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WARNINGS: Slash! Strong Sexual Situations, GoF setting, Alternate Universe. Language. Sensitive Issues. Underage Sex(14). If this offends go back now.
A/N: This is a Harry/Marcus Flint. It is one I wanted to attempt, because it is rare. There are 10-15 Chapters in this story. I do not know how far I will take it. It's just something I thought up and had a little fun with. Heed the warnings, I'm ignoring any ridiculous comments.
Thank you Kamerreon for your lovely beta'ing.
How the hell does Harry fall in love with a man he's supposed to despise? A surly, cruel-hearted Slytherin whose not the most gorgeous in either personality or looks? Even he doesn't know, but he did. Harry/Marcus Flint
I'm coming out of my cage
And I've been doing just fine
Gotta gotta be down
Because I want it all
It started out with a kiss
How did it end up like this?
An erratic scream left his swollen lips and his body sizzled with fire. His sweaty damp black hair lay limp against his shoulders and his bright emerald eyes had the glint of pure unadulterated lust. His pale skin was bruised to redness and his too slender of a body was covered by a muscled tan eighteen-year-old.
He, Harry Potter was only fourteen. But who really cared when one was in such a damn dangerous tournament. What was more, was the male on top of him was not one a person would expect the Gryffindor to have any sort of contact with.
It had honestly been a complete accident. He wasn't very striking of a man, but his body was nice and he was hung, though Harry had been a virgin a little over an hour ago he was now laying there mixed with sweat and seed. The other had dark black mysterious eyes. Eyes, which were deceptive to an all time extreme.
Harry didn't think there was much personality either. He was surly and cold and the only time the two had ever met up face to face was on the Quidditch Pitch. His coal black hair was shorter than Harry's but the top fluttered into those eyes. His face wasn't gorgeous, wasn't even handsome. He was what some would consider forgettable or ugly simply because of his sinister ways.
Harry didn't care. He was lying under him, breathing hard, and trying to recall the events of the last hour. At the moment, he was numb but he knew he'd pay for it tomorrow.
He grimaced slightly as he realised he was laying on a cloak on the stone floor of an abandoned classroom. What a way to lose his virginity! He thought closing his eyes. He could feel the hot breath of the man in his ear; he could even feel the lips grazing against it as though he too were trying to comprehend what had happened.
There was no love between the two of them. Never had been. They didn't truly know each other. But they were instant rivals upon contact due to the housing situations of Hogwarts.
Harry moaned out quietly and this got a ragged chuckle, it was dark and sounded like lucid whisky if there was such a thing.
His strange lover reached for his wand and peeled his heavy muscular body off Harry's lean one.
Harry felt more than saw the man's eyes drift up and down his form longingly and then licked his lips.
Harry opened one eye and stared up at the face of a much-hated Slytherin. He felt the spells work on him, cleaning and refreshing his entire body. The seed inside of him that was draining out of his arse and spreading to his back disappeared too. When he sat up, he grimaced slightly at the sting. He silently got dressed, trying not to flinch every time he moved.
The silence was relatively awkward. Harry flipped his hair out of his brand new long sleeved shirt. Remus and Bill had sort of stripped him of all Dursley hand-me-downs the previous summer, mixing his wardrobe with muggle and magical.
"Good luck tomorrow," Marcus Flint murmured slipping on his trousers.
"Any idea what you're facing?" He asked casually.
Harry nodded. "Dragons." He wiggled into the soft drawstring pyjama bottoms and fought down his whimper.
Marcus paused when pulling on his green t-shirt and looked at Harry. "You're serious?"
"Yeah. Four of them. One for each of us."
He was quiet after that and Harry didn't understand why. He then struggled to stand up off the cloak underneath him. His back was aching and his spine felt as though it had been stepped on.
Marcus handed him his wand and he too stood. Harry had to raise his head to look up at him. Marcus was 6'2 while Harry was barely covering 5'3. Not to mention Marcus' muscle mass… from what Harry saw tonight there wasn't an ounce of fat on him.
"Well, good night Marcus," Harry said softly, before quietly rushing out into the deserted corridors. His eyes then widened when he realised what he had done.
Why had he done this? He rushed off, sticking with the shadows of the massive citadel that he knew so well. He took two shortcuts and hid behind a suit of armour when Mrs. Norris brushed by.
Ten minutes later, he was in Gryffindor Tower, eyes wide as he realised that one, he was no longer a virgin. Two, he had just given said virginity to Marcus Flint and three… Harry had no idea why.
He placed his hands over his face. If it weren't bad enough, he was sure that by tomorrow it would be out.
Slytherin Fucks Boy-Who-Lived.
Skeeter would love to get ahold of that one. The first thing he did when he reached the dorms was have a shower. He didn't care that Marcus used cleansing charms. He needed a shower!
The next morning, Harry remained in the dorms for as long as he dared. His arse was burning to high heaven. He was hurting. He had never had anything to compare with, but Merlin, Marcus Flint was huge. He'd only see a few guys in the showers but he'd never seen them hard. He didn't think any of them were quite as big as Marcus.
