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Gone in a Glance
It wasn't often that Harry finds the shock of his life while cleaning his own home. But lying in his hand was a pair of lacy black lingerie.
He could feel his hand shaking as they fell to the floor.
Then there were footsteps.
Harry looked up to see Dean, a look of guilt on his face.
"Harry—"
"Don’t—" Harry begged before licking his lips. "Please tell me it’s not what I think."
"It's not what you think," Dean tried to say.
Harry let out a sarcastic laugh, "and what!? Are you seriously going to tell me that these are yours!? I'm not stupid!"
He wanted to scream and cry when he saw Dean's eyes watering, his voice breaking as his shoulders sagged.
"It was a mistake." He croaked. "It meant nothing."
Harry felt tears start to roll down his face as the color drained from his face, "it obviously did...
"Harry..." Dean tried to reach out to him.
Harry moved out of the way, "don't fucking touch me! Just… just get out."
"Harry, please," Dean cried, "We knew it was a mistake the moment it happened. We never wanted to hurt you."
Harry froze, he didn't like the sound of that.
"It's someone I know?" He choked. This was worse than a random chick at the bar. "Who?" He asked, deadly calm
Dean shook his head as he plead, "I can't... I can't.... it'll hurt you."
"Don't you think it's a bit late for that! Who?!" Harry snapped
"Harry," Dean begged. "I love you,"
"No." Harry snapped. "You don't get to pull that card. And you obviously don't mean it if you were willing to fuck some witch over me! At least have some decency to tell me the truth! So, who the fuck was worth ruining us over?!"
"I'm sorry." Dean cried, hands tearing at his hair. Harry felt his heart sink further, his mind racing. Who the fuck would Dean try to protect over telling the truth?
"Dean!" Harry snapped, he needed to know.
"Ginny." Dean finally whispered in despair. Harry stumbled back, blindly fumbling as he choked.
He shook his head in denial. Not wanting to believe it.
Harry knew that the witch had always been after his fame. Had even been after Dean for a short time during school. Dean had told him time and time again that he had no interest in her, only him.
Had it all been a lie? Were they having sex behind his back since Hogwarts?
He didn't know what to believe anymore.
Why was everything he had always taken away from him? He didn't know what to trust and who.
"How long?" Harry spat, "How long have you been fucking her behind my back?!"
"I... I love you, Harry." Dean tried, arms reaching out to hug him. "I am so sorry; I’m an idiot, and I made a stupid mistake, but we can move past this. I swear!" He cried, "I will make it better. I will!" He tried desperately.
"Don't touch me!" Harry roared. "How long? Days? Weeks? Months? Years?"
Dean bit his lip and he looked away, refusing eye contact.
Harry let out a cry as Dean finally admitted. "We never really stopped." Dean took a deep breath. "We broke up, and she means nothing to me. I love you, always have. But she just has this way to get under my skin." Dean groaned, running his hands over his face. "I swear, Harry you are the one for me. I never wanted to hurt you."
Harry could feel his heart cracking in two as he heard every word. He felt so much betrayal. Dean had only used him...
"So, all of these years, you have lied to my face. All those years when I got insecure because I feared that you wouldn't pick me. Now it turns out that you never did. You love me? Fuck you! You never did! The only thing that you wanted was to get your dick wet! Get out and don't fucking come back!"
"I will stay with Seamus for a bit." Dean nodded, "But I won't let you go Harry. I will fight until you believe me." He went to kiss him on the cheek, but the death glare made him falter.
"You will never get another chance!" Harry hissed venomously.
Harry could feel his entire body tense up until Dean was gone. Then he felt himself breaking.
They had shared their home for years. It had been Harry's first and then Dean had moved in. But he wasn't sure that he was able to look at it the same way again.
Who knows how many times that Ginny had slept in his bed with Dean.
Just the thought made Harry sob. He felt used.
He had to get out. He couldn't sit here in their lounge, with Dean's books all over the coffee table. His jacket on the back of the couch. Photos of them over the years hanging on the walls. He was disgusted at the lovesick looks he was giving the dark-skinned man in them. How could he have fallen for his game? Had any of it been real?
Had Dean only been after the Boy-Who-Lived, like Ginny had? He didn't know and he wasn't sure that he wanted to. The fact that it had been years still stung like a sword wound.
His eyes looked blankly around the house. It had so many memories, now all of them tainted. And he would have crumpled to the floor if not for a pair of arms.
Harry blinked his eyes, tears blurring his vision.
"Marcus?" he asked in confusion.
It wasn't really uncommon for visitors to stop by his home. He and Marcus had been on friendly terms for several years now.
He had always thought the Slytherin hated him over the years. Though he later admitted that he only hated where he wasn't Seeker for Slytherin. Their first real conversation had been when Harry had saved his life during the Battle of Hogwarts.
It hadn't been intentional either, Harry had seen the wand and reacted. The flash of green had missed the pair of them. He sent a blasting curse to the pair in black robes. The sounding thud let him know they wouldn't be moving anytime soon.
