Hi everybody !
This is the first time I write in English, so please be kind.
Why would I write in English ? That's easy. To me, it's a big challenge. I really wanted to try because I love English, and, as a future scientist, it's important to speak English very well.
So if you see a mistake, don't be shy and please let me know !
And now the most important : the fiction !
Title : I just wanted to do it, so I did.
Rated M for safety (because of some allusions).
I do not write or own J.K Rowling's Harry Potter, so I don't make money with that story !
It was just another boring day in Marcus Flint's life.
It was almost the time for breakfast, but he was already expecting the end of the day.
Even if he saw many people that morning, no one was interesting to his eyes.
He saw Drago Malfoy, but he was only a young whiny, grumpy and self-centric boy who just care about two things : his hair and Harry Potter.
Then he met Theodore, but... Well, Theo was Theo. He was solitary and quiet. To be honest, Marcus always found him creepy...
Of course, he'd also seen Pansy and Blaise, but since they where together, they spent their time kissing each other, and he found that so irritating that he wished he could blow up their heads each time he saw them puckering up.
So, finally, he decided to sit next to Adrian Pucey and Terence Higgs who were talking about Quiddich.
He didn't took bother to salute them. He didn't speak to them either.
He just looked around to find the only person who mattered to him : Oliver Wood.
This stupid Gryffindor who was always foolishly smiling had the knack of getting of his nerves.
But he was also the only one who could make him feel as happy as if he was in heaven. Marcus loved hitting him. Crushing his fits on this insolent angelic face gives him a taste of heaven in his mouth.
So, when he realized that he wasn't in the Great Hall, he became sharper than before.
Where could be that nasty small idiot ? "Certainly chilling in bed while I'm expecting to explode his silly face", Marcus thought.
He was preparing to leave the table when Oliver Wood finally came out.
When he saw him, with his rosy-cheeks and tousled hair, he started to think that maybe he wasn't chilling but doing something more... interesting than this.
At this moment, Marcus stopped to wonder about how he could break his nose or make him suffer. He just wondered about how he could feel those pulpy lips under his own.
So he stood up and started to walk in Oli's direction. The Gryffindor already started to prepare his hands to strike him, and he was also ready to run, just in case...
Finally, Marcus stopped just in front of him. He rose his hand and Oliver rose his hand too, in order to catch Marcus's one. But Marcus just put his hand on his face, and kissed him. He could feel the warm wet breath of Oliver against his own, as well as a toothpaste taste mixing with coffee. When they split, Oliver madly blinked his eyes.
"Why ?", he asked.
"I just wanted to do it, so I did. Do you have a problem with that, Woodie ?", Marcus answered.
Oli turned back. Marcus smiled. They should kiss more often...
And that's all !
So, how was it ?
Thanks for reading.
Chu.