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Post by MARLENE MARISA MCKINNON on Jul 19, 2012 1:22:24 GMT
[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, border-left: #3A4748 8px solid; border-right: #839175 2px dashed; background: #d8d8d8; padding-top: 16px; padding-right: 16px; padding-left: 16px; padding-bottom: 12px; -moz-border-radius: 10px; width: 368px;]   open up your eager eyes started out with a kiss, how did it end up like this? Marlene knew what a hangover felt like – she’d had plenty of experience with firewhiskey – but she’d never had a hangover like this before. Every part of her body was sore, the events of the previous night floating through her head. Nothing was quiet clear after the sixth shot of firewhiskey, details fluttering through her mind as she struggled to remember what exactly had happened. She could barely open her eyes, the light streaming with the intensity of a thousand burning suns through the curtains surrounding the four poster bed. What had happened last night? One moment Marlene was singing loudly to some Weird Sisters song atop a table in the Gryffindor Common Room, the next she was in a bed, a pounding headache the only remnant of the night’s festivities.
The party started out as most do – a Gryffindor victory against Slytherin called for bottles and bottles of firewhiskey to be opened and shared all around. It wasn’t long before Marlene was drinking sloppily out of the bottle, one arm around someone’s neck and the other chugging the warm liquid down her throat. She struggled to recall the faceless stranger who had their arm around her waist, keeping her steady as she climbed on top of the oak furniture. Marlene groaned, trying to move her arm as she stretched slightly.
Finally she found enough energy to open her eyes, rubbing them with her free hand. Her body was facing the deep crimson curtains, but she felt strange, as if something was a little off. Slowly, Marlene tried to turn on her side without giving herself more of a headache. Her fervent attempts were futile, as she felt restricted by an arm around her abdomen. In fact, there was a figure holding her closely against his body, his chest pressed against her back. Oh fuck…what, or rather, who had she done last night? His scent was overpowering, and considering her current state it was almost nauseating. She tried to loosen his grip on her, but it was useless. Mare had no choice but to wake the bloke up, hoping things wouldn’t be terribly awkward when he was finally conscious.
Turning her slim body turned out to be more of a challenge than she thought possible; she twisted and tugged, avoiding his lower body as much as possible. “Merlin’s saggy left…” She murmured as she came face to face with the bloke who was keeping her captive. His free arm covered his face, the other still tightly wrapped around her torso. She had done a lot of stupid things in her time at Hogwarts – drinking herself in oblivion once or twice, getting detention more times than she could count – but this was by far her stupidest move to date. Who was this sleeping beauty? None other than Sirius Black, man whore extraordinaire – and also one of her best friends. This made the situation ten times worse. They protected each other like best friends and annoyed each other like siblings, but flirted shamelessly. Merlin, how often did they flirt with each other? Granted, Sirius flirted with anything that had a pulse, but the difference between Marlene and the hundreds of other girls that Sirius flirted with was that Marlene NEVER gave in to him.
Now Marlene was determined to unattach herself from Sirius without waking him, to avoid any nasty repercussions. She also, however, had to sneak out of his bed and dormitory without waking the others and attracting any attention. James would never let her live this down if he ever found out, and Merlin knows what Sirius would do.
She took a second to look at his face, and couldn’t help but laugh softly. In his sleep, Sirius’ face softened, and he looked younger, more innocent. The transformation was incredible, and for a moment Marlene considered just curling up next to him and falling asleep. First of all, he looked so peaceful and second of all, she was exhausted. That would be improbable, and at the very least impossible.
Oh for fuckssakes, she thought to herself, where are my clothes?. Marlene started to squirm silently, praying Sirius’ tight grip would let up without waking him up.“This would be a lot easier if I wasn’t so ridiculously hung over” she mumbled, her head bounding harder than ever before. She struggled silently, attempting to slip through his grip and get out the door before he realized she was ever there. tag: Sirius xo words: 738 template by eliza @ sp & rcr |
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