It would be later that Harry would learn that it had been Marcus' parents that had tried to kill him. Retribution for never taking the mark and being on the wrong side. They had been killed in battle, never able to hurt their son again.
Dean, of course had hated it, so had Ronald, Ginny, and Hermione. Surprisingly the ones who didn’t care less were Fred, George, Percy and Oliver.
"I got you," Marcus whispered in his ear.
"Why?" Harry couldn't help but cry.
"Because he is a fucking moron." Marcus grunted; he had heard them starting to fight as he went to knock on the door. He had wanted to burst in and smash Dean in the face. But he had waited instead, hexing the fucker right as he apparated out. He wouldn't be able to fuck Weaselette anytime soon, he grinned. But Harry needed him.
"How much did you hear?" Harry asked sobbing.
"Pretty much all of it." Marcus admitted. He hadn't once lied to Harry, and he wouldn't start now, even if he knew it would embarrass the man.
Harry couldn't handle to look at Marcus, surely, he must think he was useless at this point. He couldn't even tell when his own partner was being unfaithful to him. It had taken him to finding a pair of witch's lingerie to realize it.
Was it really that impossible to find someone that would actually want him and him only?
"It's not your fault." Marcus grunted, squeezing him tightly, moving them both to the couch with ease. Even as an adult, Harry was still tiny compared to him. "You didn't deserve that, and you are worth more than what he treated you like."
"Wha—?" Harry stuttered.
"You Gryffindors wear every thought on your face," Marcus grinned.
Harry would have normally blushed in that circumstance. It wasn't the only time that Marcus had said that to him. He still felt drained and heartbroken. Everything still felt so fresh and new. He didn't know what he was going to do now.
"I'm going to have to find a new place." Harry muttered aloud; he couldn't stay here. "Guess I will stay at Grimmauld while I search." He whispered in disgust and shuddered.
"You can stay with me." Marcus interjected quickly. "You hate Grimmauld, you shouldn't have to stay there because of that fucker."
"Marcus... I'm not going to force you to deal with this." Harry said, leaving out the me part. "But I-- I can't stay here. I won't even be able to sleep here," his lip trembled.
Harry felt a slight shudder rush through him. The images wouldn't stop. All he could imagine was Dean in bed together with Ginny. Her satisfying him in ways he couldn't.
"You aren't forcing me to do anything." Marcus scoffed. Although he knew Harry wasn't ready to know it, he had been in love with the Gryffindor for years, always watching bitterly as Dean had what he wanted. He had never liked the little fucker. Something about him and how he paraded Harry in front of others pissed him off.
Harry looked hesitant but slowly nodded. He knew nobody could force Marcus do anything unless he wanted to. But he couldn't help but feel that Marcus would regret it. Most people did.
His green eyes filled with tears was breaking Marcus' heart and making him want to do something that would probably land him in Azkaban.
Harry had to blink away the tears that kept falling, forcing himself to look around. As much as he didn't want to be there no more. There were a few items that he couldn't bear to leave without. Though even he couldn't force himself to look at the pictures. He didn't want to breakdown again.
Marcus let him go so he could grab his invisibility cloak, the Marauders Map and some of his most beloved belongs. Most of the gifts had been from Sirius, Remus, and the old Quidditch team. He made sure that the picture album was among those items. The things that he knew Harry wouldn’t want to leave behind. Treasuring them even more after they were gone.
"You ready?" Marcus asked softly, as Harry looked around at the flat broken.
"I just want to wake up." Harry groaned.
Marcus' lips thinned; he didn't have an answer for the Gryffindor. Though there was a heavy temptation to set the place on fire. To destroy everything in its path. He resisted for now.
"Hold tight," he warned.
The tight feeling of apparition was enough to make Harry sick over the floor. He would have felt guilty over it, but Marcus had quickly vanished the mess. And he knew that Marcus wouldn’t let him feel bad over it. But that didn’t mean that he didn’t.
His watery eyes glanced over the entry hall in Marcus’ home. This wasn’t the first time he had been here. It had only been a few weeks since he had stepped a foot in here. Most of the time, Marcus would swing by his place for a few hours before heading to work or working on whatever assignment he did.
Marcus had been determined to make his home nothing like Flint Manor. He had hated the cold and absolute dreading feeling there. And another, he didn’t want to have some big house and there be so many unused rooms in it.
There were a few unused rooms in the house, least the ones that hadn’t been turned into guest bedrooms and studies.
Harry could feel a hint of a smile threatening to break on his lips. He could feel the wave of home almost overwhelm him. Something he wasn’t sure would happen ever since that… revelation.
He gazed at the pictures as he walked down the hall. Most of them were pictures of friends. There was a group Quidditch picture, Marcus had been in his last year. One of them was a picture with Marcus’ arm around Terence Higgs and Graham Montague. There were even a few of him and Marcus.
Harry’s smile was sad as he looked at them. At least it was better than the tears. At least his friendship with Marcus was real enough. He eventually tore his gaze from the photographs, ignoring the kitchen as he passed by it.
