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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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8.)
Did you see the sky?
I think it means that we’ve been lost
Maybe one less time is all we need
I can’t really help it if my tongues all tied in knots
Jumping off a bridge, it’s just the farthest that I’ve ever been
“Just ask him,” Hermione tutted. “You know he’ll say yes. He says yes to anything you want.”
Harry rolled his eyes and watched her flip through her perfectly written notes. “I don’t want to pressure him.”
“Are you sure you can trust him with Sirius?” Ron asked getting a glower from Hermione.
“Of course I can,” Harry said shortly and pulled out the parchment. “Sirius wrote a two page complaint about not being able to meet my new boyfriend. He’s rather worried.”
“I would be too! Do you have any idea how many letters I’ve received from mum?” Ron asked horrified.
“I don’t care what others think of my relationship,” Harry said sharply. “But I would like to introduce Marcus to Sirius. Cease his fears in more than just letters.”
“Remus will be there,” Hermione hummed with a fond smile. “I’d like to see him again.”
“It would be nice to see Professor Lupin, but bringing Flint?”
Harry growled. “Would you stop?” He demanded. He’d tried to ignore his friend’s side comments but they were becoming too much for him. “I heard your distrust and dislike for him the first time.”
Ron crossed his arms. “Well excuse me for being concerned.”
“You’re not concerned, Ron. You don’t like Slytherins,” Hermione accused.
“Same thing.”
Harry shook his head, if he didn’t like Slytherins the Boy-Who-Lived had to wonder what Ron would think if he knew that his so-called best friend was supposed to be one?
“I’m not having this argument. I’ll run it by Marcus and see what he wants.”
Ron groaned and slumped back against his chair. “I really can’t wait till you are over your Slytherin obsession.”
Harry’s eyes narrowed. “Not going to happen any time soon, Ron,” he snapped coldly before getting up. “See you later, Hermione.” He kissed her cheek and left her to deal with Ron.
He loved his friend, but he wasn’t exactly sure if the redhead was his best mate now. Ron wouldn’t stop it with the scathing remarks about Marcus or Slytherins in general. Every time they had a decent conversation, he would toss it in somewhere even if Slytherins had absolutely nothing to do with the conversation. He would find a way to make his disdain heard, as if Harry hadn’t heard him the first thousand times.
It still boggled Harry to see Marcus pouring over his schoolbooks and jotting messy lines that even Harry couldn’t read on spare parchment.
Marcus peered up once and shifted so that Harry could sit on his lap.
“Why so quiet?” Marcus asked. Harry was usually a chatterbox as soon as he got in the room.
Harry pulled out the letter from Sirius and handed it to Marcus, who placed the quill and book down. “Would you want to meet him?”
Marcus grimaced inwardly as he saw the letter. “Want and doing is two different things.” He could imagine how this meeting could go.
Harry laughed quietly, wrapped his arm around Marcus’ neck, and kissed his ear. “I’d like for him to meet you. I wrote him about Crouch being in Hogwarts. He wants to see me. I think Remus Lupin will be there too.”
“If you want me too,” Marcus said shortly and handed it back.
“You don’t have too-
“I know that,” he scowled.
“Sirius and Remus are pretty much the last link to my parents. When I found out about Sirius I couldn’t have been happier. I thought I was leaving the Dursleys and then Pettigrew got away.”
“I’ll meet them,” Marcus said. How bad could it be? It wasn’t like he could say no. It seemed that his life was slowly revolving around Harry. Adrian and Hugh had taunted him endlessly about this and Marcus tried to deny it. But now that he sat here, Harry in his arms, and he agreed to meet a werewolf and an ex-convict godfather? Marcus knew he’d have to be on his best behaviour. He also knew that he’d have to resist getting angry no matter what was said and how it was said.
Harry smiled and pressed his lips to Marcus’. “Thank you.” With a kiss like that, Marcus knew that it would be worth it. “Need help studying?”
Marcus smirked. “If you try and help I’m going to be distracted.” Not that he minded. Harry nuzzled against him and bit down on his neck. “Like now,” he said gruffly.
