, inhaling the sent of smoke and booze. Why Oliver decided to be in this trashy bar, all alone, and downing shots of tequila, he would never know.
He felt a pang in his heart. He hurt so much at seeing Oliver falling apart. It was almost too much for him to bear. With a sigh, he walked into the room, placing an arm around Oliver's shoulder once he reached him.
"What are you doing, mate? You never drink alone," he said, patting his shoulder and taking a seat beside him.
Oliver had to stare at the other for a moment, his mind fuzzy from the alcohol. �Fred!� he said, finally recognizing the other.
Fred sighed, pulling the glass away from his hand. "Okay, that's enough for you, my friend."
�Oh come on mate! Night�s just starting!� Oliver complain, reaching for the glass but fell forward towards the floor.
Fred forgot about the glass and swiftly caught Oliver, holding him close to his chest. "Steady there, mate. I think we should go home."
Oliver laughed and moved his head slightly, making so his nose was now against Fred�s neck. �You�re no fun Freddy�� he murmured softly.
Fred just barely held in the moan that threatened to burst from his lips. "Be that... as it may, Oliver. Why not come home with me. This isn't you, mate. What happened to make you so... un-Oliver-like?"
Just the though of what he was trying to forget made him scowl angrily. �Nothing, alright? I don�t even want to talk about it.�
Fred felt a pain in the area of his heart. It squeezed his chest and made him hurt. There had never been anything Oliver couldn't talk to him about. Having him say this now, it hurt. It really, really hurt. trying to mask his pain, he tried once more. "Did a... girl dump you, mate? Is that why your drinking more than normal, and alone?"
�No� no girl. Why do I need a girl when I have you?� Oliver asked, confused, the tequila completely gone to his head, and allowing him to say things he otherwise wouldn�t say to the redhead.
Fred's eyes widened slightly, before he looked down at the top of Oliver's head. "Of course, mate. You'll always have me. But... I don't think you'd want to date me," he murmured, even as his heart jumped. Oliver was drunk. He wasn't in his right mind.
�Who wouldn�t date you? You�re funny, kind, and down to earth. Anyone would want someone like you�� Oliver murmured, his eyes starting to droop. He was so sleepy�
Fred, unable to resist the impulse, kissed him softly. A light brush of lip across lip. "Sure, Oliver. We can go on a date once you get sober," he whispered, pulling him a little closer. All the while, he worried that he would begin to pray Oliver did feel for him that way, even when he knew it was just the drink talking.
"For now, let's get you home."
�Hmmm�� Oliver felt himself moving towards the door, and mumbled, half asleep, �George could do better��
He blinked, even as he lead him toward the door. "What, you want George over me? I'm hurt," he commented, not about to admit it actually hurt to even say it.
A snort was heard. �I�m talking about that stupid git�� Oliver�s head fell against Fred�s shoulder.
Fred looked down at Oliver. It was obvious he was a little past being drunk. He was about to pass out on him. "Hey, Oliver, I can't carry you home like this. Come on!" he exclaimed, trying to get him to at least make it to the alley way so they could apparate to the room.
�Nnnnh�� Oliver stumbled towards an alley that Fred was walking over to. As they finally got out of sight of any stray Muggles, the older boy threw his arms around Fred�s neck and let out a snort. �You know what George and that stupid git were doing? They were getting ice cream! How can George even EAT around him?!�
Fred looked down at Oliver, confusion written all over his face. "Mate, just what in bloody hell are you talking about?"
�Next time I see that stupid git� I�m� gonna�� Soon soft snoring was heard, and it was clear that Oliver was out cold.
Fred sighed. "This is the last time I talk to you drunk, Oliver. You're gonna drive me into an early grave, you are. Just wait and see. Just watch, I'm finally beginning to see why mum was always so upset with us." After his muttering was over, he gathered Oliver close into his arms and apparated them to Oliver's room. Once there, he settled him on the bed, pulling off his shoes and turning to let him sleep this off.
�Fred�� Oliver murmured softly in his sleep as he turned to his side, his brunette locks brushing against his forehead.
Fred paused, looking back at Oliver. He would feel like crap in the morning. He'd have to test out his new hang-over cure when he woke up. Walking back over to him, he reached out his hand and brushed back a few of the soft brown strands from his face. "Oliver... what am I to do? I think I've fallen for you, but you'd only look at me funny if I told you. I... I don't know what to do... and this is the first time I can't come to you with my problem."
