A/N: Yo friends, I'm so so so so sorry for the screwy updates but, firstly I'm writing on two different laptops and secondly my exams are starting from Monday. *sigh* anyway, try to enjoy my rushed writing since I wanted to give you guys something to pacify you for the time being. Yes yes, it is sort of a filler. PREPARE TO SWOON AT THE HANDS OF CYRUS MCDREAMIE! *thunder claps in distance*
Reasons
"Bollocks."
"Don't swear, its not a nice habit!"
"See its from people like you that us Hufflepuffs get our stereotypes. That's barely even a swear word!"
I sighed, listening to Sam and Ada argue. Usually I would immediately join in, but the incident that took place a week and a half ago was still heavy in my mind. I had sobbed like an asthmatic donkey for a good one hour before composing myself and trying to get back to normal. He was acting like an arrogant toe rag and there was nothing I could do about it. However, losing my best friend put a constant damper on my mood these days. Sam and Ada were helpful, keeping me busy, always by my side, but still, I missed him, a lot. Suddenly, I felt a hand wrap around my arm and I was pulled up. Startled, I looked to see who it was and felt a smile break out upon seeing Cyrus. "You never struck me as the moping type Harper."
I gasped dramatically and yanked my arm from his grip and crossed my arms over my chest. "I am NOT moping!" I said indignantly.
Rolling his eyes, he pulled a smitten Sam to his side and said, "Yeah yeah. You better be coming to my Quidditch match Grey, I plan to beat those sons of voldemort snakes."
Tilting my head to the side, I thought it over in my head. "Oh no no no, you don't have a choice in the matter. I will grant you justice in the form of Marcus' broken broom."
Smirking, I ruffled his hair. "Is that a promise then?"
Huffing and trying in vain to fix his pprreeecciiouuss, he nodded. "You bet Harp."
(skip to the quidditch match)
"And another point for Slytherin! Both teams are tying, it could go either way."
I crossed my fingers and cheered along with everyone in the crowd. I was rooting for the Ravenclaw team along with Sam and Ada who were right beside me. Sam was cheering so loud, I felt like someone was drilling in my ears but I didn't say anything. She was excited for him, who was I to judge? "OH AND RAVENCLAW SCORE AT THE LAST MINUTE! THEY'VE WON AND ARE MOVING ON TO THE NEXT MATCH WITH GRYFFINDOR!"
That snapped me out of my thoughts and soon everyone was rushing on to the quidditch pitch. I was right along with everyone when suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder. I felt myself being pulled behind the stands and as soon as the pressure left my shoulder, I spun around to see who it was. I had a guess. I wasn't wrong. I narrowed my eyes at Marcus and crossed my arms over my chest, and silently observed him. He was slightly sweaty from qiudditch, his usually flawless hair kind of disheveled. His arms were limp at his sides but the most prominent thing were the bruises under his eyes. He looked like he wasn't sleeping at all, and that was crazy since sleep for him was almost as his hair. "Harp…" he said in a tired voice.
Still, I was silent.
He ran his hand through his hair, a nervous habit, and hung his head. I saw, with no little amount of worry, that he was breathing hard and… were those? No they couldn't be. Marcus couldn't be crying. Marcus NEVER cried. Not even when his dad tried to Imperius him into becoming the perfect Slytherin. "Harp, I messed up so bad. I'm so confused and so- so scared. I cant lose you but… hes just gone crazy! You need to understand, please Harper," it started off quite, shaky, but now he was looking at me with desperate eyes, almost crazed.
I hesitated. i couldn't help it. I had imagined when I would talk to him, I would slap him like Rose's mother apparently did to Scorpius's father, but looking at him now, my best friend instincts were off the chart. "What do you mean?" I said in such a quite voice, I wondered if he even heard. He perked up, looking sort of like a puppy and I felt myself melt even further after seeing the gratefulness in his deep green eyes.
He cracked a watery smile and nodded hard. I inwardly sighed, hoping I wasn't being an idiot…
A/N: HMMMMMM.. I wonder if his reason is big enough that Harper can forgive him… Who is the 'he' Marc was talking about? Guess we'll find out next time 3 OMG GUYS, I found(more like my brother found this band) and fam, I. am. In. love. Go check them out, the name is HIPPO CAMPUS. Don't forget to review, this time, since Marcus was rejected for being a jerk, my cinnamon roll Cyrus will give you a kiss.
Cyrus: I will?
Me: yep *whispers in ear* play along!
Cyrus: um, okay. *Turns to face you* Well then come on sweetheart, press the button and you'll get a taste of real Ravenclaw talent. *winks and smirks*
Sam: I HEARD THAT. NO KISSES FOR A MONTH!
Cyrus: crap.