Marcus was impressed, he had not expected Harry to actually come to his bed and give the red headed Gryffindor his, but Harry had done just that. "This means nothing." Harry stated as he slid beneath the covers, as the snores of the fifth-year red head filled the room.
"Whatever you say my sweet;" Markus grunted as one arm went around the petite waste to pull his young bride closer to himself. He fell into a contented sleep only to be awoken by a highly amused Mortaga Montague who smirked.
"I didn't think you would get him in your bed so soon." Montague stated with a soft laugh, his eyes dancing with mirth.
"Neither did I." Flint stated easily but was disinclined to move from the beauty he held.
"Well come on, if you don't get a move on you and your little bride are going to miss breakfast." Montague stated as he went to rouse the rest of their dorm mates.
"Wake up." Flint stated softly to the petite teen.
"Five more minutes Mia." Just as the brunet muggle born entered, seeing Harry still in bed she screeched.
"Harry James Potter, and Ronald Weasley get your ass's up right now or were going to be late to potions!" Both boys shot up like a light and tumbled from their beds, scrambling to get dressed, not seeing the smug look on the brunet's face as the Slytherin boys stood staring at the scrambling boys.
Harry tossed a shirt which Ron deftly caught, throwing back a sock. Nether boy had their eyes opened as they moved. The smug witch sat down in one of the chairs to watch before the two stopped, opened their eyes, and glared at her.
"Must you do that every time you cow?" Harry snarled before the witch stood up and narrowed her own eyes.
"Damn you! You stupid chit!" Ron called out; his voice as cold as ice.
"Well, if you two would get your lazy asses out of bed at a decent hour I wouldn't have to. You stupid immature harlots." She snapped back and before any of the seventh-year males knew what was happening both boys had jumped up and tackled the girl.
"Mud-blood!" Ron called out harshly.
"Weasel!" Hermione crowed back.
"Waste of space, good for nothing know-it-all!" Harry snarled from the tangle of limbs.
"Sleep deprived moronic scar head who can't tell his ass from his head!" Hermione shot back.
"Ron! Your girlfriend is insulting my ass again!" Harry said in a whiney voice.
"Hermione! That's a low blow, Harry has a lovely ass!" Ron stated before all three burst out into raucous laughter.
"Come on you two idiots, your heavy!" Hermione stated as they began to untangle themselves and get to their feet. "You have five minutes to get dressed before I take the coffee."
"You wouldn't." Harry stated with a look of horror on his face.
"Try me." Hermione stated and both boys scrambled to get ready.
"What the hell just happened?" Marcus demanded wide eyed.
"I woke them up." Hermione stated as she checked the clock. "Two minutes and you can say bye, bye coffee!" She said in a sing song voice as both boys came out, Harry was jumping on one leg to put his left shoe on, and Ron was putting his arm through his shirt. Both reached for a robe to put on, only they grabbed the wrong robe, noticing it wasn't theirs they tossed them to the other.
"One minute to spare, a record time." Hermione stated.
"You Miss. Granger are an evil witch." Harry stated seriously.
"Do you know what we do to dark witched Miss. Granger?" Ron asked with his arms crossed.
"Only if you can catch me!" Hermione called as she took off with the two Gryffindor boys giving chase.
"Don't lose her Ron!" Harry's voice rang through the common room as the seventh years followed the mayhem to find Hermione on one side of the couch and the boys on the other.
"My, you boys are slow this morning. Surely you don't think you can catch me! Ickle little Harrykins hasn't even had his coffee and Ronnie is wasting away from starvation." Hermione stated as the first spell came from Harry only for the witch to dive, bringing up her own wand and casting a spell, leaving both boys to roll out of the way.
Within moments spells were flying until the three were breathless and smiling. Hermione landed the first hit, and Ron was knocked back and tied up.
"Get her Harry!" he called from where he had fallen, a spectacle of Slytherin's had gathered to watch.
"What's wrong scar-head? Can't save your little boyfriend from a few spells?" She mocked as she cast another spell at Ron who let out a loud laugh.
"Torture him mud-blood, I'll give you your due, just you wait." Harry snarked back.
"Oh, I'm hurt; your insults do so sting." Hermione stated as she faked swooning giving Harry an open shot as he cast a tickling charm at her.
"I…I…give!" She hollered out through gales of laughter and Harry stood.
"Damn right!" He stated as he canceled the spells, his hair falling in his face making him grimace.
"Really Mia, pink hair? What did I ever do to you to deserve such a monstrosity?"
"So, breakfast?" Ron asked as he stood up, each linking arms as they moved from the snake's nest, leaving the Slytherin's stunned Marcus and the others followed after, staying silent as they listened to the three Gryffindor's talk.
"Pink of all that is unholy why pink?" Harry's voice demanded with a pout.
"Well, I couldn't very well do green, the last time you pranced around the common room like a loon for an hour, skipped breakfast and everything so that you could keep your hair that color for a bit longer, and really you can take it off any moment if it bothers you that much."
"Well, you should try something more original then, I mean you've used this spell three times this week alone, what happened to the hexes and the curses, couldn't you try some of those? Harry deadpanned.
"I could, but you never know, the Gryff's know better than to interrupt our battles. But the Slytherin's don't and what would have happened if a first year got hit by a stray hex? You want to explain that to McGonagall or worse to Snape?" Hermione stated with a shrug.
"Well, we wouldn't have to duel you if you wouldn't threaten all that is good and holy." Ron stated carelessly.
"Coffee is not all that is good and holy, really you two can't go one day without coffee?" She demanded and Harry and Ron shared a look before speaking in unison.
"No."
"Hopeless." Hermione stated as they made it to the great hall.
"So, who won todays battle?" Lee Jordan asked with a wide smile when they reached the doors.
"I did of course, Hermione was being an evil little witch and threatened the goodness that is coffee, and I had to stop her before she let such evil loose on the world." Harry stated solemnly. "She took Ron out first, poor block was so in love with her that he never saw her treachery coming, and I couldn't stop it." Harry stated with a pitiful look as the older Gryffindor's shoulders shook with suppressed laughter.
"The hair?" Lee asked when he was under control.
"I was hit, I was sure I was a goner, never even saw it coming, but I was able to pluck up the little strength I had left and disarm her. It was a very near call." Harry stated his face straight and his voice sad and sorrowful as he spoke.
"Damn, I feel your loss, Harry. We Gryff's shall mourn your loss and help defend Hogwarts against such evils as Coffee snatchers.
"You're a good man Lee; I knew I could count on you." Harry stated seriously as he walked into the great hall.
"Marcus, I think I may like your little bride." Montague stated once the Slytherin's had taken a seat. They watched the Gryffindor's antics from their own table; they had never paid attention to the Lion house before.
"So, are you taking your little bride to Hogsmeade this weekend?" Montague asked after a while.
"Nobody else is if they know what's good for them." Marcus stated after a moment. At dinner that day Marcus walked up to the Gryffindor table and peered down at Harry who looked up with amusement in his eyes.
"Can I help you, Flint?" Harry asked innocently.
"I wish for you to attend Hogsmeade with me this weekend my sweet." Marcus stated evenly.
"Sorry, I'm going with Ron and Hermione." Harry stated as he turned back to what he was doing, Marcus never saw the smirk on his face or even the glint in his eyes that would have warned him of trouble.