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Chapter Nine
Hermione stumbled out of the Floo into the waiting arms of Marcus Flint. True to form, Marcus swung her up into his arms. One by one, he reached and pulled her legs around his waist.
"Mmm," Marcus rumbled into her neck. "I've missed you, princess."
Hermione was immediately lost in the overwhelming feel of Marcus against her, his body heat and scent saturating her senses. It became harder to think of anything else besides Marcus when he began placing soft, wet kisses along her neck. Hermione groaned and clung to him tighter.
"If that's what you two plan to do for lunch, what are Blaise and I supposed to have?" Theo chuckled.
Hermione pulled away from Marcus and blushed. She appreciated that Theo didn't seem bothered or overly jealous. In fact, none of them did. When she'd agreed to go out with Adrian, Draco and Theo looked pleased. Either they didn't mind her dating them all at once, or they were very good at hiding their emotions. They were Slytherins, so the later really couldn't be discounted. Hermione knew she wouldn't be able to share a wizard with another witch; it just wasn't in her nature. She wondered if she could talk to them about it.
"Darling, why don't you put Miss Granger down so we can have lunch?" a female voice asked.
Hermione squirmed to get down, her blush turning beet red. She looked over at the older, athletic woman and tried to suppress the urge to bury her face in Marcus' shoulder in embarrassment.
"I don't need lunch," Marcus said, holding on to Hermione a bit tighter. Hermione pushed harder against Marcus' chest and gave him a scowl. He reluctantly set her to the ground with a sigh. "Hermione, this is my mum, Inge Flint."
"It's nice to meet you, Mrs. Flint," Hermione greeted, stepping away from Marcus. Inge Flint was very tall, almost six feet, and broad shouldered. Rather than looking overly masculine, she was handsome and statuesque. Hermione thought Marcus had her lovely blue eyes and full lips, but Inge was a blonde. A burly man, only slightly smaller than Marcus, entered the hallway as well. This was clearly Marcus' father. They had the same dark hair and olive toned skin.
"I've heard so much about you, Miss Granger," Inge smiled. "This is my husband, Pius Flint."
"Mister Flint," Hermione nodded.
"Please," the elder Flint scoffed. "Call us Inge and Pius! I've wanted to meet the famous Hermione Granger for years now. Your exploits during the war caused Voldemort's unending torment. It was the highlight of those years for me. You bothered Voldemort more than the others because you were Muggle-born. You outsmarted him and your magic was just as good, if not better, than those in his command. It was wonderful."
Pius' voice was wistful, close to joyous. Hermione wanted to laugh at the contradiction between the large older Flint's imposing stature versus his carefree manner of speaking.
Pius offered Hermione his arm as he spoke and escorted her to the dining room. Marcus similarly escorted his mother. Hermione was entirely surprised that the Flints were so jovial and warm. Marcus had always seemed so reserved and quiet. When Hermione observed this to the group as they sat for lunch, everyone just laughed.
"You try getting a word in edgewise with these two," Marcus growled in mock protest. He clearly loved his parents, even if they had very different personalities.
"It was hard for Marcus," Pius pointed out, looking at his son with an expression that could only be described as apologetic. "Inge and I were never very interested in politics. My father, however, was very different. To say that he wasn't a nice wizard would be putting it mildly. He would do any unscrupulous thing to advance his wealth and power. He promised me to Voldemort when he first came on the scene and I was forced to receive the Dark Mark. All I ever wanted to do was play Quidditch and spend time outdoors. As a result of my …induction, Inge and I never could open up and be ourselves in our society. It was confusing for Marcus as a child, because we were one way alone with him, and another way around others."
"I think, as a default, Marcus just decided not to speak outside the house, because he had no idea what to say," Inge continued where her husband left off. "You can't expect a child to understand something like politics. We tried to shield him as best we could. Dumbledore even agreed to keep him at Hogwarts an extra year because Voldemort had his eye on Marcus. Big wizards like Pius and Marcus don't go unnoticed, even if they try to keep quiet and out of the public eye."
"In private, Marcus is an opinionated prat." Blaise chuckled. Marcus shot him a glare.
"Since my father and then Voldemort died, we've been able to be more... genuine," Pius smiled, "thanks in part to you and your friends."
