Marius paced up and down his dormitory, breathing heavily, trying with all his might not to do something characteristically stupid.
Just keep calm and you'll be fine.
He and Cosette had been dating for quite a long time now. It had been the best time of Marius' life, it truly had; both of them were completely in love with the other, their whole lives had been changed by their partner, neither could ever imagine for just a second what life would be like with someone else.
Anyway, they had been dating for a really long time now, neither of them had ever been with anyone else before, and so they had decided that they wanted to be each others first time. All Marius' friends had teased him about how ridiculously innocent his relationship with Cosette was, to be fair they might have been right, it was stupid when you compared it to most people in their year. But on the other hand, saving yourself for the right person wasn't necessarily a bad thing in Marius' opinion. Take Courfeyrac, he'd never actually been in love, despite him having had more relationships than was deemed healthy (in fact, Marius really didn't want to know how old Courfeyrac had been when he lost his virginity).
Courfeyrac! The thought made Marius jump slightly. What if he came back while he and Cosette were...
Feeling his stomach turn, Marius rushed over to his friends four poster bed, examining once again the timetable pinned above Courfeyracs bed.
Ever since their third year of Hogwarts, Courfeyrac had created 'the timetable'. It was basically a colour coded, hand written chart of Courfeyracs many girlfriends and when he saw them on a weekly basis. In fact Marius was pretty sure that Courfeyrac pays more attention to this timetable than the one for the different subjects.
Not to mention, the fact that he had felt the need to give all of the group a copy, so that they knew when he needed privacy.
But on the other hand that had brought some humour, especially that time, when Courf had attached it to one of Enjolras' papers with a permanent sticking charm.
Marius shook his head, refocusing his attention of the row marked Thursday. A full set of names filled that row, which was why Marius and his girlfriend had chosen to do it today; Courfeyrac was busy all day, at that moment apparently he was busy with 'Leah' not that Marius had any idea who she was.
But in addition to this, Jehan had gone to the library to do some extra research and notes on charms, meaning that he should be gone for a few hours.
So with any luck...
"Marius,"
He jumped at the voice, and turned to see his angel standing in the doorway, looking more beautiful than Marius ever thought it was possible for a person to look.
He swallowed, taking a second to stare at the floor. What if he screwed this up?
He raised his head, about it say something, when he realised that Cosette was now standing right next to him, her hand entwined in his. Marius could see his own fear and uncertainty reflected in her eyes, but along with it was love. Such adoration and trust, which Marius knew he had never done anything worthy enough to deserve.
But he felt exactly the same as Cosette; he trusted her completely.
Slowly they started to kiss. Slowly at first, as they always did, before becoming more and more passionate. The experience was different, exciting, and the two of them wanted more.
Marius had no idea how they ended up lying on the bed next to each other, but once he was, there was nothing in the world that could distract him from the unearthly creature before him.
For a while the two of them just lay there, staring at each other, trying to memorise each perfect detail of the others body.
Finally Cosette moved closer, her arm brushing against his arms
Marius seemed unable to keep a constant train of thought.
His hand coming to rest of her delicate hip.
Drinking in every perfect bit of her flawless being.
So beautiful.
XXX
Combeferre climbed the spiralling marble staircase alone, returning to his common room to study for his free hour, after already spending his lunchtime in the library.
To his surprise, he saw a familiar face outside his common room entrance.
"... Would you like to go out with me? I mean it's a hard time for me, I could really use a friend right now."
The girl in question looked close to tears, as she looked up into the sincere brown eyes of the boy next to her.
Typical.
Combeferre wouldn't have put it past Courfeyrac to invent a traumatic experience just to get a girl, he just wouldn't have thought that he had the acting skills to pull it off. But apparently he was wrong, the Ravenclaw mused as the Gryffindor girl scurried away.
