Sadly this will be my last FA update for a while. I'm working on five other stories and I can't find any good material for this at the moment.

Chapter 20

Dear Mr. M. Flint, in light of resent events your vault number at Gringotts Bank has been changed from 745 to 312, the current vault of one Marius Flint. Your current savings will be added along with the contents of vault number 586, registered under the late Anthony Flint. Attached to this note is your key, don't misplace it because you will not be issued another. If you wish to make a withdraw please send your key back with your owl and it will be delivered in a few sort days.

Marcus re-read the letter in his hands a few more times, making sure he fully understood what the small scribbled words meant. His owl hooted loudly from its perch on his shoulder and ruffled its wings impatiently.

He reached up and petted it as he crumpled the noted up in his free hand. The small key sat a few feet away from him on the corner of his bed, where he sat it a few short minutes ago. He was still having a hard time trying to grasp everything that had happened in the past few days. His grandfather being sent to Azkaban, Fudge making an appearance and telling him he had to attend the trail and the final piece of the painful puzzle; he just inherited the entire Flint estate.

He didn't know wither to feel upset or overjoyed at that.

He both hated and loved his home, just as he loved and hated his grandfather. He loved him because he was the only family he had and hated him because that horrid man was the reason he didn't have any other family left.

"Well, looks like I'll have some money to spend for Christmas." He sighed as he continued stroking the soft grey feathers of his owl.

The small creature hooted quietly and flew down on his bed and stared up at him with its large brown eyes. Marcus pet it a few more times before digging out a small bit of parchment and scribbled out a small greeting and the amount of money he wanted to withdraw on it. He attached the key and was tying it around his owl's leg when he heard the dorm room door open.

"Ah, here's were you've been hiding."

"Well looks like you found me then." Flint gave Adrian and brief look as he carried his owl towards the open window.

The owl waited for a moment and then swooped off his arm into the clear sky. Flint watched as his owl disappeared from his eye sight before turning towards his friend.

"Feel like going to Hogsmeade with me tomorrow?"

Adrian gave him and confused look before shrugging. "I guess. Why?"

Marcus shrugged and tried sound uncaring.

"I dunno, just wondering."

Adrian was quiet for a few moments before he walked over towards his own bed and sat down.

"Look Flint, um, about the past week–"

Marcus finally tore his gaze from the window towards his friend. Adrian was wringing his hands nervous as he stared down at the floor.

"What about it?" Marcus asked blankly.

"You know, about your grandfather being in Azkaban and all."

Marcus felt something tighten inside his stomach again. There was something about they way that Adrian wasn't looking him in the eye that was making him nervous.

"Yeah, that..."

Marcus slowly sank down on his bed, sitting across from Adrian. The other boy still wasn't looking him in the eye.

"Well, um, what I mean to say is–" Adrian took a deep breath and finally looked up at him. "I don't care."

That statement only confused Marcus further.

"Huh?"

"I mean, we're still friends." Adrian looked up at him nervously and then cleared his throat. "I don't care if your grandfather was a–"

"Death eater." Flint finished for him.

Adrian nodded quietly, still squirming nervously.

"Yeah."

Despite the awkwardness of their conversation, Marcus felt his lips curve into a smile.

"Thanks Pucey."

When he noticed that Flint's smile Adrian felt his nervousness fade away. "Your welcome, I guess."

Flint waited for a few moments before opening his month again. "Does Higgs hate me?"

"Terry? Don't think so." Pucey said after a long period of thought. "I don't think Bole cares either but the guy never says a damn word so I wouldn't know."

Marcus felt the weight inside his stomach lift considerably. He knew once the break was over most of the school would be giving him dirty looks but at the moment he didn't care. His friends didn't hate him. Oliver didn't hate him. Screw the rest of Hogwarts.

"So, you gonna spend the rest of the break up here hiding?" Adrian asked after a few more minutes had pasted.

"Well I guess I can't now that you found me." Flint chuckled and playfully smacked Adrian's shoulder.

Pucey hit him back. "Well, you could come down to the common room with us you know. I'm sure Terry's getting bored having no one else besides me and Bole to talk too."

"Oh, so you and Higgs are back on speaking terms again."

"Yeah, so what?" Adrian shrugged as a slight redness creping across his cheeks as he did.

As tempting as it was, Flint decided not to poke fun at his friend again.

"Fine, I'll start being more social if it shuts you up."

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Shivering violently, Marcus blew into his hands and then rubbed them up and down his arms quickly. What was taking Oliver so damn long?

He shoved his hands into his jacket pocked angrily and leaned against the support beam behind him. While he knew meeting underneath the Slytherin grandstand wasn't the brightest idea with the snowy weather it at least guaranteed them some privacy.

After waiting for a few more minutes he hear the flap by the entrance move as Oliver crawled under the cloth.

"About time." Marcus groaned. "I'm freezing my ass off out here."

Oliver simply shrugged. "Hey, you wanted to meet outside."

Flint shorted and wrapped his arms around the other boy and drew him closer.

"I missed you." He whispered as he brought his lips down on the Gryffindor's.

Oliver smiled against Flint's lips briefly before deepening their kiss by opening his mouth for Flint's persistent tongue. The Slytherin groaned and tightened his arms around Oliver's firm body.

"Wow." Oliver smiled as they broke away for air.

Flint just grinned and lowered his head into the crook of Oliver's neck, lightly planting kisses and sucking the soft skin gently. Oliver moaned and leaned against him, his arms rubbing the Slytherin's broad shoulders.

Oliver's skin was so warm and soft; Flint was having a hard time keeping his hands off of it. He wanted to touch every inch of it.

"Marcus..." Oliver whispered as he drug the other boy back up to his lips.

Hands bumped and groped at skin, tongues clashed restlessly as the two boys fought among each other for control. They parted once more after another moment.

"Christmas is a few days away." Oliver whispered in his ear.

Marcus shrugged and rested his head back into Oliver's neck.

"And?"

Oliver smiled and nestled his head into Marcus's chest. "And all of my dorm mates are gone."

Marcus pulled away and looked down into Oliver's eyes. They were warm and glossy, making his whole body fill with heat.

"So, you're asking me to stay with you then?"

"If you want too." Oliver shrugged nervously and ran his fingers across Flint's covered chest. "I was just asking..."

Marcus thought for a long moment before he gently grabbed Oliver's hand and brought it up to his mouth and kissed his fingers.

"I'd love too."