Harry snickered and brushed a hand along his cheek. “I just like touching, study away.”
“Fuck studying.” Marcus didn’t care anymore.
“I’d rather you do me,” Harry purred into his ear.
“I will.”
(o)
Hermione and Harry felt terrible about ditching Viktor. Ron was enthused until Marcus sidled up next to him, which prompted the redhead to go utterly silent.
A possessive arm snaked its way around Harry’s body and he was drawn in to Marcus’ muscular frame for a harsh kiss that left Ron cringing and Hermione grinning widely from behind her notebook.
“Hi to you too.”
Marcus said not a word. He didn’t like the redhead and he knew if he opened his mouth, his words would be anything but kind.
“I feel bad,” Hermione grumbled.
“So do I, but I think he understood. He didn’t seem offended.”
“Who cares?” Ron asked.
“We do!” Harry and Hermione announced at the same time. Both with the same amount of irritation.
Toward the end of the path, Harry was the first person to spot a tall slender brown-haired man with golden-amber eyes.
He gently extracted himself from Marcus. “Moony!” He called rushing to meet the man standing in muggle clothes.
Bill not only rectified Harry’s wardrobe but he also fixed Remus’. Who was in basic jeans and a long sleeved blue shirt.
“Harry! Wow, don’t you look gorgeous.” He hugged Harry practically lifting the boy off the ground and in his arms.
“You too Moony! How are you? It’s been ages.”
“Indeed! Ron, Hermione, and ah! This must be Marcus Flint. I remember you from school.”
Marcus gave a stiff nod. “Yes sir.” He remembered as well.
Remus smiled warmly then held out his hand for Marcus and almost squeaked at the grip the Slytherin had. “It’s lovely to officially meet you. Harry said you’d be coming. Well, let’s not waste any time, Snuffles is getting impatient.”
“As always.”
They wound their way up the mountainside. Ron stumbled three times and cursed out each time, while Hermione gasped and held onto Harry’s sleeve so she didn’t trip on the rocks. Marcus was ready and Remus couldn’t stop chuckling.
They were halfway up when they came across a large human size cave that would just barely fit Marcus in height. A big black fuzzy dog was waiting with his tail wagging.
“Sirius!” Harry fell to his knees and the dog jumped him making him laugh out loud and squeeze the stinky dog around the neck. He didn’t care what he smelled like and buried his face into the scruff. “I’ve missed you!”
The cave was lowly lit by conjured torches. Buckbeak the Hippogriff was gnawing on what looked to be bones.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione all bowed respectfully to it, while Marcus stared down at the man that was Harry’s godfather.
Gray eyes to dark eyes.
“Harry?” Sirius said softly.
“Yes, Siri?” Harry turned and grinned when he saw Sirius’ eyes staring up at Marcus.
Remus was stifling a laugh.
“This is your - boyfriend?” Sirius asked not taking his eyes from Marcus who grunted.
Harry bit his lower lip and nodded. “Yes, Sirius! Marcus Flint this is my godfather Sirius Black, Sirius this is Marcus Flint. Be nice!”
Sirius cleared his throat.
“I told you it wasn’t a good idea,” Ron grumbled.
“No, no, it’s a great idea, it’s nice to meet you Marcus,” Sirius corrected holding out a thin hand.
Marcus inclined his head. “Same goes with you.” He shook the man’s hand and just like Remus, he winced.
“Boy you have a grip… wow, you’re a big boy.”
Harry and Hermione laughed, while Marcus smirked. “That’s what they all say.”
Remus was amused, while Sirius once again cleared his throat. “Well, as you can see, I am the convict who supposedly wanted to kill Harry last year.”
“That’s bull shit,” Marcus said. “Harry always talks about you.”
Sirius and Harry both blushed. “Thank you, Marcus. I think I like you.”
Ron spluttered and Hermione beamed. “It’s nice to see you guys again. How are you getting along here? Are you both staying here? Do you have enough food?” She squeaked, each and every question rolling out of her mouth before she could stop them.
