Marcus was standing in front of me. Totally naked. I was lying on a magnificent four poster bed in an amazing room full of cushions and blankets, it had a gigantic window and outside of it, slightly lower than us as we were on the second floor of this building, was a large crowd of people, all watching us as if we were a television programme.

Marcus beckoned me over and we both stood in front of the window. It was then that I realised that I was naked too. I did not care though. Marcus smiled warmly, before getting to his knees. He gently put his hand around my dick which was erect, and licked it, making me jerk suddenly. He then slowly took all of me into his mouth, my end hitting the back of his throat. I groaned, already feeling close to my orgasm. The crowed outside didn't look remotely shocked or disgusted, in fact their faces hadn't changed at all.

Marcus sucked and licked. I could barely stay standing. I gripped his hair in my hands and he moved faster and with more urgency. It didn't take me long to come, and with such a violence I found my knees buckling beneath me so I was level with Marcus. He licked his lips and smiled at me.

I woke up with a jolt. I looked to my side. Katie was gone, she always left before the other boys awoke but I didn't see the point, they knew by now what we did at night. I rubbed my eyes and suddenly remembered my dream.

Fuck.

I'm gay.

I sat next to Katie the next morning in the great hall for breakfast; she kept squeezing my thigh under the table and giving me meaningful looks. I smiled at her, but my mind was more definitely on other things.

I couldn't eat anything, I felt sick but I knew I probably wouldn't be. I'd have to force it. I had done it before a lot, like when I felt nervous before a match. No one knew because I knew people would over-react about it. I mean Christ, Katie worried when I was quiet for a few minutes. She would freak out if she knew I made myself sick.

Shit. I hadn't said anything for a while, and considering the way Katie was looking at me probably meant I looked as sick as I felt.

I smiled at her, trying to forget all about it, to forget about everything. Until just at the wrong moment, Flint walked into the great hall with some first year kid who I think was called Blaise or something. My theory was confirmed, as Flint and he walked past the Gryffindor table, Marcus said very loudly and clearly.

"What's that Blaise! You didn't hear that Oliver Wood" (he put emphasis on my name) "let in 17 goals yesterday!"

The two boys laughed and sat at the Slytherin table.

Of course Blaise knew, the whole school knew, even those who missed the match would've been told by their friends only moments after it finished.

I could've gotten back, I could've shouted about how he came onto me in the changing rooms. But who would believe me?

Katie looked furious but I gave her a meaningful look so she knew not to retaliate. I stood up, I couldn't eat anything now. She looked at me worriedly but I squeezed her hand.

"I have some homework for first lesson." I lied. It was a stupid lie really; first lesson was in 10 minutes I couldn't do any work in that time. But she accepted it and smiled; I kissed her on the cheek and walked quickly out of the hall. Brushing past people like they weren't even there, I knocked into someone so hard that they nearly fell over but I didn't stop.

"Idiot!" they said, but I was gone before they could do anything about it.

I slammed into the door of the boys bathrooms pushing it open. It was empty luckily; I entered a cubical and got to my knees.

I sat there for a while, just trying to relax, I didn't want to throw up. That horrible burning feeling in your throat, the sickly taste that stayed all day no matter how much gum I chewed.

But I couldn't get him out of my mind, his dark eyes, and his muscular body, how his hands had touched me. The nervous sickly feeling returned to my stomach and I quickly brought my hand up and stuck two fingers down my throat. My stomach heaved until I eventually threw up. There was nothing in my stomach, it grumbled in protest. I removed my fingers and slowly stood up, using the toilet seat for support, as I became upright the small cubical looks as if it was spinning, I needed to grab hold of the walls for support until my head righted itself and I could leave.

There were some first years in the bathroom, I quickly washed my hands and left, hoping they hadn't heard me.

Authors note: Quite short I know sorry, it might be a while until chapter 3 as I have a lot of college work.