Small Talk
Marcus Flint x Reader
Summary: how a relationship starts
You were walking alongside the taller figure, purely coincidentally as the two of you headed unanimously towards the great hall. âHowâs your NEP going Marcus?â You asked, looking at him. The two of you had hardly spoken, if ever during your six years at Hogwarts, you were just making friendly small talk as you made the trek through the corridors. You had most classes with one another, but just two lights floating along - almost like the sun and moon, knew of each other just never having the opportunity to truly meet. You were doing an NEP in potions, a Non Examined Potion, something worth 20% of your grade - coursework. It meant you could go into your final exam with at least a pass on your shoulders.
The boy peered down at you to the right with a side glance, turning his face to speak to you more clearly. âAlright to be fair. Write up is doing my head inâ he admitted and you nodded âhowâs yours?â âIâve finished the write up and itâs way too far over the word countâ you told him âhowâve you managed that?â He asked âI donât even know. Iâve read it back and Iâm just waffling. Itâs pure shite, trust me.â You said as he chuckled slightly. âWhat are you doing again?â He asked, watching you loosen your green tie and shove it in your pocket, telling him it was almost choking you.
âBefuddlement Draughtâ you said with a hum and a tight lipped huff. âWhat?â He asked âoh look it works on you!â You say with a laugh and he gives you a sarcastic smile âcheeky shit.â He shoves you slightly with his cloaked elbow. âYou think youâre funnyâ he huffs âI know Iâm funny.â You retort as you hold the door open, letting him through as he thanked you âhumble tooâ he mumbled, rolling his eyes.
âWhat are you doing?â You asked him, reflecting his question. âAmortentiaâ he nodded âcan you spell that?â You scoff âoi shut up. It looked easiest.â âFair enoughâ you nodded, parting ways as you made your way to your friends, and he to his. âDidnât know you were mates with Marcusâ Penelope queried as you sat down âIâm not we were just talkingâ you say with a shrug as she nods. âYâknow heâs making Amortentia?â You say with a scoff âwhat?â She snorts âcareful he doesnât use it on you.â You both laughed loudly.
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The library was rammed. Deadlines for all coursework subjects was next week and it was filled with sixth years frantically scribbling words onto paper. You and Penelope surveyed the room before she dragged you to the least occupied table. âCan we sit? Thanks.â She says to Marcus who didnât even have a chance to look up before your things were allover the desk. He just shook his head, unimpressed, before looking back to his work.
Youâd thrown open a book, finalising your references for your NEP when Penelope stood up âFucks sake Iâve left my Divignations crap downstairsâ âthatâs why you donât take shitty Divignationsâ you retort as she scrunched her nose at you. âGoing to my dorm. Iâll be backâ she grumbles and you just grunt a âmhmâ at her. Bored, you started messing with the hair band on your wrist, pulling it off and stretching it with your thumbs. Not even able to react before it flicked off your hands and straight into the boyâs face. Your hands flew over your mouth as you stifle a laugh âMarcus Iâm so sorryâ you say, not full believing yourself as you watch the unimpressed boy look up from his book âgenuinely.â You say, still gently chuckling as you reach over and take the bobble from the book where it had fallen; still laughing every so often as you thought about it again. âIs it genuinely that funny?â Marcus asks, looking at you all serious. âYeahâ you reply, snorting a little at his expression. âSeeing as youâre being a pain in my arse, have a look at thisâ he says, nodding at his work. âM alright thanks.â You say, shaking your head.
You felt your chair being pulled, as Marcus had grabbed a leg of the chair and pulled you towards him. âErmâ you start âas I was sayingâ Marcus began and you rolled your eyes, looking at his book âcan you give this a look overâ âyeah âcourse.â âWell first offâ you pointed at the Polaroid lazily glued to the page âitâs supposed to be pink not green. Not sure what youâve done thereâ ârightâ he hummed âoh there you go.â You say as you point at his instructions list âyou used tulip petals instead of rose. Gives it the colourâ you say âohhâ. âWhatâs the difference?â He asks âare you being thick on purpose?â You ask and he grunts. âRight câmereâ you say, leaning your chair back onto its hind legs as you point out the window âthe yellow onesâ you point as he looks out âare tulipsâ and then you point at the others âthe red ones are rosesâ you say âoh I just grabbed whateverâ he say, as you lose control of the balancing chair, only for him to grab the backrest and set you straight as you both struggle not to laugh. âCheers.â
Penelope had gotten back ten minutes ago, but your proximity made her reluctant to join you at the table, instead humming as she found another spot. âRight Iâm doneâ you say, slamming your book shut. âAlready?â He asked âno just canât be arsedâ you say âfairsâ you collect your stuff as his voice begins again âyâknow what Iâve had enough tooâ he says, and collects his stuff as well. âIâll wait for youâ you say as he nods, putting his books in his bag. âRight câmonâ he says, as you both head for the dungeons.
