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A Quick Fumble
It was a quick fumble in the common room that started it. He'd been drinking and she was lonely and it was nice to just… not be so alone for a moment.
Pansy hadn't meant for it to become a thing.
She really hadn't. Except it did, and now she was splayed out on the black leather of the common room sofa, with him lying above her, his legs between hers, his breath hot and damp against her neck.
He didn't acknowledge her in the daytime, when they passed each other in the corridors. Too cool for that, she supposed. She was younger then him, popular only because of her association with Draco, and certainly not as pretty as the girls he cat-called after while with his friends.
Tracey and Daphne both said that it should bother her, the way he was using her, but it didn't. She was to be married when she left school, to whomever her parents chose for her, so what did it matter if she had a little fun before that.
As long as he left her virginity intact for her future husband, nobody needed to know.
…
He didn't acknowledge her outside of the nights he found her alone in the common room. He thought that probably made him a bad person, but it didn't make him change his ways.
Marcus was relatively sure that she knew that he couldn't make her any promises. He certainly wouldn't be able to date her publically—his parent's already had his bride picked out.
And she enjoyed it. He always made sure of that, he was attentive to her needs as well as his own and he never left her wanting.
He couldn't penetrate her, but the other things he could do… he could do them well. And the way he saw it, it was good practice, for when he was married.
He didn't know why he'd chosen her, perhaps it was simply a coincidence that it had been her that night when he'd been drinking, or perhaps there really was something about her that caught his attention.
He didn't know. He did know that until he left school in the summer, he'd continue to seek her out.
No matter what had started it, he couldn't stop himself now, and he didn't even want to try.
…
Shamed and ignored, Pansy sat in the gallery as her parents were charged for their crimes under You-Know-Who's name.
Marcus slid in beside her, and after a brief hesitation, let his hand rest on her thigh. "Are you okay?"
She shook her head, and a tear fell. "No. No, I'm really not."
He squeezed her leg. "You're not alone."
"What about your wife?" Pansy asked, and Marcus shook his head.
"I couldn't do it. You're not alone, Pans. Not anymore. Not ever."
Her life was still in shambles, and she didn't know how she was ever going to pull herself back together, but when Marcus looked at her the way he was, she thought that maybe it would be okay.
She wasn't alone.
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Auction - Setting - House Common Room
365 - 108. Fumble
1000 - 695. No Muggleborns