Pinky Promise

by provocative envy

COMPLETE: Because her voice is light and airy and musical and the only thing he can come up with to compare it to is a cloud—which is crazy. Voices aren't clouds. Clouds aren't voices. Clouds are…clouds. They float and they're filled with rain and they cover up the sun. Luna's voice isn't like that all. Luna's voice might as well be the sun. MF/LL. (Companion to 'Bite Marks').

4. Day Three

Pinky Promise

By: Provocative Envy

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-Day Three-

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Marcus wakes up to a dreamy, sleep-soft voice in his ear.

"Marcus."

He grunts.

"Marcus."

He curls his arms above his head, muscles popping and shoulders flexing.

"Marcus."

He burrows his face deeper into his pillow, dragging in a breath and humming happily when he registers the faint scent of Chai tea and citrus shampoo—it's just so nice, fuck—

"Marcus, I want to have sex."

He bolts upright.

"What? Right—right now?" he bleats, squinting at Luna in the dim, lavender-tinted light of the very early morning; and her hair is escaping the long, messy braid she'd put it in the night before, and her eyes are a shimmering, stormy sky blue, deceptively innocent next to the liquid slant of her smirk—and what the fuck is that about, Luna doesn't smirk—

Except Luna apparently absolutely does smirk, and she does it with a super terrifying amount of promise that she's literally already delivering on, shit, because she's naked and she's nudging his arm so that he rolls onto his back and the sheets pool around his hips and she's straddling his knees and she's dropping a series of hot, open-mouthed kisses onto his neck and his chest and his torso, the plush cushion of her lips grazing the underside of his cock, and he's crazy fucking hard and he's crazy fucking awake and he remembers with vivid, electric clarity how fucking awesome the previous night had been, how good she'd felt and how intensely he'd reacted—and his name had been like syrup on the tip of her tongue and she'd tasted sweet and salty and yeah, fuck yeah, he wants to do that again, wants to eat her out and make her come—and come—and come—until she's soft and sensitive and fucking soaking wet—

So.

He does.

He gently pushes her towards the foot of the bed, staring a little shamelessly as her breasts bounce with the movement, and hitches one of his shoulders under one of her thighs, spreading her legs wide and exposing her cunt to the chilly morning air; and he pauses, runs his thumb along the hollow of her pelvis and then down, in, around and around her clit, and he's not—he's not a subtle guy, like, he isn't smooth and he isn't sensual and he's pretty sure that seducing a fucking houseplant would be beyond him if it really came down to it—and he's had sex before, a lot of it, and he's gotten off and he's given his fair share of awkward morning-after orgasms to avoid looking like an asshole but this doesn't—Luna doesn't belong in that category, no, not when that category is all split-second guesses and insincere smiles, smeared lipstick phone numbers and crumpled up condom wrappers—and Luna, Luna, Luna is bright honesty and cheerful laughter and this blinding effervescent belief in things that shouldn't be real and shouldn't make sense but they are and they do and it's her, he fucking knows it, knows that she's special, even if it's just to him—and he leans in to fit his mouth over her cunt and hears her gasp and sees her fingers twist in the sheets and he flicks his tongue out, dipping into tight wet warmth and swirling swirling swirling—and he uses his hands to map the curve of her ass, squeezing and rocking her hips forward so that she can grind herself against his mouth, and then he fucks three of his fingers into her cunt and flattens his forearm against her lower abdomen and he wraps his lips around her clit and he slurps and she tenses and he waits and she shatters—

"Oh, my God," she finally whispers. "Marcus."

And he grins, and he presses a kiss to her trembling inner thigh, and he thinks about how fucking cool it would be if he got to do that every morning.

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(10:14 am) bro

(10:14 am) we need to talk

(10:16 am) ?

