Warning: Yep. This is still slash.well sort of. Anyway it will be.

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A/N: Sorry this took so long and that it is so short. That is the main
reason it took so long is that I got stuck at the end, but now I have
decided that it is a good place to end the chapter. Thank you all for
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CHAPTER 3

"Strike two, Wood, you should really watch where you're going Oliver!" Flint began casually, but spat Oliver's name at him like venom.

"You ran into me, Flint!" protested Oliver indignantly.

"Tsk, tsk. Now must we result to telling lies, Wood, I thought you Gryffindorks were above such things," Marcus said mockingly, for some reason amused and sort of happy.

"WHAT?!" said Oliver pulling himself off the ground and dusting off his robes. He had just opened his mouth to retaliate when Flint cut him off.

"Did I tell you to get up?" Marcus sounded completely serious, and when Oliver only looked at him, he said again, "WOOD, Did I tell you to get up?" this time with a slightly sadistic tone over top of the serious one.

"I don't think I need your permission and frankly."

"That's not what I asked," Marcus cut him off, "Nor do I give a rat's ASS what you think."

Oliver only muttered something to himself that sounded something like 'arrogant fucking prat.'

"What?" Flint cupped his hand to his ear, "Now, Oliver." but he didn't finish for when he looked down to glance at Wood, he only saw his back departing for the castle. He immediately descended and letting his broom drop to the ground, he strode swiftly after Oliver. When he was close enough he grabbed Wood by the shoulder and fiercely spun him around and then pushed him backward with both hands.

Wood dropped his broom, but kept his footing.

"WHAT FLINT!?!?!!" Oliver shouted. He went to grab his broom, but Flint beat him to it.

"Nice piece of equipment you've got yourself here, Wood" Flint said in a mostly civil tone.

"Yeah it's a custom design of the Nimbus 2000 I had specially crafted to."

"Of course, it's nothing to the 2001" Flint said smugly.

"True, but when it comes down to it what matters most is the talent of the rider rather than th-"

"Do I detect jealousy Wood?"

"Of what?!" Oliver replied indignantly.

"Of all that is Marcus Flint," he felt as if he were in a dream, 'Wouldn't it be funner to start a physical. brawl, or at least one of tongues? .. Words that is.' He thought to himself. However, his brain didn't seem to get the picture, because he was enjoying the company, Wood's company. "Am not," He accidentally thought aloud.

"What?" Oliver was confused, not only by Marcus's strange comment, but by the whole situation.

"Nothing," Flint mumbled, continuing to go against his instincts by not ending the conversation.

"So your favorite team is Puddlemere United, huh?" Marcus asked.

"Yeah, and the Arrows." Oliver replied, asking himself why he was having a conversation with Marcus Bastard Flint in the middle of the night, "You're a Falcons fan I'm sure."

"As a matter of fact I am"

"They play your type of game"

"Oh you mean the type where I win"

"Not always"

"We'll see," Marcus said nonchalantly; he was enjoying talking about his favorite topic with someone whose level of interest matched his own. When the boys stopped talking, however, the uncomfortable feelings returned. After a few awkward moments, Flint broke the silence.

"You never answered my question, Wood," the spite returning lightly to his voice.

"What question?" Oliver asked guardedly, clearly confused again.

"About your jealousy," Flint replied casually, "Not that it's anything to be ashamed of; I mean not everyone has." Marcus trailed off; Wood had grabbed his broom and was now retreating to the castle. Marcus was after him in half a second. This time he grabbed Oliver by the hair from behind and yanked him towards him. Oliver was nearly knocked off his feet, but instead landed against Flint's quidditch perfected chest. Marcus wrapped Oliver tightly in his arms and pressed his lips to Wood's right ear. "Nobody walks away from me Oliver, it's not a smart thing to do," he whispered. Wood fought to free himself for a second, but then just froze, as Flint's snug embrace became a suffocating death hold.

"That's right, give up; you can't win with me Wood." Marcus said into Oliver's ear once he stopped fighting.

"That's not always the case, Flint." Wood grunted uncomfortably.

"Yes, it is." Marcus said pressing even closer to Oliver's ear and biting it at the end. He didn't even know why, it just seemed like the proper thing to do at the moment.

Shocked, Wood inhaled sharply.

"Did you just bite me?"

"No!" Marcus pushed him away quickly, "Get out of here Wood!"

Oliver was completely confused, but dared to push Flint further, "I think you did, Flint, I think you bit my ear, and you know what else I."

Flint grabbed Oliver by the front of his robes and pulled him close, Wood looked into Flints stone grey eyes, and was lost for words for the first time in his life.

"WHAT were you saying Wood? I'm quite intrigued."

Oliver swallowed, "I'm surprised you know that word Flint."

"Out with it!" Flint pulled Oliver closer still.

"I was going to say that I think you enjoyed it."

"You wish," Flint said casually.

Wood didn't say a word and for one awkward moment, the two just stood looking into each other's eyes, until without warning, Flint captured Wood in a deep angry kiss.