Marcus Flint never liked girls, they were bitching, screeching, and the headaches became unbearable.
Marcus Flint moved on to guys, a lot were too much sissy and girl-like, he almost decided to quit, he tried, and problem is-Marcus Flint felt lonely.
He tried Quidditche players, they weren't girly or weak, he thought.
Ravenclaws would nag him about studies, Hufflepuffs would be too nice and all lovely, or would be afraid of him, and Gryffindors, he shuddered; even he can't even think of something so low and disgusting.
So, Marcus flint tried Slytherins, the best choice, of course.
Slytherins were better-no, the best…some.
He would try, but probably get hurt, too, Slytherins were Slytherins, and Marcus Flint wasn't the toughest guy in school.
Eventually, Marcus found the, for lack of other word, perfect guy for him; Slytherin, Quidditche player, tough yet not too tough, quit good looking and accepted Marcus and his acts without questions.
Yes, Marcus had found someone good enough for him; and he was very fine with Adrian Pucey.
