I guess that’s what you could call it.
The Slytherin common room was pretty much what Percy had expected, a fireplace in the same place as it was in the Griffindoor common room. Black leather couches were spread around the room, apparently Slitherins took privacy way more seriously than the Griffindoors. The small secluded sections in the corners of the room were way bigger than the ones the Griffindoor had, everything was covered in green, silver and black. Some off the corners were cut off by curtains and Percy wasn’t sure if whoever built it like this had known that those were probably not used for secret political discussions but rather for the snogging sessions of horny teenagers.
The large room was empty, and Percy had the sneaking suspicion that they had been standing in front of the entrance so long because Marcus knew when the room would clear out. They had been moving towards one off the two large doors that were placed on the wall opposite the main entrance. The doors were both made off black hardwood and Percy assumed that one lead to the girls While the other led to the boys dormitory. Marcus leads them towards the left door, while Percy stayed close behind him. When they reach the door Marcus takes his Hand and turns back to Percy to say “its gonna be dark in my the room but you can just hold onto my hand and I’ll lead you to my …” he pauses for a moment seaming to think
“to my part of the room “ he turned back around to open the door and Percy finds it amusing that the rough, tough usually terrifying quidditch bully, seamed to be so careful with his words now. But the same slithering boy is leading him down this Slytherin hall way, the dozen doors on the side probably leading to the other bedrooms. And by Circe, he must be insane to follow some-, no forget that, THIS guy into the literal snake pit, but for some incomprehensible Reason the warm strong hand holding his gave him the feeling that maybe this was okay, maybe he deserved this after everything that happened this year. Screw it! he deserved this after the sixteen years off life he’s had to go through. This would be okay, just for tonight.
Marcus wouldn’t be here next year anyway.
And no one would ever find out.
The room really was dark when they stepped into it, Percy’s hand still laid in Marcus’s, he could feel scars and calluses on his fingers and even on his palms. Oliver would always complain about how his hands would hurt after lost games but his hands were not as rough as Flints.
He had expected to trip at least over something on their way through the dark room, but either Marcus knew exactly where to step or Slytherin boys, even the rowdy rude athletic ones were more inclined to keep their rooms clean.
There were muffled sounds coming from the corners off the room where Percy suspected the other inhibiters beds to be. His head had turned into the direction of the sounds, but he snapped back forward as soon as he heard rustling, that was too close to have been anyone but Marcus.
Percy could feel the other boy lower onto what was probably his bed. He decided in that moment that if all this had been some elaborate ploy to embarrass him, he wouldn’t care. Who were they to make him feel bad for wanting to have one good night. In this moment he didn’t want to think off any negative outcomes or repercussions that this could have even if it was stupid, he would just let go of all of this tonight.
The fabric off the curtains surrounding the slithering beds were soft, definitely made off a different fabric than the ones in the griffindoor dorms. The fabric, which Percy suspected to be some sort off silk brushed over the sides off his face and arms as he climbed after Marcus onto the bed.
Heard the curtains fell shut behind him. His notion off suspecting slitherins to be more private, proved correct once more as he could feel the heavy old magic that had been woven into the curtain's fabric stopping any noise from outside undoubtedly better that any Muffliato would ever be able to.
“Maybe you slitherins are smarter than us Griffindoors, all off us had to learn silencing spells to get any privacy during our first years” and after receiving a gratifying chuckle as answer to his quip and a “what were you 11 year olds doing that you needed silencing spells”. Marcus tone definitely implied that he was amused by the idea off a bunch of nervous Grifindoor first years, to afraid to jerk of in their dorm rooms, sneaking into the library and shamefully looking up silencing spells. Percy, of course would not stand for such deformation of his and his fellow Grifindoor housemates characters so, he whispered his response, in what was admittedly, a bit of a snippy tone “ If you’re implying that trying to not get caught… crying yourself to sleep is a scandalous action then, yes it was quite scandalous”.
Before Marcus could get a word in he continued speaking in the same hushed voice as before asking the question he’d thought about since they had sat down. “do the spells also silence us to the outside”. “Yes, they do” was Marcus answer although Percy wasn’t sure if the exaggerated whisper, it had ben delivered in had been necessary, so he rolled his eyes in lure.off an appropriate retort and left his wand in his robe pocked.
They sat in the middle off the bed facing each other in the dim light, Percy could smell broom polish, something that smelled suspiciously like Oliver’s muggle deodorant and something that was probably some weird old pureblood perfume.
His hands went to feel to soft fabric under his crossed legs. He couldn’t make the fabrics colors out, but he was pretty sure that it was in the greys and whites of the Falmouth Falcons.
Oli would probably jump off the astronomy tower had he seen his best friend like this. On These stupid fanboy sheets. Way to close to a boy Percy was sure had tried to nock his books out off his hands at least fifteen times when he was eleven, granted that had stopped during his third year, and Marcus had left him alone since then, unless he got to involved in his countless disputes with other students. But by Morgana, he should really pull away right now.