He was familiar enough with Marcus’ home that he knew which room was saved as his. Perhaps he should feel bad that he didn’t even say a word to Marcus before shutting the door. He just wanted to be alone and wallow in his own self-pity.
Harry crumbled on the sheets of the bed, clutching at them. Letting out a small cry of anguish as he curled into a ball. The wave of tears had started again as they stained the comforter. He wanted the pain to go away.
He stayed like that until he cried himself to sleep.
Over the course of the next few days Harry didn't do much but stay in that room. He refused to come out unless it was to eat but even then, that could be rare. He didn't feel hungry and didn't want to talk.
Forgetting that Marcus wasn't the confrontational type of person when he knew not to bring something up. He had some self-respect, to those that earned it.
Most days, Harry didn't even move from the bed unless he was required to use the bathroom. Welcoming the emotional pain at that point. Feeling like he deserved it. He had suffered all his life, why would a love life be any different.
It had been almost eleven days when Marcus finally had enough.
"Up and at ‘em, Potter" Marcus woke him up cheerily, opening the curtains and letting the sun come shining through.
"What the fuck, Marcus," Harry groaned, rolling back over, burying his face into the pillow.
"You need to get out of this room," Marcus laughed as he yanked the duvet off. He allowed himself a moment of staring in surprise as Harry sat up with a cry trying to grab the blanket back.
Wow.
He slept in just boxers, tanned stomach hard and flat, his muscles rippling. He was lean compared to Marcus' own massive build, but no less toned. No wonder he was still a fabulous Seeker.
"I promise you; you will enjoy this." Marcus promised before shaking his head, Harry needed him as a friend right now. Not as a perv who had been in love with him since before the Battle of Hogwarts.
"First thing, you need a shower. Because fuck." Marcus wrinkled his nose at his body odor.
He then smirked as Harry tentatively sniffed himself only to flinch and nod in agreement reluctantly.
"Then I have a surprise day out for you."
Harry grumbled as he finally got out of bed. Not looking to see if Marcus had left the room when he begrudgingly walked to the bathroom. And as much as he hated to admit it, it did help. His mind felt lighter.
“Good, you’re ready,” Marcus grinned.
“So, where are we going?” Harry groaned as Marcus dragged him out of the door.
Marcus had forced him into tight leggings and a long sleeved thermal.
“What are we doing?” Harry tried.
“Just chill, Harry. Merlin…” Marcus laughed. “You trust me, don’t you?”
"Of course, I do." Harry replied without hesitation. Marcus tried not to place much thought into how fast that response was.
"Close your eyes." Marcus grinned, grabbing his shoulder before apparating.
Harry felt himself slightly stumble at the landing but didn’t fall. He wasn’t a fan of side-along apparition. But he was thankful enough that he didn’t lose his stomach.
His eyes flickered open, blinking them to get used to the light. They were outside, if the wind trying to nip at any skin, was any indication.
“You are ridiculous…” Harry rolled his eyes.
His words were soon cut off, “Marcus… what is this?”
This, is your surprise." Marcus grinned stepping forward and knocking on the heavy doors in front of them.
Harry's mouth dropped open when the door swung open to reveal a grinning face.
"You made it!" The newcomer greeted them joyfully.
"Oliver?!" Harry asked "What?" He stuttered as Oliver Wood pulled him through the doorway.
Harry blinked shocked at the sight before him. The sun beating down on a large open field, surrounded by stadium seating.
"Well to the training arena of Puddlemere United!" Oliver grinned with his arms open wide.
"You're joking!?" Harry exclaimed, not able to believe it. Then he turned to face Marcus, a grin on his face.
"You did this!?"
"Well, Oliver got us in here." Marcus shrugged with a blush.
"Yeah, but you are the one who sent us all letters and arranged a date when we were all free," Oliver shot back.
They had long gotten over their rivalry. The war did that for most of the house fights. The House Cup and Quidditch Cup just didn't seem as important after all the lives lost.
"All?" Harry gaped, head swinging between the two men.
"You couldn't wait another damn minute," another voice cursed, it was Graham Montague, he was marching around the corner.
"And course Terence won't stop bitching because he set something else on fire," he rolled his eyes
"In my defense, I was left alone." Terence called back
Marcus snorted, "like you did back in the dorms?"
"You can't prove that one was me!"
"I watched you do it, you fucker!" Marcus shot back.
Harry laughed hysterically at their banter. Oh, he had missed this easy comradery between his friends. Dean hadn't like him around his other male friends, said it had made him uncomfortable.
“And set my robes on fire while you were at it,” Adrian grumbled.
“I said I was sorry!” Terence cried out.
Adrian huffed before grinning.
"Hey!" another voice came from behind them.
"There you are!" a second voice joined the first.
Harry spun and with grin launched himself into Fred and George Weasley for a hug. The twins wrapped their arms around him tightly.
"Sorry, Harry," Fred muttered in his hair.
"We heard." George added.
"Fucking slut." Fred sneered before grinning when he heard Harry laugh.
"We booby trapped her bathroom." George snickered,
"If that helps." Fred finished.
