"What're we going to do tonight, Brain?"

[bubosquared]

"Same thing we do every night, Pinky, have Girl!Marcus and Oliver take over our brain!"

Fourth verse, same as the first: stoptocheer = Oliver, femgeek = Marcus, and the previous parts are here: part one, part two, part three.

Marcus: **holds up a skirt** D'you think this'll fit me?
Oliver: :: looks at it, frowning a little:: I have no idea.
Marcus: **holds it up in front of herself** Hm. Looks like it. **puts it over her arm and goes to look at the lingerie**
Oliver: :: follows reluctantly, checking his watch::
Marcus: Getting impatient? **takes a bra off the rack, frown at it** How the fuck do I put this on?
Oliver: Don't look at me, I've never been a chick.
Marcus: I've never been one before, either! **randomly grabs some bras, pulls Oliver towards the changing rooms**
Oliver: Why am I coming with you for this?
Marcus: Because you need to tell me if you like them.
Oliver: ... right. Okay.
Marcus: Hey, you're the one who'll be looking at these ... contraptions. Stop complaining.
Oliver: :: snickers:: Contraptions?
Marcus: **grumbles** Oh, shut up. I could just not buy these things, you know.
Marcus: Or just use reduction spells so I don't need them.
Oliver: :: quickly:: No, no, it's okay.
Marcus: **grins** Thought so. Right. **opens the curtain to the changing room, goes in** I'll be out in a second.
Oliver: :: nods, grinning::
Marcus: **about a minute later** Er, Oliver?
Oliver: Yeah?
Marcus: Can you come in here? I can't get this thing closed.
Oliver: No! Do it yourself!
Marcus: **threatening** Reduction spells ...
Oliver: Fine. :: slips into the changing room, double taking when he sees Marcus, and grins::
Marcus: **glares, still struggling to close the bra** Not a word. Just help me close this fucking thing.
Oliver: :: moves to stand behind Marcus, reaching around to stroke his breasts lightly before closing the bra::
Marcus: **sighs, relieved** Thanks. **turns around** So, how does it look?
Oliver: :: eyes go straight to Marcus's breasts, and stay there:: Uhhh... great.
Marcus: **grins** Right. Clearly. **reaches for a blouse**
Oliver: You know... I forget, most of the time, that you weren't always like this.
Marcus: **purposefully concentrating on putting on the rest of the clothes** **trying to sound casual** Oh ...?
Oliver: You know what I mean?
Marcus: ... Yeah. I kinda forget sometimes, too.
Oliver: You do?
Marcus: Yeah. **sideway glances at Oliver**
Oliver: What d'you mean?
Marcus: Just ... Sometimes I forget that this is just temporary ...
Oliver: :: hopefully:: Maybe it's not.
Marcus: **not sounding convinced** Yeah. Maybe.
Oliver: Well, we don't know what happened, so... maybe.
Marcus: Well. I went to see Professor McGonnagal and Dumbledore yesterday, and apparently, it's a hex, and it could take anywhere from a week to a year to wear off.
Oliver: ... only a year?
Marcus: Yeah. Probably a lot less.
Oliver: ... oh.
Marcus: **looking down, not daring to look at Oliver** Yeah.
Oliver: Well. Okay.
Marcus: **looks up** Sure you still want to do this?
Oliver: :: shrugs:: Yeah.
Marcus: You don't sound like it.
Oliver: Well, it's just temporary, let's make the best of it.
Marcus: **takes a deep breath** I guess you're right. So. **twirls around** How do I look?
Oliver: :: looks him up and down, grinning:: Fantastic.
Marcus: **grins back** Good. **hesitates for a moment, then leans over to kiss Oliver**
Oliver: :: grins and kisses him back::
Marcus: **gently wraps his arms around Oliver's neck, sighing**
Oliver: :: puts his arms around Marcus's waist, smiling:: You all right?
Marcus: I am now. **smiles** Come on, let's go pay for this so we can go back.
Oliver: Yeah. You got enough money?
Marcus: Yeah, Dumbledore gave me some so I could buy a proper uniform.
Oliver: And that includes lingerie?
Marcus: **shrugs** It's not like he's going to check, is he?
Oliver: If he does, I don't want to know.
Marcus: **grins, walking up to the counter to pay** What, you wouldn't protect me from dirty old men?
Marcus: What kind of boyfriend are you?
Oliver: I actually don't want to think about Dumbledore undressing you. Thanks.
Marcus: **thinks** Actually, neither do I. **pays the woman behind the counter, and walks towards the door**
Oliver: :: comes up behind him and slips his arm around his waist::
Marcus: **tentatively puts her hand over Oliver's** Should we go back to Hogwarts right away?
Oliver: I was actually thinking we should go have a drink at the Three Broomsticks.
Marcus: A drink? What, just us?
Oliver: Well, yeah?
Marcus: ... Why?
Oliver: Why not? We don't have to go back to school straight away.
Marcus: ... All right. **follows Oliver towards TTB**
Oliver: :: keeps his hand around her waist, smiling::
Marcus: **opens the door to the pub, peering inside to see who's already there**
Oliver: :: steps inside, holding the door open for her:: C'mon.
Marcus: **follows inside, a little hesitantly; nods towards one of the booths** Want to sit over there?
Oliver: Yeah, all right. I'll get the drinks, what are you having?
Marcus: Mulled mead, please.