âYâgot any plans for the rest of the day?â He asks and you shake your head ânah, you?â âQuidditch practiceâ he says âforgot you play quidditchâ you say âdâyou not go to any matches?â He asks âyeah but I donât really pay much attentionâ you said, honestly. âYou should, itâs goodâ âok Woodâ you scoff and he shoves you âdonât you dare.â
âAlright, see yâlater Flintâ you say, beginning the stairs climb to the girlsâ dorms. âYeah later.â
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Later that evening, you and Penelope were sat on the sofas in the common room, talking about utter nonsense in hushed but ironically, obnoxiously loud voices. Just after eight, several sweaty and loud boys clambered into the common room laughing boisterously amongst themselves. âLadiesâ Adrien Pucey greeted, planting himself on the floor, a few others joining him as Marcus shoved himself into the small chair beside you. âDo you mind?â You scoff ânot at all, loveâ he says, smirking at your disenfranchised look, shoving an arm around your shoulders. âFuck off you actually stinkâ you say, shoving him off you as he laughs, a repulsed look on your face. You position your body sideways, throwing your legs over his and onto the arm rest as to sit more comfy and eventually his hands naturally rested on your calves as you all conversed between yourselves.
âIâm off to bedâ Marcus said, tapping your legs telling you to move them, but your legs remained firm. âYou sat here mate, not my issueâ you shrugged and crossed your arms âIâm quite comfy.â âFineâ he hummed, putting one arm under your legs and the other around your waist âoiâ you say, kicking your feet slightly âgo steady Prince Charming,â Montague snorted as the boys all laughed, Marcus walking over to the large sofa and dropping you onto it. âHave a shower!â You shout after him, as you curl into the cushions.
âYou coming to bed babe?â Penelope asked and you nodded, getting up as the group gradually disbanded âmade that sound like youâre lesbiansâ Bletchley commented âwhat wanna join in?â You ask as you and Penelope squeal and giggle, running up the stairs, chased by the boy who was stopped at the bottom. âDickhead!â You shout down the stairs.
âWhatâs happening with you and flint then?â Penelope asked, laying next to you on your bed ânowt. Literally nowt. Weâve been talking a lot and then that just happened.â You shrugged âgirl he just picked you upâ you both connected eyes and started giggling. âCan you get past the teeth?â She asked as you shoved her âwhat teeth?â
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âWhatâs happening between you two then?â Montague asked Flint as the boy left the bathroom. âWho?â âYou know who.â âPenelope and your lass just offered me a three wayâ Pucey boasted âyou pillock they were jokingâ. âNothings happeningâ ânot with your teeth mateâ âfuck offâ.
Flint sat on his bed, shorts bunching around the muscle of his thighs as he used his towel to dry off his bare torso, throwing the towel across the room. âCâmon thenâ Marcus flopped back against his bed âdunnoâ âdunno? Youâve been flirting with her for like two monthsâ âyeah you were cuddled up on the sofa for the past few hoursâ âlisten I donât know, okay? Leave itâ he said, but loud snores interrupted his argument. As he was left to think, alone. He threaded his hands and put them behind his head; thinking.
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You were all settling into your seats in potions, Marcusâ eyes meeting yours as he entered the room âthought you were going to wait for meâ he mouthed and you just shrugged as he took his usual seat behind you, tugging on the hood of your cloak and you turned to him âcouldnât find you babesâ you said, and turned back as Snape cleared his throat.
âFor your assignment you must practise your potion on a pre-decided partner, this will be the third and final sector of your NEP. Remember, your potions donât have to work to get a good scoring, as long as you thoroughly explain why it went wrong.â He said.
