The next day Flint moved swiftly through the corriders, a pair of eyes following his every smirking and otherwise movements. Even with extendable ear and other magical ways of evasdropping Flint had revealed not a single word about Oliver. If it were a prank on Oliver's heart Flint was sure to tell someone about it. A good laugh, Charlie supposed.

But as the days and weeks moved ever so slowly creeping toward summer, he was slowly starting to believe that Flint may share, truely Oliver's feeling completely and honestly. This was still unerving, because even if Flint shared these feelings toward Oliver, it made charlie more thne a little bit jealous even though he was showing Oliver that there were people that may take it a step forward instead of one-night stands.

Charlie was however not in the habit or not coming through on his after reporting his now differed opinion on Flint's motives, disgusted by this concept he may be and his casual dislike for the Slytherin Quidditch player as seen on multiple occasions did not change the facts amount what he had to believe was the truth.

Oliver was so happy by this that he couldn't keep himself from boning Flint in the nearest avalible broom cuboard for a rough and quick wank after Charms, making their appearence in potions almost too obvious of what they had both been doing on their break time. After potions, infact after each class Oliver would grab Marcus by the hand, find a quiet place and with trousers down increase noise level by five.

For Charlie it became old fast. After three days of only seeing Oliver only during class and quidditch practice all Charlie wanted to do was find a way to castrate Marcus without getting in trouble. However this lead mostly to sketches on parchment of Charlie hitting Marcus between the legs with a bludger's bat and of course multiple day-dreams a day of all various ways of hurting... no destroying Flint.

"Charlie? Charlie?" He was day-dreaming again and someone was trying to get his attention. A Slytherin, Charlie's least favorite Slytherin was standing in front of him. Charlie raised an eyebrow.

"What is it Flint?" He growled as he packed his things. Marcus looked a bit down and Charlie couldn't help gbut feel happy about that. Flint sighed,

"I know you don't like me..." Charlie chuckled, "...but I really need your help." Charlie sighed too as he left, Marcus following behind.

"Help with what?" Charlie asked, Marcus looked down as he walked,

"I was hoping you could help me possibly, maybe pick out a Christmas present for Oliver." Charlie tripped on nothing in his surprise.

"Say that again?" Marcus sighed and blushed deeply.

"Nevermind forget I asked." Markus walked off, Charlie sighed and went after him.