Harry had tears of laughter and relief in his eyes as he pulled away from them.
"Thank you, guys, for being here." Harry said smiling.
"Of course!" They chorused.
Terence pouted, "and you didn't say a word to us. That's disgraceful..."
"Why would we?" Fred teased.
"Did you want a hug?" George smirked stepping closer to the shorter male.
Terence narrowed his eyes, "given that I am still a Slytherin. I am not scared to curse you, either of you. "
"I don't know," George laughed.
"I think you love us," Fred nodded as he stepped forward.
"Too much for cursing." George finished.
Harry laughed heartedly as the twins pounced, pinning Terence to the ground.
The brunette letting out a high pitch shriek as he went down.
Graham shook his head as he heard two loud exclamations from the redheads.
Terence had always been one for fire.
"We thought you loved us!" The twins wailed as Terence stood back up and dusted himself off.
"Never." He sniffed before walking off towards the pitch.
"Are we expecting anyone else?" Harry asked, his grin so wide it hurt as they made their way down to the middle of the pitch. A large Quidditch box already laying there with all their brooms and protective gear.
"Blaise was supposed to be here. But he may be stuck finishing off his Mastery," Terence quipped.
"Probably why you were late in the first place," Graham muttered.
The tips of Terence's ears went red before denying, "was not!"
"We are here! Wait up!" An out of breath voice called from behind them. Harry turned and grinned widely.
"Fuck." Blaise stopped to lean off and panted. "Oh, I shouldn't have stopped running when I stopped playing Quidditch."
"It was the running after eating that heavy sub that did it," the man beside him snorted, his accent heavy.
"Oh, fuck off Viktor. Zabini's can eat. It's our thing."
"Probably not the only thing he eats," Graham snickered
"Why?" Blaise asked slyly, "Want to see for yourself?" he winked as Terence started to make a choking sound.
"I'm not hearing this..." Marcus muttered.
"At least you never saw it." Graham grunted with a disgusted expression.
"Try sharing a room with Percy," Oliver shot off with a shudder.
"I will curse you if you breathe another word," Marcus threatened, looking slightly green at the thought
"He hums." Oliver snorted before leaping to side to avoid Marcus' curse.
Fred and George were laughing hysterically.
"Alright, I've heard enough." Marcus grunted, "We are here to cheer Harry up, not scar him for the rest of his life"
"I shared a dorm with Ronald and Finnegan." Harry reminded him with a bland stare.
Marcus wrinkled his nose in disgust, "I don't think I want to know..."
"No, you don't" Fred, George and Harry shook their heads.
"Let's play!" Terence cried impatiently.
"We don't have enough players for two teams," Harry piped up.
"So," Graham remarked. "Should make it more interesting."
Harry laughed as he strapped into his gear.
"So, just a Chasers game?" He asked.
"Nah, normal game," Marcus grinned. "But one less Chaser than normal and only one Beater"
"I call Marcus and Oliver!" Harry shouted quickly with a laugh.
"I'll take Seeker," Terence chimed.
"Better than it being Malfoy," Graham muttered.
"I still can't believe he bribed himself a spot," Oliver scowled.
"Not much I could do with Lucius, Snape and my Father breathing down my neck," Marcus sneered.
"Wait, why wouldn't Viktor play Seeker?" Blaise asked, as the Bulgarian called Chaser on Terence's team.
"Because he has an unfair advantage, " Graham pointed out.
"Like Harry doesn't?" Marcus snorted, "he could have easily played pro as well."
Harry had a light blush on his cheeks.
"Suck up!" Fred hollered playfully.
Marcus proceeded to ignore the redhead.
“He’s not a professional player either,” Graham reminded.
"I don't care as long as I still play Chaser," Adrian commented
"Only because you suck at every other position!" Terence laughed.
"I call Harry and Marcus' team." Adrian added pulling the finger at Terence.
"We can" Fred started.
"Split up." George nodded.
"As beaters." They chorused.
"We get Fred!" Adrian hurried to shout. Ignoring George's offended shout.
"Who can even tell?" Graham snarked with a laugh.
"I'm not as good as Oliver, but I got Keeper, " Blaise said
"Looks like you guys have us." George grinned at Viktor, Blaise and Terence motioning to himself and Graham.
"You guys are going down," Harry laughed as they playfully glared, staring each other’s team down.
"Let the fun begin." Marcus grinned as Oliver kicked the box, the Bludgers and Snitch quickly took off. The Quaffle had been charmed to be thrown into the air once they were ready, like the referee usually did for the start of the game.
Before Harry knew it, it was almost five months later. He had sold his old flat to a sweet old couple looking to retire in a small home. Looking back, he knew the relationship with Dean had been toxic from the start. He had hated Harry having male friends. He always wanted to go out and be seen together, but never wanted to stay home and it just be the two of them. Harry smiled as he flipped the pancakes in the pan. It was Marcus' birthday and he wanted to surprise the man with his favorite breakfast. Pancakes with bacon, bananas and maple syrup.
