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Saturday, February 14th, 1976
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
"I can't believe you snuck me into your dorm," Marlene smirked wryly as she looked around at the chaotic mess before her: she had paused in the doorway, one hand still on the brass doorknob.
Clothes were strewn across one bed—Sirius had made an absolute mess searching for the perfect outfit for his first Valentine's Day with his Hufflepuff 'belle' as he had enchantedly referred to her earlier—Quidditch gear was piled high in between Sirius and James's beds, whereas Draco's was neatly arranged next to his.
Frank had left his bed unmade in his haste to be out of the Castle early for his date with Alice.
James had fussed over his hair for a solid half hour before he gave up, throwing on a coat and whistling as he left to meet his witch in the Great Hall—a bouquet of vibrant Marigolds in hand.
I'm not sure what Pete is doing though, Draco frowned slightly at the thought, but then his attention was soon drawn to his own witch.
The Slytherin girl was wearing a form-fitting black jumper and navy blue trousers that hugged her in all the right places.
"Everyone is going to Hogsmeade, but I thought I'd spend some alone time with my witch instead," Draco whispered against the shell of her ear, his hands moving to rest lightly on her hips.
"Is that so, Potter?" Marlene raised an eyebrow, turning around so that she was facing him properly—her hands slid up the length of his emerald green jumper—stopping to against his chest—her eyes were locked on the colour, a lazy grin on her face.
"You bet your arse it is, McKinnon," Draco murmured as he leaned down and ghosted his lips over hers, a low hiss passed through Marlene's lips as she closed the distance, firmly kissing her lion.
Draco drank in his witch greedily, but an errant thought passed through his mind that he had a plan: reluctantly Draco pulled back enough to gaze down at his witch through hooded lids. "I have something for you," he said simply as he extracted himself from Marlene—he slipped his hand into hers and pulled her towards one of the only made beds in the room, stepping over random paraphernalia that haphazardly littered the floor.
Marlene primly sat on his bed—leaning down to pull off her italian leather shoes, and neatly placing them by the side of the bed before she lifted her feet onto his bed, crossing her ankles and gazing at him expectantly as he bent down on the other side of the bed.
Draco stood up with a coy smile: in one hand he had a small black box of chocolates and in the other was a rather large bouquet of hyacinths, "I decided to be that guy that gets his girlfriend chocolates and flowers."
Marlene pursed her lips, narrowing her eyes at the gifts before swinging her feet off the side of the bed and standing up. Draco quirked a brow as she padded around the four poster bed, stopping short about a foot away from him.
"I hate being predictable," Marlene said.
"I...know," Draco replied carefully, unsure as to where this was going—he turned around and placed the chocolates and the freshly cut hyacinths on his bedside table and when he faced his witch once more she was stepping out of her trousers, kicking them to the side of her. Draco's eyes widened and he swallowed shakily.
"I hate being predictable," Marlene repeated, her fingers toying with the bottom of her jumper.
"You rarely ever are."
Marlene captured her bottom lip between her teeth and under her breath she swore, "fuck it," and she tugged her jumper up and over her head—dropping it on top of her trousers.
Draco forgot to breathe for a second because she was standing there in emerald lingerie. In a moment, whatever calm and restraint that he normally exercised with the snake was gone. Seeing his old house colours prettily adorning his witch caused something raw and untamed to surge up inside of him and the next thing he knew Marlene was in his arms.
The witch let out a soft yelp in surprise but after a moment of hesitation melted into him, her lips moving roughly against his.
Draco swiped his tongue across her bottom lip, seeking entrance—which she readily gave him, and her tongue moved across his like velvet.
Draco's fingers roamed over the emerald lace, one hand stopping at the swell of her breast whilst the other dove in between her legs.
Draco roughly pulled the fabric cupping her breast to the side, grinning into the kiss when he felt her shiver under his minstriations. He paused for a brief moment before he rolled her taut nipple in between his thumb and index finger.
Marlene's soft sounds and purrs only stirred him on, his other hand deftly pushing aside the lace covering her cunt and moaned as his fingers slid into her warm heat.
Marlene sharply broke their kiss, one hand tugging at the waistband of his trousers whilst the other slid upwards to gruffly grasp his face in her hand—her nails digging into his skin as she looked at him with a feral look in her eyes.
"You better know the contraception spell, Draco Potter or I'm going to hurt you," Marlene growled vehemently.
Draco's hand inside her stilled and he removed it whilst he placed a small kiss on her nose—Marlene couldn't help the tiny whimper that left her lips and she shot him a dark glare when he removed himself from her completely.
Draco's eyes roamed his witch, grinning toothily at her as he unbuckled his trousers and discarded them on the ground, he reached behind him and grabbed his wand, pointing it at Marlene's lower abdomen as he muttered an incantation. Her eyes went wide as the cool sensation rippled across her skin and seeped inside her.
He put his wand back where he found it, and stepped towards his witch, licking the fingers that had just been inside of her as he closed the distance between them.
