"Would you look at that, that's fascinating! They are drinking butterbeer together!" Marcus peered into the window of the Three Broomsticks. He was slightly hyper.
Oliver was looking around gingerly, he knew this will probably be payback time for his impulses however the fact that their teams weren't killing each other seemed somewhat calming,they were more important than the student mass' that pointed fingers and snickered on the streets,obviously no one dared touch the Quidditch Captains but words buzzed around,irking them. He looked in the window teammates were indeed merely chatting not glaring or spitting or anything else that was ordinary. He analysed the room top to bottom then caught Freds eye. Fred winked at him,seemingly excused himself from the table and ran to the exit.
"Hey guys! You stirred the school better than me and George ever have, and I congratulate you on that,you will be remembered for many years from now. However, you're not drunk are you?" he laughed,carefully checking over his shoulder for none of the troubled Quidditch players to see him through the glass.
"Wood must be,he's muddling with the dark side." Marcus snickered,cockily looking down on the two Gryffindors.
"Unfortunatly,I am not in any way drunk." Oliver stated "It would be easier to explain if I was."
"Overexhausted?" Marcus suggested helpfully."Insomnia is a bitch one time after Adrians birthday party I was so ti-"
"It's alright,Captain, they all accepted you and all. They can't change your choices,you see,so we shall let you be." Fred said in a business voice ignoring the Slytherins input.
"Сharming." Marcus scoffed,Oliver hugged his shoulders, averting his eyes from Fred but driven by a wish to show off his involvement with Gryffindors nemesis.
"Should we go in?" Oliver asked softly,he felt like he alone was right in the world,he yearned for his teammates to dispute his choice,to yell and weep but he'd stay headstrong and rise as a martyr of love,just a little daydream.
"And say what?Please can we save being with both teams 'till much later?" Marcus frowned,he was more of a realist and though he wasn't telepathic and had no clue what Oliver was thinking he didn't feel the need to display anything like Oliver was striving to do.
"As you wish. Fred, you may pretend you've never seen us. Bye." Oliver commanded good-naturedly. Fred saluted and went back in. They
started walking down the damp street. Autumn air made the houses lit a cigarette.
"Wait, Marcus does that mean we're taking it seriously?" Oliver asked very shyly,looking up at the taller boy,he remembered that Marcus was after all a Slytherin.
"Yeah. Well, I am. Wanted it for a while to be honest." Marcus smiled, his crooked teeth weren't that repulsive at flicked away the cigarette stub then ran his fingers over Olivers jaw-line and kissed him gently, slipping his tongue in only a little. They were now under the shade of a large abandoned house at the corner of the main street of Hogsmead. Marcus broke away and smiled, still caressing Olivers face,the Gryffindor blinked,surprised by that much affection.
"Wow, how long is a while?" Oliver blushed. Lads also have some image of special,picture perfect relationship and the idea of a long term infatuation from the cold blooded,arrogant Slytherin was immensely flattering.
"Let me think, probably since last night." Marcus confessed laughingly interlacing his fingers with Chaser saw no wrong in his answer but Oliver was taken aback,long term infatuation?Not a chance.
"What more to expect from a Slytherin,I guess." Oliver sighed, his inner perfectionist offended, he led Marcus along the backstreets back towards the Quidditch pitch where they wanted to train in got them together and they must honour it, besides Marcus Flint is a man of his word and needed to teach Oliver to chase.
"Oi! Oliver, are you doubting my genuinity or Slytherins romantic qualities?" Marcus stopped abruptly and crossed his arms snatching his hand away from Oliver. He wasn't serious but Oliver didn't understand that and sighed before pouring his heart out.
"Marcus, I don't doubt you.I must confess this is my first relationship and I have heard so much of the joy it's supposed to bring. But Slytherins are said to have no feelings for anyone except themselves so I was kind of looking for signs of that in you to see if you are actually taking it seriously and not as a random rush of bi-curiosity mixed with a good dose of opposites attract phenomenon."Oliver finished his tirade sadly.
"Oli," Marcus took the Gryffindors hands "you think too fucking much. Okay, so you're nervous about the whole first time thing and you don't want me unconditionally just because I'm brilliant, you want it mutual and it is, we just have different ways of expressing it,however, you should learn to relax even if we're rushing into it, we're having fun,eh?" Marcus chuckled.
"Well yeah. But if this ends up really shitty, I'll feel stupid. And the team won't let me forget it. They'd say that I should have known Flint and his cheating, dirty play." Oliver was feeling a little regretful. Maybe he made Marcus so perfect only in his head and now the dialogue didn't go according to plan.