After the breakup, he had thought things wouldn't get better. But everything changed the day Marcus dragged him to see his friends at the Quidditch Stadium. It had been everything he hadn't known he had needed. Marcus had always had that sixth sense about him.
And Marcus had kept getting reasons and excuses, so he didn't hide back away in his room. And that hadn't been the only time they went to the stadium.
Harry had even meet Oliver's teammates. Though he wanted to avoid that with the entire Harry Potter vanished Voldemort.
Slowly realizing that the pain hadn't hurt as much. He thought less about it as he spent time with his friends.
Fred and George had even wanted to make posters of Ginny and Dean's faces and post them all through Diagon Alley with the word cheater across them. Harry had laughed hysterically at their offer, but ultimately turned it down. He didn't need revenge. He had his friends.
Plus, they didn't need to. The Wizarding World already knew.
Course, the twins had felt the need to gloat that their sister had lost her position with the Holyhead Harpies.
Marcus wouldn't stop smirking for weeks.
There had even been articles on the Daily Prophet about the betrayal to the Vanquisher of Voldemort.
Harry, suspected Marcus had something to do with that one. Not that the former Slytherin would admit it
"Shit" He groaned, rushing to save the bacon sizzling in the second pan. "No time to daydream, Potter" He muttered. But still his mind wandered. Marcus had done so much for him, dragging him out of his self-appointed exile, getting the revenge he wanted but hadn't asked for, giving him a place to live, and reminding Harry of everything he had enjoyed before Dean.
No doubt Marcus probably made sure that he never had to run back into Dean. He couldn't help but recall his words. He would fight for him. But he didn't want him to.
Even when he felt so hurt, he didn't even want to see Dean. That hasn't changed over the months apart. He wanted to see him even less now.
For several weeks, an owl had arrived every morning with flowers and letters of apologies.
Marcus eventually had to put up an owl ward on the house. He made sure that only authorized owls and their signature was allowed through.
Wouldn't have been fair that letters from the Weasleys, Viktor, or Blaise couldn't get through because some dumb fuck didn't realize that he lost something golden.
According to them, that fucker had been harassing all of Harry's friends for his location. Most of them had gotten a kick out of hexing him creatively every time he showed back up. Even sweet Luna had scowled the man before setting a small horde of Cornish Pixies on him. How she got them to listen to her no one knew.
Harry slumped, there was no point in saving the bacon now. Hopefully Marcus wouldn't mind the smell of burnt bacon.
Even now, his thoughts wouldn't turn off. Maybe he could actually do something he enjoyed. He knew what Marcus would say.
"Why would I give a shit on something you want to do. That’s not my life or career. I do Runes because I like it not some shit my parents told me to do."
"Harry?!" A panicked shouted from upstairs had Harry flinching, damn it. "Are you okay?!" Marcus cried as he ran down the stairs. "Where's the fire?!"
Harry looked sheepish as Marcus came into view. He felt caught, but in an embarrassed way. The food still wasn't done.
"I swear I didn't mean to do it! Harry burst out.
"Are you okay?" Marcus asked, stepping forward to check on the smaller male. Harry's breath hitched when he realized Marcus was shirtless with low riding sweatpants.
He could already feel his face heating up. Why did Marcus have to stand so close?
"I'm fine," Harry mumbled, his voice slightly higher than usual. "Just... was distracted... was all."
Marcus smirked, shaking his head. "At least you aren't hurt." He muttered as he moved the pan off the heat, making sure to stretch and flex his muscles. Preening when he saw Harry's eyes dart over his chest and arms.
"I could have done that, " Harry muttered, a pout on his lips. " This was my surprise..."
It was then that Marcus noticed the set table and the large plate of pancakes, another of fried bananas, large jugs of both orange juice and coffee.
"You didn't have to do this." Marcus breathed with a large grin.
Harry huffed, "I'm not an ingrate and wanted to do something for your birthday after everything you've done for me. Unlike you, I never had an ulterior motive."
"What..." Marcus stuttered, eyes wide, mouth open. He couldn't know. How would he know? Harry was the most oblivious person in the world. Even more so when it came to himself.
"What are you talking about?" Marcus tried to play it cool, but the red cheeks weren't helping his cause.
Harry rolled his eyes, "please... don't tell me that you forgot your own birthday. Though on second thought, Terence and Graham would probably get a kick out of that."
"Uh, no I didn't forget." Marcus shook his head, blushing as Harry shoved him into a chair.
"Also, those two are morons." He added absently as Harry started to load food onto Marcus' plate without thought.
"And you... aren't allowed to hide in your room this year," Harry lectured, a spatula in his hand as he pointed it at Marcus.
"What are you gonna do about it?" Marcus snorted with a smirk. "It’s my birthday."
Harry gave him a sly smile, "but I am also your guest. Wouldn't want me to hide away in my own room, would you?"
"That's a Slytherin move, Potter," Marcus said with narrowed eyes, a fork of pancakes pointed at the grinning man.
Harry's eyes glowed with mirth, "I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about, Marcus. And besides, just because you had shit birthdays when you were younger don't mean you can't enjoy them when you're older."
