A/N: Heeyy! got ourselves a double update. Mostly cause I was bored… Anyway, I just had to clear something up. In my last author's note, I mixed the years up. My story is set in the fifth year. So enjoy :D

Black and Yellow

"You're a prefect? Nooooo!"

"Honestly Harp, no need to be so dramatic. I'm sure you can at least get inside the castle yourself", my sad excuse for a best friend said with his signature eye-roll.

"Ugh. I hate you"

"I love you too. Now off you go. Find your other furry little friends"

Seeing as I had no choice, I started searching for my other friends, the ones who were actually in my own house. "Harper! Over here you blind girl!"

After a necessary eye-roll at her choice of insult, I turned around to see one of my closest friends, after Marcus. Meet Ada Pettitt. Probably the nicest person you'll ever meet. Her short golden hair and pixie like face often attracted the other gender, but our dear Ada was often oblivious to their advances. With a usual kind smile on her face, she said, "Come on then. I guess you're stuck with me for dinner."

I smiled back at her and looked over her head, looking for our other friend, Samara Gorman. Ada probably saw me looking for her, so with a small chuckle she explained, "Sam's with Cyrus. She always is now. Even on the train, couldn't stop talking about him. I honestly can't decide if it's annoying or endearing."

"Probably the former. Now come on, or we'll miss the carriages. I'm honestly in no mood for Filch's whining", I said while pulling her towards the Thestrals. If you're wondering, yes, I can see them. But it's really not because of some dramatic and horrific event. My grandfather got extremely sick when I was six, and I happened to be in the same room as him when his heart stopped beating. Anticlimax? Probably. But I preferred it that way. After climbing inside the carriage, I looked at Ada expectantly. "What is it? Do I have something on my face?"

"Ada, my darling, wonderful friend", I said with a devious smile that would make Marcus proud, "It seems you're forgetting a certain bet we had?"

Groaning, Ada reached into her pocket and got out her Chocolate Frog card which had the Weird Sisters Dancing a little jig on it. You see we had a bet about whether or not Samara and Cyrus would get together or not. Victory was mine.

After a few more minutes of teasing each other and talking about our holidays, we reached the castle. Upon entering the Great Hall, I soaked in the feel of Hogwarts as much as I could. Sure it was hard sometimes when people would laugh at me about my house and never take me seriously, but Hogwarts was still and would always be my home. We quickly took our seats, while still trying to find Sam, and watched the sorting of the first years. The Headmistress, Professor McGonagall gave her usual speech and the feast finally began. "Do you reckon they're in some cupboard snogging their heads off?" I asked Ada from around the roast chicken I was stuffing myself with.

"Nice way to put it Harp. Really", said my pixie like friend with a reproachful look. "Sam can do whatever she likes."

"You didn't answer my question though. Well well, speak of the devil! And where have you been young lady?" I asked after spotting Samara coming towards us.

Samara Gorman was also an extremely nice girl. (Well we are in Hufflepuff, what do you expect?) Her fair skin, with a few freckles dotting her cheeks and her light brown eyes and auburn hair made her very aesthetically pleasing. Yes I actually said that.

Samara blushed a deep red and tried stammering out an excuse. Of course no one fell for it. "I told you she was snogging her head off", I said with an 'I-told-you-so' look to Ada.

"I was n-not snogging C-Cyrus!" Sam said, trying to look indignant but failing miserably because of how red she looked.

"Nobody said anything about Cyrus", Ada said stated with a raised eyebrow accompanied with a very accusing look.

"Stop trying to explain and just sit down. We're just teasing, calm down", I said after seeing her rather panicked expression.

As soon as our conversation started on our O.W.L's, however, I started missing the topic of Sam's extracurricular activities.

"Come on guys, we have some time till we actually have to give them, so until then can we please talk about something else?" I practically begged.

"Harp's right until then we can ju- Harper, isn't that Athena?"

I looked to where Sam had pointed and sure enough my beautiful owl was coming my way. She was a barred owl, and personally the best pet anyone could ask for. "Well hello darling. How are you today?" I said to Athena as she hopped to my arm.

She hooted in greeting and stuck her leg out. I took the letter and gave her a piece of bacon to nibble on. My owl took it gratefully and flew off to the Owelry, probably. I examined the paper and a smile immediately found itself onto my face. I looked towards the Slytherin table and saw Marcus throw a lazy smile my way. Opening it up I read Marc's neat cursive writing say;

Meet me in front of the Slytherin common room at 11:45 tonight. Try not to be late.

Smiling, I nodded to him and busied myself with my food. I could barely wait to have a proper conversation with him. In truth, I had missed him a lot during the summers. Sure we sent letters to each other, but it wasn't the same. I looked up from my plate to find Sam and Ada giving me knowing looks.

"Oh sod off will you!" I said with an eye-roll.

"We didn't even say anything!" Sam exclaimed.

"Yes, but I know what you were thinking."

In the beginning, they had been freaked out about Marcus, along with the whole school. I was a Hufflepuff, he was a Slytherin. Our friendship was unnatural and went against too many rules. One being the fact that he's from a pureblood family, I'm not. My mother is a wizard (a hufflepuff like meee) and so was my father (he died when I was 1 but I'm told he was a Ravenclaw) and my grandparents were wizards too. However, my Great Grandfather was a muggle. Another problem was our houses. He was a Slytherin, he was supposed to hate me, call me dumb and stupid. I was a Hufflepuff; I was supposed to be meek and too afraid to even go near a Slytherin. As a result, both of us went through problems. Marc was made fun of; they called him a blood-traitor (you'd think they would get over it after Voldemort) and didn't take him seriously. But he dealt with it. He has a reputation now. Nobody dares say anything to him unless they want their kneecaps on backwards. As for me, my fellow Black and Yellow's were extremely wary of me. They never said anything to me straight out, but I barely had any friends during first year. Then they got to know me and they realized that I was as much hufflepuff as them and not some snake in disguise. So people dealt with it. We're still known as being the funny pair, but now more in an endearing way rather than a mocking way. Some jackasses still think it's a good idea to pick on me, being the one who isn't a big threat to their bodily wellness. However, Marcus soon deals with them too. Samara and Ada were also wary, but now fully approve of Marcus (mostly after seeing him defend me after someone thought it was a good idea to hex me while my back was turned).

"We weren't thinking anything, we were just going to say be careful when you're sneaking out'', Sam said patiently.

Even though the Slytherin's and Hufflepuff's classes were always together (the least volatile pairing), I usually snuck out to meet up with Marc at night so my friends knew my habits by now.

"I know, I know. Hey, did anyone see the Weird Sisters perform at Diagon Ally in the summer?"

And so I steered the conversation away from our meeting and we talked about everything and nothing during the feast. However, the anticipation of seeing my BFF was still there and I honestly couldn't wait for 11:45.

A/N: So there we have it! Some bonding in the furry friends. Next chapter will be Slytherpuff bonding. Yippee. Please do review you have no idea how happy it makes me. See you next time.