Oliver: Sure thing. :: goes over to the bar and gets the drinks, coming over to the table and sitting down beside Marcus::
Marcus: **takes the drink from him** Thanks.
Oliver: So. Um. Do all the Slytherins know that this has happened?
Marcus: It's kind of impossible not to notice, I'd say. Besides, I share a dorm room with Terence Higgs. He promised not to tell, which means the entire house knew before noon.
Oliver: :: laughs:: Yeah, I can imagine. I don't think most of my house knows, though. Percy and the twins, obviously.
Marcus: And you don't think they'd be telling everyone who'd listen?
Oliver: ... Oh. Good point.
Marcus: Why? Does it matter who knows?
Oliver: Oh, just wondering.
Marcus: **leans towards Oliver a little**
Oliver: :: smiles and puts his arm around her shoulders::
Marcus: **smiles up at Oliver, slipping at arm around his waist**
Oliver: :: grins and leans over to kiss her::
Marcus: **kisses Oliver back**
Oliver: You really are beautiful, you know that? :: takes a drink::
Marcus: **ducks her head, blushing a little** Thanks.
Oliver: :: grins:: 'S true.
Marcus: **grins and reaches for her drink, taking a large gulp of it**
Oliver: :: raises an eyebrow:: Are you trying to outdrink me?
Marcus: **looks up** Hm? What? Why?
Oliver: Just going pretty fast, there.
Marcus: **frowns** I'm just drinking like I always do. **grins, teasingly** Going to fast for the goody two-shoes Gryffindor?
Oliver: Oh, right, those are fighting words. :: picks his glass up and downs some::
Marcus: **takes another gulp, drinking half of his drink in one go**
Oliver: :: pauses for a breath and then takes a long drink, finishing the glass::
Marcus: **does too, then puts the glass down with a grin** I'll get the next round. Same thing?
Oliver: Definitely.
Marcus: **starts to get up, then drops back into her seat** Shit.
Oliver: Whoa. :: puts a hand on her arm:: You okay?
Marcus: **blinking** Yeah. Just. A bit dizzy, suddenly**
Oliver: I'll get the drinks.
Marcus: Right. Yeah.
Oliver: :: gets up and goes over to the bar, coming back with another two glasses::
Marcus: **takes one of the glasses**
Oliver: :: takes a drink, a bit slower than before::
Marcus: **takes another large gulp**
Oliver: :: takes a sidelong look at her and has another drink, longer::
Marcus: **takes another gulp, smaller this time, as she's starting to feel dizzy again**
Oliver: Ah, you're fading. I'm winning.
Marcus: **puts down her glass and rests her head in her hands** Fine, you win. Fuck. I used to be able to drink a lot more, dammit.
Oliver: ... you okay? :: puts a hand on her shoulder::
Marcus: Yeah. Just. I think I need some fresh air. Fuck, this is so unfair!
Oliver: Okay, come on. :: stands up:: We'll go outside, okay?
Marcus: Yeah. Thanks. **stands up, a bit wobbly**
Oliver: :: puts a steadying arm around her waist:: I've got you.
Marcus: **softly** Thanks. **follows Oliver outside**
Oliver: :: outside, takes her into his arms:: It's okay.
Marcus: **wraps her arms round his waist, breathing in deeply** Yeah. I just. Hadn't realised there's more to being a chick than just wearing a skirt, you know?
Oliver: What d'you mean?
Marcus: I used to be able to drink at least five pints of mead without getting drunk, and now ... **sighs** I dunno.
Oliver: I guess girls can't tolerate it, or something.
Marcus: **growls** Sexist.
Oliver: What?! It's probably true!
Marcus: I don't care. it's still not fair.
Oliver: Well, too bad. :: grins::
Marcus: **glares, pouts**
Oliver: :: grins:: Aw, come on.
Marcus: **continues to glare and pout**
Oliver: Do that and I'll be pinching your cheeks in a minute.
Marcus: Don't you dare.
Oliver: Oh, and why not?
Marcus: Because otherwise you're not getting laid today.
Oliver: .... all right. :: grins:: No pinching.
Marcus: **nods** Good. **takes another deep breath** Okay, I think I'm better now.
Oliver: ... right, let's get back in and finish those drinks.
Marcus: All right.
Oliver: :: grins and takes her hand, leading her back in::
Marcus: **follows him, squeezing his hand**
Oliver: :: turns to grin at her as they go back to the table::
Marcus: **smiles back, sits down, and takes a small sip of her drink**
Oliver: :: sits down and has a gulp::
Marcus: *takes another small sip** I'm supposed to go back to classes on Monday.
Oliver: Oh. Er. Will that be okay for you?
Marcus: **shrugs** It'll have to be. I wasn't given much choice in the matter. I suppose I can't hide forever, anyway.
Oliver: Yeah. But. D'you reckon people will say anything?
Marcus: **pause** I don't know. Probably. It's kind of hard to miss.
Oliver: Well, yeah, but will they make the connection between this-you and the other-you?
Marcus: **grins** They will when the first teacher calls me by my name. Besides, Ter and Ade probably told the whole school already.
Oliver: They're thrilled, aren't they?
Marcus: Oh, they love it. Fuckers.
Oliver: :: grins:: I'm not surprised they love it.
Marcus: **laughs a little, in spite of himself** Their reasons to love it aren't the same as yours, Oliver.
Oliver: :: a pause:: I love how you say my name, you know?
Marcus: **frowns** What's so special about the way I say "Oliver"?