"I'm glad," Hermione grinned. Marcus was clearly disconcerted at his parents' willingness to open up and share this information with someone they'd just met. Hermione wondered if he got embarrassed by his parents, as most children did. It must be hard for such a quiet, reserved person to have such outgoing, chatty parents.
"So are we." Inge smiled; a mischievous look on her face. "Marcus is quite taken with you. He never lets us meet any witches."
"I've never known a witch worth inviting home until now," Marcus remarked, giving Hermione a leer that heated her cheeks - and other places.
Lunch with the Flints was wonderful. The food, like the family, was healthy and robust. It looked simple, but was actually just subtle and lacked unnecessary adornment. Hermione felt the warmth of being around a close, loving family. It was something she'd missed since leaving Ron.
Inge and Pius excused themselves when lunch was over, leaving Marcus to show them the library. The older couple admitted that they didn't really spend much time in there, that it had been Marcus' grandfather that managed and expanded the family library. Given his reputation, Hermione knew they would find a fair amount of books on dark magic, not that the Malfoy library hadn't had an impressive supply as well.
As they were exiting the dining room, a House Elf announced the arrival of Bronwyn and Percy. Hermione heard Theo groan and looked at him questioningly.
"I was hoping Bronwyn would decide not to come; the impertinent witch," Theo murmured.
Hermione shook her head. She didn't want to be uninviting. She wanted to show that other witch what it looked like to be gracious and above petty squabbles. Hermione only hoped the other witch didn't provoke her too much. She knew her temper was legendary, but with her magic being so off kilter, Hermione didn't want to risk another episode where she accidentally hurt someone; even Bronwyn Figgelowe. Theo's words were soft enough that only she, Blaise, and Marcus heard them. Blaise had nodded his agreement and Marcus looked very suspicious, his eyes narrowed and focused on the new witch in the room.
"Percy, Bronwyn, this is Marcus Flint," Hermione said. Marcus draped his arm over Hermione's shoulders and pulled her close as he assessed the newcomers. Hermione rolled her eyes at his protectiveness. "Marcus, Bronwyn is a researcher in the Department of Mysteries. She has been studying Sorcery for several years. Percy works for Kingsley. He's meant to be my assistant for the next three weeks."
Marcus nodded stiffly.
"This way to the library," Marcus announced. He kept his arm around Hermione as they walked and she found she didn't really mind at all. Bronwyn stared at her hard for a moment, looking like she was trying to figure out the situation in front of her. Hermione certainly wasn't going to explain why one wizard had his arm around her, while she had a date with a different wizard later that night.
The library was fairly dark and musty. Marcus called for a House Elf named Pippy. Pippy soon banished most of the dust and had the windows sparkling in seconds, letting in more light. It turned out that the elderly elf, who had been with the Flint family for generations, knew everything about the library. Marcus reported that he certainly knew more than the current family members did. Indeed, Pippy was instrumental in pulling books that may apply to their subject.
As volumes piled on the table, Percy got out the supplies he'd purchased during the lunch break. They set up the three boards, one for each ritual. Marcus took a black marker and labeled each one. He wrote #1: Body, #2: Mind, and #3: Soul. Hermione snorted at the way he'd simplified things. Marcus tended to do that, which she appreciated. Hermione knew she had a habit of making things more complicated than they sometimes needed to be. They took turns writing notes and thoughts for each ritual using Theo's color coding system, focusing mostly on the Body board.
Hermione loved watching Theo hard at work. He really was brilliant and his bookish beauty was distracting. Hermione rested her chin on her hand as she watched Theo make several points, referencing a new book in the Flint library. He was so adamant. His coppery brown hair was a little shaggy and fell in his eyes, forcing him to push it aside. He stuck a quill behind his ear that he had clearly forgotten about. Theo had rolled up the sleeves of his shirt and the top few buttons were undone.
"You are staring, princess," Marcus murmured in her ear. He pulled his chair close to hers. The others kept reading, debating, and occasionally writing something down. No one seemed to notice Marcus so close and whispering in her ear.
"He's so…smart," Hermione sighed. Marcus chuckled. Hermione liked the sound and leaned toward him. She felt Marcus' hand on her thigh.
"Adrian mentioned that you find Theo…exciting," he whispered. "He also said he was going to ask you out for tonight. Did he?"
"He did," Hermione nodded. "He said to wear a dress."