"You have something planned don't you" Marcus asked suspiciously.
"Nope," Harry commented, but the grin said otherwise.
"Well fuck" Marcus groaned, grinning when Harry laughed freely. It was good seeing him like this again.
Harry scooped another piece of pancake with his fork before shoving it into his mouth. Humming in pleasure. He did enjoy his own cooking from time to time.
"Thank you for this." Marcus smiled sincerely, grabbing Harry's hand as they finished breakfast. "It was perfect."
Harry felt his cheeks heat up; Marcus' hand was warm against his own. Like it was meant to be there, yet larger than his own. There was an urge to twine their fingers together, but he resisted. Marcus was his friend. But he couldn't help but notice more but knew nothing could happen.
He wasn't in love with Dean anymore and was definitely ready to move on. He didn’t want anything to do with Dean anymore. But the pain left behind had him insecure and doubting his worth. Marcus was his friend, he deserved someone better than him.
"So, I got you something." Harry started with red cheeks. "I think you will you like it; well, I hope you will. I mean to say, I put a lot of thought into it. But if you don't like it that's cool too," Harry felt himself rambling, the words just vomiting out.
"Whoa, Harry" Marcus chuckled. "I am sure I will love it." He was admittedly curious as to what Harry had gotten him. Their group of friends all had money to blow and usually spent birthdays and Christmas’ trying to one-up each other while still buying personal gifts. But right now, all he could think about was if that blush went all the down his toned body. And the way Harry bit his lips when he was nervous or excited. Oh, how he wanted to pull those lips free, soothing them and claiming them for his own.
Marcus hadn't always felt like that, before gifts for him had been things that his parents had tried to force onto him. It was his friends that was the reason why he sometimes tolerated his birthdays, but that had been rare.
Although he was cautious with any gifts from the twins. Having the Protego charm ready before opening them. He had learned his lesson from their fireworks gift and he did not look good without eyebrows
He hoped that he didn't have to use such precautions with Harry's gift. He never had to in the past, but you never knew with a Gryffindor.
Harry suddenly shoved a white envelope at him. Startled, he took it while giving a bemused glance at the other man. He was practically vibrating in his seat as he watched Marcus slowly open it up. He had a few more pieces of parchment in his hand.
Marcus finally slid open the envelope and pulled out a bunch of papers. Looking up he saw Harry watching him.
"Have a look!" Harry bounced excitedly. Marcus let out a chuckle as he unfolded the first paper, which was an itinerary, two tickets falling out of it.
"Merlin's ballsack!" Marcus cursed, staring wide-eyed at the exhibit tickets to Egypt's museum in Cairo. The Museum was split into two sectors, one side was muggle while the other was magical. The Magical side included a pass to the ancient tomb where it is believed the first rune was created and infused with pure magic.
"How did you..." Marcus asked, still in shocked. He wasn't even able to ask the full question.
Harry gave an embarrassed grin, "you seem to enjoy Runes and stuff. And I know that it is a bit similar to Curse Breaking and it helps when you know a Curse Breaker for Gringotts."
Marcus was speechless, not only was this tour rather expensive but it was exclusive as well. He couldn't believe Harry did this for him.
Harry couldn't read the expression on Marcus' face. He could feel his own nerves and emotions going everywhere.
"Do you hate it?"
Marcus looked up to see Harry's concerned look, lip being bitten again.
The former Gryffindor's insecurities were clear in his emerald eyes.
Marcus got out of his seat, kneeling in front of the fretting Harry. "It's perfect." He whispered being leaning in and kissing the lips he dreamed about.
Harry made a small noise of surprise, the pieces of parchment he was holding fell to the floor.
"You're perfect." Marcus added before kissing him again, his heart soaring when he felt Harry returning the kiss desperately, his arm wrapping around Marcus' neck.
The kiss was so much more passionate than any other kiss that Harry had shared with Dean. Even for a first kiss, it failed in comparison. But Harry should have known that Marcus would always exceed his expectations.
He felt Marcus' large hands on his hips, squeaking as Marcus lifted him and stood with him in his arms easily. Harry let out a breathless chuckle as he was placed on the table, leaning back in for another kiss.
He was just glad it wasn't near the side with the dishes. Last thing he wanted to deal with while being kissed was cleaning up shattered plates.
It definitely wasn't often that Marcus displayed on just how strong he was. And he wasn't skin and bones, not like he had been during Hogwarts. His eyes darkened as he dove for another kiss after they took a moment to breathe.
Harry moaned into the kiss, his fingers in Marcus' hair, pulling him closer.
He could feel Marcus' hands tightening around his waist. Probably almost tight enough to bruise, that only made him want Marcus even more.
"Marcus" He moaned as Marcus kissed down his jaw and neck, tilting his head to the side.
Harry could feel where Marcus had started to leave bite marks, marking his territory. He wasn't sure what was turning him on more. The hot kisses or being claimed by someone he was starting to fall for.
Had he really been that blind to not notice that Marcus may have wanted him just as much as he did?
"Marcus?" He panted, "What," He trailed off into a moan as Marcus bit his collarbone.
