Now, his point was proven. Percy had favored his position at the Ministry over his position in his traitorous family. Who else would do that? Only a cunning, ambitious Slytherin.
Marcus smiled to himself, watching as Percy stirred beside him. The freckled man yawned and stretched, pulling on his glasses.
"You're staring," Percy muttered sleepily.
Marcus nodded, unabashed.
"Why?" Percy asked, sitting up, the blanket sliding off his bare, scrawny chest.
"I was thinking about you."
The redhead gave a lazy grin. "Oh? What about me?'
"You should have been a Slytherin."
Percy blushed furiously, the tips of his ears going red. "I'm nothing like you."
The younger wizard smirked. "It's okay to share my bed, but sharing Slytherin qualities is beneath you?"
"I don't- I'm not-"
Marcus leaned in, pressing a hard kiss to Percy's lips, cutting off his feeble protests. "You left your family because they got in your way."
The blush deepened, and Percy lowered his head. He was silent for several seconds, and Marcus let the realization set in.
"Don't worry," he purred against Percy's neck. "I won't judge you. It's a why I love you. A Gryffindor by Sorting, but a Slytherin at heart."