A/N: For the Slash/Femmslash BC (speechless).
I.
You keep that bloody 'L' word safe in your throat, refusing to let it free.
He is a Gryffindor. He is your rival.
Maybe you do things you should only do with people you love, but lust is just as powerful, isn't it, Marcus? Lust is as good an excuse as any.
II.
"I think I love you," Oliver says.
You've dreamt of this day. You've always imagined you would have something eloquent and beautiful to say. Words would roll off your tongue, words that would mean something.
But now, all words have left you. You remain silent, refusing to leave yourself open in vulnerable to him.
You pin him against the wall roughly, kissing little bruises over his eager flesh because this is the only way you know to express your love.