play-pretend you're brave little girl.
Pairing: MollyLysander
Prompt: Marked
Disclaimer: Aren't you getting bored of this yet? I obviously own nothing you recognise.
"Ly," she says suddenly, and he flicks his gleaming green eyes up to her face immediately with one eyebrow raised in question, "I think you have a fan club".
They follow Lily's gaze over Molly's shoulder where a group of giggling Hufflepuff girls are making eyes at Lysander and when he turns to look at them, they smile prettily for him and one with blonde curls and chocolate eyes winks at him disarmingly.
He turns back to the table with colour flushing his cheeks and Molly can't help the way that her heart constricts in her chest and her fists clench unconsciously under the table. Across the table from her, she notices Lysander eyes continue to look behind her and she feels like she's drowning until she feels a hand on hers.
She looks up to see Lily staring at her purposefully and as she unclenches her fist under the table she feels parchment and something much heavier drop into her hand. Carefully she unfolds Lily's message, and Molly's eyes widen as she reads her messy scrawl.
Make a choice Molly.
If you don't soon, you might risk losing that boy forever.
She looks at the other heavier object in her hand, and she's surprised to see a tube of blood red lipstick, and when she looks to Lily with her clear blue eyes full of fear and bewilderment, all she catches is her cousins smile before she turns back to the work she's doing.
Molly's at a loss of what to do, because she and Lysander have been friends since first year, and he's the most brilliant thing that she has in her life and she's terrified of changing anything because if she loses him, she doesn't know what she'll do. But when she hears voices getting louder behind her, and looks behind her to see that girl from before standing up, she makes her choice.
"Hey Ly," she calls and he turns back to look her straight in the eyes, and before she can think about what she's doing or what might happen, she leans over the table and kisses him soundly on the lips. Molly thinks she hears gasps around them and she can actually feel Lily's smile burning into her back, but when she pulls back she has eyes only for Lysander.
He looks at her for a moment, and he's quiet and wide-eyed and she actually feels cracks start to form in her heart, but then he leans towards her and out of everything that he could say, he apologises.
"Why are you sorry?" she asks him, and it's all she can do to keep the fear from her voice.
"Because," he starts quietly, "I'm the one who should have done that a long time ago."
Molly just sits there, open-mouthed and stares at him, and it isn't until she hears a cough behind her that she starts feeling alive again.
"So Lysander, I was wondering if you know -," Molly looks up as the blonde girl from before (whose name she vaguely remembers as being something like Beth) starts talking in her sugary sweet voice, and within moments she's slicking on the redred lipstick that Lily slipped her and leaning over to kiss Lysander again firmly on the lips, then again on the widest part of the crisp, white material of his shirt. Pausing only to whisper in his ear words that make him shiver and shocked at the same time.
"You're mine Ly, no one else's."
She pulls back in one fluid movement, sweeping her books up into her arms and stepping away from the table so that when she turns, she just so happens to be standing in front of Beth.
Molly gives her a smile like magnesium before walking away, leaving behind her a shell-shocked boy, a speechless girl and a silent table, all enthralled by the stain of the ruby red lips that have marked his shirt.