Oliver: I don't know. It just sounds... okay, anything I say here is going to make me sound like more of a twat.
Marcus: **looking at you** No, what? I promise, I won't think you're a twat.
Oliver: I don't know. It's just something about the way you say it. :: grins:: Just something.
Marcus: You are a twat. **grins, leans over to kiss Oliver**
Oliver: :: grins and kisses her back:: Thought you promised?
Marcus: I'm a Slytherin. I break my promises. Besides, I didn't say it was a bad thing.
Oliver: ... That's true. :: grins and starts drinking again::
Marcus: **picks up his glass and raises it to his mouth, then reconsiders and puts the glass down again**
Oliver: :: grins at her:: You not having any more?
Marcus: **half-scowls, half-pouts** No.
Oliver: :: smiles, giving her a one-armed hug:: It's all right.
Marcus: **almost completely pouting now** It's not fair.
Oliver: Yeah, but. Why does it matter? You can get the same amount of drunk, for less money.
Marcus: It's not about getting drunk. It's about drinking.
Oliver: ... Right.
Marcus: Why, did you want me to get drunk?
Oliver: No, I just thought that was the problem. :: grins::
Marcus: **nudges Oliver** Shut up.
Oliver: :: grins and, looking around the pub quickly, brings his hand up to gently stroke the side of Marcus's breast::
Marcus: **slides a little closer to Oliver**
Oliver: :: leans across and kisses her neck::
Marcus: **tits her head back a little** Mmm.
Oliver: :: bites her a little:: Like that?
Marcus: **gasps quietly** Mmm. Yeah.
Oliver: :: grins at her:: Thought you might.
Marcus: **looks around the room** We're in public.
Oliver: Well. Yeah. Well observed.
Marcus: Want to go somewhere more private?
Oliver: :: grins:: Yeah. I do.
Marcus: **takes Oliver's hand, starting to stand up**
Oliver: :: grins and stands up as well, squeezing her hand::
Marcus: **starts to walk outside, still holding Oliver's hand**
Oliver: Back up to school, then?
Marcus: **shrugs** Unless you have another idea?
Oliver: No, that's good. :: grins at her and starts walking a little quicker::
Marcus: **tries to keep up with Oliver's pace**
Oliver: C'mon, hurry up. :: turns to grin at her::
Marcus: **nearly trips, cursing** It's not that easy to run in a bloody skirt, dammit!
Oliver: ... get on my back, I'll carry you.
Marcus: **stops dead in her tracks** You'll what?
Oliver: Get on my back and I'll carry you!
Marcus: Oliver, you can't carry me!
Oliver: I can!
Marcus: **looks doubtful**
Oliver: I could try...?
Marcus: **still looking doubtful** Um. Okay ...
Oliver: Or, you know, if you have NO faith in me...
Marcus: **quickly** No. No, okay, I'll try.
Oliver: Okay. :: bends down a little:: Climb on.
Marcus: **still looks a bit doubtful, but obeys anyway**
Oliver: :: puts his hands on the underside of Marcus's thighs, and slowly stands:: See? It's fine!
Marcus: **clutching at Oliver's shoulder, trying to hang on** Yeah. okay.
Oliver: Put your arms around my neck, we'll be fine.
Marcus: **wraps her arms around Oliver's neck** Right then.
Oliver: Right. Er. I'm fine. :: takes a very slow step forward::
Marcus: **looks more doubtful by the second** Are you sure this'll work?
Oliver: Uhh... yeah, of course. :: another small, slow step::
Marcus: Don't. Drop. Me.
Oliver: I won't, I won't. :: another couple of steps, swaying::
Marcus: **tightening her arms around Oliver's neck, trying not to wobble**
Oliver: :: determined and concentrating, walks on very slowly and deliberately::
Marcus: **holds on very tightly, still looking very worried**
Oliver: :: furrows his brow, pushing Marcus up on his back a bit more::
Marcus: **tries to scoot further up Oliver's back without upsetting the balance**
Oliver: :: trips, but catches himself in time::
Marcus: **clutches even tighter, nearly suffocating Oliver** Don't fucking drop me, dammit!
Oliver: I haven't dropped you!
Marcus: You were about to!
Oliver: But I didn't!
Marcus: But you almost did!
Oliver: But I caught you!
Marcus: You might not catch me next time!
Oliver: Yes I will!
Marcus: What if you don't?
Oliver: Well, I will.
Marcus: **sounding doubtful** If you say so.
Oliver: :: after a few more steps:: Fine, walk yourself.
Marcus: **slides off Oliver's back, but leaves her arms around his neck**
Oliver: Come on, let's get back.
Marcus: Hang on ... **turns Oliver around, one arm still around his neck, and kisses him**
Oliver: :: smiles and kisses her back, slipping his hands down to hold her hips::
Marcus: **deepens the kiss, pressing closer to Oliver**
Oliver: :: pulls her in, kissing her back::
Marcus: **wraps her arms tighter around his neck, pulling him closer**
Oliver: :: kisses her deeper, smiling::
Marcus: **reluctantly breaks the kiss, smiling** Now we can go back.
Oliver: :: grins:: Oh, all right, then.
Marcus: **slips her arm around Oliver's waist as they start walking again**
Oliver: :: smiles and leans over to kiss her::
Marcus: **kisses back, briefly**
Oliver: :: at the gates to the school, stops and holds them open for Marcus, smiling::
Marcus: **grins and fakes a curtsey before walking through the gates**
Oliver: :: grins at her, following and taking her hand again::
Marcus: **squeezes his hand, entwining her fingers with his**