"Nice," Courfeyrac smiled smugly to himself, as Combeferre approached him " Must try that one again- on someone with smaller teeth,"
"Courfeyrac, have you ever heard of inner beauty?"
"Well, yeah," The Hufflepuff smirked as he spotted his friend "but casual sex really works better if both people involved are hot," he said casually leaning back against the wall, giving Combeferre a suggestive look.
"Courfeyrac what the hell are you doing?"
He grinned wider "Seducing you with my eyes!"
"Please stop,"
"Why? Don't fight it! You know we're meant to be, I mean, how can you resist this sexy?" Courf mocked.
Huffing, his friend merely replied "Seriously Courfeyrac, did you want something, or were you just trying to have sex with everyone who comes down this corridor?"
"... Well I'm not opposed to the latter, but no there is a reason," the Hufflepuff replied, his tone suddenly business like.
Combeferre waited.
"Do you not know!?" Courfeyrac demanded, looking crestfallen.
"Should I?"
"Er, yes! It my time to get off with Daisy!"
Combeferre sighed, all feelings of guilt gone.
"How can you not know this? I gave you a coppy of the timetable!"
"Yes and I burned it!" The Ravenclaw said defensively, at his friends irritated face.
"I put a lot of hard work into that," Courfeyrac muttered to himself, causing Combeferre to snort.
"Anyway, I still don't see why you're hear, I mean, if you're- er- scheduled to, em... then what are you not... doing it?" The sandy haired teen questioned, getting steadily redder and redder.
"Well she's a Ravenclaw... so she's in Ravenclaw tower... which is through here," The Hufflepuff motioned to the shiny wooden door, looking embarrassed "and, well-"
"You can't answer the riddle, can you?" Combeferre asked with raised eyebrows.
"Not as such."
Combeferre merely rolled his eyes, checking he had all the books he needed as he did. Before approaching the door and knocking the bronze door knocker three times. The instant he did the bronze metal began to move, it's shining beak, twisting to form the words of a riddle.
"Give me food, and I will live; give me water, and I will die. What am I?"
"Fire," he answered without hesitation, he'd figured it out quickly the previous afternoon, and apparently the riddle hadn't been changed.
Courfeyrac bounded in ahead of Combeferre as the door swung open, Courfeyrac seemed perfectly at home in all four house common rooms.
Yawning slightly, Combeferre sat down heavily on one of the armchairs, rifling through his books, trying to figure out which ones he'd need that afternoon.
"What have you got next Courf?" The Ravenclaw asked absently.
In response Courfeyrac pulled out a timetable from his pocket, examining it quickly.
"Well, as you know, I've come here after seeing Leah, I'm about to, em... spend some time with Daisy. And after that I'm pretty sure that Ava will want another go at-"
"Wrong timetable, Courf! Wrong timetable! I meant what lessons have you got next!" Combeferre practically shouted, thankfully cutting his friend off.
"Oh right," his friend replied, grinning at Combeferres flustered expression "I don't have anymore lessons today; it's Thursday! You know how I spend Thurday..."
"J-just go," Combeferre grumbled, trying to expel the images that were flashing through his mind.
"Don't mind if I do," Courfeyrac winked at his friend, before disappearing up the marble staircase to the dorms.
The Ravenclaw shook his head, half a smile on his lips, he really needed to find some new friends...
"I'm dying!" Came a rasp, behind the bespectacled Ravenclaw, as if to encourage Combeferre to find some other people to hang around with.
"We're all dying," he remarked in a monotone, there was no need for Combeferre to look up to see who had spoken.
"Yes, but I'm dying imminently"
Combeferre looked up half heartedly.
Joly a standing behind him, his eyes wide with fear, sweat covering his pale forehead, breathing heavily as though he'd just run a marathon.
Without hesitation, the other Ravenclaw yanked open the paving slab like book, and began flicking feverishly through it, searching his symptoms.
