Disclaimer: the characters, well some of them, some plots and minor detail, and large details are not mine, they belong to JK Rowling.
Warnings: Erm, language, Suggestiveness, Insults to Ravenclaws and Gryffindor's. That's about it.
Authors Note: Readerbabe: Well… maybe. Mysterycat: No you cannot have him. Readerbabe might have something to say if I introduce a random fanfi reviewer for him to fall in love with. And no, for the records Toby is for now single. Notice he is not ever drooling over Marina. Playing hard to get eh? Anyways… Sorry this one took so long, I really am. I'm starting another fanfic soon too! Yay! And that one had Draco in it! YIPEE! And… the next chapter is almost all done with being typed so yeah…. PLEASE REVIEW! I live off of you all's reviews!
Chapter Seven: A Little More Than A Tan
"Are you quite done yet?" asked Marina in a tired voice. She was dressed in a white zip up hoodie, and short denim shorts. Beneath those she wore a pale green bikini with silver hemming.
Chloe looked up from where she had been thoroughly searching her wardrobe for a suitable bathing suit. "Fine. I'll wear the red one," sighed the brunette, shooting the accused swimwear a sulky glare.
"Well? Get dressed!" snapped Andromeda, rolling her eyes. Chloe shot her a reproachful look, and stalked over to her closet, snatching up the accused bikini. Andromeda smirked for a moment and then straightened her white two piece with green stitches.
"What a Gryffindork," scoffed Marina, as Chloe emerged, in red. She sniffed then walked out, in what Chloe must have thought was a dignified silence. The other girls rolled their eyes at each other and then followed her, snatching up towels.
"Finally. And I was thinking maybe we weren't going anymore!" snorted Cassidy, along with half the Slytherin girls in Hogwarts at the present moment.
Once thay had reached the beach, Marina realized that something was very wrong. Well three things actually. One being that the beach, though pleasantly private, was surrounded completely by trees. On the edge of the forbidden forest; forbidden being the operative word there. The second thing was that if she was to bare her belly, however nice and delectable it was, she would be baring the small snake tattoo, that only glowed under a certain personage of unreal royalty's wand. The last, and final quandary was that it was blaringly obvious that Andromeda had invited boys. And what made it so painfully evident was that they were all in the water, in brightly colored trunks.
Marina warily eyed Andromeda for a moment before she sighed, crossing her arms in front of her. Her foot tapped on the soft sand, and she looked expectantly at Andromeda. The girl looked sheepish, and suspiciously nonchalant.
"Marina! Chloe! Finally we've been waiting all day for the real girls to get here," called Will, grinning at the catcalls his comment invoked. Chloe blushed, but Marina ignoered the boys completely. She gave Andromeda one final, half hearted death glare, before turning to them.
"Why? You all must have been hanging around here for at least an hour," she said sweetly, and there was a pause before any of them got it. Toby, who was sitting on the dock, reading and fully clothed snickered at them.
"Come on, the water's great," said Nick hopefully, ignoring his sisters comment.
"If we wanted to get wet, we would have taken showers," said Cassidy, as if pointing out the obvious. After the boys gave them a few laughably confused looks, Marina spread her towel out over the white sand. She contemplated for a moment, then unzipped her sweatshirt, and pulled off her shorts, still ignoring the other gender completely. Chloe, when she saw that Marina was doing so, immediately also began to stretch herself out, over the white towel.
"What are you all doing?" asked Tom, a bit warily.
"We're having a war. We're tanning you idiot, what does it look like we're doing?" sneered one of the fourth years, a blonde girl named Nicole.
"Nice tattoo, Marina. Dad's going to throw a fucking fit when he sees it," said Nick, crawling out of the water, and on to his sister's towel.
"No he won't, especially if he doesn't notice," said Marina, giving him a look as she propped herself up on her elbows. It was quite the site seeing Marina and Nick. Marina was sprawled out, propped up by her elbows. Her pale skin, which was heavily creamed against the sun (though you couldn't tell the cream was there) was accented by her light green swimwear. There was not an ounce of fat on her taut body, and her ash blonde hair spilled out over her shoulders. She had silver eyes with a hint of teal, and a small black tattooed serpent slithered over her hip bone. Beside her lay Nick, his skin equally as pale, though he wore deep red. It stood out on his pale form, accenting his muscled body. His pale blonde hair was rather long, and like his sister, he had an elegant air about him.