Oliver continued to sleep, his chest moving up and down slowly, almost as if he was content.
After brushing back the rest of the hair from his forehead before moving to leave him to his rest. There really was no need for him to stay, even though he felt it inside his heart that he could watch him all night.
Oliver�s body shivered slightly as the other apparated out of the room and pulled the covers over him. For some reason, the room suddenly got colder�
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�Alright everyone! That�s it for today! Hit the showers!�
�Damn, Wood was really harsh today,� George heard one of his teammates mutter to someone as they walked off the field. �I wonder what�s up his ass��
George started to wonder the same thing. For the past week Oliver had been acting really strange. They hadn�t spoken to one another, not even during practice. It was almost as� as if Oliver was mad at him for some reason.
�Today I�m going to find out what�s going on, because this is getting ridiculous!� After his shower, he quickly got dressed and went to find Oliver.
After finally finding him in the office, George knocked on the door and walked in, closing it behind him. �We need to talk.�
Oliver, who was holding his head in his hands behind his desk, looked up slowly, almost as if he couldn't stand it. He had gotten something for his hangover from Fred, but there had been something different between them. Fred seemed... he didn't know... different. Now, with the reason behind his drinking and subsequent hangover was standing before him.
"Not now, George. I am really not in the mood."
�I don�t give a shit if you�re in the mood or not Oliver,� George said angrily. �You haven�t said one word to me all week except to yell at me when I made a mistake. What the hell is going on?�
Oliver's gaze raised to meet George's eyes, flames in his own eyes. "Actually, that sound be my question George. What the bloody hell *is* going on?"
�What are you talking about?�
"Oh, I don't know. A trip to a grocery store, maybe? Maybe a need for ice cream?" he asked, his voice beginning to heart with the anger and pain that had been building in him since then.
George felt his heart stop, his face went pale. �You� You saw�?� he whispered.
Oliver nodded, just once. "Gee... I wasn't drinking for my health afterward, if that's what you were thinking."
George slumped into the nearest chair, his head falling into his hands. �You� you haven�t told anyone have you?�
He snorted. "Oh, like I want to tell people about it? It's given me nothing but nightmare's George. WHY!?!? Why Malfoy?" he asked, almost in a whisper.
�He�s change� he�s not like who he use to be Oliver�� George said, looking up at the other. �I don�t know how it happened. I was upset about Lee, and Draco found me at a bar, drunk. He understood what I was going through Oliver, and after awhile� before I realized it� I fell in love with him��
Oliver, even while he couldn't find it in him to forgive Draco, he couldn't keep in his anger for George. He had been hurt greatly over Lee's death. George, was, well, he was happy. And how could he take that from him. Even if it was another man, he didn't mind it. But, he couldn't accept Malfoy.
"He's... good to you?" he asked, not even believing he just asked that.
George nodded, smiling slightly. �Yeah� he is. I still get upset about Lee�s death sometime, but instead of telling me to move on, he stays with me and just gives me comfort and strength. I know he�s done some terrible things Oliver, but everyone deserves a second chance, even Draco.�
He sighed, he really couldn't believe he was going to say this, but something was nagging at him. "What did... Fred say when you told him?"
�I� I haven�t told him� I haven�t told anyone,� George whispered. �You�re the only one that knows��
Oliver's eyes narrowed. "You can't keep this from him, George. It will kill him!"
�Oh and you think he�ll be thrilled if I tell him?! Do you think ANYONE in my family will jump for joy when they find out I�m not only gay, but I�m in love with Draco Malfoy?!� George snapped, finally beginning to lose his temper. �You think they�ll throw us a party?�
"If they love you, they'll accept it. Just like I'm going to accept it. Because frankly, you are happy. I can't make you unhappy." After a moment he sighed. He knew he should keep it to himself, but he couldn't.
"If I had trouble with gay's, then I'd be a hypocrite."
George looked surprised. He hadn�t expected that. �You�re� gay?�
"Let me see... I'm in love with another guy. I would really love it if he felt the same. Not to mention I would dearly enjoy it if I could call him mine for the whole world to know. Yeah, I think that would classify me as gay." He stopped, realizing his words had become spiteful. It was as if he... envied... George for what he had found, even if it was with Draco Malfoy.
