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Quidditch and Marcus Flint were inextricably linked in Oliver's mind. He'd never had one without the other. Marcus had already been on the Slytherin team for a year when Oliver became the Gryffindor keeper. Quidditch was about blocking Marcus from scoring. And Marcus was about doing anything to win at Quidditch.
It was only natural that Oliver felt as passionately about Marcus as he did about Quidditch. Games against Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw had only been rehearsals for playing against Marcus; ways to garner enough points to beat Marcus for the Quidditch Cup. Quidditch - and Marcus Flint - was his entire world.
He'd known for a while now that Quidditch was his life. Everyone knew that about Oliver. If anyone who knew him heard his name, they immediately thought, "The Quidditch lunatic?"
It took him longer to figure out how he felt about Marcus. It wasn't until they'd both left school and he'd been picked up as a reserve keeper for Puddlemere United that Oliver realized Marcus was just as much a part of his life as Quidditch. He missed him.
He flooed Marcus late one night. Marcus was surprised to hear from him. In fact, he dropped the glass he'd been holding when Oliver's head appeared in his fireplace. "What do you want?" he asked, not sounding very friendly.
"I heard the Falmouth Falcons signed you as a reserve chaser," Oliver said, feeling vaguely embarrassed. "Do you want to practice together sometime? I mean, against each other."
Marcus stared at him for a long time before replying. Just as Oliver was starting to feel like a fool, he said, "All right."
After their first exhilarating flight together, they laid on the grass and looked up at the darkening sky. They both pretended they were too tired to move, but they were both admiring the sunset.
"You're my soul mate," Oliver blurted out.
Marcus was silent, not even his breathing showed any reaction to Oliver's words.
Oliver continued, "You ARE Quidditch."
Marcus still didn't say anything.
Oliver turned to make sure he wasn't about to be punched.
Marcus kissed him. Then he said, "It took you this long to figure it out? You are slow, Oliver."
It was Oliver's turn to kiss him.
And they lived happily ever after.
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