Author's note: My first slash fic, be gentle. Don't manhandle it, you might break it. Plus, first chapters always suck (unless you're a bomb ass writer) Please Read and Review or I'll call out my flying monkeys on you! MUAHAHAHAHAHA
Thank you: I'd like to thank Property of Marcus Flint for giving me ideas for this. You rock, I'm giving you half of the credit for this.
Chapter One
It was seventh year. . . again for Marcus Flint. Now he was stuck with all of the stupid bitch ass 6th years from last year.
Worse yet, now he had Child Development. Taught by a short and stout little woman with watery eyes and a trace of a mustache. She had curly blonde hair Marcus could swear wasn't real.
Like a pig in a wig. Marcus thought to himself with a smirk.
"Welcome back to Hogwarts, seventh years. My name is Professor Malischewski. That's pronounced Mali-ches-key." She stopped to write it on the board in loopy cursive. "This is Child Developement. There shall be no horseplay or joking around in this class. . . and disobedience will not be tolerated and will result in a deduction of house points," she finished. The class looked back at her with bored stares. Clearing her throat she continued.
"The first assignment you will have for this class, is going to one of the most fun." With great difficulty, the small woman set a large crate on her desk. "The class will be split up into pairs. . . one boy, and one girl. For one month, the pairs have to carry an egg," Professor Malischewski paused to open the crate and pull out one egg. "as if it were your own child. This determines 30 of your first semester grade, so you better take it seriously. At the end of the year, we will do this little 'project' again, to see how you improved. Now, let's split you up into pairs." Professor Malischewski waved her wand and the names of everyone in the class appeared on the board. On one side, the girls' names were lined up in alphabetical order by their last name, while on the other side, the boys' names were lined up in alphabetical order by their first name.
"The person's name across from yours is your partner." Professor Malischewski called out over the students, who were busy muttering about their partners. There were two boys at the bottom of the list that didn't have partners.
"Marcus Flint and Oliver Wood," Professor Malischewski called out. Marcus looked away from the blonde Slytherin girl he was flirting with and up at the teacher. Then he looked over at Oliver and twisted his face into a frown of disgust. Oliver's face mirrored the same look.
"Were a little shorthand on girls in this class, so you two will just have to be partners," Professor Malischewski shrugged, handing Marcus the egg. Professor Malischewski cleared her throat to quiet the class.
"Tonight for homework, I suggest you and your partner get to know each other better, because you partner will be your partner for the rest of the year," Professor Malischewski told the class. "You will spend the rest of this class copying down the requirements for this project. If you finish early, I would like you to move to sit with your partner and think of a name for you 'child'. I expect each pair to have a name by our next class." The stout woman cleared her throat again before waving her wand, causing the project requirements and grading rubric to appear on the board. While the rest of the class copied everything down quickly, eager to sit with their partners, who were the opposite sex, Marcus and Oliver copied very slowly, giving the other evil glares from across the room, daring the other to even attempt to sit near them.
"Be sure to bring your egg to class every day!" The short woman called out over the chatting students. As Marcus walked out of the door, Oliver cornered him.
"Just give me the egg so we won't fail," Oliver muttered, holding out his hand. Marcus smirked and held out the egg, dropping it before Oliver could grab it. It fell down and broke into pieces and the yolk splattered all over the floor.
"Opps, clumsy me," Marcus sneered, walking away, leaving Oliver to deal with the mess.