"Tell me to stop and I will," Marcus grunted pulling back just enough for Harry to see the sincerity in his eyes. "But I've wanted you for years."
"Years?" Harry gaped, Marcus smirking and kissing him again. Harry melted into the kiss easily.
"But I only want you if you are ready." Marcus whispered, "I don't do casual."
Harry's mouth with dry as he gapped at Marcus. It wasn't in a bad way.
Maybe in the beginning he thought it might be. That Marcus was just releasing some sexual frustration. In all the years he had known him, he didn't really date anyone. And Harry would rather have taken that than never know what he was missing.
It took a moment before Harry could actually manage words.
"You know me, Marcus. I can't do anything that is casual or a fling,” Harry said softly
Marcus grinned and kissed him again.
"I don't want you to stop," Harry whispered into the kiss, as if nervous he could ruin this by talking.
He could feel the heat and want in the kiss. Harry didn't think he ever got that reaction from when he was with Dean. Those had been almost emotionless.
It didn't have the possessiveness and desire. It was at that moment that Harry realized that Marcus was making him hard. By a kiss...
He whined as Marcus pulled away, much the older man’s delight.
"Patience," Marcus smirked wickedly as he deftly undid Harry's shirt, kissing his shoulders as he pulled it off.
Harry panted from watching Marcus kiss down his body. Though he shuddered when Marcus got closer to where the bone met his collarbone.
Such affection had never been shown him. But he knew that part was sensitive. And Marcus hadn't even gotten to his stomach yet!
He could feel Marcus' hand roaming over his hips, as if he was unable to stop touching him. Fingers dipping under the waistline of his pants.
The fingers didn't wander too far but it still made Harry gasp, wanting more. But the way he was sitting he couldn't quite kick his trousers off yet.
That didn't stop the direction that Marcus' mouth was going. Placing nips across his chest as it ventured further south. Then latching onto one of his nipples and biting down softly.
Not quite enough to be painful. He could feel the teeth grazing the nub part as it was rolled between them.
Fuck!" Harry shouted in surprise, not expecting the pleasurable feeling at the Slytherin's actions.
Harry's hands flew to Marcus' hair again, pushing him closer. Marcus smirked, biting down again, he didn't think he could any harder than when Harry let out a soft mewl, head thrown back, pushing his chest forward, chasing that feeling that shot down his body.
Marcus eagerly complied, biting down and switching nipples, anything to hear that again.
Harry's fingers pulled hard at Marcus' hair before freezing.
Marcus had given his nipple a slight tug and he simply reacted. A slight moan fell from his lips, no matter how much he tried to stop the sound.
"You like that, then," Marcus breathed against Harry's skin, tauntingly.
"Fuucck" Harry moaned, he didn't know he could feel this good, let alone this easily.
Marcus was discovering secret and hidden spots that he didn't even know existed.
He even thought he had a moment to breath and relax his emotions as Marcus left his nipples alone, for now.
"Fuck… you are sensitive," Marcus groaned appreciatively.
"Shut up," Harry muttered.
"I love it," Marcus grinned before kissing him harshly, hands pushing Harry back enough to yank his pants off in one swift movement.
Harry yelped at the sudden movement, not expecting it. His face started to turn red, his erection was now more noticeable.
Marcus smirked at him before trailing down his stomach.
Harry watched with hooded eyes before bucking into Marcus. Hot lips had wandered to his hip as light bites were left behind.
Harry groaned blissfully, laying down on the table completely. His arms wouldn't support his weight with the pleasure rocking through him as Marcus kissed every inch of him.
Despite that he was still wearing his boxers, making a very visible tent, he still felt very exposed. Exposed for Marcus to see every inch of him, which seemed to excite him even more. It was as if Marcus was trying to memorize every part of him.
Though he felt it was very unfair that he was almost naked and yet Marcus was still mostly clothed.
Glaring at Marcus' trousers as if it offended him.
"You are way too..." Harry gasped, "Overdressed," he choked out.
"You want that to change?" Marcus grunted from where he was exploring Harry's hips, teasing the pant line of his boxers.
"Yesss" Harry moaned, only to whine when Marcus leaned back and stood up. Harry watched hungrily with wide eyes as Marcus slipped out of his sweatpants and leaned back in for a dominating kiss.
"Now we are even," Marcus whispered.
Harry didn't even have a chance to get a look before being distracted. How could he not when Marcus kissed him? Enough to make him lose all train of thought and sink into kiss. All thoughts straying to the feelings he got as his lips were bruised.
He could feel Marcus' hands slowly slide his boxers down, the kiss distracting him from feeling nervous about Marcus seeing him fully naked for the first time.
Stopping the stray thoughts that would sneak in that Marcus actually didn't find him appealing once he saw him without any clothes.
Putting everything he could into the kiss and tried not to think about how hard he was and something equally as hard was pressing into his hip.
"Merlin, you look under me like this" Marcus groaned, breaking the kiss, "Desperate and needy," He smirked as Harry panted, green eyes sparkling with desire, his hips rolling, seeking any sort of friction.