Remus chuckled and nudged her down onto some soft cushions. “Sit and breathe Hermione, we are just fine. Sirius and I wanted to be closer to Harry so we vacated my cottage for this place. We have everything that we need.”
Ron took a cushion next to her and Harry used Marcus as his personal chair. The man had trouble sitting on the floor and grimaced as he placed his legs in an unbearable position.
“I’m going to pay for this later,” Marcus growled in Harry’s ear, making the boy snicker.
Sirius was staring at Marcus and Harry; he looked to be deep in thought. Remus joined Sirius sharing a cushion.
“I think we need to ask how you are all things considering.” Remus pulled several copies of the Daily Prophet out. They were each rolled up.
Harry sighed and took them. “Most of this is utter rubbish!”
“We gathered that but we still need to clear this up,” Sirius said and scowled. “We know how much Skeeter blabs. She was a Ravenclaw, I went to school with her.”
“We went to school with her,” Remus corrected.
“Her name and fame is officially destroyed.” Harry smirked and told them everything. From the lies she wrote about Marcus to the lies about Hermione.
“Well, she had a point though Harry. You and Hermione are rather close,” Ron piped in. They could see that his ears were slightly red; he was jealous.
Hermione and Harry glared at him, Marcus sneered. Remus and Sirius exchanged quick looks with one another.
“I like guys, Ron. I don’t like girls. Hermione is like my sister! What’s wrong with me being so close to her?”
“I’m pointing out what everyone sees mate, that’s all.”
Hermione glowered at him. “No, I think what you’re saying is complete rubbish, Ron. I don’t care what anyone else thinks. They can go to hell.”
Ron gawked in shock.
“Enough about that. I know my godson is not exactly female inclined.” Sirius snickered. “Not that I expected you to be.”
“I don’t think a girl could handle Harry,” Remus mused.
Harry wrinkled his nose. “Enough about my sexual preference. I’m sitting on him that’s all you need to know.”
Everyone but Ron laughed. Marcus squeezed him extra tight until he made his usual squeaking sound; this caused Sirius to smile slightly.
Their conversation soon veered off Harry and his relationship with Marcus and onto the real reason why they were here. Barty Crouch and his visit to the office.
It was an hour before everyone fell silent. Marcus had been quiet the entire time simply listening while holding Harry tightly. His legs however were screaming at him to get his arse up. Sitting this way was not healthy though he loathed the thought of letting Harry go.
Marcus frowned in thought when he heard about how Sirius didn’t know if Barty Crouch Jr. was innocent or not.
“He’s not innocent,” Marcus said aloud getting everyone’s attention.
“What do you mean, Marcus?” Sirius asked.
“Barty Crouch Junior was a Death Eater. As far as I know, he was in league with the Lestranges. My father talked about them a lot.”
“Your father?” Sirius said in shock.
Marcus nodded and Ron glared at him. “It’s no secret my father and mother are as bad as the Lestranges. I do not hide that fact. Dumbledore knows this, Harry knows this.”
“And you have no intention of joining with them?” Sirius asked wide-eyed.
“None more than you.”
Sirius smiled when Marcus said that.
Harry blinked. “What did you mean by that?” He looked at Marcus and then at Sirius.
“The Blacks are overzealous purebloods. Lucius Malfoy married my cousin, Narcissa Black.”
“MALFOY!?” Ron shrieked in horror.
Sirius smiled grimly. “Yes, Draco Malfoy is my second cousin.”
“Bloody hell!”
“You’re my cousin too, Ron.”
“I am?”
“Harry’s my cousin as well somewhere along the line and I can bet I’m related to you, Marcus.”
“Probably.”
“Prewitt and Weasley married into my family. Potter and Flint married into my family and vice versa. Anyone pure of blood is most probably integrated in our blood somewhere along the line. Malfoy is very dominant when it comes to pureblood they are much like the Crouches and Blacks.”
“That’s a lot of interbreeding,” Hermione said frowning. “You do know in the muggle world that’s not even legal.”
“My parents were first cousins when they married,” Sirius said grimly.
