Marcus felt his mouth go dry at the sight of Hermione in his old jersey. Memories of Yule Ball flashed in front of his eyes. Everyone had wanted her that night, and now he had her. She climbed onto the bed, flashing her knickers. She would be the death of him but figured he'd enjoy dying. He moved swiftly to join her. She lay back on the bed, he settled above her, bracing himself on his arms on either side of her. "Hello."