âPenelope and Adrien, Oliver and Angelica, Fred and Sarah, Marcus and-â he tugged again on your cloak as your name was read. âThe dungeon rooms have been reserved so if you all find an empty room along the corridor and reconvene here in ninety minutes.â âReady to fall in love with Flint?â Penelope asked âdonât come knockingâ you wink, as you head for the boy stood expectantly, hands in pockets.
âBe warned love, might find me irresistibleâ he smirked âoh like I donât already?â You joke, pulling his hood over his head as he tosses his arm over your shoulder. You find a room and shut the door, as you exchanged vials. âLooks a better colourâ âfuck offâ You entwined arms, and necked the vials, as if shots. âProbably wonât work on you, youâre belligerent enough.â You grin. âNeither will mine seeing as youâre utterly in love with me.â He retorts.
For about ten minutes, you were sat on desks on opposite sides of the room. Mid conversation, you slid off the desk and walked over to the boy who raised an eyebrow at you, smirking slightly. You grasped onto his robes and pulled him forward. Him, in turn, slid off of his own desk and planted his feet firmly on the floor, breath hitching in his throat. You looked up at him with hooded eyes, grabbing his tie and pulling him to eye-level. âDo you smell beer?â You ask, thinking again âor pine and broomsticksâ âno loveâ he replied, looking at you dead on. You hum as you exhale slowly, pulling him forward and allowing your lips to ghost âme neither, cause you stink.â You say with a loud laugh, letting the boy go as his actions faltered. âWhat a load of crap. Howâd you mess up Amortentia?â You scoff âbua guff plaogh-â He replies, but stops and creases his brows, as yours raise and victory appears on your face. âBut I didnât mess up mine, did I Flint?â You tease, allowing yourself this opportunity to walk all over him while he was incapacitated.
âWhat happened? Put lilies instead of roses? Awh, someone doesnât know his colours.â You pout and he grits his jaw. He paces towards you, a finger pointed as you, in turn, walk backwards. âHuwby klineon fgeot. Sken alovrns pwmf.â He says, poking at your chest as you hit the wall behind you. He rested an arm above your head, trapping you against the wall as his other finger was still pointed, mind-numbingly arguing with you but still making very little sense.
âHuh? Making more sense than usual, Marcusâ you smirk âoh Iâll make you fucking senseless, loveâ he said, neither of you batting an eye lid as the potion wore off. âThat a promise?â You ask him, and he just smiles at you. The doors to the dungeons fly open and students begin to emerge. You dipped under his arm and winked at him, beginning to saunter out of the room, him jogging to catch up and once again throwing an arm over your shoulders.
âSo what happened?â Adrien asked âseven minutes in heaven Adrien, babeâ you say and wink jokingly at him as Marcus releases you from his grip to collect his things as you all begin to file out of the room.
âQuidditch this weekend, you coming?â Marcus asked as you made your way to lunch. âDepends, whatâs in it for me?â You ask, apprehensively. âA bit sloppy kiss from the captain of courseâ Montague interrupted âshut upâ Marcus laughed âdâyou fancy it?â He asks âweâll see.â You hum âif we win Iâll get the drinksâ he promises âdeal.â And you shook on it.
You and Penelope ended up sat right beside the rowdy sixth year boys, all digging into food as Pucey and Montague began fighting over a slice of cake. âWill you fat fucks put that down a whole other cake will appear when you give over.â You say, grimacing at the pigs before you. Marcus made snorting noises making you and Penelope laugh. âShut up troll faceâ âoi leave him aloneâ you say âooh Marcus, your little girlfriends sticking up for you!â âAnd whereâs your girlfriend Pucey? Cumming in your pillow at night doesnât count.â You say, silencing the boy.
You look at your timetable, noticing the horrible afternoon planned for you. âUgh I shall not survive the winterâ you say dramatically, turning and falling into Marcusâ lap as you lay across the bench. âDo you want a sweet?â He asks, holding one up and you open your mouth as he drops it in âcheers, Marcâ you say, chewing as you stay âyou getting up anytime today?â He asks ânahâ âyou can have a job while youâre down thereâ he winks ânot for free, palâ you joke, sitting back up as you and Penelope gather your things, off to your next lesson.
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âYou came.â Marcus said, slightly out of breath as you stood in front of each other on the Quidditch field. âYou won.â You replied in the same optimistic, slightly surprised tone. âWell my good luck charm came, didnât she?â He teases as you role your eyes with a smile. You begin to turn to walk back towards the school. âWhat? No well done?â He scoffs âwell done.â You said flatly. âThatâs not what I meant.â He replies, walking up to you while you stayed firmly in place.
