Glitch laughed.
"This is awesome,"
"Agreed," Marcus clinked bottles with Glitch, downing the liquid.
"Wait. Try this,"
"Wha-" Glitch had shoved something in Marcus's mouth. It tasted really sweet. It was kind of gross...
"I'm gonna need feedback."
"It-It's really...Sugary." Marcus explained. He tilted his head back, letting the sugar ooze down his throat.. Best thing he'd ever tasted.

It felt so nice...Being alone with Glitch. I was afraid though. Because it was so dark, that I'd do something wrong and break her in two. She was this fragile little body that didn't deserve to be that tiny. But I did have to admit, she looked really good. And it was funny! Just seeing her clothes not fit her, and hang from her as if she were too lazy to do anything with them. I bet she caught everything that came to anyone else. Flu's; colds; some sort of magical, demented pox...
I wondered how long it'd be until we were caught. I guessed not very long; Honeyduke's was always busy on weekends.

"Marcus!" Marcus awoke from his thoughts, gazing at Glitch.
"Yeah?"
"Check this out!"
"Oh, God..." Glitch threw some sort of plastic tube into Marcus's lap.
"Whassis?"
"I dunno! You're the guinea pig!"
"What?"
"Tester."
"Oh." Marcus cracked open the side of it, downing it faster than the Butterbeer. It was like a powdery, orange, type thing...
"Are you drugging me?" Marcus questioned, throwing the tube across the floor.
"I dunno what it is! Possibly, though," Glitch tapped her cheek. "Just think, are we already becoming best friends?" Marcus peered up at Glitch and her beautiful self. He thought for a moment. Were they?
"Maybe. But let's hope it's fast. I don't wanna lose you," Marcus said in a hushed tone. There was a pregnant silence. Glitch breathed in her helium.
"I don't want to lose you, either, Marcus."

One month later...: February.

Worst day of the year, ain't it. Valentine's Day...Good God, how stupid...Fuckin' hearts deck the place like the paintings do. Why doesn't it just become end of year- oh, wait. Never mind. Why doesn't it just become tomorrow, so this can end? This is practically the day that I'm not even here.
Oh, shit...I totally forgot about Glitch! Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn...

Marcus was suddenly attacked with small arms, wrapped around his neck.
"Hey, Marcus!" Damn that beautiful helium...
"H-Hi, Glitch. What's up?"
"Happy Valentine's Day!"
"More like crappy Valentine's Day..." Marcus uttered under his breath. "I thought you hated stuff like this...?" Marcus groaned as a rose, no bigger than Glitch, really, was pushed into his chest.
"Don't throw it out, 'cause I know you will. That cost a lot more than it looks. Plus, I was nearly trampled in the shop down in Hogsmead...So, you know, just as friends, right?"
"Y-Yeah...Thanks, Glitch..." Marcus didn't know what to say. "Um, you didn't have to get me anything...I didn't..." Apparantly, that was it. "I didn't get you anything." He set Glitch carefully back down on her feet.
"Oh, that's fine, Marcus. Really! I didn't expect you to, anyways."
"Was that a compliment, or..."
"Not sure," Glitch looked up at the ceiling for a while, then her pretty opal-like eyes snapped back to Marcus.
"I've gotta go meet up with Mandy. Bye!" Glitch dashed away to go meet up with another Ravenclaw girl, who was giggling and squealing excitedly, while Marcus was left standing with a rose clutched in his hand. He felt so confused. What was he supposed to do now? Just stand there like an idiot? Marcus's eyes roved over to the area where Glitch was, but she was gone. He sighed and walked off to breakfast, even though he knew he didn't really want to eat right now with this sick, twisting feeling in the pit of his stomach.

Just as friends, right?

That killed me a little. More than usual, anyways. I wasn't sure if what I had for Glitch was a crush or not. I was scared. I-I couldn't love a Ravenclaw! It was just forbidden like that! I didn't know what was happening to me... Was I...No. No, no, no, no, no. I wasn't getting sucked into this black hole that people called love. It wasn't going to happen... Ever! I never wanted it to happen, I don't know how to react to it, it's weird, and...And... Oh, I might as well just face it. I really liked Glitch. But I felt so guilty now, knowing that I liked her tight little body first.
What was with her eyes? They always changed color. Like yesterday, they were blue. Today, they were green. Last month, they were dome freaky color of yellow and hazel. Tomorrow, they might just be...Purple, or something like that.
It's just strange the way her body can turn on her. I kept telling myself that she has so much energy, but it get used up so fast, and she passes out from exhaustion...what would happen when summer came around?

Marcus slipped the rose into his bag, and quickly walked off to the Great Hall.
Marcus didn't know that the rose was gently sliding from the bag. He didn't set it in right. It was just hanging from the side. It shook carefully as he took steps off into the Hall. As the rose drifted down to the floor, another unwanted hand had touched it's thorns.
"Hey Mark!" Adrian slapped hands with Marcus as he sat beside him. "I heard you got a pretty little flower from someone, eh?" Two other guys laughed.
"Oh, shut up. It's not like you didn't get one from that Astoria chick," Marcus drummed his fingers against the table.
"W-Who's yours from? Adrian tried hiding his blush of neglect.
"Uh, no one in particular..." He lost total train of thought as he peered over at the Ravenclaw table. He could just spot Glitch beside Mandy. They were tittering and whispering to each other.
"What? That tiny Ravenclaw girl?" Malfoy said in disbelief.
"What? No!"
"It's kind of obvious now..." Adrian muttered under his breath.
"She's a bitch to anyone-" Marcus threw his fist at Malfoy's chest. He collapsed to the floor, using the same moves he did back in third year for the Hippogriff incident. The boys inched over a seat or two.
"Don't talk shit about people you don't know, Malfoy. You know I could kill you!"
"Bloody chicken!" Malfoy was recalling the incident. Marcus moved fluidly to another spot at the table, of which people couldn't see anything at. Or hear really.

No one says things like that about my girlfriend...