Marcus Flint gripped my hand tightly, as though trying to break everyone of the bones in my hands and fingers. I looked into his cold dark brown eyes briefly as he looked into my blue ones. I winced, he was strong, but I made no sound of pain as he crushed my hand.

We let go, both of us walked away, to our teams. I mounted my broom and gripped tightly, my hand painfully obeying.

Madam Hooch walked to the centre of the pitch, Quaffle under her arm and the case with the remaining three balls in her other hand.

She put the case down and held her hand up, 3 fingers raised, her whistle in her mouth.

3.

One of her fingers folded down.

2.

I looked up at Marcus who was looking back at me.

He winked. I was shocked, he smirked at me.

1.

The roars of the Slytherins could be heard long after the match finished. I had let in an absolutely ridiculous 17 goals.

I was in the shower in the Quiddich changing rooms. I had been there for an hour and a half. I couldn't face my house right now. I hated to think what the Slytherins were going to say, 'Oliver Wood, the guy who practically gave them the cup.'

I leant against the tiled wall of the shower, letting the water wash over me, I had been there far too long. My fingers had shrivelled and were wrinkly. My sandy hair was wet and flopping over my eyes. I didn't want to cry, it seemed pathetic over something like a Quiddich match, but this was Oliver Wood. Everyone knew that I was obsessed with my game. A few tears rolled down my cheeks, I rubbed them away quickly. It was stupid, there was no one here to see me yet I still would not cry. I was too proud.

I heard the door of the changing rooms and assumed it was one of my team coming to get me. I turned the shower off and stepped out quickly, reaching for the soft white towel and wrapping it around my waist. I left the shower block and turned the corner into the changing area. I stopped abruptly as I came face to face with Flint.

"What the fuck Flint?" I said, startled.

"Now now Wood, no need to be aggressive," he replied. He was drunk, I could tell by his unfocused eyes and the smell of liquor on his breath. The Slytherins were probably having a party, which would explain it.

"What they hell are you doing here?" I said aggressively.

I walked over to my clothes, pulling my shirt over my wet hair, which was straggled all over the place. Marcus was watching, it was making me uncomfortable. He wasn't answering, I wanted to leave but I still had only a towel around my waist. I couldn't walk across the grounds with nothing on my bottom half, but I couldn't change with him there either.

"Why did you wink at me?" I asked, seeing as he was not answering my first question.

He shrugged, "I worked didn't it? We won."

I looked at him for a moment, he was looking at me strangely, for some reason I felt disappointed that the wink had just been a tactic. I frowned at myself, what had I wanted? Marcus to be flirting with me?

Ew. I had no idea where this sudden pang of disappointment had come from but it certainly wasn't sticking around.

"Piss off Flint." I said finally, I picked up boxers and trousers and walked to the shower block again deciding to change there as it was round a corner. I did it quickly never the less. Just in case.

I was just doing the flies of my trousers up when all of a sudden I was slammed against the wall in front of me, I could tell it was Marcus because of the familiar alcoholic smell. I struggled but he was much too strong. His entire body weight pinned me to the wall. I felt one of his hands creeping around my waist and I groaned in annoyance as I began feeling aroused.

Why the hell was I feeling aroused? This was Marcus Flint for fucks sake!

His fingers brushed my dick and I jerked forward slightly, closing my eyes. It took me a while to come to my senses and I remembered who it was who was pleasuring me so.

With all the strength I could muster I pushed him off of me. Both of us stood, panting for a few seconds.

"I'm not gay Flint!" I said furiously.

Flint raised his eyebrows, we were still quite close.

"Your dick would suggest otherwise." He replied, not taking his eyes off me.

I knew he was right. I could feel an erection pressing painfully against my trousers. Flint walked away from me towards the door.

"Flint!" I yelled, I wanted an explanation but he did not turn. "Flint!" I yelled again. He turned this time, smirking and looking at me in the way again, "Until next time." He said finally, and walked out the door.

"Flint!" I shouted, "I'm not gay! I'M NOT GAY!" I yelled urgently. But he was gone.

I'm not gay.

I'm not.

I'm not, I'm not, I'm not.

I. Am. Not. Gay.

I repeated it in my head over and over again as I thrust into my girlfriend and team mate Katie Bell. She was in my dorm, as boys were not allowed in the girls dorms, probably for this exact reason. He had been at it for ages now, I was exhausted and I had not come. It wasn't working. In the back of my mind I knew why, I would not admit it though. Not even to myself.

I am not gay.

Katie sighed beneath me, she was getting fed up and I didn't blame her, I was too. An idea kept slipping into my mind; it had been there since we started earlier.

I pulled out of her and kissed her gently, before flipping her over so she was on her stomach. I kissed her back and slid my hand down, pushing my fingers into her so I could work out where to go from this angle. I removed them gently and pushed my dick in again. She moaned, she was already getting close, I knew that moan. I began thrusting hard into her, it still wasn't working for me.

So I did what I had to do.

I closed my eyes and imagined Marcus in front of me, him moaning and saying my name. I thrust harder, hitting his spot making him completely merciless to me. Until he came, his body stiffening around me, my dick felt pressure coming from all sides as he tensed and orgasmed underneath me. I came as well with a similar reaction to his. I pulled out once I had finished, my eyes still closed, and collapsed at his side.

I felt a hand stroke my face, I smiled and opened my eyes.

It was Katie. Shit. I had just had my best orgasm to date thinking about Marcus Flint. What the fuck was happening to me?

"That was…amazing," said Katie drowsily, only moments later she was asleep. I then too, fell asleep.