Remus ran a hand through his hair. “Hermione is right, in the muggle world it’s not even legal. It’s dangerous to interbreed.”
“How so?” Marcus asked.
“It causes birth defects! Messes your mental balance up and can sometimes render you insane,” Hermione answered wide-eyed.
“Well there’s the reason for my dear cousin Bella.” Sirius laughed loudly.
“Bella?” Harry asked.
“Bellatrix Black-Lestrange. She‘s in Azkaban even before she was thrown in she wasn’t all there. A few loose screws.”
“So in other words you should never judge a person by their family, exactly what we told Hagrid,” Harry said smirking at Ron who was pink in the ears. “Who’d have thought? Ron Weasley related to Malfoy.”
“I am not!” Ron growled out.
“You are Ron,” Sirius said sadly. “Biologically if you are a pureblood you are related to them somewhere along the line but that doesn’t make them your true family. The family from your heart. Do you think I consider them my family? Hell no.”
Ron was sulking now and Harry found it amusing. Marcus was now settling into some thoughts he hadn’t expected to have.
It was coming up on five o’clock. Sirius asked to speak with Harry and Marcus alone.
Remus smiled briefly and winked at Harry before leading the way out with Ron and Hermione.
Sirius smiled when he turned. Marcus was grunting with pain as he stood up. He resisted the urge to curse out when his knees popped. “Watch your head.”
“You’re telling me,” he said darkly glaring up at the mountain ceiling that comfortably touched his head.
Harry snickered behind his hand at Marcus.
“Marcus, I wanted to extend an open invitation to you for after school. If there is any place you need to go, I have a townhouse in London that is heavily warded. I’ve already given it to Dumbledore for shelter. It’s about all I can do with my arse being on the run.”
Harry was stunned but it didn’t stop him from smiling widely. Sirius really liked Marcus? Harry couldn’t believe it. He’d been so nervous, Ron had been putting things in his head all week about how Sirius would be fighting with Marcus.
“I appreciate it, Sirius. I have yet to figure out what I am doing but I do know that returning to Flint Manor is not an option,” he ground out remembering the letter he had received.
Sirius wrapped an arm around Harry and pulled him in for a hug. Harry beamed. “You’re taking this all lightly, Siri?” He couldn’t help but ask. He had to know, his curiosity getting to him.
“What did you expect of me? To fly off the handle?”
“Mhmm,” Harry said sheepishly.
“No, I’m not going to do so and you know why?” Harry looked up at his godfather’s slightly aged face and waited for an answer. Marcus stood off to the side feeling slightly uncomfortable. “Just look at him!” Sirius declared causing Harry to choke with laughter and Marcus to arch an eyebrow. “If anyone can protect you, I think it’s him!”
Marcus grinned slyly and Harry clobbered him with hugs. “Thank you Sirius!” He said kissing his godfather on the cheek.
Sirius transformed and saw the two of them out and down the mountain where Remus and Hermione were in a discussion about self-Transfiguration. Harry hated to say it but Ron looked rather pathetic. He loved his friend but he’d really stuck his mouth into their conversations. Harry hoped he’d learnt his lesson today and would shut up about Marcus and his family.
Remus beamed and hugged Harry. “I hope to see you again, Marcus! It’s nice officially meeting you.”
“Same,” Marcus said curling a possessive arm around Harry, which prompted a spark to set off in Remus’ eye.
Sirius was watching them with a wagging tail.
“Bye Snuffles! Moony!” Harry waved before they took off back toward the main Hogsmeade strip.
Hermione smiled widely. “It’s nice getting to see them again!”
“It is, they both look much better.”
“More healthy, I had to make sure they were eating. They’re rather thin.”
Harry laughed softly in agreement and pressed his cheek against the right side of Marcus’ chest. “Remus does him a load of good.”
“Think they’re together?” Hermione asked.
“I don’t think what I know,” Harry said happily.
