"Oh,right, I know you all really fucking hate me. In fact, I know what they say, you thought I didn't but I do. Marcus Flint,ha, Marcus Flint really cant win,can he? CAN HE?" last words Marcus Flint growled and they echoed over the pitch. The team sat still. If the Slytherin Quidditch team was scared of anything, this was it, the Captain raging.
" But we've never lost so many matches against the Gryffies, and it can't be your fault Marcus, I...we never blamed you, but you've been such an arse lately so we let the fumes out..." Nyx blurted out but instantly bit her lip: she as the only girl on the team could get away with more, but this seemed too much since Marcus was just too easy to anger.
"The lady's right. We want, well, we need the old Marcus back. You just get so irritable and give us a shit time." Adrian added.
"Yeah, it's a bit late to go through puberty,mate." Peregrine,who was known for bad timing like this, stated with a completely straight face.
Surprisingly, the edges of Flints mouth curled up baring his rather crooked teeth, the tension in the room lowered slightly.
"Uh, I owe you apologies then, I guess." Marcus asked somewhat calmer.
Nyx got up to hug him, she was very short compared to him so she wrapped her arms around his waist.
"Its alright, we all value you very much,Marcus." she paused then stood on the tips of her toes and continued, "Me especially if I might be so bold to say." she whispered in his ear.
He hugged her back but surprisingly to himself broke away awkwardly. Contrary to popular belief Nyx de Venette,the 3rd year Slytherin beater did not sleep with Flint to get on the team, she just had great aim on the try-outs, with the bat goddamn it. On the Quidditch pitch it was getting chilly and evening dew generously sprinkled the grass.
"Lets head back." Miles said his teeth chattering, "Nyx, do you want a piggy-back?" he smiled.
She clapped her hands and grinned broadly but she needed the help of Adrian to mount the giant Miles, by far the tallest on the team,perfect Keeper. Nyx squeezed his torso with her knees and shouted something along the lines of 'giddy-up' and they bolted off with Adrian behind them protectively insuring she doesn't fall .
Marcus and Peregrine walked at a brisk pace behind.
"You know, Nyx has been hitting on you, have you noticed?" Peregrine commented.
"Uh, well she fond of Miles too." Marcus stammered. Why did everyone constantly pair him with her?
"Nah, its you she fancies,Marcus." Peregrine curiously eyed Marcus. He was the biggest gossip on the team.
"That's great and all, but I don't care for her much, that way at least... besides I think I forgot something back on the pitch, see ya,mate." and he raced off through the wet grass.
Peregrine didn't have time to reply anything so he shrugged it off and jogged towards the castle which was coloured crimson in the light of the setting sun.
"The bunch of fucking kiss asses...she just wants to stay on the team,sneaky little bitch..." Marcus muttered to himself as he sat on the sandy part of the quidditch pitch polishing his Nimbus 2001, Malfoys admittance pay, even though Malfoy wasn't too bad of a player.
"Problems with the team,Flint?" someone sneered.
The voice was familiar, he hated that voice but couldn't remember who it belonged to and why he hated he layed his broomstick aside and turned around. Leaning over the low fence a little less than a metre away from him was the biggest rival of all, Oliver Wood.
"Yes, Wood. You know the bastards I work with." Marcus scoffed.
"Jesus, never thought I'd hear that from you,Flint. Take a sip of this, you're depressed." Wood handed him half a bottle of whiskey.
"That's very nice of you,dear enemy."Flint smirked and took a giant gulp out of the neck of the bottle, "And judging from your liquor you're not that bad." he praised.
"Glad to help, shouldn't be but I its not like I don't have problems with my team." Oliver confessed.
"Oh yeah, you must have it bad, you've got the Weasley twins and three bitches. Well, come 'ere lets talk about it." Marcus smirked and patted the ground next to him and Oliver hopped over the fence and slid down next to Marcus.
"Um, Flint, uh, can I see your broomstick?" Oliver asked eyeing it greedily.
Marcus laughed and passed his Nimbus to Oliver.
"If Adrian was here, he'd interpret it interestingly." Marcus snickered.
"Flint!" Oliver could hardly hold back a grin.
Marcus comicaly shrugged. And they ventured into the depths of the topic of Quidditch, the point of their whole damn lives.
It was 3AM and only a dull green glow of lamps overhead illuminated the walls. Nyx de Venette was snuggled by Daphne Greengrass' side the large duvet kept them both warm in the chilly underground dorm.