He grimaced and sat on the bed, staring straight ahead. Luckily for him, everyone would believe that he was just nervous. His hair lay against his shoulders perfectly brushed and the paleness in his cheeks seemed to grow even more as each passing second went by.
He skipped breakfast completely; he was feeling rather ill and not because of the dragon he would be facing that afternoon.
When he got to the Entrance Hall, he surreptitiously glanced around wondering when people would start whispering about him being a whore. He waited for it; in fact, he was bracing himself for the backlash. He imagined Hermione rushing up to him and slapping him in the face, Ron calling him even worse names due to their conflict.
He expected much, but what he didn't expect was Hermione to come shrieking about how he hadn't eaten. She was in such a frenzy that the entire hall heard her, including every Slytherin.
"HARRY JAMES POTTER, HOW DARE YOU NOT EAT BEFORE YOU FACE THIS? I'M GOING TO KICK YOUR BUTT!"
Oh please, don't! Harry thought. His butt was sore.
"Um, sorry?" Harry said quietly.
Her brown eyes softened and she jumped into his arms.
He laughed hesitantly. She was taller than him. He hugged her back. "It's okay Hermione, we know what we're doing," he whispered consoling the brunette.
"I don't care if you are late! You're eating!" She grabbed his hand, led him into the hall, and then piled his plate with food. Harry almost screamed out when he sat down on the hard benches.
"Ow," he mumbled and sighed as he watched Hermione butter his toast. He could see the worry lines in her face. "Mione?"
"Yes, Harry?" She handed the toast to him and he accepted.
"You - didn't hear any rumours did you?"
She paused a moment and licked the jam off her finger. "Hmm, no, none I should be concerned of. Why?"
He frowned and nibbled on his toast for a moment. He wanted to glance at the Slytherin Table but he was unsure. "Do me a favour?" He asked behind his toast.
"Sure, Harry anything!" She said, brushing his black hair out of the way.
"Glance once at the Slytherin Table, tell me if anyone's staring? Try and be covert."
She didn't understand but she nodded and did as she was told to perfection. "Well… Draco Malfoy is glaring at you… and um Flint is staring at you."
Harry paused in his eating. "Really?"
"Like, really staring…"
He didn't talk? Harry was stunned; he could have sworn a Slytherin would enjoy spreading this one. He was almost certain the large Slytherin would gloat and crow about how he stole Harry's virginity.
He finished off his toast and she handed him the orange juice. "Why is he staring?"
"Things happened," Harry whispered quietly. "I don't really know how…"
Hermione's eyes widened at this. "What?" She pressed. Harry gazed up at her and then nodded once. She gasped when she realised what he was implying. "Oh my…"
"Don't ask why or how… I really don't know."
"Walk with me," she said grabbing two more slices of toast and a goblet of juice.
"Good luck, Potter."
Harry paused and gazed up at Marcus Flint who was next to Adrian Pucey and Hugh Montague. "Right…" He couldn't say thanks. People would ask questions. He led the way out, Hermione moving into step next to him.
"Weird," Hermione breathed.
"So - what happened?"
"I guess I was a little panicky. I went for a walk and it turned out to be a lot more than that."
"Hm." Hermione curled her arm around his. "Well, you're only fourteen. You should get experience before settling down."
He was stunned and gazed at her. "You're not - sickened? Freaked out?"
"No." Hermione shook her head. "I know you. I don't know him, Merlin no. But I know you, Harry. Just take life as it comes at you. You've worked so hard," she said softly. "You deserve some time away from the world, away from everyone's version of morality. You deserve to let go. You of all people do."
"Mr. Potter!" McGonagall rushed toward him. "There you are. We must hurry, the Champions are all in the tent."
Harry moaned inwardly and looked once at Hermione, feeling rather ill. "Go on Harry, we'll talk about this later." She kissed his cheek and then rushed off, as Professor McGonagall gave them a rare smile.
Everyone watched them as they made their way out. He passed by Marcus once again; dark eyes fell on him. They locked, black to green before Harry disappeared with the Deputy Headmistress. He was wearing dark burgundy sport trousers and a red and gold jersey with his name on the back. His hair was tied at the base of his neck with a few stray strands falling around his fixed eyes.
"Now, don't panic!"
The others were already in the tent when Harry arrived. He stepped through uneasily. Professor McGonagall gave him a lingering look. She leaned in and whispered, "Good luck, Harry." She turned and then walked out, leaving the teen stunned.
Cedric was pacing, Viktor was staring at the ground, and Fleur was sitting on one of the cots. It was tense and quiet.
Harry took up a corner, leaned up against it, and crossed his arms. It was then that the curtain pulled back revealing a strong figure. The teen had been in his corner so he hardly saw around one of the curtains.
"What do you want, Flint?" Cedric sneered, causing Harry to gape and push back the curtains.
The tall muscular Slytherin stopped when he locked eyes with Harry in the far corner. It took seconds for the Slytherin to approach. Harry pressed his back against the wall and Marcus placed his hands on either side of him.
The Champions were stunned, but none more than Cedric. "What do you think you're doing to him?"
"Shut the fuck up pretty boy," Marcus snarled nastily.