"Um, too fucking late for that. Either stay with me and we'll do fun crazy shit together or leave and feel stupid and alone and you'll probably just be stuck with wanking in the shower screaming my name forevermore." Marcus sneered,he was bewildered by this unforseen obstacle but bluntly looked down at the brunet Scot,his black hair framing his face in thin strands.
"Ow, that's mean,Marcus. See, I don't think you can assess with the due seriousness of what I did and why I did it, and how if you don't mean it, it's pointless to me. I think I even regret dragging us into this." Oliver turned away trying to conceal an anger-imposed blush.
"Oli, come on! Look at me,sunshine!" Marcus wrapped his arms around Olivers shoulders. Oliver tried to shake him off weakly.
"Oliver, you're seriously angry at me, aren't you?" Marcus whispered into the younger boys ear wincingly.
"Genius, Flint." Oliver snapped. He was capable of getting away from Marcus but he needed to see how the Slytherin reacts.
"Merlins beard, already?!" Marcus exclaimed. He found it awfully funny but hid that well. Oliver stood silently,his face darkened by gloom.
"Oli, look, I'm really sorry." Marcus whispered. He wasn't too sure what he was apologising for but he had to get out of the tense situation. Marcus moved his hands down from Olivers shoulders to his waist and gently kissed the base of the Gryffindors neck.
"Marcus, you don't love me so don't be so evil as to tease me,you need to back your shit up with more than good looks and kisses. So I think we... we shouldn't do this." Oliver stuttered and slipped out of Marcus' arms and started walking away.
"As you wish, pussy. Don't forget to let me know what excuse you make,Wood." Marcus shouted after him. Without a look back Oliver opened his bag and flashed a bottle of whiskey. Marcus smirked and slowly made his way back to the Three Broomsticks through the filthy back alley,planning how he will distort and present the facts now that his catch is gone.
"Oh Merlin, can you imagine this, Wood got so wasted that he decided to stick his tongue down my throat." Marcus huffed as he fell down into Adrians lap. The Gryffindors were still present and stared at him wideyed as if he was back from the dead.
"So, Oliver was drunk?" Angelina asked looking hopeful. The Gryffindors were just preparing to leave and were having good-bye drinks.
"Still is. Somewhere in the backstreets. Bloody hell, where does he get all this whiskey?I know he's a Scot and all but still." Marcus laughed,sliding off Adrians lap and settling down on the couch.
"Well, thank God, we almost thought that you were dating." Adrian smirked and ruffled Marcus' hair.
"Carefull, my helix is still sensitive." Marcus grimaced covering his right ear,piercings were a new obsession of the Captain,two pieces of metal pierced his right earlobe and a ring gripped the cartilage.
"Well, Flint, we apologise for Oliver. We'll go look for him, I guess. Thanks for the drinks,Adrian." Alicia smiled and the Gryffindors got up and pushed their way out of the stuffy pub.
"Well, was the company pleasurable?" Marcus asked, lighting a cigarette, seemingly oblivious to the death glares from the team.
"Marcus Flint! You had us worried sick, you bastard! Us and the Gryffies went through this giant fight with Davis defending your lousy ass!" Miles screamed shaking Marcus by the shoulders while Adrian placed between them shrunk back into the seat not wanting to fall under the wrath of the Keeper.
"Oi! It wasn't my fault Wood decided to molest me!" Marcus protested grabbing Miles' arms in an attempt to stop him,streams of smoke seeped out of the corners of his mouth as Miles Bletchleys red dread-locks whipped his face.
"Yeah, lay off,Miles." Peregrine broke in from Marcus' other side, "He might be scarred for life now! Nice to have you back, buddy." Peregrine grinned and pressed Marcus' head against his chest in a protective manner. Miles rolled his eyes, an especially effective face to make when shadows from the small pub lamps play around your face.
"It's over now,Miles, chill. So, how big of a scandal did Woods antic cause?" Marcus laughed,snuggled by Peregrine, arms across the younger boys chest he felt secure and confident not to mention comfortable.
"Pretty fucking huge. Everyone will be talking about it now so brace yourself,Marcus." Adrian replied taking a sip out of a small flask.
"Whats that?" Nyx asked Adrian, eyeing the flask. Her hope was restored and she needed to turn the Captains attention back to her and keep it there. Daphne who was rather bored in this company sat very quiet, only her sense of duty to Nyx kept her in place all evening.
