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

Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me except what I'm trying to call the plot.

Notes: Ok thank you to all the people who know they deserve it,
special thanx to Jess for helping me to get over my block and actually
writing a few
lines of the story. Also, I really do apologize for the fact that this
is so short, and took so long to get here. And last but not least, thank
you to
everyone who is still reading this after so long.

CHAPTER 4

'What the fuck is the matter with me?' Marcus questioned himself
within his mind, as he got into the shower. Marcus knew he liked boys,
but no matter how hot the world thought Oliver Wood might be, he detested
the Gryffindor. "What the FUCK is the matter with me?" He repeated aloud,
upon entering the shower. 'Ok,' He thought to himself, 'What happened
tonight? I ate dinner, I fucked Snape, I couldn't hit Oliver...No Wood;
his name is Wood! Ok, anyway I kissed Wood, he didn't pull away, he
didn't kiss back...or did he, maybe a little, I let him go, threatened
him that if he didn't leave I would kick his ass, his nice ass...NO!!!'
"FUCK!!! Why am I so fucked up?" He finished aloud, as he began to bang
his head against the wall. "WHY...am I...." Marcus sighed. "Come on
Flint...you know the answer to that question." He ran his fingers through
his hair, and let the water soothe his thoughts. "You know the answer to
that question, because..." He reminded himself. "You know the answer to
everything."

Marcus tried to think about anything else. Tried to think about
quidditch, but that reminded him of Wood. Then, he tried to think about
his studies, but for some reason, THAT reminded him of Wood. He finally
gave up however, when trying to think about Snape even reminded him of
the sexy, no stupid Gryffindork. 'You know...' Marcus thought to
himself. 'Things would be a lot easier if Wood just didn't exist.' Marcus
smirked slightly. 'I could arrange that.' He decided that it might make
him feel particularly good to beat up Wood, or maybe hex him. Upon
further thoughts of planning exactly what he would do to Oliver, Marcus
decided that he had better just go to bed.

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Oliver walked up to the Gryffindor common room extremely confused,
slightly disgusted, and more than a little frustrated by how things had
turned out. "What the hell is the matter with him?" He asked the empty
corridor; he received no answer. 'Maybe I should be wondering what's
wrong with me.' The keeper thought to himself. Oliver had never liked
anyone before, not any girls, not any guys. He had never thought about
anything other than Quidditch and classes. Of course, he had thought
about other things in his life, but never this intently. The keeper had
never fantasized about kissing a girl, or feeling her breast. Now
however, he could not get the thought of kissing Marcus Flint out of his
mind. When he went to go to bed, he discovered that he had the business
of his erection to deal with first. As he thought of all the wonderful
things that he and his enemy could be, he came harder than he ever had
before. That night, after Oliver finally cleaned up and fell asleep, the
keeper dreamed such wonderful dreams of kissing and dreams of having
someone to care about and someone to care about him.

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Marcus sat quietly next to Terence at the Slytherin table; he hardly touched his breakfast. He could see the Gryffindor table from where he sat, and he could not stop himself from looking at Wood every couple of seconds, not for lack of trying though. The Gryffindor hadn't caught him looking yet, so Marcus figured not all was yet lost. He forced himself to focus on his oatmeal for a bit, as he swirled his spoon through it.

"Late night studying, Flint?" Terence asked him with a confident smirk that was soon to be knocked off his face, "Snape get you all caught up with potions?"

"Shove it, Higgs." Marcus said and looked back across the hall to the Gryffindor table; he was caught a bit off guard however, when he found himself looking right into Oliver Wood's eyes. He refused to look away, though because Oliver had been looking at him. He instead arched an eyebrow, and favored him with an intimidating sneer.

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Oliver sat with his breakfast in front of him, taking bites of egg occasionally. He could not help looking across the hall to steal glances at the Slytherin team's lead Chaser. He must have gotten carried away however, because he didn't even blink when Fred hit him in the face with a bit of hash browns.

"I think he's trying to hex the Slytherins." George told his brother. "Hey Oliver, you have to say the words out loud for the hex to work." Fred added.

Oliver paid them no heed, just continued to gaze into the eyes of Marcus Flint. Wait. *Into* the eyes? Flint was looking back at him. Wood's face suddenly began to turn a shade of red that rivaled the Weasley's hair.

"I gotta go." Oliver stood and gathered his things as quickly as possible; he nearly tripped over his own feet as he fled the Great Hall.

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Marcus smirked and then resumed his breakfast as if nothing was out of the ordinary. "Did we have a test in herbology today Higgs?" He said, acknowledging his friend. Marcus had decided not to think about the boy he had kissed on the Quidditch pitch the night before, he was not going to let that stupid keeper steal anymore of his thoughts, he was not going to be troubled over liking the honey eyed boy. Whether or not his plan would work was something else entirely.