(10:16 am) youre sitting next to me

(10:17 am) yeah

(10:17 am) and youre gonna spread some of that full fat strawberry cream cheese on my fucking bagel

(10:18 am) when granger isn't looking

(10:18 am) whats ur point

(10:19 am) is that enough

(10:19 am) maybe like

(10:19 am) a SMIDGE more man

(10:19 am) im fucking dying over here

(10:20 am) egg white omelets are like

(10:20 am) remember those nickelodeon shows

(10:21 am) with the fucking

(10:21 am) huge ass buckets of green slime

(10:21 am) like

(10:22 am) "you got SLIMED tiny children now go watch doug wear a sweater vest and hella creep on patty mayonnaise"

(10:23 am) snape would have had a field day with doug

(10:24 am) fuck yeah he would have

(10:24 am) no means no bro

(10:24 am) preach it

(10:25 am) so egg whites are slimy?

(10:26 am) its like someone put a fucking sea cucumber in malfoy's fucking vitamix

(10:26 am) gross

(10:28 am) that reminds me

(10:28 am) you know what else is gross

(10:30 am) wheat germ milkshakes?

(10:31 am) yes

(10:32 am) BUT ALSO NO

(10:32 am) STOP CHANGING THE SUBJECT

(10:33 am) im not following

(10:34 am) ITS HELLA GROSS

(10:34 am) LISTENING TO BLONDIE

(10:35 am) GIVE THE WHOLE HOUSE A FUCKING PLAY BY PLAY OF EXACTLY WHAT YOU CAN DO WITH YOUR TONGUE

(10:35 am) I JUST

(10:35 am) I AM BESIDE MYSELF

(10:39 am) her name is luna

(10:40 am) not blondie

(10:42 am) NO

(10:43 am) do you want more cream cheese

(10:43 am) what the fuck do you think bro

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Marcus goes with Luna to the historical society after lunch, and it's…old.

It's located on the ground floor of a sprawling Victorian mansion that reminds him of the haunted house at Disneyland—like, there's a spiked, super tall cast-iron fence lining the snow-banked lawn; peeling slate grey paint and half-rotted, whitewashed dormers dotted sporadically along the roof; and a stained glass diamond-paned window installed above the front door with a fucking trio of ravens in the middle.

"Are you, uh, sure this is it?" he asks Luna, scratching the back of his neck and glancing around warily as they climb the creaking plywood porch steps; Luna has her arm looped through his elbow, the wool of her turquoise pea coat scratchy against his North Face fleece.

"Yes," she chirps. "But I called ahead—the records I need should be waiting for us in the orangery."

She leads him around the porch, to a narrow dirt path that stretches out behind the house, and he blinks in confusion—how the hell does she even know where she's going?

"Orangery?" he mumbles, tripping over a gnarled tree root. "Records? Couldn't—uh—isn't there, like, a city hall?"

"Not those types of records," she replies with a carefree squeeze of his bicep. "I need personal records—diaries, letters, local newspaper clippings. Speaking of, have you noticed the tension between your friends? Daphne and Theo and Blaise? I suspect that their relationship is somewhat rocky…which is in line with Daphne's aura, to be honest—she's been glowing Robin's egg blue the past few mornings. Oh, we're here!"

Marcus hesitates at the entrance to the orangery—which really seriously just looks like a fucking greenhouse—and has to shake his head to clear it. Auras are a Luna thing. Like hauntings, and spirits, and scary Gothic horror throwback mansions. Although…he's a little curious about what color his aura is. His dad's is probably that gross swampy brown-green that frogs use to camouflage themselves in the mud, but Marcus imagines that Luna's is pink—bubblegum pink, pretty and sweet and happy—

"—all done!" Luna announces, tucking a thick white envelope into her bag, an iridescent purple nylon satchel covered in sequined yellow banana peels. "Did you want a ginger snap? Gladys left a plate. They're decorated with rainbow sprinkles, which shouldn't be delicious but actually somehow is…maybe it's the social commentary—"

"Whoa, did you—did you say Gladys?" Marcus interrupts, grimacing at the memory of having to buy scented fucking candles with Theo. "Gladys runs the, uh, the historical society? That's—yeah?"

"Yes?" Luna answers, tilting her head to the side; she looks puzzled in very vague kind of way, lips parted and gaze focused on his with an earnest expectancy that makes him want to fucking kiss her, shit.

