Lost in your gaze

iv

"one sheep, two sheep, three sheep, four sheep, five sh..." Marcus sighed, staring at his blank ceiling. He was unable to sleep all he had on his mind was Gryffindor's Quidditch keeper, Oliver Wood. It was consuming his mind. He managed to slowly fall asleep until he saw Oliver Wood standing beside his bed. He arose his bed rapidly, shocked, but when he looked around, there was nothing there. Marcus let out a desperate sigh. What has become of him? 

He stood up from his bed and put on his slippers, walking out of the Slytherin common room.  He made his way through the dark hallways of Hogwarts, finally reaching his destination of the Quidditch pitch. Once again, Marcus saw the same figure he had seen before, now knowing it was Oliver Wood. He approached Oliver, making Oliver come down to him. 

"Mind if I join you?" Marcus spoke first, getting himself ready. 

"Sure" Oliver shrugged, flying back up. Marcus flied up and their little match began. 

The two boys took deep breaths as they landed back on the ground. "Good game, Flint" Oliver sent him a small smile. 

"I would say so myself but as the loser, I think you owe me something, Wood" Marcus teased Oliver, making the latter a bit flustered. 

"What is it?" Oliver murmured, a bit pissed by his obvious losing. "Hmm, go to Hogsmeade with me this weekend" Marcus patted Oliver on the back, very slightly rubbing his shoulder. 

"Alright, I will but its your treat" Oliver responded. "I'm afraid not, you are the loser after all" Marcus fought back. They sat on the field tiredly. 

"Do you ever wonder if you'll stop playing Quidditch?" Marcus turned to Oliver, giving him his full attention. 

"No," Oliver started "I kind of figured I would play for as long as I could, professionally of course" Marcus nodded, he too, saw himself playing Quidditch but it wouldn't be his career even if he wanted it to be, at some point he had to stop playing and that day was coming sooner than he anticipated. 

"Of course you would, I don't know why I even bothered to ask" Marcus chuckled softly. 

"What about you?" Now Oliver turned his full attention to Marcus, which Marcus felt a bit embarrassed about, he would not show it of course though. 

"Well, I won't be playing Quidditch forever, especially not as a job" 

"Why not?! I mean you're a pretty darn good player, Flint" Marcus blushed at the compliment, thankfully it was dark out, he shrugged. 

"You're not too bad yourself but you know, my parents expect a lot from me and me being a Quidditch player is fine as a hobby for them but nothing more" He confessed, looking into the sky. 

"Why don't you do as you please? It's your life you know.. you can't have them control you" Marcus sighed as he heard those words, it was nice of Oliver but he didn't seem to understand the kind of pressure he was under, the consequences his disobedience would bring.

"It's  not that easy" It never was and it never will be, he thought. What came out of Oliver's mouth was something he had never expected, not even in his wildest dreams. 

"Let's run away together, that way you can play Quidditch" Marcus smiled at Oliver, he wished he could and he wanted to but it was seemingly impossible.