Oliver woke up to find his boyfriend looking at him. "What's wrong, Perc?"

"Nothing. Just thinking." Then he got up and walked out.

Oliver ran down to the Great Hall for breakfast when he bumped into someone. He looked up to see Marcus Flint. "Watch where your walkin, Flint."

"Sorry, Oliver."

"Don't call me that."

"Why? Its your name, no?"

"Yeah, but you call me Wood and I call you Flint. That's the way it works."

Marcus smiled. "Listen, Oliver, I like you. I don't like it that you hate me. Cant we start over? Maybe even date?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because you cant change the past, Flint."

"Draco and Potter are dating. They used to hate each other."

"I'm seeing someone."

"Since when?"

Since five damn months ago. Now, leave it alone." He started to walk away.

Marcus grabbed his arm. "Look me in the eyes and tell me you have never wanted me."

"Fine. Yes, I have wanted you, but now I'm in a relationship with a very loving boyfriend." Marcus leaned in to kiss the Gryffindor, but he pushed the older boy away. "No." Then Oliver walked into the Great Hall.

Oliver sat beside Percy, kissing him on the cheek. "Mornin."

"Morning."

"What's wrong with you lately?"

"What's wrong with me? What's wrong with you? You've been way too chipper lately, like your getting snogged every night in secret. And it's not with me," Percy answered.

"What? I'm not aloud to be happy?"

"Not this happy. You better not be cheating on me."

"Oh, yeah, that's me. I'm so promiscuous. I'm a player," Oliver remarked sarcastically.

"I swear if you are…"

"Are you threatening me?"

"No, I'm warning you."

The Quidditch player scoffed. "Fuck this. Its over, Percy," he said, getting up from his seat beside Percy.

Percy grabbed his arm. "Don't walk away from me."

"You don't trust me and you just threatened me."

"I warned you."

"Oh, excuse me," Oliver sneered, walking away.

Percy followed, grabbing his arm again, tighter this time. "I said, don't walk away from me."

"Your hurting me-"

"Shut up. When I tell you to do something, I suggest you do it." He let Oliver go with a push and sat back down.

Oliver walked out of the Great Hall, rubbing his sore arm. Someone grabbed his elbow, turning him around. He flinched and jumped back, thinking it was Percy again, but let out a sigh of relief to see Marcus. "Don't do that," he breathed.

"Sorry. Are you ok?"

Oliver shrugged. "I don't know anymore."

"You said you had a loving boyfriend. He didn't seem too loving to me."

"He was loving. Now he thinks I'm cheating on him."

"Stop making excuses for him. That's no reason for him to hurt you." Oliver sobbed and looked down. "Hey," Marcus said, cupping Oliver's cheek. Oliver looked up at him, his brown eyes sparkling. "He's not worth your tears." He pulled Oliver into a soft, loving kiss. Oliver hesitated first then responded. Marcus traced his tongue across Oliver's bottom lip and Oliver parted his lips just enough to let Marcus slide his tongue in. He quickly pushed Flint away when he heard someone clear their throat. They looked up to see Dumbledore standing there looking down at them.

"Professor Dumbledore," Oliver squeaked out.

"Hello Mr. Wood. Mr. Flint."

"Are we in trouble? Are you gonna tell my father?"

"No, Oliver. You're just two young men in love. There's nothing wrong with that."

Marcus smiled, pulling Oliver a little closer to him. "Yeah, I am in love Dumbledore." Oliver looked at him surprised and Dumbledore smiled.

"But next time, find somewhere more private, will you, please."

Oliver sighed and Marcus let out a laugh as Dumbledore walked away. "Your not in love with me," Oliver said.

"Yes, I am."

Oliver shook his head. "I'm not worth it."

"Don't you ever say that again."

"It's the truth!"

"No it's not. Now stop, Marcus said, pulling the younger boy in closer.

"I don't deserve to be loved," Oliver sobbed into the Slytherin's shoulder.

"Yes you do. Come on, lets go for a walk."

Marcus and Oliver walked through the hallways, Marcus brushing Oliver's hand with his every few minutes. "Why do you think that?" Marcus finally asked.

"Think what?'

"That you don't deserve to be loved."

"Because I don't. If I did, then my family would love me."

"What do you mean?" Marcus questioned.

"I was a mistake. My father tells me every chance he gets. 'You were a mistake, Oliver. You were never supposed to happen'."

"Well, I'm glad you're around."

Oliver stopped. "Why are you being nice to me all of a sudden?"

"Because I realized being an asshole wont make you like me more. Everytime I pushed you or hit you, it was just an excuse so I could touch you."

"Well, that's great…" Oliver paused. "…But I can't do it. I'm sorry." He then walked away.