"This'll do," Marcus said and yanked Oliver through the door. He pushed Oliver up against the wall and kissed him. But Oliver pulled away.
"Look, that mirror." Oliver walked over to it. "I see myself, but...I'm playing for England. We're winning the Quidditch cup."
Marcus took Oliver's arm and pulled, but Oliver twisted away.
"The crowd is cheering. They're chanting my name." Oliver didn't look away. "It must be a magic mirror."
"Sod the mirror," Marcus said and raised his fist and smashed it. Shards of glass flew everywhere. He grabbed Oliver and this time Oliver kissed him back.
FINIS
you just made oliver and marcus one of my favorite pairings.