"He'll take you somewhere romantic. Ades is sweet like that," Marcus said, moving his hand up her thigh. Hermione looked over at the others. Blaise was trying to make it through a dense looking book. Theo was arguing with Bronwyn about the meaning of the word 'elaborate' in the phrase 'the wizard performing the ritual wore an elaborate green robe.' Percy was making notes from a text in which he seemed engrossed.
"You aren't being very sweet, Marcus," Hermione whispered, trying to keep her voice steady. His hand had made it to the juncture of her thighs and pressed against her trousers.
"I'm not the sweet one, princess," Marcus purred. "You've got Ades for that. You've got Theo to discuss and debate. And you've got Draco for the drama and flash of society life."
"What's left for you to do?" Hermione breathed. She was sure Marcus could feel dampness through her knickers and the fabric of her trousers.
"You've got me to be naughty with," he said, his deep voice even lower than usual.
"And you don't mind if I see the others?"
"Not if they make you happy," Marcus replied. He began rubbing her firmly. "I just want my princess happy and cared for. Those blokes are my closest mates. I trust them to give you what you need, to do right by you. I can't promise to feel the same way about some other wizard, if you are interested in adding to your little harem."
Hermione snorted. As if she'd have time for more wizards in her life. She would have to process what Marcus was saying later. At the moment, she was almost entirely fixated on what his hand was doing between her legs. She was desperately fighting the urge to rock against his hand to get better friction. That would definitely give away what was happening under the table to the others. Marcus rubbed faster. She tried to bite back a groan, but it came out as a weird cough. Blaise looked her way to see if she was okay. All of a sudden, Marcus' hand was gone.
"I need a break," Marcus announced, pushing back from the table. "I don't think I spent this much time in a library when I was at school. I'll go to the kitchens and order up tea. Come on, princess, I can show you where the loo is on my way."
Hermione shot up from her seat and Marcus tugged on her hand, pulling her out of the room. He did bring her to the loo as he promised, but ushered her inside with him right behind. As soon as the door shut, Hermione pulled his face down hers. Their lips crashed against each other, sucking and nibbling at each other. Hermione's hands roamed over as much of Marcus' torso as she could reach. His shoulders were so broad and his chest incredibly firm. She could feel all the muscles in his back as well. Never had she seen a better, more solidly built wizard. He may have stopped being a professional athlete, but that certainly didn't show in his physique.
"You taste so good, princess," Marcus groaned, licking her neck. "I need to taste more."
Marcus tugged at the closures on her trousers and pushed them down over her hips to her thighs. He lifted her onto the sink and pulled the garment off the rest of the way. Before Hermione could even think, he pushed her legs apart and was down on his knees. He buried his face between her thighs. She knew her knickers would be drenched from his playing earlier under the table. Marcus inhaled deeply and moaned. He pushed the wet fabric aside and ran his tongue over the length of her slit.
"Gods, yes," Hermione gasped, leaning back slightly. Marcus' tongue felt so good. He took several moments to explore, licking every fold. She knew she wouldn't last long. Staring at Theo really had her worked up, and then Marcus fanned that fire in the library. Marcus moaned as he lapped at her and Hermione saw his hand down the front of his own open trousers. She tried to lean forward to get a better look at him, but that was when he latched on to her clit and began sucking hard.
Hermione threw her head back and groaned a few expletives. Marcus may not talk much, but he had a talented mouth. After a minute or two of his concentrated efforts, Hermione felt herself start to break apart. She reached out and grasped his head as he kept working between her legs. She needed to hold on to something. Hermione felt the waves finally peak and she screamed her release. Marcus' mouth never slowed as she came and his tongue pushed inside her clenching channel, as if he wanted to capture all the liquid.
All of a sudden a blinding white light encompassed them and Marcus was shoved hard against the door.
"Oh, shite! Marcus!" Hermione's eyes went wide as she watched him fly the short distance across the small room. It seemed that an uncontrolled magical discharge accompanied that wonderful orgasm she had. She hopped down off the sink ledge and knelt down next to the large wizard. "Are you okay? Say something!"
"That was amazing," Marcus laughed.
"Are you hurt?"
"Just a bump on the back of the head. Don't fret, princess," Marcus soothed. He sat up and shook his head slightly. "I've been dealt far worse and under much less pleasurable circumstances."
"How can you make light of it? You could've been hurt!" Hermione's eyes began to water. Her whole body was betraying her lately. She couldn't do any magic without everything going wrong. Getting angry had accidently burned Severus. And now, her orgasm tossed Marcus Flint, an enormous wizard, as if he were a rag doll.