âWell?â You say âIâm not doing itâ he says, smugly, crossing his arms âfineâ you hum with a shrug, turning around before a hand grabs your wrist, causing you to spin and crash into the boy. You smirk up at him, grabbing the collar of his quidditch jersey and crashing his lips into yours, him dropping his broomstick and grabbing your waist instead.
You pulled away and looking into one anotherâs eyes for a moment, before letting go of him and nodding towards the castle âcâmon you promised me drinks!â
About fifteen drinks later and a lot of celebrations from the party, you were incapacitated on the sofa as you were laid against Marcusâ also tipsy, however not as bad as yours, body. âYou off to bed?â He asks you, looking at you but seeing your eyes closed. He chuckles quietly to himself. âMkay cmon duckâ he says, slotting his arms under your body to lift you up, heading for the girlsâ dorms to put you to bed. âNo.â The matriarch portrait said as he reached the stairs âsheâs asleepâ he replied âso? I know what you boys are like. Sheâs drunk and vulnerable. You are not taking her up these stairsâ she said, gruffly. âLook, i understand, but-â âno buts.â She huffed and after a little more back and forth, Marcus returned to where you were both laid across the sofa before. He couldnât just leave you. You were drunk off your head.
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âSo who are we waking first?â Montague hummed before Pucey walked over and violently shook Marcus awake âOi prickâ ârise and shineâ Marcus creased his brows and looked at the amused group of boys surrounding him, and the girl still sleeping soundly on his torso. At some point during the night, someone had put a blanket over the two of you and left you to sleep. âYou coming to quidditch practise or not?â He was asked and he nodded, Penelope walking over and practically jumping on you to wake you up and, in your groggy state, just walked past the group of boys surrounding you, totally unbothered and up the stairs with Penelope to enjoy a bit more sleep.
âItâs Hogsmeade weekendâ Higgs nudged him âheard her and Penelope were planning on heading to the 3 Broomsticksâ Bletchley added and Marcus hummed. âRight ladsâ Marcus began. âWeâre gonna have a vote.â He surveyed his team âif you want to have a full practise say Iâ and silence ensued âif you want to do a bit and then go to Hogsmeade say Iâ and the whole team became vocal. âRight okayâ
After half an hour of drills and a couple of sprints on the broomsticks, âright Iâm calling it!â Flint announced. âGet showered and get down to the villageâ.
Just as the boys got back to the common room after having showers and getting dressed, you and Penelopeâs voices were heard descending the stairs. You appeared from the bottom, complementing the picture at the base on her dress as the woman thanked you and bid you farewell as your eyes met Marcusâ. You looked ready for the weather, as the first snow had began to fall on the snowy landscape.
You had leggings, thick socks and black adidas sambas, a thick puffer coat and scarf covering the lower half of your face. âJesus love, wrapped up enough?â Marcus asked with a laugh âshush Iâm cold alreadyâ you huffed, voice muffled behind the wool. He offered his arm, and you threaded your arm around his and pushing your hand into your pocket. Joined at the hip, you began the walk to the small village.
The path was slippy, black ice decorating the cobbled bridge, and your feet slipped from beneath you as the lack of grip on the bottom of your shoes became evident, he quickly grabbed you, but in pulling you up, he ended up pulling himself down simultaneously.
You ended up laid on top of him, as you both groaned âwell that was daftâ you say, moving to sit on your bum as you dusted off your knees. He gets onto his knees, using the wall as leverage to stand and grabbing your hand, pulling you up and into him, his hands sliding down your figure. âYour arse is a bit wet loveâ âwell yeah I just landed on it dickheadâ you scoff and he grins, âand get your hands off my arseâ. âGive us a kiss thenâ he says, grinning. You lean against the wall as you melt into his kiss, one arm on the wall; the other around his neck.
Just as he deepens the kiss, you pull up your other hand and crash a handful of snow onto his head. âOi!â He shouts, pulling back as you laugh and run off as best as you can, slipping along the bridge as he tries to chase you âyouâre gonna get it now, cheeky shitâ you laugh as a snowball flies past your head. âMissed me!â You shout, hiding behind a tree.