Beside them, a few feet away lay Chloe. Her gilded skin and raven hair slowed in the sun, as did her rather blaringly evident hicky. Next to her was Andromeda, her deep chocolate skin, and honey colored eyes lighting up in the sun. Cassidy, still clothed, joined Toby, taking out her potions essay. Soon the rest of the girls lay, tanning, as the dull buzz of drowsy conversation welled up.
"Oy, Malfoy! What are you doing here?" demanded a voice. Marina sighed, not even turning around. She knew all to well who it was and was not in the mood to deal with this particular boy. She shot Nick a look, letting him know that he went by the surname Malfoy as well…
"What do you want, Smith?" snapped Nick, turning around. His eyes were now more of a silverish color; their eyes did that when they were mad.
"Not you, Malfoy, Malfoy!" said Smith, not even realizing what he had said.
"Okay, one, that doesn't make sense, two what the damn are you here for?" spat Cassidy, curling her lip at the Ravenclaw as if he were a rather nasty animal she had just trodden upon.
"Not to talk to you, that's sure Lestrange," he snorted.
"Don't try sarcasm, it's not working, Smith," drawled Marina, not turning to meet his gaze.
"Hello Marina," Smith said. She could feel his bloody eyes burning a whole in her back.
"Don't call me that," she said coolly. She flipped her hair, and then turned, her steely eyes meeting his filthy ones.
"What should I call you then?" he said, eyes narrowed.
"How about you just get lost and never talk to me again? How's that for an idea?" she hissed.
"Malfoy? Please? I need to talk to you," he said, changing tactics and pleading.
"Alright. Fine, I'll come. But you have my attention for fifteen minutes max," she said, getting up. She pulled on her sorts, but left her top as was. She wanted to make him so bloody sorry…
They walked along the edge of the forest for four minutes in silence. Once the others were well out of ear shot and sight, he stopped.
"What?" she said, her tone still slightly chilly.
"Well, you see. Umm, I err. You know," he said, acting uncharacteristically nervous.
"No, I don't see," she retorted, leaning against a tree. She crossed her arm and watched him through narrowed eyes.
"Well you know the Halloween dance?" he said, mumbling.
"Yeah, being a prefect I know that sort of thing," she said coolly. She knew what was coming next, she even knew her answer…
"Want to. You know… Go with me?" he asked trying a smile.
And that was not it. Not what she had been expecting at all. But she knew this one too. Ooh, ooh, call on Marina!
"Not particularly," she said, as if he had asked her whether or not she thought his shirt was nice. He gaped at her for a moment, before he slowly began to turn redder and redder.
"DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW MANY GIRLS WOULD LIKE ME TO ASK THEM OUT? AND YOU REJECT ME?" bellowed Smith.
"Hate to stop your little ego-stroking session, but you're not a stud. Their all in Slytherin, my friend. No, scratch that, there is one of you Ravenclaws, Bagnok. Oh, and scratch the other bit, I'm not your friend. As I was saying. If a million girls are dying to go out with you then why don't you ask one of them? A lot of boys like me too, so we're even. Except I actually have looks and a brain, while you have neither," she said in an aggravatingly bored tone.
"WHY?" he roared, face and ears staying an alarming shade of red, a tomato would have been proud of.
"Ooh, let's try this one: because I fucking dumped you for bloody cheating on the hottest girl in school, being me? Or could it be that I hate you more than my brother does? Or how about the small fact that you're a fucking bastard with eyes only for girls you aren't with?" she said. She turned on her heel, flipped her long hair and stalked off. She made sure he could watch her all the way back to the beach. Oh yes, she would make him sorry.
"So. Your not telling us what he wanted, hmm?" drawled Nick, looking hopefully at his sister. She shed her shorts, and went over to sit next to Toby. But she dipped her bare feet in the water, as she leaned over his book looking at what he was reading. Anamagi…Interesting.
"Maybe. Maybe not. You all have to earn it," she said smugly, then tied her hair in a messy knot on her head, leaving the peeping tom Gryffindor's drooling. Then she dove into the water, and was soon followed by most of the properly clothed people in Slytherin.
"Don't splash me! You bloody bastard!" she laughed splashing Sam in the face. Nat jumped in and dove straight for her, tickling her mercilessly.
"Stop! Stop! You brute! Will!" she said pushing him away, writhing madly. Will laughed and they began to brawl in the shallows playfully which slowly became a full fledged boy war.
Marina had a knack for making boys fight amongst themselves quietly. She and Chloe exchanged knowing glances, then sprawled on the beach to watch them and dry off.