Just Another...Game?

I Want You

Edited: 14 July 2020

Y/n's POV:

"Did we win?" I ask, hazily. I know how much Oliver loves Quidditch, so I asked if the team won to see him get excited.

"Y/n I-yes, yes we did win. But Y/n, you scared me. I thought the worst. I really did. I honestly thought you were going to-if not already dead. I know I'm exaggerating but I was jumping to conclusions and-" Oliver was rambling. I yawn and grab his arm.

"I only asked about the team because I know how much you love Quidditch, so I wanted you to know I cared. I didn't expect a speech about how much you cared about me. I love you," I giggle. Oliver leans down to kiss my forehead, but I catch his head and pull it down to meet my lips. He smiles into the kiss, climbs into the side of the bed, and cuddles until the both of you fall asleep.

The next day, I was walking to class when I felt a hand tug at my robes. I see the Flint-Marcus creep grab my arm and drag me into an unused classroom.

"Listen. I'm sorry for what I did yesterday. I wanted to apologise and I want you so badly," the creep begs, getting on one knee.

"Listen, Flint-Marcus, I accept your apology, but I can't go out with you. I don't like you in anyway other then, a creep. I'm sorry. Try to understand," I say.

"I'm Marcus, but I know. I love you too much! I can't let it go simply!" Marcus yells.

"STUDENTS HAVING A FIGHT!" Peeves the poltergeist yells from the trash bin.

"Shut up Peeves or I'll get the Bloody Barron to talk to you! Now leave!" I shout as Peeves zooms out of the room.

"Please!" Marcus whimpers.

"I said no. What can't you take no for an answer?!" Marcus couldn't take it anymore. He pushed you against the wall and slammed his lips into yours. Unlike Oliver, Marcus had chapped and rough lips. Oliver's lips are soft and smooth. Oliver also was gentle and delicate as though he didn't want to hurt you. Marcus's kiss was rough and full of lust. I tried to rip myself away, but Marcus keep kissing me. I jump when I hear the door open. I punch Marcus in the stomach to make him leave me alone.

Oliver's POV:

I was walking down the hallway just to get a peace of mind when I got to a classroom door tightly shut. I tried the knob, but it was locked.

"Alohomora," I whisper. The lock springs open and I walk in. I am faced to see Marcus pining a girl to the wall. He grunts and staggers away revealing the girl to be Y/n. She looks pissed and I can't think straight.

Y/n's POV:

I noticed Oliver about to start yelling so I kick Marcus in the private area.

"Marcus! If I ever see you again you will NOT ride or walk for a week. I never liked you and just leave!" I shout.

Oliver's POV:

"Marcus! If I ever see you again you will NOT ride or walk for a week. I never liked you and just leave!" Y/n shouts.

"But baby! I love you!" Marcus whines.

"Well, obviously she doesn't," I snap. Marcus gets up and glares at me.

"I guess I'll just have to work harder to get her. Or I'll kill you," Marcus threatens.

"You wouldn't kill him if you know it's going to hurt me, eh?" Y/n says.

"I love you and Wood is just in the way. All I want is you and all you do is hurt me. How could you?!" Marcus says, trying to keep his voice level. I could tell he was heart-broken but he had it coming.

"Go find someone else! I don't like you and I never will. Please! Do this for your own sake," Y/n says grasping my hand and pulling us both to Professor Quarrel's class just as the bell rang.