I don't recall at what point the kiss had intensified, nevertheless it had done just that. I was seated on his lap facing him with my legs wrapped around his waist, Marcus's hands pulling my hips closer to his as I held his face with my still gloved hands.
I could feel his tongue in my mouth, fighting with my own; I leaned back and took a breath of cold air, all whilst looking into his eyes. My head was heavy with the alcohol still circulating my body, my arms cold once again because Marcus's loaned jacket had fallen off in the heat of everything.
His hands crept up the side of my body, lingering for a moment beneath my chest, his thumbs holding the underwire of my bra, and he smiled a devilish smile. He then continued the trek up my body, allowing his fingers to run along my neck, where my necklace stayed. My body shook at his touch and he pulled me back into his lips, somehow kissing me more passionately then before.
I kept my mind on his fingers that slid to the back of my dress, where the zipper was, his intent perhaps to unzip me, I pulled my head away from him, but he took that as an opportunity to kiss my neck, nibbling softly at my collarbone.
"Marcus" I whispered, my mind slowly awakening from the drunken slumber it had been in. He didn't stop, in fact his grip tightened on my back, his nails digging into my skin. "Marcus" I warned louder, trying to pry myself away from him.
"Hey, Let go of her" I heard a yell from behind us and Marcus released me, pushing me to the ground. My bare back hit the stone floor, though it didn't hurt in comparison to the fingers that had moments before bore into my back.
Marcus stood over me, unwilling to help me up, "Back off Longbottom" he yelled as I sat upright on the ground.
"No you back off" Neville's voice was closer than it had been, he was closer. "Or I'll get a professor" he played on that typical Gryffindor behaviour.
"Whatever" Marcus snapped, bending only to snatch up his jacket. "It has been fun Malfoy, we should do it again" he hissed wiping his lips that still held my saliva as he stomped back into the castle.
"Are you ok?" Neville knelt at my side and placed a caring hand on my back.
"Don't touch me" I yanked my body away from him and hurried to stand up, fumbling over the gown and my heels.
"Holly" Neville's voice was quiet, broken.
I stumbled, unaware of my lack of leg control in my drunken state. "Seriously" I gathered myself and glared at him, "Just get lost" I hissed, my tone strikingly similar to Draco's.
"Sorry" he choked, "For whatever I did" he threw his arms around, "but please let me help you".
I blew my messy hair out of my face, "I don't want your help" I yelled, stumbling on my feet once again.
"You're drunk" he stated, a little defeated in his voice.
I straightened myself, "No shit" I leant down and pulled one heel off and then the other maybe bare feet would help my situation.
"You don't have to like me Holly, You don't even have to talk to me, but please let me get you down to the Dungeons and you can sleep this off" he reached for me again, and I could not refrain myself from shoving him back.
"I said don't touch me" I shouted as Neville fell backwards, I hadn't pushed him hard enough to fall to the ground, but enough to put some space between us.
"Why?" he asked, moving closer to me and filling the space I had made.
"Because I said so" I noted, starting a staggering path to the castle, it was slow and uncertain.
He stepped in front of me blocking me with five copies of himself, "I don't care if you're drunk or a Slytherin or a Malfoy or whatever" a long list left the fancily dressed Gryffindor, "But this is not you" he pointed to my gown, or at least me underneath it. "You don't just get drunk and start making out with Marcus Flint".
"You don't know anything about me" I tried to focus on the middle of the multiple Neville's and wondered if it was the right one. "You have no right to think you do either" I jabbed him with my heels.
"I know you enough" he pointed out and my mind instantly returned to that night in the hospital wing, the kiss we shared.
"No you don't" I whispered, my voice softer then it had been as I felt the ghostly touch of Marcus's lips on my neck. "Just forget about it" I shrugged off the conversation and tried to walk back along the path once more.
"No" he blocked me once again. "You always get to call the shots" he yelled at me, making my throat heavy with a lump of tears.
"N..." I didn't get to finish because he continued.
"You chose to talk to me on the train. You left me at the first Tri wizard event for Draco. You confessed your feelings to me in the Library. You knocked me out in the dual. You kissed me and you chose not to talk to me" he shouted, his voice rising by the second. "I want a chance to call the shots.
"B..." again I was cut off, he wasn't done just yet.
"I want to be able to see you, to hold you, to kiss you, to make you smile" he closed the gap; "to have the right to love you" he placed a hand on my cheek.
"I..." he covered my lips with a single finger.
"I just want you to know how I feel about you and I hope you remember when you're sober" he placed his lips on my forehead before turning away from me and walking the path to the entrance that I had wanted to walk.
My eyes followed him and met the figure of Draco standing by the door, he let Neville pass without a word, instead he just watched me, his face blank of emotion.