(o)
Harry leaned against the sill of the owlery; he was peering down onto the grounds at Hagrid who was digging at the ground around his hut. He saw Madame Maxime leave her powder blue house-like carriage to talk but he blew her off completely, which made Harry almost feel bad for the large the woman. It must be hard having giant blood inside of them.
“Boo!”
Harry jumped with a gasp and whirled around to see Cedric standing there, smiling widely. He had a scroll in his hands that he attached to a light gray baby-faced owl.
“Cedric,” Harry squeaked in surprise.
“You look like you’re daydreaming.”
“No, was sending a letter off and got distracted.”
“Ah.” Cedric’s owl disappeared and Harry’s followed suit. “Have any plans for Easter Holidays?”
Harry shook his head. “Not really. I never do. You?”
“None, except study for the third task.”
“Yeah,” Harry said grimacing. He’d nearly forgotten about that.
Nearly.
“So, you and Flint still a pair huh?”
Harry blushed slightly and nodded. “Yes, Cedric.”
“It’s really weird, Harry. I mean I’m not downing him though I should be - I know you’ve had a lot of slack from the papers and your own friends… it’s just an odd couple.”
Harry crossed his arms over his chest, trying to understand what Cedric meant. “What do you mean by that?”
Cedric was now a bit red in the cheeks. “I mean - I -” he paused for a moment as if contemplating his words. “You, Harry can have anyone you want. Yet, you chose Marcus Flint. That’s what I’m trying to understand.”
“There’s more to a person than looks and outside appearance, Cedric,” he said softly. “Outside looks don’t make the person. It’s what’s on the inside that counts. Marcus may not seem like much and he may even seem cruel and cold-hearted to some people but that’s only because they don’t know him. I know Marcus and I have to say that he’s a rather beautiful person.”
Cedric was practically knocked off his feet at Harry’s words. “You’re right,” he said after a second. “Very right, he’s lucky.”
Harry laughed quietly. “Why is that?”
It was the first time Harry ever saw Cedric Diggory look sheepish. “He has you.” The Hufflepuff walked away rather fast after that, surprising the Gryffindor through and through.
What happened? Cedric couldn’t possibly like him. They didn’t even know each other well enough. Not to mention Cedric was the most popular guy in school. He shook his head visibly at this.
But then again he and Marcus hadn’t known each other when they started a relationship.
“We heard everything.” Came a voice at the door.
Harry jerked again and looked up into the faces of Hugh Montague and Adrian Pucey. Hugh was a little taller than Adrian with a bit of a stronger boxy build.
“Really?” Harry asked slowly and hesitantly.
“You were serious.” This came from Adrian.
“Why wouldn’t I be?”
Hugh narrowed his eyes, walked up to Harry, and stared down at him. “I don’t believe this.”
“What?” Harry asked taking a hesitant step back.
Adrian rolled his eyes. “Hugh don’t scare him,” he snapped slapping his friend on the arm. “What he’s trying to say is, he can’t believe he’s considering liking you.”
Harry’s cheeks coloured. “Oh.” What else was he to say to that? “You thought I was just yanking Marcus around?”
Hugh scowled at him and Adrian gave a nod. “We did at first.”
Harry crossed his arms and his eyes flashed, completely insulted. “I would never - ever. Not even to my worst enemy would I play around with someone’s heart and emotions,” he snarled surprising the two Slytherins. “Why would I hurt someone who’s treated me so damn good? Like I’m actually worth something more than the Boy-Who-Fucking-Lived? Someone who doesn‘t gawk at my damn scar twenty-four-seven?”
The words did not go amiss by either Slytherin. Especially Adrian, who smirked. “You love him,” he taunted.
Harry’s eyes lost all of their anger, his features went soft, and he began to gnaw on his lip. “I -”
“Do,” Hugh growled out.
“-am not sure what love is,” Harry whispered out quietly. “But I do know I care deeply for him and I need him. I won‘t deny it.”
“He needs you, otherwise his life is fucked,” Adrian said bluntly getting an elbow to the ribs from Hugh.
“What do you mean?” Harry asked in concern.
“Hugh, he needs to know.”