"You know, this time I think its like real." Nyx whispered.
"I think not,honey, he's much too old for you and I don't know but have you heard of him ever making a girl happy?" Daphne whispered back, stroking Nyxs hair.
"Aw, but I'm just so attracted to him, I think I even love him. It seems to me he can never do anything wrong." Nyx looked up at Daphne.
"You may think the sun shines out of his ass now, but as long as you tell yourself that you love Marcus Flint, you will, and I don't think it'd work out." Daphne frowned.
"Its worth a try, I think, he's such a nice guy." Nyx whimpered.
"You are fucking crazy." Daphne smiled.
"Shut up." Nyx grinned back and closed her eyes.
" Yeah, but marking spread out chasers is harder and gives them more space to work in besides it's easier for the Beaters too, harder to hit their own." Marcus argued drawing diagrams in the sand with his long,pale index finger.
"No, you see, it works for your team with physically strong Chasers since my ladies rely on agility more they should keep together and weasel around you guys." Oliver pointed out and took the last sip from the bottle.
"Hm, I see, but with my teams skills at dirty play, we can beat you anyway . Slytherins got good chances this next season,if you don't mind me saying." Marcus smirked.
"At this point,that's fine by me, it's good enough to have someone actually listen to me talk about Quidditch. And you know, Marcus," Oliver started, Marcus lifted his head at the sound of his first name, first time it came out of these lips, "I've always admired your play. How bold it is,how bloody vicious... I'm a Keeper so your techniques are no use to me, but they are just so flamboyant and somewhat beautiful to watch." he admitted he was looking down,nervously drawing squiggles in the sand.
"Thanks,Oliver." Marcus gulped at the unfamiliar notion of calling the rival by name, but still said it somewhat tenderly, again surprising himself, "Now I can really see how good that whiskey was,but I could make a decent Chaser out of you, possibly sometime in daylight," he glanced at the first stars crawling out of the cloudy veil, "but you are a fucking solid Keeper." with that Marcus gave Oliver a pat on the back which lingered slightly.
Somehow, Marcus found that an image of him kissing Oliver crept into his head. He was slightly confused by it,and slightly intrigued as to why his head would produce such a...desire, but he could find nothing better to do then shrug it off and continue the conversation on Quidditch-related topics.
"What the fuck did you forget back there,Marcus? Its four in the morning!" Peregrine called from his bed as Marcus creeped into the dorm.
"I just spent some time with..." Marcus started but was cut short by Peregrine.
"Ah, I see why you didn't want Nyx now! Oh well,well done,mate." he yawned and before Marcus could retort started snoring.
How on earth was Marcus ever going to explain spending the night with Wood. If he says they were JUST talking no ones going to believe him, everyone knows or thinks that him and Wood hate each other, and that's kind of true but they most certainly had truce back there. After agreeing on the best looking ladies on the Holyhead Harpies team, Oliver...yes Oliver not Wood decided to call it a night to which Marcus replied that his offer of making Oliver a decent Chaser is still standing. Oliver smiled, he promised to come around Saturday. Marcus reckoned that the night went well and he felt like a horny teenage girl. Oh well, it was getting interesting so he was excited for their next encounter whenever that may be.
"Hey man, wake up, rise and shine goddamn it!" Adrian was pounding at Marcus' bed. Marcus tried to have a kick at him but missed so he moaned incoherently.
"So what have you been up to last night, Captain?" Adrian asked cockily, jumping onto Marcus' bed barely missing Marcus' ribs with his knees.
"You are not going to believe me,Adrian." Marcus replied, half opening his eyes.
"Oh yeah? Was it Cho Chang then? Y'know Cedrics girl?" Adrian was grinning pretty wide now.
"No, it was Oliver Wood." Marcus closed his eyes again. He wasn't thinking very clearly.
"YOU BANGED OLIVER WOOD?" Adrian screamed at the top of his lungs waking Marcus up completely.
"Oh no no, you misunderstood! We were talking, just fucking TALKING!" Marcus sat up, he was panicking.
"Oh okay, he he, oh shit, now you made me imagine you with Wood!" Adrian jumped up and rushed out of the room.
"Well that's not that bad." Marcus muttered to himself and crawled out of his bed. It was a Hogsmead Saturday. Fuck yes.
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Recently I realised most authors do the little message thing at the end of the chapter and so I decided it was a good idea, well to be honest this was much prettier in my head, Im not a great writer at all. Oh well enjoy this crappy attempt! :D