Marcus was impressed, the more he thought about Harrys plan the more impressed he became, and even Montague had been wide eyed when he had learned of the trio's deception. It didn't help that the more he thought about the plan the more he wanted his little bride. Harry had resumed eating with him on the assigned days and had even resumed taking his lessons in the Slytherin common room.
When the announcement was made that a Halloween ball was to take place Marcus had smirked. "You will attend the ball with me my sweet." He stated during dinner making Harry look at him with a raised eyebrow.
"Is that a question or a demand Flint?" Harry asked as he tilted his head. Marcus was about to reply when Ginny Weasley stormed over.
"I have had enough of this Harry Potter!" She stated furiously. "You," she pointed at Marcus, "are going to leave us decent people alone death eater, and you" she pointed at Harry, "are going to man up and go with me to the ball and stop eating with the death eaters and talking with them as if they are your friends." She stated as she folded her arms.
"Well, get up and go sit at the Gryffindor table and wait for me like a good boyfriend!" She demanded and Harry let out a sigh as he looked at her.
"Ginny, I've told you several times before. You are not my type, and I am not now, nor have I ever dated you." Harry stated as if talking to a small child. "I like eating with the Slytherin's just like I like eating with the Ravens and puffs. Now go sit back with your friends and gossip about whatever it is you gossip about and leave me alone."
"Everybody knows were meant to be together Potter! It's a well-known fact that Potter men like girls with red hair!" She snarled at him, and Harry gave her a look that plainly called her insane.
"Ginny, my mother had red hair, my grandmother had black hair, and in point of fact most of the Lady Potters had black hair. As far as I know there has only been two Lady Potters with red hair and both were centuries apart and I have no idea where you would get the idea that anybody cares about hair color." Harry stated rolling his eyes.
"Ginny!" Ron stated as the girl opened her mouth to retort. "Go back and sit with your friends, I've told you before to get rid of those delusions you have about marrying Harry, for Merlin's sake mums told you to leave him alone!"
"Shut up Ronald! He's mine, were going to marry and that is all there is to it!" Ginny stated heatedly.
"Where in the hell do you people get the idea that I am property? I don't belong to anyone!" Harry stated in irritation. "Ginny, you could never handle me; I'm not a nice person. I enjoy mind games, and I love a good battle of wits, something you clearly don't have much of. I don't love you, hell; I don't even really know you. You're my best friend's sister that is all. Now if you don't mind Flint was about to properly ask me to the ball." Harry stated as Ginny left in a huff of fury.
"So, Flint, were you asking or telling me that I'm going with you." Harry asked turning to the older male.
"Telling." Marcus stated evenly as Harry turned to Montague.
"Mortaga, would you like to accompany me to the Halloween ball? It seems I don't have a date." Harry stated sweetly making Marcus growl.
"I would love to, but as you can imagine I would rather not wake up and find my body and soul have disconnected due to a rusty blade being plunged into my chest." Montague stated with a smirk.
"Coward." Harry stated with a pout. "Very well, Mia has Ron asked you yet?" Harry asked innocently to which the girl smirked and shook her head.
"Then would you please not be a coward and fear the wrath of a dastardly Slytherin and your boyfriend and accompany me to the ball?" Harry asked with a sweet smile.
"Since you asked and Ronald still has not, I would love…" She began but was interrupted.
"No, you don't scar-head! Hermione will you please turn scar-head over there down and go to the Halloween ball with me?" Ron asked sending glares at Harry.
"Sorry Mr. Potter, I'm afraid I must take the cowards way out and agree to go with Mr. Weasley who was so kind to ask me."
"That's alright Miss. Granger, I understand, Mr. Weasley is a very inept date and will need all the help he can get. If you will excuse me, I must now wonder the lonely path to the Ravens." He stated as he stood up and dodged Marcus's hand as it reached for him only to come back with a dejected look after talking to Luna.
"No such luck I take it?" Hermione questioned.
"It would appear that the rouge Neville Longbottom has beaten me to it. I fear I shall never find a date to the ball." Harry stated and Hermione grinned.
"Why don't you show Mr. Flint how to properly ask someone to the ball?" Hermione asked pleasantly making Markus scowl deeper.
"I get it, fine. My sweet come with me to the ball." He stated before tacking on a please.
"Nope, don't think I will." Harry stated with a laugh as Marcus scowled at him.
"Why not?"
"I have not yet gone through all of my options Mr. Flint, and since asking me was too much trouble for you then agreeing is too much trouble for me." He stated before looking aver at Daphne.
"Greengrass, will you come to the ball with me?" He asked making Daphne roll her eyes as she avoided eye contact with Marcus.
"Are you trying to upset Flint Potter?" She asked and Harry smiled and nodded.
"Very well, as your Slytherin confidant it is my duty to help you in that endeavor. Pick me up at seven and don't be late." Daphne stated before turning back to her conversation.
"I wouldn't dream about being late, I like my body parts attached thank you." Harry called and Hermione laughed as Ron grinned.
"Harry." Marcus stated his voice low and filled with danger. "This is a dangerous game you're playing my sweet."
"Then you should have asked me instead of thinking you can order me around." Harry stated as the trio stood up. "I'm off to bed." He stated before leaving.
"Greengrass." Marcus called, his voice held malice and danger.
"Yes Flint?" She asked sitting stiffly.
"Are you trying to earn my wrath you foolish girl?" He asked as he turned his dark eyes to her.
"Better I go with him than someone who would try to take advantage." Daphne stated evenly.