Combeferre couldn't resist smiled slightly as he watched his friend do this. It wasn't that he thought Joly did it for attention, or anything like that, but after he frequent 'illnesses' (and they really were frequent: Combeferre had lost count in their first year) it had become a little harder to take the brown haired boy seriously.
Combeferre was snapped out of his thoughts by Jolys terrified voice, as he recited his symptoms.
"Insomnia! Headaches! H-hot flushes!"
"Menopause?" Combeferre enquired innocently.
"Combeferre, this is serious!" Joly pleaded "I want you to check me again!"
"Oh, Joly! I just-"
"Please!"
Exasperated, Combeferre placed a hand on his friends forehead, his temperature was fine, just the same as his pulse, when he checked that as well.
"Joly, you're fine, everything's normal,"
"B-but, but," the boy stammered looking close to tears.
Sensing an on coming panic attack, Combeferre reached into his bag, being Jolys dorm mate, as well as the 'dad' of the group, he was always prepared for the hypochondriacs antics. He quickly handed his friend a paper bag.
"Joly, just breathe okay, you're not going to die," Combeferre reasoned trying his best to reduce his friends heart rate, as the other snatched the paper bag, and made a desperate attempt and regular breathing.
The wisest thing for Joly to do was to try to relax a bit, otherwise he would be struck down by the heart attack that Combeferre was sure was heading his way.
He was about to tell Joly this, when they were interrupted by a sound not dis-similar to a dying whale, coming from the dormitories as Courfeyrac reappeared looking a little more than put out.
"She wasn't even there! She bloody stood me up! Can you believe that?"
He slumped down onto one of the comfy blue sofas, slinging his bag to the floor. Before shooting Joly, who was now breathing in and out of the bag so fast that he looked in danger of choking, a strange look.
"Er, what's up with him?" Courfeyrac asked, eyeing the other carefully.
"He's dying."
"Again?"
Combeferre gave a non committal grumble, as he reached to snatch the bag away from his friend.
"For goodness sake, Joly, don't inhale it!"
"Bu-but, library... Deathhhh, says- I-Illness-" as Joly began he standard post-panic-attack babbling, Combeferre could see Courfeyrac zoning out of their conversation.
"And-I-don't-know-what-to-do-and-I'm-going-to-die! -And-dragon-pox-and-spattergroit-and-" Jolys whines seemed to merge into one long, high-pitched drone, as Combeferre felt his attention span quickly diminishing.
"Yeah, you will not believe this!" Courfeyrac said, sitting up from his chair, bolt upright interrupting the others conversation. But they were quite used to this by now "I had nothing to do before lunch, okay, so you that Gryffindor girl?"
"Oh well, 'that Gryffindor girl' really narrows down our choices," Joly snapped, still irritable from his 'traumatising disease' though Courf seemed unaware of his tone.
"Rose, the red-head, she plays Gryffindor chaser,"
"Rose Weasley," Combeferre enquired, only half paying attention. Thank God Enjolras wasn't here, any mention of the Weasleys sent him into an annoyed rant, as he basically considered them to be Potters. Though Combeferre agreed that James Potter was an arrogant little child who delighted in humiliating, and discriminating others, but as far as Combeferre knew, his cousin, Rose Weasley, seemed okay. But either way it would be best to keep it from Enjolras to avoid a second battle of Hogwarts.
"Yeah, well she is hot, and we were alone in the library-"
"You were in the library!" Joly asked incredulously, but Courf took no notice.
"So I went over, said hello, and whatnot," Courf said his eyes wide "I used some of my best lines... and do you know she says?" The dark haired boy looked at his two friends who had returned to their reading; stories of Courfeyracs failed attempts at getting a girlfriend had gotten boring after two minutes of meeting him.
"Hello?" Courfeyrac persisted, waving his hand in front of Combeferres face "I said, do you know what she said!?"
"What?" Ferre asked in an uninterested tone.
