Hermione roused and startled briefly, the morning sun came from the wrong direction. Across her stomach, she felt Marcus rubbing in the odd pattern unique to him. A small breath brought her a whiff of his cologne. She peeked at the room around her. A Slytherin banner hanging on the wall behind clued her into their location, Marcus's bedroom. She shifted making herself comfortable again. Her mattress at Courtenay Ave was far superior, muggle beds generally were. "Feeling okay?" a deep voice rumbled next to her.