Author's Note: Okay, because of my one loyal reviewer (I didn't expect to get any reviews, so I was bouncing off the walls when I got one) I'll post chapter 2, which is pretty boring. Also, chapter 4 was the rated R chapter, but I need to know if you want this story to be PG-13 or R? It's up to you, I won't post something you don't want to read.

Chapter two

"Why didn't I hit him?" Marcus asked himself, pacing in the empty Slytherin common room. "I've hit people was bigger than him, so why didn't I hit *him*? Marcus ruffled his hair. "Holy shit, I'm talking to myself," Marcus stated, plopping into a black leather armchair.

%Why didn't he hit me?% Oliver thought, lying in his bed in the prefects dorm. He heard Percy shift in his sleep in the bed next to him. Oliver sat up and stared at the scarlet curtains that surrounded his bed. Him and Marcus had always been rivals. He was sure that Marcus would take any chance he got to hurt Oliver, so why did he just walk away? It grinded Oliver's nerve when he didn't know the answer, Frustrated, Oliver just considered himself lucky that Marcus didn't hit him and fell into a restless sleep.

*****

The next day at breakfast, Oliver kept on giving Marcus funny looks, wondering when Marcus was going to give him the ass-kicking he had promised.

%Why is he looking at me like that?% Marcus thought, eating a hash brown. He pretended not to notice Oliver until he stood up and left the Great Hall. Curious and confused, Marcus followed him out and cornered him in the hallway.

"You have some sort of eye problem?" Marcus half shouted.

"Why didn't you hit me?" Oliver blurted out, ignoring Marcus' question. Marcus looked taken aback with Oliver's suddenness.

"I didn't feel like it," Marcus answered suddenly. Oliver smirked.

"Too scared?" Oliver raised an eyebrow.

"I'm not scared," Marcus said through gritted teeth.

"Prove it," Oliver knew he was pushing his luck. If Marcus really did 'Prove it' Oliver couldn't be sure if he would end up in the Hospital Wing or not. Marcus didn't even make a fist. He just stood there. Oliver was about to breathe out a sigh or relief before Marcus hit the wall centimeters away from Oliver's head. Oliver twitched, startled.

"Obviously, I'm not the one who's scared," Marcus sneered before walking off to his first class.

Ending Notes: Yes, this one is short too, but I tried to make it longer. It is longer, right? Later on, I'll make the chapters longer, but I didn't want to tell too much of the story at once.