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Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me except what I'm trying to call the plot.
A/N: I'm still new at this, so be gentle. PLEASE R&R!! I could use any advice.
Where could this possibly take us?
CHAPTER 1
'Looks like more top marks in potions' thought Marcus, pulling his robes on in preparation to exit Snape's chamber. 'If only my other courses were so easy to pass. He didn't even know how it had started, but suddenly during his fifth year Marcus was so far ahead of the other students in the class and had the highest marks. And didn't Professor Snape turn his head every time Marcus was late or didn't show up. Yes, fucking the potions master certainly did have its advantages. "See ya tomorrow Professor." Marcus said as he shut the door.
"FUCK!" exclaimed Marcus as he rounded the corner and ran into something.
"OW!" Oliver yelped falling backwards and hitting the floor hard . "Watch it Wood." Flint growled from above him.
"Marcus, what are you doing...? Walking around in the dark I mean," said Oliver staring up at Marcus obviously shocked.
"That, Wood is none of your concern," Marcus snapped, "What's this?" he asked picking up a red notebook Wood had dropped.
"Give me that!" Oliver demanded beginning to get off the floor only to be held down by Flint's boot planted squarely on his chest. It didn't hurt too much, it wasn't intended to, just to keep him down.
"Ah, stupid muggle paper." Marcus casually stated tossing the notebook down the corridor. Oliver made another move to get free and Marcus applied a bit more pressure to make it hurt and Oliver stopped moving. "Now," Marcus began, crouching down without removing his foot from Wood's chest, "What are you doing walking about at this time, it's not safe." Flint grinned his famous 'I'm Marcus fucking Flint' grin revealing his no longer crooked teeth, a grin most people saw before he knocked them out or after a victory for Slytherin The latter was not so common these days.
"Working on Quidditch plays. not that it's any of your business Flint, now let me up befo-"
"Before what? Wood what the hell do you think your gonna do?" Flint now had two fistfuls of Oliver's robes. Oliver didn't say anything. He and Flint had argued many times but Marcus never had the chance to physically harm him before. "That's better Wood, just keep your mouth shut and learn your place. This is your warning." Oliver cringed awaiting the hit, but it didn't come. Marcus didn't do it, something happened, but he just couldn't hit Wood, not tonight.
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me except what I'm trying to call the plot.
A/N: I'm still new at this, so be gentle. PLEASE R&R!! I could use any advice.
Where could this possibly take us?
CHAPTER 1
'Looks like more top marks in potions' thought Marcus, pulling his robes on in preparation to exit Snape's chamber. 'If only my other courses were so easy to pass. He didn't even know how it had started, but suddenly during his fifth year Marcus was so far ahead of the other students in the class and had the highest marks. And didn't Professor Snape turn his head every time Marcus was late or didn't show up. Yes, fucking the potions master certainly did have its advantages. "See ya tomorrow Professor." Marcus said as he shut the door.
"FUCK!" exclaimed Marcus as he rounded the corner and ran into something.
"OW!" Oliver yelped falling backwards and hitting the floor hard . "Watch it Wood." Flint growled from above him.
"Marcus, what are you doing...? Walking around in the dark I mean," said Oliver staring up at Marcus obviously shocked.
"That, Wood is none of your concern," Marcus snapped, "What's this?" he asked picking up a red notebook Wood had dropped.
"Give me that!" Oliver demanded beginning to get off the floor only to be held down by Flint's boot planted squarely on his chest. It didn't hurt too much, it wasn't intended to, just to keep him down.
"Ah, stupid muggle paper." Marcus casually stated tossing the notebook down the corridor. Oliver made another move to get free and Marcus applied a bit more pressure to make it hurt and Oliver stopped moving. "Now," Marcus began, crouching down without removing his foot from Wood's chest, "What are you doing walking about at this time, it's not safe." Flint grinned his famous 'I'm Marcus fucking Flint' grin revealing his no longer crooked teeth, a grin most people saw before he knocked them out or after a victory for Slytherin The latter was not so common these days.
"Working on Quidditch plays. not that it's any of your business Flint, now let me up befo-"
"Before what? Wood what the hell do you think your gonna do?" Flint now had two fistfuls of Oliver's robes. Oliver didn't say anything. He and Flint had argued many times but Marcus never had the chance to physically harm him before. "That's better Wood, just keep your mouth shut and learn your place. This is your warning." Oliver cringed awaiting the hit, but it didn't come. Marcus didn't do it, something happened, but he just couldn't hit Wood, not tonight.
