A/N: Hey y'all! Have some angst.
Word Count: 300
Enjoy!
Oliver's heartbeat thudded in his ears, his blood hot in his veins as he kissed Marcus.
He wasn't supposed to be doing this. They were rivals on the Quidditch Pitch and off, but something kept pulling Oliver back into these abandoned corridors. Marcus ran a rough hand through Oliver's hair, and the feel of the calluses were so different than what Oliver's previous lovers' hands had felt like…
"You're thinking too much," Marcus murmured against Oliver's lips.
"Shut up," Oliver managed to ground out, and he tightened his grip on the back of Marcus' neck. Eventually, the two pulled away from each other, panting heavily and staring at each ther with hooded eyes.
Yes; Marcus was fire. But Oliver couldn't take the heat.
Nevertheless, he let Marcus kiss him again.
He started dating Percy Weasley a week later. Percy was the opposite of Marcus—his red hair was in stark contrast to Marcus' dark locks, and his hands had ink stains instead of calluses. But he was smart and had a wicked tongue, which Oliver admired greatly.
Percy was a pretty perfect boyfriend, all things considered. He was stubborn as hell, confident in himself, and cared deeply about his friends and family, even if he had a hard time expressing it sometimes. So Oliver should be happy.
But then Marcus would send him knowing looks from across the Great Hall, and Oliver knew that the person he was supposed to be with wasn't the person he really wanted.
But he just grabbed Percy's hand and squeezed it tightly.
Sometimes Percy would give him a small smile as he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, his blue eyes sad, and Oliver knew that he knew. Percy deserved his love, not this half-hearted affection.
But Oliver stayed with him anyway.