you look hot when you win, feat. dorlene
warnings: sports rivals, making out (no explicit smut), pining, fluff, mentions of parties, competitive trash talk (not malicious)
summary: when the gryffindor team beat slytherin in a quidditch match, dorcas and marlene realise that theyāre both pretty hotĀ
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Marlene Mckinnon ran her hand through her blonde hair, a rich laugh rising up in her as her fellow Gryffindor Quidditch Team members raised her into the air. Well, more accurately Sirius and James were determined to hoist her up onto their shoulders, and she was more than happy to let them try. They had just won their most difficult match of the year against Slytherin, and Marlene could see no reason not to celebrate and party all night long. If she did say so herself, she had played really well today, and nothing would dampen her mood. Not even the pack of Slytherins, one of whom was Marleneās Quidditch rival, Dorcas Meadowes. The two had been competitive since their first game, and the only words that were exchanged between them were trash talk and casual insults. Releasing her hair from its ponytail, Marlene shook it out, allowing the strands to settle back into their messy wolf cut style, her clear blue eyes twinkling in the sun as Potter and Black chanted, āMCKINNON, OUR HERO!ā
Dorcas Meadowes watched this all unfold from across the pitch, standing next to her team. A couple of the other Slytherins in the group were sore losers, shouting abuse at the celebrating Gryffindors, while most were simply dejected. But Dorcas didnāt have it in her to feel any of those things. Not when, right in front of her, gripping onto her best friendsā shoulder, Mckinnonās face the personification of pure elation and joy and Dorcas could not resent her for it. It was a pretty good looking faceā¦ Recoiling from that unwanted but all too familiar thought, Dorcas shook her head. Soon enough, the sky had gotten a little darker and most students had left the pitch, leaving only Marlene, James and Lily, who were still shouting and celebrating, Remus and Sirius, who had slipped off for a not-so-subtle celebratory snog under the stands, and a couple of Slytherins shuffling around in pairs and threes. Them, and Dorcas. Who stood unnoticed in the chaos and hysteria of celebrationā¦ Suddenly embarrassed, Dorcas walked away, making her way to the girls changing rooms.
A few minutes after Dorcas had finished changing into a flowing summer dress, Marlene Mckinnon threw the door open with an exhausted sigh and began taking off her jumper while humming (not very tunefully)Ā one of those ABBA songs Potter was so obsessed with. Her hoarse humming carried across the room, careless and confident, as Marlene Mckinnon wasā¦ With most people, anyway. Dorcas rounded the corner before it got slightly creepy, and stopped when she realised that Mckinnon was now just in a sports bra and cargos, her back to Dorcas, swinging her hips to her own not-very-good rendition of Mamma Mia. Dorcas cleared her throat, one eyebrow raised as Marlene spun round.Ā
Marlene gulped. Like, in the way cartoons do when theyāre nervous. Pathetic. With a slightly flushed face, she cleared her throat ready to stare Dorcas down, who, unfortunately for Marleneās gay ass, looked horrifyingly gorgeous in a white dress that perfectly complimented her dark skin. Joy of joys, just Mckinnonās luck. Trust her to find a rival who looked so goddamn good all the time. So, naturally, Marlene Mckinnon, who, usually - she will have you know - is incredibly smooth and mysterious, began to ramble. āHey there Meadowes, stewing in your own loss, are you? Funny because I remember your whole team trash talking us not three hours ago. Although, I suppose thatās why they warn you about jinxing stuffā¦ You know, when you talk about it happening and then-ā
Dorcas wasnāt entirely sure what just happened. One minute, Mckinnon was looking endearingly flustered, backing herself into a corner with her nervous blabbering, and the next, Dorcas had her pinned up against the wall of the girlsā locker room, their faces millimeters apart. Not that she was particularly upset about the situation. Which, she probably should have been, given that they had been in competition for years and now they wereā¦ Well, here. And it had certainly shut Mckinnon up, which was the aim.Ā
āMaybe I just let you win because you look hot when youāre celebrating,ā whispered Dorcas. At this point, Marlene stopped functioning and her brain lost the ability to turn her runaway thoughts into words and all that came out was, āMeadowes, are you gay?ā
So, not the smoothest pick up line but hey, at least it was a relatively coherent sentence. āWhat do you think, Mckinnon?ā Dorcas murmured, staring at Marleneās lips. Impatiently, Dorcas moved her hands into Marleneās platinum blonde hair and pulled her into a rough kiss. Marlene was only happy to comply, placing her hands on Dorcasās waist, mumbling, āthis fucking dress,ā against her as they pressed further into the wall. Dorcas smiled against Marleneās lips, as her hands wandered around her face to cup her cheek. Marlene broke away quickly, winking and saying, āI still beat you though, Meadowes.ā
āShut up, Mckinnon.ā
