"Oh, nice of you to show up." Roger Davies looked up when he heard Marcus sit down, putting his feet up on the table. "You're late." Roger pushed Marcus' feet onto the ground, attempting to get his attention. "Look, do you want my help or not?" The Slytherin grabbed Roger's book from him and lazily looked at the cover. "Flint! I asked you a question. Do you want my help or not?" Marcus rolled his eyes, tossing it back to Roger. "Haven't got a choice, have I? This was Flitwick's bright idea." He leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes. "Just write the paper for me, and wake me up when you're done. Oi!" Roger stood up, whacking Marcus in the back of the head with a book. "I am not your slave. Either you want my help, or you don't. If not, stop wasting my time and stay back yet another year."
Marcus glared, but Roger ignored him. "We'll start with Charms, yeah?" Roger waited for a response. "Flint!" He slammed his fist on the table, and Marcus laughed. "You just love hearing yourself talk don't you Davies?" Roger stood up and stormed out of the library. Marcus waited a moment before following him. "Giving up that easy, eh?" Marcus jogged to get ahead of Roger, standing in his way. "You obviously do not want my help, and I'm not going to sit around waiting until you decide you want to work. I don't have all year." Roger step sided Marcus, who mirrored his move. "Not my fault all you Ravenfreaks can think about is schoolwork." Roger pushed Marcus out of the way and continued walking. Marcus grabbed his hand. "I was joking, Davies."
Roger looked down at Marcus' hand. "Mind letting me go?"
Marcus reluctantly let go of Roger's hand. "I need to pass this year, I've got to."
Roger crossed his arms and huffed. "I offered you help, you couldn't care less. Now if you don't mind, I'm going to bed." He shoved Flint and continued walking.
"Roger, come on." Marcus grabbed his hand again. "Give me another chance."
"Roger? Calling me by my first name now? You must be desperate."
"Not desperate." Marcus stepped closer to Roger, so close that Roger could smell the whiskey on his breath. "Just… Merlin, has anyone ever told you how gorgeous your eyes are?" Roger raised his eyebrows, taking a step back. "Erm… No, well I-" Roger stopped talking when Marcus kissed him.
"Bloody hell, Flint!" Roger pulled away, wiping his mouth. Marcus' eyes widened slightly. He pushed past Roger and ran to the Slytherin common room.