"Theo and I—we met her in town yesterday," Marcus explains, tentatively wrapping his arms around Luna's lower back to draw her in closer. He thinks he sees a smile flicker across her face, and his heartbeat stalls and stops and starts up again with a flurry of warmth and nerves and—

"You must have been the strapping young men she was talking about, then," Luna says with a quiet giggle. "She went on about you for a while."

Marcus coughs out a chuckle and can't help but tighten his grip on Luna's waist to draw her into a kiss—

And it's light and deliberate, hazy with the soft, yearning ache of how much he fucking likes her, likes how time seems to slow down and the world seems to simplify and he just—relaxes, yeah, doesn't have to worry about not getting it or not keeping up because it's Luna and she's like a living breathing antidote for the anger he'd always always always been convinced lurked right beneath the surface of his skin, prickling and buzzing and ringing like the fucking starting bell at one of his dad's fights—

And Marcus would tell her that, he would, except—except he's bad at expressing himself, bad at talking about shit that matters—

He pulls away.

He swallows.

He meets her eyes, and there's a moment of unprecedented stillness as she studies him.

"Me too," she suddenly declares, reaching for his hand and beginning their long trek back to the street.

He furrows his brow.

"You…too?"

She bites her lip.

"Everything you didn't say," she murmurs. "Me too."

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(7:01 pm) wtf are pansy and granger fighting about now

(7:01 pm) potter and malfoy look like theyre about to cry

(7:02 pm) hey

(7:02 pm) if they exchange bro hugs

(7:02 pm) within the next two days

(7:02 pm) you owe me fifty bucks

(7:03 pm) NEVER FORGET

(7:04 pm) fire hazards

(7:04 pm) ?

(7:05 pm) pansy wants to light the fire pit

(7:05 pm) and make like

(7:06 pm) fire themed fizzy drinks

(7:06 pm) with dr pepper and everclear

(7:07 pm) and sparklers

(7:08 pm) ?

(7:08 pm) idk if i heard that part right

(7:08 pm) i was doing something with luna

(7:08 pm) DUDE

(7:09 pm) GROSS

(7:09 pm) NO

(7:09 pm) STOP

(7:10 pm) what?

(7:10 pm) oh

(7:10 pm) no

(7:11 pm) we weren't doing that

(7:11 pm) we were looking over the thermal imaging footage from last night

(7:12 pm) for the spirit's heat signature

(7:15 pm) ...that sounds like an elaborate fucking cover story bro

(7:16 pm) yeah

(7:16 pm) not buying it

(7:17 pm) ANYWAY

(7:17 pm) FIRE PIT

(7:17 pm) are we taking votes

(7:17 pm) cuz i am HELLA here for fucking sparklers man

(7:18 pm) are they the ones from the fourth of july party

(7:18 pm) those georgia tech guys were chill as hell

(7:24 pm) they set the barbeque on fire

(7:25 pm) I KNOW

(7:25 pm) HOW BADASS WAS THAT

(7:29 pm) about the voting

(7:29 pm) hermione said this vacation isn't a democracy

(7:29 pm) and then draco rolled his eyes

(7:30 pm) and said "so you've decided on communism"

(7:31 pm) and potter burst out laughing

(7:32 pm) and hermione just pointed to their bedroom door

(7:32 pm) and called it the iron curtain

(7:33 pm) idk what that means

(7:33 pm) but

(7:34 pm) draco looks kind of pissy now

(7:34 pm) potters still laughing

(7:35 pm) do you think he'll get to be best man when draco and hermione get married

(7:37 pm) probably yeah

(7:38 pm) but im getting the fire pit set up with pucey and blaise

(7:38 pm) come help

(7:38 pm) also

(7:38 pm) i appreciate granger about 200% more now

(7:38 pm) like

(7:38 pm) hella appreciate granger

(7:38 pm) shutting malfoy down like that takes talent

(7:39 pm) even though she hid the butter

(7:39 pm) wtf

(7:39 pm) why is god testing me like this

(7:40 pm) because ur an asshole

(7:41 pm) the sodomy probably doesn't help

(7:41 pm) lol

(7:45 pm) hey man do u know where daphne is

(7:46 pm) shes playing monopoly with warrington

(7:47 pm) shes kicking his ass

(7:47 pm) she has like four hotels on boardwalk

(7:48 pm) oh

(7:48 pm) typical

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Around eleven that night, Luna changes into a pair of tiny blue spandex shorts and a tie-dye sports bra and goes out to do something she fondly refers to as 'snowga'—and Pansy overhears the tail-end of the conversation and laughs so hard she sloshes half her vodka-cranberry onto the polished bamboo floor of the kitchen.