The other smiled sadly. �You think I can scream to the world that I�m in love with Draco? Hell, I couldn�t even do that with Lee� though it really didn�t matter to us. All that matter was that we each knew how the other felt��
Oliver nodded, looking away. "I can't even tell the one I care for how I feel, so congratulations, you've one-upped me." He then sighed wanting to hit himself. He was being such a git, more so than Draco had been lately.
"I'm sorry. That was uncalled for. Besides, Malfoy has been talked about positively lately. Maybe things will get better for the two of you."
He couldn't believe he was encouraging this, but, he wanted at least one of them to be happy.
�Thanks. I hope things go alright for you and this mystery person too.� George stood. �I better head out. I�ll see you at practice tomorrow.�
Oliver nodded, but something made him call out. "Were Lee and you... going together? Like Malfoy and you now?"
About to open the door, George turn back to look at his friend and smiled slightly. �Yeah. Since 5^th year. Kinda just happened. We both realized we liked guys, and quickly discovered we liked each other.�
"Why didn't you tell people then? Lee wasn't like Malfoy."
�Because� we were afraid what would happen if our families found out. We were fifteen. We couldn�t stop them if they wanted to split us apart.�
Oliver took all this in. George had done a lot, but he had enjoyed his moment. With a swallow, he looked at him. "George, can I ask you something?"
�Sure.� George turned to face his friend fully, waiting.
"What if I told you, that the one I care for, is Fred?"
George was quiet for a moment before he smiled. �I would say tell him. Not like right this second, but when you�re ready to. Even if he doesn�t feel the same way, it�s best to tell him, instead of keeping it hidden. He�ll still be your mate, no matter what, that I can assure you.�
Oliver's eyes seemed worried for a moment. "Are you certain? He's my best mate, George, just a little above you. I don't think I could bear ruining that friendship."
�Trust me. If anything, I think he�ll return your feelings, but that�s just brother intuition.�
Oliver nodded, sitting there thinking it over. "Happen to know where he is?"
�Still on the field I thing. It was his turn to put away equipment.� George opened the door. �I have to get going, but just do what you think is best, mate.�
"I will. Thanks George."
George smiled. �No problem.� With a wave, he turned and left.
Oliver headed out to the Quiddich Pitch, determined to confess his feelings before he left for today.
Fred was locking up the bludgers, watching them fight for their freedom. Yet once they were locked down, they seemed to calm down. He watched them for a moment, recalling the morning. He had come over to give him his hang-over cure, only to feel awkward. He had told him they would go on a date when he was sober. But how much of last night did he recall? It had been almost uncomfortable.
"Relax, Fred. You can't let this get to you. He was so drunk, he possibly forgot," he murmured to himself.
�Fred? Can I talk to you?�
Fred looked up, a smile coming to his lips. Oliver was his friend, his closest friend, and he couldn't let drunken words come between them.
"Sure, mate, what's up?" he asked as he closed the case.
Oliver felt his heart race slightly. Even though George and Fred looked alike, aside from Fred�s hair being longer, there was always something about Fred that drew Oliver to him. �I� I wanted to talk to you about something�� he said, nervous. He was going to tell him. He HAD to tell him.
Fred picked up the case holding their game balls, his muscles flexing from the action. He then smiled softly and looked at him as he came right up beside him. "Sure, Oliver. What's on your mind?"
"Well, you see, I've been thinking about this for awhile," Oliver began, still nervous, "and I think I'm finally ready to tell you..."
Oh god... could he really do this? Could he really risk his friendship, something he's had for over ten years?
Fred turned his full attention on Oliver, his brown eyes serious. "Tell me what?"
"That I..." Oliver swallowed hard. It was now or never. He had to do it now, or he would never be able to do it...
Fred's eyes flicked over Oliver's face. Could it be he was trying to continue where he was beginning to go last night? His heart sped up and he swallowed deeply. "That you what, mate?" he asked softly.
"I..." Oliver knew his heart was racing well above normal. His eyes flickered slightly, it showing emotion unlike anything Fred had seen before Oliver sealed his fate.
"I think I'm in love with you Fred."
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(Wow, I can believe chapter four is completed! Two chapters in less than two days! A milestone I tell you, a milestone! Ahh, it just feels so good to be writing this again. This is my baby, and I my goal is to finish it no matter what. To everyone that reviewed last chapter, thank you so much for sticking by me as I slowly write this. I�ll name names next chapter, so until then, email or review, and I�ll see you soon!
Chapter completed November 29, 2005
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