Different Perspective?
Chapter 4
Marcus hadn’t thought that this would ever happen, ever since he had been fifteen and he had caught the resident rule stickler making out with an exchange students, in one of Hogwarts endless hallways. The sight had been more confusing than anything professor Bins had ever tried to explain to his students. He had though Percy was dating Penelope Clearwater. The perfect prefect couple for perfect Percy, the Percy that was pressed up against a wall by one of the Durmstrang exchange students.
Getting his face sucked by a guy that looked like he would rather kill himself than associate with Weasley in public, he’d seen the judgmental looks and disgusted sneers that a lot off the Durmstrang students liked to throw around.
He wasn’t a hypocrite he knew he and his friends weren’t exactly friendly to the people those sneers were directed towards either, but he wouldn’t go around making them his dirty little secret either. He himself also didn’t really have a leg to stand on when talking about prestige, convection and status his family had lost most off their money and with that all the aforementioned attributes a long time ago.
He wouldn’t make fun of a Weasleys lack off money when he himself didn’t have any either but for some reason the skinny tall be speckled kid, he’d run into on his first day of his third year had vexed him from that moment on.
He had no clue how he had avoided the red head for the entire previous year but some things in their schedules made them cross paths now
and the thought off someone reading one off those pretentious rich people books that were about nothing other than complaining about how hard their lives in their million dollar mansions were, Percy had dropped the book when they had ran into each other and Marcus had caught the books Titel in his periphery vision, how the boy could look so snobbish, like he was better than everyone else while wearing, what were obviously hand me downs and reading book he was definitely not the first owner off, while holding his head high and looking down on everyone else baffled Marcus and it made him angry he could never look down on people at least not figuratively,
they all knew off his families lack off money and status they talked about it behind his back, they liked to gossip about his blood status as well, with troll blood in his veins even the muggle Borns could make fun of him.
These were just speculations but that didn’t affect how people looked at him. He was and would always be poor and off questionable birth and heritage and he behaved like i
Sure, he could be cruel, but he was never better, and he suspected that unless he was on the quidditch field he would never be a leader and he he had accepted that.
But then that bloody snotty Weasley had to appear acting like he was above status and money and looking down on Marcus who was trapped under the boots of those who had everything. The red head seamed to live somewhere above the rest of them no one’s snickers, or mean jokes could push this tosser off his high horse.
Two years passed and Marcus’s eyes stayed glued on the other boy, no one suspected it no one cared what he looked at but if someone saw him glance over at the Gryffindor table everyone just assumed he was glaring at Oliver wood, which was the case sometimes but not usually, usually his eyes searched for a spot of red hair not the copper or orange most of the Weasleys and other kids had, no, Percy’s hair was a darker red that Marcus had only ever seen in said boys mother, so he assumed it came from her side of the family.
He caught himself looking over there right now as well, after their encounter last night he had woken up with Percy gone, he hadn’t been worried that the others disappearance was because of anything that had happened the former night, neither had been particularly intoxicated after their escape from Snape and besides a few more kisses and a bit more touching, over the waist line and always over clothes there hadn’t been anything happening, and after what Marcus had caught Percy doing with another boy two years ago he wouldn’t be surprised if the other had gone a lot further before,
And contrary to what other might believe it had definitely been Marcus who had been stumbling over himself yesterday, he also wasn’t sure if he had imagined the little smirk on the other lips after Percy had undoubtedly noticed Marcus shaky hands.
Right now, there was no sign that a smirk like that was even possible on the other boy's face. Had his nose in some book and Oliver Wood had an arm draped over the red head like someone … like an asshole, Percy seamed either unbothered or extremely annoyed since tense shoulders and a stiff straight back were his natural disposition.
Marcus couldn’t help feeling a bit gleeful when Percy put his book down just to push woods arm of his shoulders, not that it held long because when Percy’s eyes flashed over only to meet Marcus’s, immediately catching him looking he picked the book back up to hide behind it now obviously, even if only to Marcus, to hide from Marcus and now he was a little bit worried.
His shifting emotions must have been visible on his face because Adrien, one of his roommates had been looking at him strangely for while, but apparently an annoyed “what?” Had benn enouth to make him shrug and return his attention to the plate in front of him.
He still couldn’t shake the nervousness that Percy’s behavior had caused.
He had been sure of what he had been doing yesterday but now he was second guessing if e had read all the others sings properly...
This wouldn’t be the first time Marcus had misunderstood Percy. Marcus still believed that Percy had a self importance that was situationally completely overblown it the best example had been when the boy had been made prefect and believed that everyone, he crossed paths with was to be aware of that but Marcus had assumed other things like the relationship between Percy and that Ravenclaw girl too as well as Percy’s general sexuality and therefor just another aspect of him that seamed to fit perfectly into the mood society wanted him to step into, one that Marcus would never fit and that he that always assumed was perfectly tailored for Percy, sure he had always been a bit girly but that wasn’t something that would deter him from forming a perfect high class wizard in family, he working in the ministry with a nice wife and children with teeth that looked to be straight out of a toothpaste commercial, it was a life that seamed like death to Marcus.
Marcus who if he didn’t make it in Quidditch would really not know what he was supposed to do in the Wizarding world sure he could become an Auror he had the pure physical abilities but growing up in the rough parts of London with no one but other poor and generally rowdy children had built up his distaste of the Feds within him to be comfortable with becoming a wizard cop, he would also never hear the end of it from his friends, both magical and not the about him becoming a part of law enforcement.
He hadn’t expected anything from last night, even after he figured out that Percy might not fit into the narrative everyone expected from him, which made him rethink a lot about what he had assumed about the smooth and arrogant façade that Percy, Marcus had realized, tried so hard to uphold.
He hadn’t expected Percy to fall into his arms to confess his undying love for Marcus with them running around the castle holding hands like boyfriends, he hadn’t wanted that there was nothing he could give Percy, their plans didn’t a-line, the both of them were generally not compatible. He didn’t know why he had approached Percy last night why he was having this stupid crisis over his breakfast biscuits.
He looked back up to the Gryffindor table Percy had already left the great hall and Marcus wished they had phones at Hogwarts so he could call his mother, the post delivery they offered for muggle Borns always took ages, he would write her a letter later anyway, she always worried to much. After writing the letter he would go to the quidditch pitch to clear his head and after that hopefully worked, he would think about what he was going to do about the red headed bane of his existence