They were so close to each other that Percy could feel the mattress dip when Marcus leaned forward subtracting even more inches from the already small space between them. Marcus's voice was breathy, and Percy wasn’t sure if he’d imaged the slight stutter in his breathing when he asked, “is this okay…?” He was looking for a response in Percy’s eyes. Meanwhile his hands had joint Percys on the sheets and he could feel Marcus fingers brush against his right hand, his gaze had flickered down to look at them for a second before he looked back up and their eyes caught. “Yeah..” his voice so quiet that for a moment he wasn’t even sure he’d said the word out loud but when a moment later Marcus chapped lips touched his own he knew that no matter what the case was, the other had understood. The kiss was barely one at all, only a light press of lips before the black-haired boy pulled away from him.
Percy couldn’t help but huff out a small laugh “I guess that’s what they call Slytherin cowardess” he hadn’t meant to be mean but for a moment he could see Marcus's furrow, he however didn’t see if his facial features had changed much in that regarded since he’d leaned forward to press his lips against the others before such had time to say anything.
Their mouths were warm in a way that didn’t feel uncontrollable or clammy, Percy wasn’t sure how long they had stayed that way before he brought up a Hand to Marcus’s face to guide him through different angles. Marcus had brought his own hand up, the other resting on Percys arm which’s hand was still tangled in the grey sheets below them and the other came to rest above the one Percy had laid on Marcus's cheek, only to slide down to softly wrap around his wrist.
Percy huffed another laugh into the kiss when he felt the other boys hand shake slightly. He could feel Marcus pull away slightly and for a moment he was scared that the other had taken it as an insult. But when he opened his eyes, he could hardly see any anger or indignation on the others face instead he could only see an expression that hadn’t seen before not even Alex had looked at him like that.
When Marcus leaned forward this time it was hardly hesitant, instead it felt eager more rushed, this time percy leaned back to let Marcus take the lead although he could tell that the other was still nervous from his movements. Percy had never expected to think off rough, shaky hands as attractive. he let himself fall back onto the bed making Marcus follow him down, one arm resting beside Percy’s head, to steady himself in his leaning position and the other somewhere beside his own at his waist. Marcus was leaning over him their breathing intermingling and succumbing to the same rhythm.
He wasn’t surprised to discover that his mind had gone completely blank when the kiss depends on, and both of their open mouths slotted together and in the heat off the moment neither really minded the omens when their teeth clacked of scraped were they shouldn’t.
And after they had found a rhythm that worked for them. Percy had come to the conclusion that he could’ve done this for the rest off the night, or very early morning. To bad that, that was the same moment that Marcus decided to pulled away. Percy couldn’t do anything other than to chase after him, his mind was still blissfully empty when he opened his eyes to look at Marcus, his face was flushed not the way it was after a hard practice or a difficult game but in a way that Percy hadn’t seen before, his mouth was slightly agape both off their breathing was still faster than usual.
Percy couldn’t help but try to commit the others face to memory, the way his elides were lowered the look in his eyes, trying to figure Percy out like he was a particularly difficult puzzle or rather a difficult quidditch play. He had a scrape under his right eye he had half a mind to reach out to touch it but the memory off Oliver bragging about one off the twins probably Fred beating a Bludger into“Flints“ face made him reconsider and then, throw the idea into his imaginary trash can. That Train off thought made him wonder when Marcus had become Marcus instead of flint.
Marcus had led his eyes wander over Percy’s face before he finally said something “shit, Percy… are you still drunk “Percy furrowed his eyebrows, was he? His mind felt as woozy as it had earlier at the party, but he couldn’t tell if the current perpetrator for that, was still the booze or it had become the kiss. He was sent with the only thing he was sure off right now “I don’t know” Marcus only snorted dropping his head between his shoulders before he moved to get off Percy before laying down beside him. Percy couldn’t help but blabber the first thing that popped into his head “that bad huh? “. The dark-haired boys face froze for a moment “what?” His brows furred as understanding flittered over his face “No- that’s not-“ he pressed is lips together. Percy had sat back up his legs crossed and his elbows on his knees, he was very glad that Marc’s chose to ignore the slight swaying that came with his movement. “I just don’t think I’d want to do anything tonight that you’d regret tomorrow “. Percys how his mind seamed to be flowing above his as he leaned back to rest against the bed's headboard.
That was the moment that Marcus decided to follow Percy’s movements And they ended up beside each other leaning against the beds head Bord the heat of the others bodies noticeable in all the places they were touching. nothing but breathing filling the silence. Until a hitched breath from Marcus cut through the air air, and Percy almost had to laugh at the fact that all he had done to earn that reaction was to lay his head onto the others shoulder.