"Fire-whyskie. Strong stuff." Adrian responded opening the flask and passing it to Nyx. She had a sip and grimaced.
"It's horrible." she finally let out. It was much too bitter for her innocent tastes, though she never admitted it: she couldn't smoke without a coughing fit and a thousand pieces of sucking candy to get the taste out and even the weakest alcohol she could only take in the smallest quantities, but then the grimaces followed.
"You're a third year,love, what do you know." Peregrine sneered. Nyx flipped the finger at him and turned away haughtily. As the evening went on most of the gentlemen had their share of the smuggled firewhyskie and had become drowsy and very mindlessly happy.
Around 9pm they had to start returning to the castle and the strongest most intimidating bartender had to escort them out. Nyx and Daphne were walking in front of the tipsy company.
"Where's my favourite Beater that isn't this sexy bitch?" Marcus slurred gesturing at Peregrine who was riding on Miles' back. Nyx turned around. Marcus ran to catch up with her.
"Hello,love." he smiled wonkily and wrapped his arm around her shoulders. Peregrine, awake enough to notice, wolf whistled.
"By Jove, Marcus, you've had too challenging of a day, you're going mental." she laughed gingerly, the darkness conveniently hid the blush of her alleged daughter. (Trivia:Nyx means night in old Greek.)
"No, I'm not,Nyxie. I'm just an incredibly lonely fellow, who can't talk to girls when sober." Marcus complained, looking down her shirt,she didn't notice the inappropriate to his tone smile and was thrown into ecstasy.
"Naw, Marcus, you're an incredibly sexy boy who just fails to notice the girls fawning over him." Nyx laughed, trembling with excitement and oblivious to where Marcus' eyes were concentrated. They were past the Hogwarts gates now.
"Care to introduce me to one?" Marcus asked coyly. He didn't care too much who he was chatting up and drunkenly overlooked her young age.
"Sure. Hi, I'm Nyx de Venette and I'm hopelessly in love with you,Marcus Flint." Nyx proclaimed bravely led to the point of no return by Marcus' flirting. Marcus smiled down at her, and took her hand.
"Pleasure to meet you,Nyx. Fancy being my girlfriend?" he winked. They were in the castle walking towards the Great Hall for registration. The torches on the walls bathed them in a warm orange light.
"I'd love too,Marcus." she grinned as wide as her mouth went.
"Great!" he chuckled and lifted her chin with his thumb and index finger and bent down for a long,intense kiss.
Meanwhile, Oliver and Fred were walking down the same corridor. Oliver was very melancholy, he wanted Flint and regretted leaving him just as much as he once regretted getting together. As hard as he tried he couldn't get intoxicated so he just sulked. Fred was the only person he told the real story. So Fred was devising plans of helping the two while Oliver chewed his lip to blood. At first they only saw rough outlines of Marcus' grey and black hoodie and what looked like a girl dressed in a knee length brown coat. As they came closer they witnessed the velocity of Marcus' partner changing. Sticking his tongue down another throat. The Slytherin beater Nyx had her hands on his chest and her short,wavy,dark brown hair fell back from the horizontal angle of her head. Oliver went scarlet and lowered his gaze. He pushed past the gawking Slytherin company and ran to the Hall. Before Adrian could stop him Fred came up behind Marcus.
"Flint, you're a filthy heartless little bastard." Fred hissed and bolted off to catch up with Oliver.
Marcus heard and broke away from Nyx,she was flustered and her eyes seemed twice the normal size.
"Who was that?" he asked,bewildered.
"One of the Weasley twins. Dunno which one. What did he say?" Adrian replied. He and the others were leaning against the wall, enjoying the scene.
"Didn't hear." Marcus muttered. He grabbed Nyxs hand and marched towards the Hall, the rest peeled themselves away from the wall and followed, very intrigued.
Helo,Acid speaking, I couldnt use the Internet for over 3 weeks so I have in my possesion action till chapter 7 but its all typed up on my IPod notes and getting that on the laptop is the hardest challenge I have ever come by,so I will spend multiple hours on editing,thats a promise. I must tell you it gets pretty tangled up. Followers:Thank you very very much, I love to see your ranks grow :) but special thanks to Tom Vorlost Riddle for the review-Im working very hard for you and I hope you enjoy this chapter and the epic chapters that will follow shortly!While i obviously adore followers,favourites people and reviewers, I respect you all other ghostly readers so since you got to reading this word vomit:I love you:)
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