thekept (thekept) wrote in afic, @ 2011-01-16 19:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: oliver wood, x player: veetee, x player: victoria |
Who: Oliver and Jonathan
Where: Their flat
What: Oliver and Jonathan discuss politics
When: Sunday evening
Rating: Moderate?
Oliver was more awake then asleep. They had just fallen into bed, but he wasn't feeling anywhere near ready to go to sleep. Despite the grueling morning workout he had put himself through, he felt like he had too much pent up energy. His mind was racing, and he couldn't help but feel almost inexplicably nervous.
Really, he knew that he probably should have consulted Jonathan before he had written to Hermione. It was something of a drastic move, especially considering everything that was going on lately. He had a feeling that if it were to come out that he had been talking to Hermione, giving her the names of people he had been in the Order with, he would be marked as an ST; considering what had happened to STs as of late, he knew this was a serious problem.
He had told Jonathan when had attended Hermione's initial meeting. He couldn't help but notice how many people who had been there had been marked as STs; of course, that hadn't immediately changed their lives. Oliver had backed off. When the Ministry had applied more pressure, Oliver had decided that it was better to behave. But, after seeing the lengths the Ministry was willing to go to, Oliver didn't want to behave anymore. This was the sort of thing that they had fought against in the war; branding people like they were animals was a Death Eater tactic. Judging people based off the purity of their blood was a Death Eater tactic. This new world was supposed to be better than that.
He knew that this time was going to be different though. He had made contact with Hermione and he had every intention of using the coin that he had arrived for him. It had taken him a few moments to realize what it was. But now he was utterly convinced that it was another meeting. Oliver was going to be in attendance. He was going to let these bad things happen just for the sake of being able to live comfortable; being so caged chafed him.
He sighed quietly and shifted a little. One of his arms was wrapped around Jonathan. He let his fingers meander quietly along Jonathan's stomach and he leaned in to press a soft kiss against his neck. His breathing hadn't yet changed and Oliver knew that he wasn't asleep yet. He didn't know what Jonathan was going to think about all this. He never could tell what Jonathan thought when it came to political situations like this; sometimes, to Oliver, it seemed as if Jonathan would let the whole world go to hell as long as he could still stir up as his potions. But if Oliver was marked as a ST, it was going to change both their lives.
"I need to tell you something," Oliver murmured quietly against Jonathan's skin.