"Shhhhh, princess, don't cry," Marcus cupped her face and brushed away a stray tear with his thumb. "I'm fine, I swear. I was coming so hard, I barely noticed."
"I didn't mean to hurt you."
"I am made from tougher stuff than that. I would do it again in a second." Marcus smiled. He looked entirely genuine. It did make her feel better. He didn't seem upset or hurt. "There's no where I'd rather be than between those lovely legs of yours, princess. If it makes you feel better, I'll bring my old Quidditch helmet and padding for when we shag."
"Oh, we're shagging now?" Hermione asked, eyebrow raised.
"Of course." Marcus smiled. He leaned in and kissed her cheeks, taking away any lingering tears. "You can't resist me. And why would you want to? Your date with Ades is tonight, but how's tomorrow?"
"Draco asked me out for tomorrow before I Flooed over here," Hermione reported. Draco had held her tightly before she left Malfoy Manor and whispered in her ear. He asked her if he could have the pleasure of her company the following evening, saying that he'd been wanting to ask her out on a date for a decade now, and that she'd been well worth the wait.
"I'll take Friday night then," Marcus stated confidently. "I'll help you blow off some steam and relax before the big day."
Hermione blushed, despite what they'd just done, and nodded. Marcus stood and then reached to help her up. A quick Scourgify by Marcus and they were both perfectly presentable. He found her trousers and Hermione steadied herself against him as she stood on one leg, then the other, to get them back on.
"Relaxed, and ready to get back to work?" Marcus asked, grinning at her. She looked at him curiously. "You looked like you were getting too distracted by Theo. You should be okay now for another couple hours."
Hermione swatted him on the arm because he was right, but it was impolite to point out such things. Marcus just laughed and pulled her close. He leaned down and pressed his lips into her forehead.
"I really am going to go see about tea for everyone, so I'll see you back in the library later."
Marcus gave Hermione a light swat on the bum as she walked away.
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Marcus left the kitchen with an apple to eat on the way back to the library. He ate a lot, but he was a big wizard, so it stood to reason that he'd need more food. He couldn't keep the smile off his face and he didn't care. His princess was all that he imagined. She was as sweet as he knew she'd be and just as responsive as he'd hoped. He kept licking his lips afterwards, even when the taste of her was gone.
Marcus realized that he'd give anything, do anything to have her. He knew that he was smitten from day one, but each time he saw her, he became more and more certain she was his one and only. He had meant what he said to her earlier, that it didn't bother him that she dated his friends. He was never a particularly possessive wizard. He would know, because witches always tried to make him jealous in one way or another. Of course, he didn't care much for those witches, if at all. He did care about Hermione. He felt better when she was around. He wondered if there was any way to increase his chances of becoming her Ancillary. Probably not.
The apple was eaten by the time Marcus returned to the library. He really didn't care to be cooped up all day for any reason, but he would manage for Hermione. Being in the same room with her was worth it, no matter what they were doing.
"Tea will be up shortly," Marcus announced, taking his seat at the table. Hermione flashed him a beautiful smile and went back to scrutinizing the book in front of her. The smile Marcus already wore widened.
Theo slid a book over towards him and Marcus heaved a sigh before cracking it open. He was so glad Hermione had Theo for all the book things. He loved it just as much as she did, so it made sense Theo handle that part of her personality. Marcus just wasn't the best wizard for that job. He looked around at the others, procrastinating.
Blaise wasn't much better than Marcus when it came to this sort of thing, but he cared about Hermione and knew how much she was coming to mean to his friends. Marcus appreciated Blaise taking the time. The Percy bloke seemed all right. Hermione liked him, and that was all Marcus cared about. He didn't share Draco's irritation with Weasleys, but he didn't have any affinity for them either. He would happily break Ron's jaw for Hermione if she asked, but she'd never ask. Marcus didn't much care for Ginny Weasley, because on several occasions, she had assumed Marcus would fall at her feet and offer himself to her. Of course, that never happened and the redhead had the gall to be offended that she never got something she was never entitled to – him. Now that Hermione was in his life, there was no one for him but his princess.