"You are such a tease," Marlene hissed.
"I'm the tease?" Draco asked lowly, his free hand moving to lightly rest on her throat, his head ducking to the side of hers and nipping her earlobe gently, smiling at the soft moan that shuddered out of Marlene.
He placed a chaste kiss to the side of her neck before straightening up, eyes dancing with mirth as the witch stared at him with cold, steely defiance—her deep blue eyes an ocean that was engulfing him whole.
Then, they crashed into each other. Marlene's eager hands helping him discard his jumper as she tugged him backwards and they fell heavily onto his bed.
Marlene scooted backwards, hands tugging at Draco's messy raven locks as she pulled him after her.
Absently Draco waved his hand and his curtains slammed shut, and he wandlessly threw up silencing and locking charms in the following moments.
Draco sat up on his haunches—the back of Marlene's thighs resting on top of his—and cocked his head to the side as Marlene fell back against his black sheets. The witch's honey blonde tresses fanned out around her, and his gaze shifted to where her nails were dragging lightly across his skin around his hips—dipping lower and lower as a devious grin bloomed on her face. "Someone's excited." Draco narrowed his eyes at her as his cheeks flushed bright pink.
Marlene tugged his black boxers down just enough so that he was exposed to her, and she wasted no time in wrapping her tiny hand around his cock. Draco's head fell back at the contact, hissing lowly as her hand stroked along the length of him.
"Marly," Draco moaned, bracing his arms around her as he fell forward.
Their breath intermingled and Draco let his forehead drop against hers, "Marly are you sure about this?"
"Yes," The blonde witch breathed, and he fell into her raging sea.
Draco wasn't sure how he got rid of his boxers, all he knew was that moments later he found himself nestled in between his witch's thighs, and he could think of no place in that moment that he would rather be.
He could smell her arousal, and Paws clawed his way to the surface, barking out, "MINE!" in his head. A growl ripped from his throat and he smashed his lips against Marlene's once more. Draco didn't know what possessed him in that moment, but he reached down and ripped the lace that covered the most intimate part of his witch—who let out a muffled sound in protest, but he took that opportunity to delve his tongue into her mouth.
His fingers swiped across her wetness—praying that instinct would kick in—he lined his cock up with her entrance, and slowly slid into her heat.
Marlene's fingers splayed across his back before she raked her nails down his back, nipping lightly at his bottom lip.
Draco paused for a moment, suddenly unsure, but then she dug her nails in deeper and the instinct to bury himself inside her came back tenfold.
He leaned back just enough so that he was staring into her eyes, their pants tangling with each other as one of his hands moved down to rub against her clit.
Marlene gasped loudly, her back arching off of the bed and she wrapped her legs around him tighter.
"That's it sweetness, purr for me," Draco commanded, his forehead pressed against hers and Marlene growled instead.
"That's my girl," Draco said huskily, his grey eyes glowing a bluish silver.
Rustling sheets, slight darkness enveloping the two bodies that were moving against each other in a passionate fervour: the lion and the snake only had eyes for each other, messy and greedy kisses, slightly awkward thrusts that were fuelled on by lust and love.
They never looked away from each other, neither of them breaking eye contact as Marlene's walls tightened around his cock, and Draco came with a loud grunt. They lay there for a moment, panting heavily—Draco could feel his cock growing soft inside his witch, and he watched as Marlene's chest rose and fell quickly, a light sheen of sweat covering her skin.
"Your turn," Draco murmured, placing a kiss on her forehead and pulling himself out of her.
"Wait...what—" Marlene ask
Draco slid down her body, his head ducking in between her legs without warning, and Marlene squirmed when his mouth closed around her clit. Draco securely held her body down with one hand, two of his fingers from his other hand slipping between her folds and were soon pumping in and out of her.
Marlene soon tumbled over the edge, legs trembling as she grasped handfuls of his sheets.
Draco lazily crawled up her body and collapsed beside her, casually throwing his leg over her. He pressed a firm kiss to her cheek before stretching down to tug at the edge of his neatly folded, thick white quilt—with a bit of effort he had it unfolded and laid it across them.
Marlene shifted onto her side, staring deeply into his eyes as if searching for something—for what he wasn't sure he would ever find out.
"Happy Valentine's Day," Draco chuckled softly, amusement skipping across his features when she snorted loudly.
"Fuck you, Potter," Marlene mumbled, her hands curling against his chest as she snuggled into him; she gave him a half-hearted glower before her eyelids fluttered closed.
Draco tried to imprint that moment in his mind, her slightly damp hairline, her rosy lips that were a touch swollen, her dark and prominent eyelashes.
"I love you too, Marly," Draco mumbled as he threw an arm over her—but the viper was already asleep, having charmed her way into his heart and now his bed.
Draco should have been afraid at how much of his heart she laid claim to, but he found that it didn't bother him one iota. With a gentle smile he dropped a kiss onto his slumbering witch's forehead, his own eyelids growing heavy and soon he too was fast asleep.