Hugh glared. “I don’t think that’s a good idea right now…”
“Listen, Pot- Harry, Marcus’ family life is not exactly a bed of roses!”
“I gathered that,” Harry said softly. “There’s more though isn’t there?”
Adrian smirked. “Not so dim-witted are you?”
“Adrian,” Hugh hissed through his teeth.
“Perhaps you should talk to Marcus, get him to tell you.”
“Tell me what?” Harry asked, feeling worried and left out at the same time. “What’s wrong with Marcus? What did they do to him?”
Hugh was staring mutinously at Adrian. “Why did you get his curiosity running?”
“Harry is the only one who can help and you know it, Hugh. He needs to know.”
“Not like this,” Hugh snapped. “This is for Marcus to tell not us!”
“Someone has to and Marcus is too afraid.”
“What’s he afraid of?” Harry couldn’t imagine Marcus ever being scared of anything. “Adrian?” He grasped the seventh year’s forearm. “What’s wrong with Marcus? What did they do to him?”
“Some old pureblood families like to turn their first born sons into weapons… dangerous weapons.”
Harry unconsciously gripped Adrian tighter as he heard these words. “They hurt him?” He asked in a rather small voice.
“What do you think?” Hugh asked coldly.
“Hugh, leave Harry alone,” Adrian snapped. “Yes Harry, they did hurt him. They did a lot to him. He wishes to not tell you because he didn’t know how you would take it.”
“That’s why he’s so strong, hm? That’s why he doubts his self-worth,” Harry whispered feeling a pang in his chest. He wanted to cry as he spoke, the thought of someone hurting Marcus. He could hardly believe it; Marcus was so big and strong.
“Exactly, they turned him violent or rather tried.”
Hugh was casting spells on the owlery to make sure they weren’t overheard, he was no longer snapping at Adrian for opening his mouth but now rather trying to keep it as silent as possible. The damage was done there was no other reason to yell at Adrian.
“It seems Potter that you are the only one who calms him,” Hugh confessed. “I don’t know what the hell you did to our friend but I admit that it’s not a bad thing.”
Harry was still holding onto Adrian, his mind completely unfocused, and his heart still in pain. “What can I do?”
“Don’t stop whatever it is you’re doing!” Adrian insisted.
“I couldn’t if I wanted to Adrian,” Harry said softly. He had a lot to take in and a lot to think about. “Although, I’m not the safest person to be around…”
“No shit,” Hugh scowled. “He just had to pick you!”
Harry growled at him. “I’ll do all I can to keep him safe.”
Adrian smiled at this. “I know you will Harry. Nevermind Hugh, he likes you he just doesn’t want to admit it.”
“Fuck you Adrian!” Hugh spat.
Adrian chuckled and Harry blushed. “I won’t hurt him, I’d never do that.”
Hugh glared once at Harry before nodding. “Good.”
“It’s nice to know Marcus has friends who care about him,” Harry said after a moment of silence.
Adrian smirked and Hugh rolled his eyes but there was no longer a venomous expression. “You better go Harry, Marcus will kill us for telling you in the first place.”
“Kill you, I had nothing to do with it.”
“Conspiracy,” Adrian reminded getting a glower from his companion.
“I’m glad you told me, I understand why Marcus wouldn’t want me to know of this…” To know that he was used, abused, and made into a weapon? That was cruel; how could a parent even think that way?
“I only told you half of it Harry. I didn’t tell you all. The rest is far worse and it needs to come from him and him alone.”
“Thanks Adrian, Hugh.”
“Don’t thank me!” Hugh snapped. “Thank the loudmouth git but not me.”
Harry chuckled. “Thank you Hugh,” he repeated and winked at the tall Slytherin before leaving the owlery with very heavy thoughts.
I know we’re headed somewhere, I can see how far we’ve come
But still I can’t remember anything
Lets not do the wrong thing and I’ll swear it might be fun
It’s a long way down when all the knots we’ve tied have come undone
Anywhere you go, I’ll follow you down
Anyplace but those I know by heart
Anywhere you go, I’ll follow you down
Follow You Down - Gin Blossoms
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