Sneaking around had turned out to be a lot harder than Marcus had originally anticipated. Between the Quidditch practises that kept them both constantly occupied, the Quidditch plays that they had to sketch up (given that they are both Quidditch captains) and the usual stress of lessons (not to mention the extra pressure, given that this was Marcus' NEWT year) all the while juggling detentions, homework and friends, Marcus and Oliver could hardly find a minute alone.
However, as Marcus lay on the Gryffindor Dormitory floor (Percy's had long since left for rounds) his transfiguration text book splashed out in front of him, a quill poised to write in his hand, and a particularly delicious Scottish man straddling his back, his hands slowly worrying away the knots that had long since coiled in Marcus' lower back, Marcus decided that it was moments like this that made it all worth it.