"Nothing that's what!" The dark haired boy looked around waiting for a reaction "Hello! I said she said nothing! She ignores me- and then, she runs off after Malfoy...MALFOY! As in the cocky Slytherin perv..." Still no reaction from his fellows "Combeferre? Hello, HELLO! Have I turned invisible? Can you hear me?"
"Nope, not a bit," Joly answered without looking up.
The Hufflepuff just stood there for a moment looking at his friends as though they had committed blasphemy, before shaking his head with a mildly disgusted look "Okay I'm so fucking done with you two, you're just weird!" He muttered as he grabbed up his bad and started towards the door to the common room.
Neither Joly or Combeferre made a move to stop him; they both knew that he wasn't really angry, and even if he was, he could never stay angry for long.
As if to prove them right a mocking voice made the two Ravenclaws to look up a there friend, now standing in the doorway to the common room "Well I'll see you two prudes tomorrow, when I'm better rested. I've got places to be, and people to do," Courfeyrac smirked, waggling his eyebrows in a ridiculous manner, before finally disappearing out the door, and therefore raising the average IQ of the room by 20%.
Joly stared after him, his face midway between being impressed and disgusted. "Tell me again why we are friends with him?"
Combeferre chuckled slightly "His natural wit and social graces."
"Oh, right, of course,"
XXX
"... and then she goes running after Malfoy!"
Marius looked up at the indignant voice of Courfeyrac, in time to see his two room mates enter the dorm.
Jehan gave Marius a small, uncomfortable smile, before positing himself at his desk, to write more poetry no doubt.
Courfeyrac just sighed slightly, before turning his eyes upon Marius, sat innocently on the bed. There was something mischievous and knowing about the look in his eye. No, he couldn't know, there was no way!
The dark hair boys smirk said otherwise as he sat himself down on his own bed, grinning even wider at Marius "So, Pontmercy, what have you been up to on this fine everything?"
"Nothing," the other replied as casually as he could.
Courfeyrac just grinned- if possible- wider, he looked like he was about to explode.
"Courf, what the-"
"You had sex, didn't you!"
"Courfeyrac!" Jehan gasped from his desk, looking embarrassed for his friend.
"How the hell did you know!" Marius demanded, not sure whether to be impressed or freaked out.
"Oh please!" Courfeyrac replied, waving his hand casually "It's me. I know these things! Sooo was it good? Did you do something wrong, oh you did, didn't you? What about Cosette? Any kinky habits you'd care to share? To be honest, I can't really imagine Cosette being the wild type but you never know, there was this one time when I-"
"Courf, fuck off! That's none of your business!" Marius managed to stutter, once he'd recovered from shock.
His dark haired friend opened his mouth, clearly about to disagree, before being silenced by a warning look from Jehan.
"An whatever, I have better things to do: need to go get ready, girl number 5 is coming up, and I plan on it being a long night if you know what I mean." Courfeyrac said smirking, as he walked into the bathroom, and began to prepare himself for his 'date'.
Jehan made no reply from the desk he was sat at, Marius muttered a half hearted "You're disgusting," before dragging his bag towards him. He had nothing better to do.
Flicking through his timetable, he let out a groan "Ugh look what we have tomorrow!" Marius' eyes scanned down the solid block of lessons "That's the worst day of the week!"
In the bathroom Courfeyrac nearly choked on his toothbrush "Are you fucking kidding me Pontmercy? Take a look at Tuesday, and say that again!"
"Hm, yeah Tuesday is pretty bad," Marius contemplated "What do you recon Jehan; worst day of the week?"
"Thursday." The boy replied, not even pausing from the poem he was writing, his back still to Marius.
The freckled boy looked up confused: Thursday was today. Thursday was a good day, they had the least lessons and the ones they did have were easy... What was there to dislike about Thursday?
"What?" Marius half laughed "Why?"
"Just don't like them." The boy replied shortly, continuing to scribble his poems furiously into his notebook.