Percy and Oliver slowly entered the Great Hall, ignoring the looks of their schoolmates as they immediately took their seats on the Gryffindor table. Luckily it's breakfast and a lot of students are there already, Percy can feel Marcus' scathing glare on his neck but he ignored it.

On his plate, Percy prepared some English muffins with scrambled eggs and some sausages, having black tea on the side. As he watched the owls start flying past, he saw Hermes dropping a red envelope with black smoke appearing, as if begging to be opened.

"Ooh, Weasley's got a howler-" Luis announced loud and clear, howling laughter rang through the table as Percy sunk in his seat, his hand struggling with the unopened letter. "Open it, Head Boy!"

Slowly, Percy started to open the letter. An unknown voice screamed through the Great Hall, "WHAT A HUMILIATION YOU ARE, PERCIVAL WEASLEY! YOU GOT A GIRL PREGNANT AND YOU'RE NOT EVEN MARRIED TO HER?! YOU BRING SHAME TO THE WEASLEY NAME! WHAT WOULD YOUR PARENTS AND YOUR SIBLINGS SAY?! ARE YOU NOT ASHAMED OF YOURSELF?!"

Percy watched as the letter bursts into flames by itself, feeling the tears appearing from his eyes as he rose from his seat, keeping his head down as he began to leave. Who was that voice- and how did they know? Not many knew about the pregnancy. If Percy remembers correctly, the ones who knew were the Gryffindor Quidditch team and several Ravenclaws. Penelope promised him that the Ravenclaws wouldn't shout the pregnancy and no one in the Gryffindor Quidditch team sounded like the one in the howler, leaving the question unanswered.

He stopped himself when he reached the bathroom nearby, turning on the nearest sink to wash his face, his hands grasping on the sides of the sink. He doesn't realise the sobs until he almost falls because of how unstable his elbows are in the locking position.

"I guess the apple doesn't fall far from its tree, huh?" Percy turned off the tap as he stood up straight, seeing Marcus standing behind him from the reflection of the mirror. 

"What do you want?" Percy asked, turning his back to face him.

"This-" Marcus nodded, looking around. "Just us, talking together. You seemed cute." Percy huffed.

"I know you're lying-" Percy rolled his eyes. "What do you really want? Oliver to be yours again?"

"He has made his choice. Unwise, but a choice nonetheless-" Marcus shook his head. "He was mine before he was yours. If you can convince a loyal man to cheat on his partner, who knows what can you do?"

"I'm not going to cheat on him, if that's what you're insinuating-" Percy can feel himself being pushed to the wall, Marcus' rough right hand pressed on his lips.

"I don't want to hear you talk," Marcus purred, slowly uncovering Percy's lips as he pushed Percy's outer robe off, letting it hit the floor. "Unless you'll be moaning my name."

"I don't want-" Percy's hand tried to reach for his pocket, only to find it wandless, Marcus taking out two wands with his left hand from his pocket. Percy can only stare at his wand with jaws locked as Marcus threw both of the wands far away in the bathroom, hitting the wall.

"I'll retrieve it for you afterwards, don't worry-" Marcus grinned as he kissed more of Percy's lips, trying to undo the white collared shirt. It's quite a hard task to do since the other boy kept resisting. Marcus huffed, rolling his eyes. "Adrian! Terence!"

Two other men came into Marcus' aid as Marcus landed a kick on Percy's stomach, making him double in pain as he falls- and Terence caught him. Marcus and Adrian struggled to undo Percy's buttons together, pulling down his trousers. Percy kept trying to break free as he screamed, receiving a punch to the jaw by Marcus. Luckily now that Marcus has let go of his death grip on Percy, he pulled his hand from Adrian's grip as he stood up against the wall, panting.

"What do you want?" Percy asked, feeling small as he feels very exposed now that three boys are watching his bare body, his clothes far on the floor, forcefully discarded by Marcus and Adrian. Percy's question met no answer, only with Marcus untying his tie.

"Adrian, is Lucian still guarding the door?"

"Not moving an inch," Adrian guaranteed. Marcus nodded.

"And who's holding the camera?" Terence takes out something from his pocket, using his wand to enlarge the camera. Marcus smirked as he takes off his outer robe, glancing at Adrian. "Adrian, help Lucian. Terence, get a good shot."

"Hell no! I'm not watching you do that!"

"A couple of good shots and you can join Lucian and Adrian after," Marcus promised.

"I'll get nightmares for this," Terence complained.

"Hey, what happened to 'Slytherins don't leave each other behind'?" Terence rolled his eyes, watching as Adrian leaves the bathroom so eagerly, holding the camera. Marcus pinned Percy's back to the wall, taking off his white collared shirt and trousers. "Now, it's just us. Such a shame your bruise fucked your beautiful face."

"I don't consent to this," Percy said, trying to push Marcus away. "Don't you dare."

"I don't consent to you stealing my boyfriend from me-" Marcus starts kissing Percy's lips roughly, each of Percy's hands pinned down so he can't protest. Percy widened his eyes, making protesting noises. Marcus pulled away for breath, smirking, his face centimetres away from Percy's. "We don't always get what we want."

Percy squints his eyes as a blinding white light flashed from the side, reminding him that they're not completely alone. So that's why there's Terence with the camera. Marcus flipped his body with force, making Percy face the wall. Percy looked at the camera, plea in his eyes. "Don't mind him, you mind me-" Marcus forced Percy to widen his legs, stroking his thighs to get it hard.

"I'm sure Oliver would love this."