I also used a prompt for this drabble: indulge
3. And there was no better place to be
"Cheers, mates! We're done!"
Elated roars and shouts filled the Gryffindor common room. Sirius jumped down from the table he was standing on, one hand gripping the neck of a bottle of firewhiskey, and his eyes immediately searched the room for a flash of golden hair or warm brown eyes - only two of the many characteristics about Marlene that he adored beyond reason.
The moment his eyes found Marlene's laughing form, he headed straight for her. Sirius wasn't sure if she was talking with anyone, but he didn't particularly care. All he wanted to do - and it was all that he did - was wrap his arm around her waist, pull her close enough so he could smell the flowery scent in her hair, and kiss her until her lips were all that he could think of. It seemed a disservice to both of them, Sirius thought, to break apart.
Marlene's gentle brown eyes gazed into his and she gave him a small smile. "I think your fellow Marauders are trying to get your attention."
"Prongs isn't really as good of a kisser, and you know that I wouldn't rather be anywhere else," Sirius replied. He raised the bottle he was holding and said, "Come on, Marls. Indulge a little."
"In what? You, or the firewhiskey?"
"Both is fine."