𝙿𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚔𝚒𝚗 𝙿𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜 - 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑙𝑒𝑦 | ✔︎

Chapter 59

Meanwhile, as Ginny, Fred and Natasha were in London, Adrian was in Oliver's arms, their legs intertwined in the tousled bed sheets. Oliver was sound asleep, but Adrian was slowly coming around, smiling as his eyes opened to the sight of his boyfriend's shirtless body.

Oliver had asked him to be his boyfriend last night over dinner.

He traced the smooth lines of Oliver's torso, marvelling at how strong, yet slim his entire being was. Everything about Oliver was perfect in Adrian's eyes, from his laugh, to his passion for quidditch, down to his pinkie finger which never stopped moving.

"Morning," a sleepy voice whispered, and Adrian looked up, smiling at the man.

"Hey handsome," he whispered back, leaning in for a kiss. Oliver shifted so that he was on top of Adrian, and the sheet completely fell down, revealing his entire body, birthday suit and all.

"Oh, how could I forget last night," Adrian sighed, pulling Oliver down so that their bodies crashed. Oliver's kisses trailed down, at first nibbling only on Adrian's neck, before going further south, right until he reached Adrian's v-line.

"You down for round 2?" Oliver asked with a grin, and Adrian took no time in nodding, instead pushing Oliver's head down, letting him do all the work first.

"You bet I'm down."

~.~

As Oliver was making breakfast for the two of them, Adrian couldn't help but feel a chill in the air as though something sinister was about to occur. He shivered, to which Oliver wrapped his arms around him, kissing his head repeatedly.

"You okay love? You're shivering and the fire's on," Oliver said worriedly, and Adrian shrugged.

"I don't know, something just feels off," he said quietly. Oliver sighed and kissed Adrian's head one more time, before heading back over to the scrambled eggs to make sure they weren't burning.

Because of his new position on Puddlemere United, Oliver had recently moved to a new flat, where everything was crisp, new and colourful. Streaks of orange, pink and yellow mixed with a hint of brown decorated the living room, whilst the kitchen and bedroom were deep green, creating a fun vibe at the flat.

The windows stretched out, and were rarely opened due to the colder weather, but Oliver always made sure the balcony door was open due to the number of gifts and letters he received from old school friends and excited fans.

A sleek, ebony owl elegantly flew in, landing on the kitchen table with a quiet thud, a white letter in its beak decorated with a green seal. Oliver payed no attention, as it wasn't the first time he had received a letter, but Adrian's hands began to shake as he eyed the seal warily.

"No," he whispered, and Oliver whipped his head around at the sound of Adrian's chair scraping. He clutched at his hair, staring down the sealed letter, and Oliver plucked it from the owl's beak, his fingers grazing over the seal.

"Babe, what's wrong?" Oliver asked, now confused and worried for Adrian. Adrian tried to speak, but it resulted in a splutter of nothing, and that concerned Oliver even more, so much so that he quickly shut the balcony doors with his wand, before setting it down on the kitchen table.

"Adrian, what's this letter? Who sent it?" Oliver pushed. Adrian whispered something, but it was so quiet that Oliver's brow crinkled. He asked again, and this time, received an answer.

"My family. That's the Pucey seal. He wants me."

Oliver's face paled, and he pulled Adrian into his arms, holding the back of his head. "Hey, hey, shh. We won't let them get to you. I will never let them ever get to you," Oliver promised, putting his hands on either side of Adrian's face.

Adrian stared directly into Oliver's eyes, looking for any hint of a lie, but all he saw was Oliver, whose own eyes bore only concern and adoration. "We need to tell the Order," he whispered, and Oliver nodded, already pulling on his coat and scarf.

"We'll use the Floo Network to get to Grimmauld Place, and we'll set everything right," Oliver said, taking a handful of green powder into his hand. Adrian snatched his wand up from the coffee table in the lounge, before throwing on his own black coat and checkered green scarf, before stepping into the fireplace.

"12 Grimmauld Place!" Oliver called out, and he dropped the powder, whisking them away.

~.~

Aurelia and Sirius were having a quiet breakfast by the fire when the room darkened, as Oliver and Adrian whooshed into the quaint lounge room. "Adrian? Oliver?" Aurelia asked, and she immediately pulled Adrian into her warm embrace, noticing his fearful face.

"Son, what's happened?" Sirius questioned, and Adrian handed him the letter whilst still in Aurelia's arms. Oliver ran his hands through his hair, and Aurelia pulled him into her arms as well, now hugging them both. Their heads leant over on her shoulders to her short stature, but she had the most comforting of embraces, which was both welcoming and motherly.

Sirius cleared his throat and began to read the letter aloud.

Adrian,

Your father and I are furious with your galivanting across the Wizarding World. You have disgraced the Pucey name by not showing for your induction ceremony for the Dark Lord, and enough is enough.

If you do not return promptly to Pucey Manor, you shall officially be blacklisted from not only the family, but the good name of every Pure-blooded witch and wizard in our world.

We shall be lenient with your disappearance if you return but know that the Dark Lord will not be so lenient if you do not show.

Do not disappoint us further Adrian.

We shall await your answer.

Cynella Pucey

"They won't touch you," Aurelia said protectively, and summoned her Patronus, the dove form floating in front of her. "Send this news to Albus," she whispered, and the Dove flew away, leaving a trail of blue wisp behind.

"Where was everyone else when you received this letter?" Sirius asked, and Oliver answered for Adrian.

"Adrian was with me at my flat, we don't know. All I know is that Natasha and Fred had a date last night at their flat, and Ange and George were out." Sirius nodded, stroking his moustache, as Aurelia summoned coffee for the new couple.

"Okay, well hopefully they don't know of your location or acquaintances with Natasha or any of the younger Order members. In the meantime, it's probably safe if you don't go out much," he concluded. Adrian looked up, and Oliver took his hand.

"Stay above the shop, Adrian. I'll visit whenever I can, but I agree with Sirius. Diagon Alley is much safer for you in a protected shop than my flat bordering the muggle part of London," Oliver said, rubbing his thumb over Adrian's hand.

Aurelia smiled sadly at the two as she stirred her on tea. "I take it you two are together now, aren't you?" she observed. Both Adrian and Oliver nodded, and she squeezed their arms, her face one of pity.

"Stay safe, the both of you. If you really desire to live together from the get-go, Remus and I can come back with you and place up protective charms. I know from experience that going through war alone is scary, and Oliver, though your intentions are charming, the ministry may become compromised, and Adrian's position could become endangered."

She sighed, and Sirius came to her side, kissing her head. "We see you like a son Adrian, and if we could, we would have adopted you years ago. We and the Order will protect you with our lives, but I will warn you now, it will become boring, and you may become agitated or frustrated," Sirius warned, earning Adrian's full attention.

"How did you get through it when you were a fugitive?" he asked.

Sirius smiled, before patting Aurelia's hands. "I always thought of Lia and Nat. I got through thinking about the two people I loved the most."