"Marcus," Harry chastised quietly, "Don't be mean."
"I am mean," he countered.
"Well, don't be for once," Harry murmured.
"Give me a kiss then and I'll be nice."
Harry gaped at him and then smiled softly. "Okay." He complied and leaned up on his tiptoes as Marcus bowed his head and kissed him softly, much to the stunned shock of the figures in the room.
For a moment, Harry forgot all about those in the room as a flare settled like hot-lava through his skin and his arms went up around Marcus' neck. He kissed him harder and deeper until the stronger teenager stole the control.
One large hand placed itself on the small of Harry's back and pressed in just enough for them to touch body to body, almost melded against one another.
The kiss slowly ended, going from deeper to softer until all that was left was a peck. "Good luck."
"Apologise!" Harry hissed quietly.
Marcus smirked. "Things I do for you," he taunted loftily and glanced over his shoulder at a very stunned Hufflepuff. "I apologise," he said carelessly.
When Marcus swept out, Harry stood there and shook his head.
"What was that about?" Cedric asked in horror.
"Um…" Harry was feeling rather weak. He was trying to understand himself. "Don't know?" He asked in a small voice.
Frowning, Cedric crossed his arms. "Did he hurt you?"
"No." Harry shook his head. "Just unexpected is all."
"You do know that was Marcus Flint, right?"
Harry scowled. "I'm not the blonde here."
Viktor chuckled in the corner and Fleur scowled silently, while Cedric blinked at him in surprise.
"Slytherin - Harry - more cruel than Malfoy could ever be."
"I - know?" Harry sank down on the cot and yelped at the pain that gurgled up his back. "Don't ask me to explain!"
"Are you under a love potion?"
Harry scowled again at the accusation. "No. If I was do you think I'd have chastised him for being mean to you?"
Cedric blushed remembering that. "Right…"
The Headmasters and Bagman swept through in that instant hushing all forms of conversation.
The blonde shot him a look. "Do I keep this silent?"
Harry shrugged. "You are your own keeper."
"Do you want it silent?"
"I'd prefer it that way," Harry murmured. "I hate my life written out on paper."
Viktor and Fleur exchanged glances with one another, not really understanding what the two meant but then nodded simultaneously. Viktor understood more about the life being written on paper than anyone else.
Harry was nearly catatonic as he sat on the cot and placed his hands over his ears and then his head between his knees to keep from hyperventilating. He felt sick and his hands did not muffle the roars.
A hand touched the top of his head; it was a big one. That same hand slid around and brushed across his cheek. It was calloused and rough, not very gentle at all. Thick fingers curled under his chin and raised his face up.
Harry stared at Marcus who had returned. They then called his name and the teen jumped up, eyes wide in horror.
He handed Marcus the little creature and mechanically swept out.
Twenty minutes later, Harry's feet met green grass, clutching the egg, and he practically toppled off his broom onto the cool blades of grass. He closed his eyes ignoring the roaring of the crowds and the wizards gathered around the horntail to tame her down.
"HARRY!" Hermione shrieked collapsing beside him.
Harry cracked open one eye and saw his bushy haired friend clinging to him. "Just shock…"
The next ten minutes were a blur. Ron had apologised but Harry still felt chastened by the way he had acted. The teen couldn't help but wonder where 'he' was and quickly scanned the crowd, ignoring Fred and George who lifted him up on their shoulders. Harry then spotted dark eyes in the same corner he'd previously been hiding in. Marcus looked a whole lot more imposing in that corner than Harry ever did.
The score Harry received was next to perfect. He was tied with Viktor. Cedric came in at second and then Fleur.
Harry was exhausted. He wiggled down from Fred and George's shoulders clutching his egg and found Hermione next to a shameful Ron. Harry however couldn't help but look past Hermione and Ron at the same corner that Marcus was still in.
Hermione arched an eyebrow and Harry inclined his head, trying to get it across that 'he' was here. She then shifted and while hugging Harry, she gazed over into the corner and saw the figure.
"Ron! Let's go!" She commanded taking him by the arm.
"What? Where? Harry aren't you coming?"
"In a minute," Harry said fiddling with his egg.
Hermione dragged a confused Ron out of the tent. When they were gone, Marcus came out of the shadows and he stalked right over to Harry and glared down at him.
"Dragons," he hissed.
"Yes." Harry held up the egg.
The tent was deserted leaving the two alone. "You flew."
"I did. It's the only thing I'm good at."
He scowled harshly and crushed his lips to Harry's once more. He gripped the back of Harry's hair and forced his tongue down his throat. One hand clutched his egg while the other slipped into the folds of Marcus' black robes, squeezing against his hard built chest. Harry was left completely breathless and whimpered with a mix of pain and eroticism when Marcus' other hand touched his arse and pressed.
Harry didn't know what was going on. Or why it was going on. But this tryst was a bit scary. Hot and thrilling, yes. But frightening nonetheless. He was doing things he never expected.
I'm coming out of my cage
And I've been doing just fine
Gotta gotta be down
Because I want it all
It started out with a kiss
How did it end up like this?