"Snowga," Pansy drawls, giving Marcus an exaggerated eyebrow wiggle. "That's…different. Special, even."

Marcus sighs.

"Don't go there, Pansy."

Pansy peers at him with bleary-eyed suspicion, and then—

"I knew it!" she shrieks, spilling the rest of her drink as she spins around to shout, "Daph! You owe me a gallon of hazelnut gelato! The eagle has landed! I repeat, the eagle has landed!"

Marcus frowns.

"The eagle—what?"

Pansy flaps her wrist and shushes him.

"—verbal confirmation, Pancake, that's what Cassie insisted on—" Daphne calls out from the living room.

"Cassie?" Marcus mouths to himself.

"—look, if I say the eagle has fucking landed then the eagle has fucking landed, okay—" Pansy is retorting, raising her voice "—eagle is fucking hibernating for the winter he's so landed—"

"What are you talking about?" Marcus interjects loudly.

Pansy pauses.

"We bet on whether or not you and blondie were fucking with feelings or just fucking," she replies with an easy, unrepentant shrug. "I was pretty sure you were, like, writing sonnets to her eyes or some shit in your spare time, so…I totally won. I always win. It's almost boring, you know?"

Marcus isn't nearly as fluent in Pansy as Potter probably is, but he thinks that he understands what the point of this conversation might be.

"So," he says, nudging her shoulder with his own. "You approve, huh? Of Luna?"

Pansy leisurely inspects the vibrant red polish on her fingernails.

"You look at her like Draco looks at Granger," she sniffs, pursing her lips.

Marcus snorts out a small, affectionate laugh.

"Like Potter looks at you," he corrects.

And that makes Pansy smile for real, slightly crooked and wholly genuine—

"I'll split the gelato with you if you call Warrington Cassie to his face."

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(12:10 am) BRO

(12:10 am) WHAT THE FUCK

(12:10 am) THAT WAS CRAZY

(12:11 am) IM FUCKING

(12:11 am) IM SCREAMING

(12:12 am) THIS FUCKING BULLSHIT HOUSE

(12:12 am) IS FUCKING HAUNTED

(12:12 am) FUCKING

(12:12 am) FUCKING CRABBE AND FUCKING GOYLE MAN

(12:13 am) WHERE DID THEY FUCKING FIND THIS PLACE

(12:13 am) THIS IS FUCKING

(12:14 am) IM FUCKING SCREAMING BRO

(12:14 am) WHAT THE FUCK

(12:14 am) WAS THIS THEIR DRUG DEALERS IDEA OF A FUCKING PRANK

(12:14 am) IS THAT WHAT THIS WAS

(12:15 am) FUCKING

(12:15 am) "MILLICENT"