Marcus stared at the new witch, this Figgelowe witch, thinking about Blaise and Theo's reaction to her earlier. She seemed smart enough, not brilliant like Hermione, but generally competent. She saw him staring and began batting her eyelashes, sending him coy looks. Marcus ignored her and went back to his book. He tried to focus, but it seemed there wasn't anything here that they didn't already know. Marcus imagined Theo gave him that book on purpose. He was much more invested in thinking about his date Friday night. He wanted her to relax, to take her mind off the ritual. He knew exactly how he wanted it to end, but was mulling over various options for early evening activities. It wouldn't do to get straight to bed. Hermione deserved something planned especially for her.
The Flint library had an impressive array of maps. Hermione set Percy and Bronwyn to searching for a good location to hold the ritual. Marcus and Blaise discussed security for the ritual and after, in case Hermione needed to convalesce. The press seemed receptive to her request for privacy, but Marcus didn't trust anyone when it came to his princess. Well, he trusted a few people. Ades, Draco, Theo and Severus would do anything to protect her; Blaise too, to a lesser extent.
"Spinner's End isn't the most secure location," Marcus mused.
"No, it's not," Blaise agreed. "More than anything, people stay away simply because Snape is so unpleasant. But that won't stop someone who is determined to see her."
"Most of us took down the extensive wards and protections on our houses after the war," Marcus commented, thinking.
Pippy brought in the tea. Percy and Bronwyn paused to serve themselves. Bronwyn lingered near Marcus, trying to flirt. She returned to her maps when she got no response.
"Except Nott and Malfoy," Marcus continued, pouring a cup of tea. The Malfoys were a... high profile family during the war, so kept their wards in place because of the fallout. Nott Senior valued his privacy and tended to keep to himself, so he never bothered with removing the security.
Marcus made a small plate to go with the tea and set it all in front of Hermione. She looked totally focused on her work. When she finished something, she passed it to Theo to read over. To Marcus, it was a virtually incomprehensible mass of numbers and symbols.
"Keep your strength up, princess," Marcus instructed, pressing a kiss into the top of her head.
"Thank you," she smiled up at him, reaching for her cup.
"Where's mine?" Theo asked, his eyes twinkling with amusement. Marcus scowled at his friend.
"Get your own, you tosser," Marcus snorted.
Marcus made up his own tea and sat back down next to Blaise.
"Potter's house is secure I bet," Blaise observed, as if they hadn't stopped their conversation. Marcus nodded. The old Black place was unplottable and had been the headquarters for the Order of the Phoenix. Potter had obviously allowed more people access since then, like his wife and her friends, but it was still almost impossible to Floo over there or find it if you hadn't already been there. It was still a pretty busy place and Marcus wondered if it would be as quiet at Nott's or Malfoy's homes, which were much more rural. At Potter's, she wouldn't really be able to go outside.
Percy and the Bronwyn witch reported that they'd covered the Flint maps and had more at the Ministry that they'd like to consult. Hermione approved of their plan and asked them to meet her in Hogsmeade the next day at nine o'clock in the morning.
Marcus got to his feet and offered to show them to the Floo. Blaise decided to leave then too, saying he had plans for the evening with some random witch he'd found. Marcus would never give permission to either of the Ministry employees to Floo into his home, but they could use it to exit. He and Percy chatted for a moment about people they knew from school, but they hadn't really run in the same circles.
Blaise left first, and then Percy went through. The Bronwyn witch lingered. Marcus folded his arms across his chest and waited for her to speak.
"So, do you have a girlfriend, Mr. Flint?"
"There's a witch in my life."
"We could spend some together and she wouldn't ever need to know," the Bronwyn witch said, reaching out to touch his arm. "I imagine you're too much wizard for just one witch."
Marcus looked down at her hand then stared at her until she removed it.
"Not interested."
"Whoever she is, she'll never know."
"I am not interested in you, regardless of any other witches."
Bronwyn didn't look as if she was listening. He knew that look. This witch thought he wanted her to change his mind, to do something to convince him. Marcus pointed to the Floo and she finally left. Marcus rolled his eyes and walked back the library.
Marcus strolled back into the room and froze. After a moment, a grin spread across his face. Hermione had moved from her seat and was in Theo's lap. She was snogging the daylights out of him. Marcus walked quietly around the table so he could see them better. Hermione was straddling Theo's lap, her hands buried in his hair. Theo had one hand on her arse and Marcus watched him sneak his other hand up her torso. His hand traveled over her shirt, up her ribcage and then stopped at her breast. Theo rubbed and gently squeezed, making Hermione moan and press herself into him. She was such a responsive witch.
