With no more words exchanged, Marcus flees in the direction of the Quidditch fields, waiting for his boyfriend to appear with Percy Weasley, if that girl is right. He doesn't care about verifying, he wants to cut the truth out of him. He wants to catch him red-handed. No wonder he's been so out of it with him. No wonder he keeps checking the watch. No wonder the news of Percy breaking up with Penelope broke out at the same time Oliver starts to often be 'distracted'. If what Penelope said is true, anytime now Marcus will catch him.

Will he have the bravery to confront the traitor? Will the traitor make up some lie? How long should Marcus wait and hide behind the seats- an hour? Two hours? What's so interesting about that redhead, anyway?

As an hour pass and Marcus starts to stand, the edge of his eyes caught sight of something red and he went back to crouch down behind the seats, spying on the people emerging to the Quidditch pitch. Marcus stifled a gasp as he sees his boyfriend with Percy Weasley, curse that Clearwater girl to be right. Each of them was holding a broom, with Percy carrying a Quaffle. A simplified game of Quidditch, so it seemed. Marcus almost laughed, the nerd can't fly on a broom, let alone play Quidditch. Percy smirked as he hugged Oliver.

"Don't be a sore loser, Livi." Livi? How dare he! That's Marcus' special nickname for him, and only his! No one else's! Marcus sees red as he turned to the broom storage, seeing a couple of brooms. He slowly crept to grab one of the nearest brooms available, not giving a fuck that they're all Cleansweeps and he has a Nimbus 2001. He's not going to make sure the Quaffle stays with him, he's going to make sure his boyfriend stays with him and not with that redheaded boyfriend stealer!

"I didn't know you'd be out of your dorm, Livi-" Marcus smirked as he watched the colour drain out of Oliver's and Percy's face, Oliver's eyes staring at Marcus from top-to-bottom. "Such a nice evening, isn't it? I thought it'd be a great time to fly, but seeing you're ready for Quidditch, let's go!" Marcus' eyes diverted to Percy, who cowered in his presence. Marcus raised a brow mockingly. "Didn't know you could fly, thought you're just a four-eyed boring prefect with his nose constantly stuck in a book."

"That insult was uncalled for-"

"Yeah, I'm so sorry. What came into me- I don't know!" Marcus scoffed as he grinned. "So, should we go? Percy and I will be opposing chasers, you'll be the keeper for us both?"

Marcus didn't skip the look shared between Oliver and Percy, but they nodded. The three of them starts to mound on their brooms before kicking the ground hard, Percy passing the Quaffle to Oliver before flying opposing Marcus. Somehow, Percy felt Marcus will spoil it for them (not in an overly competitive way). Oliver starts throwing the Quaffle to the centre, where Marcus and Percy go head-to-head, Marcus catching the Quaffle. As he's so close with Percy, he yanked Percy's pyjamas close.

"Stay away from him," Marcus threateningly whispered before letting him go with the Quaffle. Percy blinked as he stayed still on air, did he find out? How did he find out? Who told him? What clued him in? Just how much does he know? Is that why he's suddenly so grumpy with him?

"Percy!" Hearing his name being called, Percy shook his head and turned to see Oliver with the Quaffle. "You ok?"

"Maybe you should go get him some water, Livi-" Marcus smiled at him. "He seems kind of pale, should we just call it off?"

"Maybe. I'll get some water, Marcus, you watch over Percy." With that, Oliver starts to head down before mounding off the broom, heading for the castle. Marcus watches as Oliver leave before flying beside the redhead, shaking him awake.

"I don't fancy saving you from falling, so I think we should navigate down-" Marcus sickly sweetly smiled at him. Percy nods as he follows Marcus' lead to one of the seats, feeling butterflies in his stomach.

"I'll just cut right to the chase-" Marcus glared as he sits on the bench, Percy following. "Stay away from my boyfriend or I'll hurt you in more ways than one. Is that to be understood?"

"Nothing is going on between-"

"Cut the bullshit, Weasel-nerd!" Marcus cuts, causing Percy to flinch. "I know you've been asking Oliver to 'teach' you Quidditch and you two have been sneaking to the kitchens for a 'snack'. I know you've been trying to make him yours. Well here's the thing, Weasel-nerd-" Marcus' glare cuts through the tension between the Slytherin and the Gryffindor. "I'm his boyfriend and you're not. Go get your own, I don't give a damn. Just stay away from mine."

"What makes you think that's what's happening?" Percy asked, regaining his bravery. "What makes you think I have feelings for him?"

"Don't take me for an idiot, you beggar!" Marcus squeezed Percy's arm, digging his nails. Percy tries to resist but Marcus' strong hold prevents him from breaking free. "I may not have a fuckton of OWLs like you do but I can identify a boyfriend stealer when I see one. I know your dark, twisted plan."

Marcus pushed the hand away from him, causing Percy to be pushed away too. He inspects his arm, noticing five reddish crescent-shaped indents on his skin. "Consider this as a warning, Weasley. I can and will do worse to you."

"Here you go, Perce." Percy immediately pushed down his sleeve and looked up to Oliver, seeing the other man offering a glass of water with his dumb smile. How can anyone not fall in love with that? "Sorry I took a while, almost had a run-in with Snape."