He really didn't know why he was doing this. Well he did. But he couldn't for the life of him understand it. Effectively he was going to a party where most of the attendees were Gryffindors or rival players, and he was going with a man. A man he was sleeping with. He had told George that he trusted him, which he did, but he couldn't help but wonder if the red head's faith in his friends was as well founded.
Glancing up at the house before him, Wood's house, Marcus frowned a little, chewing on the inside of his lip. His fingers curled a little tighter around Twink's at the question and he shook his head. 'Not backing out.' Returning the kiss, he followed where he was lead, Mac trotting alongside him. The big puppy wasn't quite as bold as Guinness and Caffrey and he sat by Marcus' feet, waiting to be let inside the house.
Seeing the grin, Marcus couldn't return it, instead he nodded to show he was okay with George opening the door. Still, he kept hold of the beater's hand, just in case they were yelled at from the start. He could still remember the shouting match Oliver and George had had when the Scot found he and Twink kissing in the shadows. Two fluffy pups bounded over to greet them and soon all five dogs were playing, making it a little difficult not to smile.
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