Marcus loved watching her. It didn't bother him that it was another wizard bringing her pleasure; it was hot as fuck to watch. Marcus had never really considered himself a voyeur before. Though, during his Quidditch days, he'd been involved in a few sexual experiences that had more than the usual two people. Marcus wondered if Hermione would be interested in such a thing. Of course, having a threesome or more with him and his friends should probably wait until Marcus has had the opportunity to shag her one on one.
Theo moved down to kissing and nipping Hermione's neck. She threw her head back, groaning, and rhythmically moving on Theo's lap. Marcus felt himself getting hard and moaned. Hermione whipped her head to look at him, hearing his moan.
"Don't stop on my account," Marcus smiled. "You look so hot."
Hermione blushed and extracted herself from Theo. The other wizard looked none too pleased.
"I have to get going," Hermione explained. "Adrian is coming over at seven and I need to…get cleaned up."
"I'll see you tomorrow morning in Hogsmeade," Theo stood and nodded.
"Want to meet at eight instead of nine and have breakfast?" Hermione asked.
"That would be wonderful, Mi," Theo responded, grinning. He pulled their witch in for a hug. She gave him a sweet kiss on the lips before turning to Marcus.
"Come, princess," Marcus invited, tucking the small witch under his arm, close to his body. "I'll walk you to the Floo."
Marcus held her as tightly as he could, while still allowing them to walk. He inhaled deeply. He loved her scent. It was light and floral without being too clingy and girly.
"I can't imagine I'd be any use at Hogwarts, and I have some work I have to get done," Marcus sighed. He would like to go just to be near his princess. "But I am free Friday afternoon."
"Then I will see you on Friday," Hermione smiled. "I'm looking forward to our date."
"Mmmm, me too, princess," Marcus rumbled in his low, sexy voice. All too soon they were at the Floo. Hermione gave him a soft kiss on the lips that did not last nearly as long as Marcus thought it should.
"Good night, Marcus." Hermione waved as she stepped through the Floo.
Marcus returned to the library. He had a concern that he wanted to run by Theo.
"Want to go out to the pub?" Theo asked when Marcus arrived. Theo had almost finished packing up.
"Sure, I could use a pint," Marcus sat at the table. "That Bronwyn witch came on to me before she left. It was disturbing."
"She's horrid," Theo said, making a sour face.
"Hermione's a passionate witch, isn't she?" Marcus leaned back in his chair, a knowing grin on his face.
"Most definitely," Theo smiled, looking wistful. "I noticed you took quite a long time to show her to the loo earlier and to arrange what turned out to be a basic tea that wouldn't merit such a long errand."
"How do you think I know she's so passionate?" Marcus smirked. Then his brow furrowed.
"Problem?"
"I…I don't know," Marcus said. He wasn't sure how to voice his concern. He couldn't decide if he was just being ridiculous. "I don't know if she likes me."
"Likes you?" Theo looked surprised. "Of course she likes you. Why would you think she doesn't like you?"
"When we were in the loo and she reached that pivotal moment, her magic discharged and threw me back against the door," Marcus reported, brow still furrowed.
"You know her magic is off and it is going to be off until the rituals are over."
"I know, I know," Marcus sighed, frustrated. "But, was that evidence that maybe her magic doesn't like me? It pushed me away. What if her magic doesn't think I'm a viable Ancillary?"
Theo sighed and shook his head.
"None of us know what's going to happen in that last ritual," Theo said, looking sad. "I wish we had some idea, but we don't. We have the next three weeks, that's it. Even if one or two of us are chosen, what about the other two? If it's me and you for example, Ades and Draco will be crushed. Maybe I am assuming too much about how they feel. I would be crushed. They would at least be extremely disappointed."
"So we better make the best of our time." Marcus nodded. It was a depressing train of thought to follow. Marcus wanted to be picked, of course, but these other blokes were his mates. He didn't want them to be broken up. "Let's not worry too much about something we can't control."
"And spend quality time with Hermione while we can," Theo grinned. "So, in the loo? That's classy, Marcus."
"I didn't shag her in the loo," Marcus defended. "When I do shag her it will be in a proper place."
Theo laughed and the two wizards headed out to find Draco to see if he wanted to join them for a pint.
Next - Adrian