(12:15 am) MORE LIKE

(12:15 am) FUCKING

(12:15 am) MALIFICENT

(12:16 am) FUCKING

(12:16 am) BULLSHIT

(12:16 am) FUCK THIS IM GOING TO BOISE

(12:17 am) WE'RE ALL GOING TO FUCKING BOISE

(12:17 am) PACK YOUR SHIT

(12:17 am) TELL BLONDIE THIS ISNT A FUCKING PATRICK SWAYZE MOVIE

(12:18 am) THE GHOST IS NOT FUCKING FRIENDLY

(12:18 am) IT FUCKING

(12:19 am) WHAT THE FUCK BRO

(12:19 am) WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK

(12:20 am) ur not screaming

(12:20 am) ur doing shots of malibu in the kitchen

(12:21 am) with draco and blaise and potter

(12:21 am) and vince and greg have two dealers

(12:21 am) millicent and dolohov

(12:22 am) we don't know which one suggested this house

(12:22 am) it could have been dolohov

(12:23 am) oh

(12:23 am) and the spirit is fine

(12:23 am) luna says it was probably just startled

(12:24 am) FUCK THAT

(12:24 am) STARTLED MY ASS

(12:24 am) MY FINE

(12:25 am) WHITE

(12:25 am) STATISTICALLY MOST LIKELY TO SURVIVE THE POLTERGEIST ATTACK

(12:25 am) ASS

(12:26 am) AND ITS NOT MALIBU

(12:27 am) STOP CALLING IT THAT

(12:27 am) ITS FUCKING

(12:28 am) DRAGON BERRY RUM

(12:28 am) GOD FUCKING DAMN IT MALFOY IS SUCH A FUCKING NARCISSIST

(12:28 am) I DIDN'T EVEN

(12:29 am) WHY IS IT ALWAYS ABOUT THE FUCKING DRAGONS WITH THAT ASSHOLE

(12:29 am) FUCK ALL OF THIS I DIDN'T SIGN UP FOR THIS SHIT

(12:30 am) FUCK BOISE

(12:31 am) THAT'S NOT FAR ENOUGH

(12:31 am) IM GOING TO FUCKING

(12:32 am) SEATTLE

(12:34 am) the spirit isn't a poltergeist

(12:34 am) and luna says its friendly

(12:34 am) it just didn't like that u and i were hitting each other

(12:38 am) WE WERE SPARRING

(12:38 am) LIKE MEN

(12:39 am) WE ARE MANLY MEN

(12:39 am) WHO SPAR

(12:40 am) okay

(12:40 am) do u want me to tell you where hermione hid the doritos

(12:41 am) I ALREADY FUCKING FOUND THE DORITOS BRO

(12:41 am) AND THEYRE GONE NOW

(12:41 am) HELLA GONE

(12:41 am) BECAUSE WE ARE MANLY MEN

(12:42 am) WHO FUCKING

(12:42 am) DEMOLISH THINGS

(12:42 am) LIKE

(12:43 am) FUCKING

(12:43 am) PATRIARCHY

(12:43 am) AND GHOSTS

(12:44 am) FUCK GHOSTS

(12:44 am) KILL THE GHOSTS

(12:44 am) KILL THEM WITH FIRE

(12:45 am) maybe u should put away the malibu

(12:46 am) hey

(12:46 am) bro

(12:47 am) MAYBE YOU SHOULD PUT AWAY THE PATRIARCHY

(12:47 am) HUH

(12:48 am) WHAT NOW

(12:49 am) daphne is already in bed

(12:49 am) just fyi

(12:50 am) u guys should join her

(12:52 am) gfbfenwuck

(12:53 am) ?

(12:53 am) fuck

(12:53 am) idk

(12:54 am) sometimes too much of a good thing can be

(12:54 am) u know

(12:54 am) too much

(12:54 am) like

(12:55 am) this fuKCKING DRAGON BERRY RUM

(12:55 am) u guys will work it out

(12:56 am) yeah

(12:56 am) and if u don't

(12:56 am) u won't lose them

(12:56 am) not as friends i mean

(12:57 am) we're all way too codependent

(12:57 am) to really go anywhere

(12:59 am) dropping that truth bomb bro

(01:01 am) but u really should put away the malibu

(01:02 am) FUCKING FIGHT ME ABOUT IT MARCUS

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Author's Note: I'm finishing this fic in its entirety this week. There are…like, one and a half more chapters—one of which will have a super special hipster!Tom Riddle cameo—and they'll both be posted by the end of the weekend. If you don't follow me on Tumblr, you probably aren't aware of how insanely out of hand this AU has actually gotten; there are approximately four more pairings/fics planned out, and a whole new wave of characters who've been mentioned but not officially introduced. Ginny x Scabior will be coming once I have this fic wrapped up.

I'm…not sorry?

xoxo

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