And then there's this. stoptocheer = Oliver, and femgeek = Adrian

Oliver: :: catches sight of Adrian in the halls between classes, and calls out:: Pucey! Oi!
Adrian: **turns around, irritated** Wood. What do you want?
Oliver: :: strides up to him and crosses his arms over his chest:: Just want to give you a warning. Hands off Marcus.
Adrian: **looks at Oliver, laughs** Or what?
Oliver: Or, well, you don't want to find out.
Adrian: **sneers**Right. Sure. The Gryffindork is going to hurt me. Oooooh, I'm so scared.
Oliver: :: frowns at him:: Just don't grope my bloody girlfriend.
Adrian: **starts really laughing now** Your girlfriend? Oh, that's bloody brilliant! Beautiful! I thought you were gay?
Oliver: :: shifts uncomfortably:: Well, I am. Not that it's any of your business.
Adrian: **rubs his forehead** Let me get this straight. You're gay, yet you have a girlfriend. Who is actually a bloke and will be one again soon, he hopes, and I don't know why he's suddenly your girlfriend, but I know Marcus, and Marcus is straight, so as soon as he turns back, poof. No more girlfriend.
Oliver: No, he'll still be with me.
Adrian: **sneers** Right. Sure he will. You just keep telling yourself that.
Oliver: Just stop touching her, all right?
Adrian: **steps closer to Oliver, getting in his face** Make me.
Oliver: :: sets his jaw:: Do it again, and I promise I will hurt you.
Adrian: Oooh, a promise? Guess I'll have to see if you keep your promises, then.
Oliver: I'm a Gryffindor. We always do. And don't you dare.
Adrian: **grins**If Marcus wants me to stop, he should make me stop himself. He doesn't seem to mind ...
Oliver: She does mind.
Adrian: He doesn't seem to mind to me. And I've known him for six years.
Oliver: Well, I mind. Don't touch her.
Adrian: Oooh, possessive, aren't we? **gives Oliver a cold glare** As soon as that hex wears off, he'll be himself again, and he'll forget you. You're a phase. A fling.
Oliver: :: shakes his head:: I love her. That has to count for something.
Adrian: **stares at Oliver for a moment, then starts laughing, almost hysterically** You love him? God, you're pathetic. this won't last, Wood. I suggest you enjoy it while you can, because it'll all be over soon. **turns around to leave**

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DOOMED I SAY!

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