Charlie was depressed, a smirk on Flint's face was always unsettling and it didn't help that Charlie knew what it was about. Charlie had really been hoping that Oliver would rejected the Slytherin, but the noticable blush across the bridge of the young Keeper's nose told him that this wasn't the case. At one point Flint looked back at Charlie who was walking behind him and leaned into his new lover's ear and nibbling it a little. Oliver whimpered and Charlie looked away. The jerk enjoyed torturing him, and he knew why. Marcus was a Slytherin, Charlie knew that Flint was only having sex with Oliver just to win some stupid bet with te other Slytherins. But Charlie had been blackmailed into not telling Oliver this. Flint and threatened to come after Ginny if Charlie said anything and even though Ginny was protected at the Burrow, Flint would find a way. Flint hung back slightly to tak to Charlie who just glared at him. "What's with the gloomy face Weasle bee? Are you sad that you are in second place?" Charlie wanted to hit him,
"If you're not careful Flint I'm gonna smack that smirk right off your face." Flint didn't even blink at the threat.
"Oh you know you can't." Charlie smiled this time,
"Our deal was me not telling Oliver about your little game, nothing about me not gaining the upper hand by him asking questions and you having to explain yourself when my fist meets your face." Flint raised an eyebrow.
"No it is. In no way can you be involved with telling Wood what's going on." Charlie frowned.
"So only you are aloud to tell him?" Flint smirked,
"I'm not going to. He's gonna be my play thing for the rest of the year and maybe longer." Flint caught up with Oliver and slipped a hand into Oliver's making him blush again.
That night Charlie took Oliver aside and plucked up the courage to tell Oliver about what Flint was doing, but instead of the horrifed reaction he thought he would recieve, Oliver slapped him across the face and glared at him.
"You're just jealous." He growled, "How dare you. I finally am happy and here you are trying to ruin it. You're just jealous that Flint won me and not you." Charlie was holding his cheek and staring at Oliver in shock.
"You hit me." He said stunned, Charlie felt for the first time in his life that he might cry. How did this happen? Oliver was still glaring at him.
"It won't be the last if you keep this up." Charlie was gaping now.
"You trust that punk ass Slytherin over me?" Oliver just glared at him. Charlie crossed his arms and sighed, "Fine if you think you can trust him over me good luck to ya." He went over and lay on the couch. After a few moments of thinking this through, Oliver sighed and sat on the ground next to the couch.
"I want to trust him." He said, "But like you said he's a punk ass Slytherin." Oliver sighed, "I like him for real though, I always have... Quidditch just put that emotion on hold for a while I guess." Charlie nodded, he understood, he just didn't like it. "I want to make sure that he's not just messing with your head before I go off accusing him." Charlie sighed, that was something Flint would do.
"Yeah, yeah alright." Oliver smiled.
"Thank you Charlie boy." He kissed Charlie's cheek, "We'll start spyin' in the morning." He said winking and went up to bed.