Disclaimer: The characters dont belong to me. I DID borrow some of the words from a Degrassi preview, it was too cute and kinda went with what i was writing so i used it.

Marcus was walking down the hall, when he saw Angelina Johnson, one of the Gryffindor chasers. "Ay, Johnson."

"What do you want, Flint?"

"Well, you see, I've been dating a friend of yours and now their mad at me and I don't know how to get 'em back."

"Who is it?"

"Oliver Wood."

Angelina stopped mid-step." You've been dating Oliver?"

He nodded. "I really like him, but I fucked up and now he wont talk to me. Please. I need your help."

Angelina nodded. "You have to let him know that you're not going anywhere. That you're not gonna disappear. I think that's what scares him most, cuz its happened to him before and it really hurt him. Tell him it wont happen with you."

Marcus smile. "Ok. Thanks." He went to take a step, but stopped and turned to the girl. "Um…do you happen to know where he is right now?"

"He's in the library. I just saw him."

"Thanks." He took off in the direction of the library, running at full speed. When he saw the library he slowed to a jog, then stopped at the door. He looked in and spotted the Gryffindor captain sitting at a table with Cedric Diggory, talking and laughing with the Hufflepuff boy. Marcus, boiling with jealousy, walked towards the two boys.

Oliver was the first to see him and his smile faded as he jumped up to block the older boy. "What are you doin here? Why're you following me?"

Marcus, who was glaring over his shoulder at the Hufflepuff finally turned his gaze to the boy standing in front of him. "I just wanted to let you know I'm not gonna disappear. You cant get rid of me. I'm not goin anywhere."

Oliver huffed a laugh. "You know, someone else once told me that and ya know what, I actually fell for it. I wont fall for it again."

"I'm gonna prove to you that I'm not goin anywhere. I promise." He gave the younger boy one last look before leaving the library.

The next day at breakfast, everyone sat with their houses, the entire Great Hall was filled with chatter. Marcus sat watching Oliver laughing with his house mates, when his thoughts were interrupted by the annoying little voice of Draco Malfoy.

"Looking at your boyfriend, are you?"

Marcus rolled his eyes. "So what if I am?"

"So its true. You're snogging a Gryffindor bloke."

"You got a point?"

"Fag."

"Yeah, I am. You got a problem with that?" Marcus asked, giving him a warning look.

"Looks like you're not the only one interested in him," Draco said, looking towards the Gryffindor table.

Marcus looked over to see Cedric Diggory standing by where Oliver was sitting. Oliver stood and the two boys walked out of the Great Hall together. Marcus looked at Angelina, who stood and motioned for him to follow her, and he immediately obeyed.

"Did you tell him?" Angelina asked when he caught up to her.

"Yeah. I told him and he didn't believe me. I don't know what else to do."

"Do something nice for him," she suggested.

"Like what?"

She shrugged. "Give him flowers or something. Something romantic."

Marcus nodded. "I could try that." Then he ran.

Later that day, Marcus walked down the hall, a single red rose in his hand. He had looked everywhere, and he couldn't find Oliver, so when he saw two red heads walking down the hall he called out. "Ay, Weasleys."

The twins turned around and saw him coming, looking at each other, confused. "Yes?" they said in unison.

"I need a favor." The boys looked at each other once again. "I just need you to make sure Oliver gets this," he said, handing Fred the rose. "Please." The twins nodded in unison and Marcus smiled.

Oliver walked into his dormitory and saw a rose laying on his bed and he immediately knew who it was from as soon as he saw it. He rolled his eyes and walked over and picked up the flower, looking at it for a minute before putting it in the draw next to his bed. He sat on the bed and put his head in his hands. "I don't know what to do. Why does he have to make it so hard?" he sobbed into his hands. He didn't even notice two heads peeking in the door.

Marcus sat in Study period, wondering where Oliver was, when the Weasley twins sat across from him. "Something wrong?" George asked.

"He doesn't trust me at all," Marcus said sadly.

"Talk to him," George replied.

Fred nodded. "Just tell him how you feel."

Marcus nodded.

"We're going to Quidditch practice. He's always the last to leave."

Marcus smiled and watched as the twins walked away.

Three hours later, Marcus walked toward the locker rooms. All the Gryffindors were heading back toward the school. All of them except one.

The Weasleys saw him and walked over. "He just got out of the shower," George informed him.

Fred put a hand on the Slytherin's shoulder. "Good luck."

Marcus took a deep breath and walked over to the locker room door and attempted to open it. It was locked, so he knocked softly.

Oliver opened the door in black pants, shirt in hand, and his hair still dripping with water. He saw the older boy standing there and sighed, attempting to close the door.

Marcus reached out and stopped the door from shutting. "You have to trust me, Oliver. I don't normally try this hard…and I am terrified right now."

Oliver looked up into the Slytherin's loving eyes and saw nothing but truth. He reached up and pulled the older boy into a lip-bruising kiss, pulling him into the locker room.