You gathered a bunch of snow and threw it at the boy whoâd taken salvage across the way. At your next throw, you ended up hitting Adrien Pucey in the face âwhat the fuck!â He shouted âyouâre in no manâs land Adrianâ you shout, ducking at Marcusâ next throw. âIâd suggest joining in or taking cover.â You say âcome âere mate!â Marcus tells him ânah Iâm helping your missus!â He says, joining you and helping pelt the boy at twice the speed.
Eventually, most of the students down at Hogsmeade had joined in, choosing a side. âOkay! Okay! I surrender!â Marcus shouted, as most people had sided with you. âDrinks on you?â You ask, as the snowballs stall. âOne round!â He shouts as everyone cheers, slowly clambering out from your trenches and over the tops, meeting with the others and heading to the pub.
Armistice.
Marcus threaded an arm around your waist and guided you to the pub, dragging you into a booth in the corner before paying for a round, bringing two drinks back with him. âYâgot plans over Christmas break?â He asked âdunno. Probably notâ you reply with a shrug. âIâve got a rugby match on Boxing Day if you fancy comingâ he tells you and you cock your head and furrow your brows.
âYou play rugby?â You ask and he nods âyeah itâs a good sportâ âI know it is I just didnât expect you to play it, muggle stuff n all thatâ you reply âitâs one of the few muggle things my parents legs me doâ you nod âyou fancy it?â âYeah why notâ
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And somehow; you were stood in the freezing cold, scarf wrapped tight around your neck, hands in pockets while the whistle was blown. It was just a small local rugby club, you were stood near his parents as muddy boys scrimmaged along the pitch.
Youâd formally met them that morning, shaking their hands as Marcus introduced you. It was odd, seeing his practically famous parents in âcivvieâ clothes - muggle clothes. His dad was wearing a pair of jeans, hiking boots and a thick coat, woolly hat and glasses on his head, his mum wearing something similar. You told them your name and his mum just smiled âwe know, he doesnât shut up about youâ and your eyes averted to Marcus whose face was heating up.
âWhatâs your background?â His father, Christopher had asked you and his wife smacked his chest. âVery long line of very magical peopleâ you replied, weary of the muggles surrounding you and he nodded. âIâve got some distant link to Slytherin apparently, but weâre going back centuries nowâ you told him âwhatâs your surname?â He asked and you told him, hearing a hum of approval as he recognised the family name.
He cracked a smile and patted you on the shoulder âcâmon then, youngen letâs watch some rugbyâ. Marcus had left to head onto the field, green and white striped jersey cladding his body, hair getting progressively more wet as a light rain decorated the air.
âDo you like rugby?â His mum asked you âto be fair Iâve never watched it. My dad likes footballâ you say âgood man, I used to play myself when I was youngerâ his dad said. âI didnât realise your family was so into⊠muggle stuffâ you say and he shrugs âone of those things, I suppose. They have some good things.â
His mum pulled out a camera âlike thisâ she said, messing with the buttons on the digital camera âoh my mums got a thing that lets you print out the photos youâve takenâ you tell her and her eyes light up âreally?â âYeah she likes stuff like thatâ âwould you mind printing the pictures on here out for me?â She asks and you nod âyeah of courseâ she hands you the camera, showing you and her husband how it works as you see Marcus mess with the mouth guard protecting his gums.
A few pictures later, Marcus was jogging over to you post-match, with a crooked smile from the way his guard was suppressing his lips. âDid you like it?â He asked, leaning over the barrier âyeah itâs fun to watchâ you tell him and he tries to lean and kiss you âno! Youâre all muddy!â You protest but his dirtied hands grasp your waist as he places a kiss on your lips. âWhat a bloody jokeâ you huff, annoyed, trying to wipe yourself down. âAre you coming over for dinner?â His mum asked âoh am I invited?â âYeah of course you are loveâ she says and you smile âthen Iâd love to.â
And later on that evening, you were both cuddled in front of his fire in an old armchair, head against his chest as you messed with the rings on his fingers âyâknow what, youâre alright Marcusâ you say and he laughs ânot too bad yourself doveâ he continues âdonât think Iâm doing too bad at this boyfriend thingâ âyouâre not my boyfriendâ you tell him âIâm not?â âNo, you havenât asked me.â âOh I needed to ask?â He teases and you just nod âwill you be my girlfriend?â âYeah, alright then.â