"Marcus..." Harry groaned brokenly.
"Merlin," Marcus froze for a moment, "Hearing my name from those lips…" He grunted.
He ground down into Harry's hardness, "So perfect" He muttered as Harry closed his eyes in pleasure. He slid down his body, leaving kisses behind him.
Harry’s body shuddered and tried to control his body from jerking unexpectedly. He couldn't recall ever being this hard in his life.
His body was tingling as his hips kept moving of their own accord. His breath came out more as pants as he felt himself getting closer and closer.
Marcus... can't..." Harry tried to say but words didn't want to cooperate with him.
"Just feel," Marcus whispered before taking him into his mouth eagerly.
"Marcus!" Harry shouted as the warmth of Marcus' mouth overwhelmed him. That probably had been the quickest orgasm he ever had.
His cheeks flushed with embarrassment, unable to meet Marcus' eyes. His body relaxing the moment he had come in Marcus' mouth. Unaware that he had been distracting him until he felt a very wet finger enter him.
That was when Harry realized it wasn't just one finger but two. Marcus must have entered one finger while sucking him off.
"Fuck, you are beautiful," Marcus groaned as he spread his fingers, stretching him out. He had to be careful, he was big, and he knew it. Harry was tiny, and extremely tight around his fingers.
The Lubrication Charm had been used, which helped as he moved his fingers in and out of Harry's body. Feeling the tightness around his fingers and couldn't help the moan in the back of his throat. Just the thought of what Harry would feel like around him. He felt his cock throb at the thought.
"Fucck," Harry groaned as he felt himself getting hard again. He didn't know that was even possible!
His cock was already starting to leak pre-cum again by the time that Marcus added a third finger.
Crying out as his fingers brushed against his prostate.
"Please." Harry cried, "More, I'm ready" He begged.
"I don't want to hurt you," Marcus shook his head.
"What if I want you to?" Harry asked breathlessly. Marcus groaned loudly and deeply.
"Tell me if want to stop" Marcus said seriously, Harry nodded furiously.
"Fuck" Marcus groaned lining himself up at Harry's entrance.
Harry’s bright eyes looked at Marcus as he slid in, inch by inch."Fuck" He moaned at the burn, his body lighting up with pleasure.
Marcus had to take several deep breaths, trying to restrain himself from pulling out and slamming back in. But good Merlin was Harry tight. Fingers had nothing on how good Harry felt around him.
His fingers were planted firmly on Harry's hips, gripping him tightly enough to leave bruises.
"Fuck me Marcus," Harry begged, he couldn't believe how full he was. Marcus wasn't kidding about being big. He could literally feel every inch of him inside of him. It was an amazing feeling despite the slight burn. He rolled his hips trying to break the iron control the Slytherin had.
He had never been indulged with his wants before, the fact that Marcus was listening lit him up. It had always been vanilla, which was fine, but no passion and fiery desire was igniting within him.
"Ugnh!" His eyes rolled back as Marcus slid out slowly before slamming back in, restraint broken.
Harry noticed the moment that Marcus' restraint had finally snapped. His grey eyes had glazed over as he looked down at him.
Harry felt himself breaking, he couldn't ever recall anyone giving him such a look. So full of adoration and love.
He moaned loudly as Marcus rolled his hips as he pounded into him. Everything flashed white, "Fuck! Again" He demanded, pleased when Marcus just chuckled and thrusting back in. He scratched his nails down Marcus' back and wrapped his legs tightly around the top of Marcus' waist.
Harry's head was tossed back, thankfully it didn't bounce against the table. He didn't think getting a head injury wouldn't be a good idea, even while having mind blowing sex. His hands did wind up gripping the edge of the table, desperate to hold onto something.
With the pace that Marcus was slamming in and out, it was a miracle that the table hadn't broken yet.
Even if Harry was able to, he wouldn't have been able to hold back his moans. And some screams when Marcus would make a more powerful thrust and hit his prostate.
"So, fucking tight," Marcus groaned, pulling Harry up enough that he wasn't flat, to kiss him harshly. Swallowing his moans, the table creaking beneath them, sliding slightly with every thrust. Harry could feel himself getting close to the edge again, tilting his head back, encouraging Marcus to bite down his neck.
"Not going to last..." Harry gasped.
"Good," Marcus grunted, "Come for me," He growled, nipping his ear, "Come just from this," he whispered, hands holding Harry's above his head so he couldn't touch himself.
"Fuck!" Harry cried.
Marcus' pace was brutal, wanting to watch as Harry fell apart in front of him.
"Marcus!" Harry cried as his own release covered his stomach.
Marcus groaned as Harry tightened almost impossibly so around him. He was beautiful, spread out, body lax, eyes glazed over.
"Marcus," He sighed happily, the aftershocks rolling through him as Marcus kept going.
"Fuck" Marcus grunted as he felt himself cum, his vision blurring.
Harry panted as he tried to get his breath back, "definitely need a repeat of that..."
Marcus smirked, "Whenever you want," he promised with a kiss.