"Where did I put it?" Sirius murmured to himself as he entered the Fifth Year Gryffindor boy's dormitories, cursing lowly when he tripped over Prong's Potions textbook.
Why is that so close to the bloody door? Sirius wondered to himself, toeing the book out of the way, narrowing his eyes when a foreign scent reached his nose.
Jasmine and honey. There was something else too, but the only time he'd smelt something like that was after a wank when the scent lingered.
Sirius froze when he fully entered the room and saw that Draco's curtains were closed.
No way, Sirius thought with wide eyes and a bright grin as he spotted the small pile of female's clothes on the floor beside the Potter boy's bed.
Sirius had a split moment when he warred with himself over what he was about to do, but then his mischievous side won out and in a loud, cheery tone he sang, "looks like someone's having a grand ol' time!"
There were a few heavy moments of silence before a muffled yell came from behind the curtains, "fuck off, Padfoot!"
Sirius guffawed heartily, shaking his head as he turned on his heel to leave—he'd forgotten what he'd come up here for, regardless, he was going to leave Paws and his witch alone. (Of course he would give him copious amounts of flac for it at sometime soon, but for now Draco was off the hook.)
As he made his way down the stone stairway he almost bumped into Peter—who had a tied bag securely in his arms that was brimming with sweets. Sirius stepped directly into his mate's path, raising his hands slightly, "you don't want to go in there right now, Wormtail."
Peter tilted his head to the side and narrowed his eyes, "what did you do?"
"Me?! Why it is anytime something goes wrong it's my fault?" Sirius asked in an affronted tone, hands flying to his chest.
Peter shot him a droll look.
Sirius rolled his eyes and leaned down to ruffle the boy's mousey brown hair, "this time I haven't done anything...just don't go up there yet." Sirius paused before lowering his voice and saying suggestively, "Draco's got...company."
Peter almost dropped his sweets, his jaw falling open as he looked up at Sirius with eyes as wide as dinner plates. 'In our room?" Peter asked quite loudly and Sirius had to slam his hand over the boy's mouth.
"In his bed, now keep it down, Wormtail," Sirius hissed, he gave Peter a meaningful look before he removed his hands—the boy wisely kept his mouth clamped shut.
Sirius patted Peter's shoulder before turning the boy around and guiding him down the stairs in front of him with a firm leading hand.
The boys strode over to the fireplace where their friends were all laughing and joking about, and Sirius easily slipped in beside Riley and laced his fingers through his. James was sitting on one end of the couch with Mary sitting on his lap, laying back against him with a few Marigolds braided into a plait that was across the crown of her head and tucked under her auburn hair. Kira and Nancy were snacking on a few chocolates between them, and the mocha skinned witch scooted over so that Peter could fit in beside her, smiling brightly at the short boy as she chewed on her gooey chocolates.
Sirius noted that Lily was still out with her Hufflepuff beau, Frank and Alice were clearly still enjoying their Valentine's Day, and Hermione and Remus were nowhere to be seen.
To his credit, Peter lasted about five more seconds before blurting out so their entire group heard, "Draco's upstairs with Marlene!"
Sirius groaned and let his head drop onto Riley's shoulder.
No one said anything for a few moments before a low whistle came from Kira, "nice. Glad someone is getting some."
"Now now, Kira," Nancy said, tilting her head curiously at her best friend before patting Kira's wild curls.
Kira scoffed and popped another chocolate in her mouth, "it's true."
Sirius knew it had nothing to do with Kira's looks, because the girl was fit, but she could be a bit intimidating, and generally most guys couldn't handle her unbridled fire—plus most of them bored her to death within minutes of opening their mouths.
Sirius looked at James—whose cheeks were burning—and saw him glance at his girlfriend, who smiled and kissed his nose in response.
A loud crinkling noise came from Peter as he unwrapped one of his amber coloured sweets and popped it in his mouth, his brow was drawn together as he asked, "where are Hermione and Remus, I don't think I've seen them all day."
Sirius had a very good idea where the other Marauders were, and his eyes flicked over to James: the bespectacled boy was frowning deeply and his lips were pressed together in a grim line—clearly he wasn't the only one.
"Pretty sure I saw them in Honeydukes earlier," Sirius jumped in. A little white lie couldn't hurt—saving Moony's bacon from an overprotective Prongs would be his good deed of the day. Of course, it meant that he would get sole rights to tease Moony about it at a later date.
James shrugged and his attention was grabbed by something his girlfriend said.
Sirius sighed heavily in relief, looking at Riley only to see the hazel eyed girl looking at him with a knowing look. Sirius winked at Riley, before pressing a kiss to her cheek, "Happy Valentine's Day, gorgeous." It was like the girl had bottled sunshine and it poured out of her as she smiled at him; his heart skipped a beat and he squeezed her hand.
Yes, it had been a very good day indeed.