Okay, so I abandoned my other story. But, I have a new idea so let's see how this goes. Enjoy and REVIEW :D
The end of summer was near; you could feel it in the air.
Marcus sat down on the edge of the bed, staring at the muggles that flooded the streets. He sighed. This was going to be his sixth year at Hogwarts. It wasn't really a huge deal for Marcus, but he couldn't help letting his mind wander.
Clothes and books and other stuff he'd need was strewn across the room and his trunk lay on his bed, open and waiting for the materials that it would soon hold.
Another boring year, he thought. It only meant another year of studies that were useless for the most part, quidditch, and Oliver Wood. He sighed at the thought of the Gryffindor and threw his books into the trunk.
When Marcus left for the summer, he started to think more seriously about his future. He started with what he wanted to do with his life and somehow, someway, it ended up changing to Oliver. Granted, he'd always felt nervous when the other boy was present, but Marcus always thought that it was the dislike he held for him.
But he couldn't be more wrong.
He explored the feelings over the summer, hoping to come to some kind of solution. Maybe he was just crazy. But as time grew shorter and the school year grew closer, he found himself willingly thinking about it instead of trying to push it away.
He finally saw the things he'd been trying to ignore like how muscular the Gryffindor really is from playing quidditch, how good of a quidditch player he is and the fact that he's absolutely brilliant.
He sighed again, running a hand through his normally straight hair.
He knew what the answer to why he was noticing this stuff was. It wasn't something he'd admit out loud.
He, Marcus Flint, was in love.
He was in love with Oliver Wood.
He shook his head and finished packing, closing the lid on the already overflowing trunk. He sighed and sat it down, figuring he'd get some shut eye before it was time to leave.
He settled down and started thinking. Maybe this year things would be different. Who knows, maybe he'd work up the courage to tell the young Gryffindor about his feelings.
Well it was a nice dream anyway.
And he knew that no matter happened; Oliver Wood would be in his dreams tonight.
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