Disclaimer: I don't own it, JK does, wish I did, etc. etc.
She looked like Marilyn Monroe. And that, Gideon suspected, was part of the problem. It was really just another fantasy that he got to live out.
Marlene shared many features with Marilyn; the perfect hourglass figure (the delicious curves of her breasts, dipping into a tiny waist, and leading to – hips), the mole right on her cheek just begging to be kissed...
The only big differences were that Marlene had freckles all over her body and long, black curls rather than short, blonde ones.
Gideon loved the way she felt, the noises she made...
And, fuck, that dress drove him abso-bloody-lutely mental.
She must have known what that dress did to him, with the low-cut front and the flow of it, how it lifted up in the wind or when she twirled.
Marlene wore it at every opportunity.
She wore it at Halloween parties, underneath her robes, even just wandering around in their flat.
Every time Gideon saw her in it, he just had to throw her against the nearest wall or on top of a desk and fuck her.
The sex was great, more than, actually, without the dress. But it was mind-blowing when Marlene wore it.
It was just too good, right? Nothing that perfect could last forever.
And it didn't.
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Marlene said those three words about five months after they graduated from Hogwarts, making it eleven months they'd been together.
"I love you."
Gideon panicked. He honestly had no bloody clue what to say. Did he love her? No, but it wasn't like he could just bloody well tell her that, could he?
Marriage, or whatever you preferred to call it, was just not for him. He couldn't handle being tied down to one woman for the rest of his life. That wasn't him or Fabian. That life was more suited for Molly, who honestly loved kids and would probably be popping some out any time.
Gideon did the only thing that he could think of doing – break up with her.
It was hard to do, because he honestly cared for the bird; he just wasn't in love with her.
She didn't cry; Marlene really was tougher than she looked, one of the boys, almost.
Marlene moved out a week later, without so much as looking at him, to go live with a friend.
And the funny thing, which in all actuality is never funny, is that he cried. Bawled his fucking eyes out, more like. But, still, he wasn't ready.
Would he ever be?