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Daniel hoisted her up and pressed her against one of the chalkboards on the wall. “You’re saving me,” he mumbled, his lips pressed up against her neck as he began to work on a hickey. He bit gently on her skin, mentally picturing himself as a vampire. He thought about weird shit like that while he was in heat.
“Do you know me? I’m always expecting a kiss. They just never fucking happen…” he wrapped his arms her waist and pulled her into one of the classrooms. “This’ll do. Classrooms are good enough for my Valentine’s hormones. Yours?”
“I do. That’s why I know you don’t know how to go for a kiss, nor sense when someone’s offering.” She laughed once more, wrapping her arms around his neck and moving along into the classroom. “Let’s not talk about my hormones, Mr. Cat in Heat.”
“Oh——” Daniel was caught off guard a bit, as he always was, but kissed her back nonetheless. “I’d prefer it somewhere where I won’t get caught. Again,” he mumbled in between kisses.
Marlene laughed against his lips as she sensed the surprise both in that Oh and the way he reciprocated her kisses. “Were you really not expecting that?” She added, letting out her words in what almost seemed a gust of air, her hands settling at his sides as she kissed him yet again a couple more times. “You had it coming making me feel so bad about your hormones with Valentine’s day here already.”
“Well, thanks,” Daniel laughed. “Too bad I can’t find anyone who’d actually want to do something like that for love.” Although his comment was mildly serious, a smile remained on his face. “Where?”
“Who knows? Just somewhere. Bertha told me closets are unoriginal, so we might have to go and find a more creative place.” She answered, at first shrugging lightly before tugging the neck of his shirt and pulling him into a kiss.
“ but soup is also a good enough source of heat. want to tag along with me, leny?”
“Maybe so, but considering I spend a quarter of my time consuming calories, there’s no real reason why I’m always freezing. Hugs are better than soup, too.”
Daniel let out a little giggle. He was happy someone finally understood what he was getting at. “Classy? That’s one word no one’s ever used to describe me. I gotta say, I hope Miss Scarlett is a cat because I’m feeling like I’m in heat.”
“I just want to let you know, if I was that kind of girl, I’d suck you off without expecting anything in return for Valentine’s Day. ‘Cause when you do something like that, you do it for love and not for what you can get out of it.” She granted at last, patting his shoulder and only keeping her hand to herself when she heard his comparison to a cat in heat. “Do you wanna go?”
“’Cause then you’re like, obligated to give a shit. If you hookup with someone on any other day the day after is just the same old thing, you know? Like, I don’t give a fuck about the people who suck me off enough to give them chocolates, but if I don’t do it on Valentine’s day suddenly that makes me an asshole. And I’m not an asshole.”
“Hmm, I can see how that’s a problem.” She completely understood the reasons some girls might have to be upset if they didn’t get something for Valentine’s day after a hook-up the day before, but alas... Marlene simply usually didn’t care. “You’re such a classy gentleman, Dani, I swear.” She laughed at his wording even if he seemed rather serious about this inconvenient. “I know you’re not an asshole. You’re as cute as a chipmunk and as sweet as the chocolate you don’t give away. It’s just a couple of days, suck in, Miss Scarlett.”
“Yeah, but it kinda fucks you over if you hook-up with someone the day before Valentine’s day.”
“Why would it fuck you over? The day before, the day after... pfft, any day. What’s the problem? I’m honestly failing to see it, Dani. Might be all the whoring I’ve done already, dunno.”
“I’m feeling pretty flirtatious for the 13th of February.”
“As everyone with raging hormones in this castle is. Tomorrow it’s either shagging or beating it off, isn’t it?”
“So basically you’re telling me you’re the human form of a chihuahua? Though I’m pretty certain they shake out of rage for the world.” He mused with a laugh. “I’m afraid either will be an difficult task considering I can’t even get into your dorm without being shot down the stairs on a slide, though for some odd reason they didn’t charm the boys dorm stairs.” He jested. “Well quidditch practice is over, so my only plans were to read some comics and nap.”
“I’ve been compared to many things in my short span of time in this castle. A chihuahua has never been one of them. One point for creativity.” Booping his nose with the tip of her index finger, she scrunched her own. “If there’s will, there’s a way. We’ll figure it out, I’ve discovered your body heat so late, but I’m not yet ready to give it up.” Nodding at the sound of his plans, Marlene nudged him, pushing her forehead against his chest. “Lead the way.”
Atlas did as he was told, wrapping the blanket around him and then holding his arms out to wrap the other into a hug. “You’re not going to die on my watch. I know, I produce and obnoxious amount of body heat, I’m kinda a fantastic cuddler because of it.” He hummed letting out a laugh. “No problemo.”
“It is so good! Last night there I was, shaking in my bed like a furless dog. I might have to request you sleep in a platonic manner with me. Or non-platonic, you know either is good by me.” Pulling at the sex jokes so early on, but ah well, people knew her, and they also knew nothing was sacred for her. Or almost nothing ever was. “I’m afraid your plans for the day are ruined unless you’re willing to drag me with you.”
“You obviously haven’t hugged me before, I am the best source of heat around. Pretty much the human equivalent of a space heater.”
“Okay. Get in here.” Marlene asserted, pulling the blanket off her shoulders just to throw it around his. “Now hold it in your hands... and wrap me too before I die.” Without really waiting for him, she wrapped her own arms around his waist and pressed her body against his. “Would you look at that? You really are warm.” Looking up at him, she settled her chin on his chest. “Thank you for not letting me freeze... and also for letting me have an excuse to hug you.”
“The weather is still cold, and I very well damn walk around with a blanket if I so wish to. Now, do you want to get in here with me or not? Snuggling and carrying the blanket is good enough source of heat.”
“I’m a prefect, thank you very much” she commented, slightly insulted by the fact that the other didn’t know her position. “I don’t mean people can’t snog, that’s none of my business, but really– I mean, they’re going to get caught anyway, so why not just– find some place new, like on the grounds, of behind the Groundkeeper’s hut, or… You know.”
“And I just told you I really never pay attention to those things. Don’t let it surprise you if you find me in jail a couple of years from now because I did something dumb in front of an authority.” She offered, not laughing it off this time around. “Maybe because closets are spaces that force them to be really close? I wouldn’t really know. I just go in there because I think it’s romantic.”
“When I’m doing rounds, I sort of have to make sure there aren’t any students out of bed. It’s in the job description.”
“Ah, right, right. Completely not my intention but every time the prefects... or whatever you are, I don’t know, every time they’re mentioned I just forget who they’re supposed to be. You could say I’ve had my brains snogged out inside closets far too many times by now.” She joked once more. She understood why student authorities were a need, but she didn’t get why most of them had to be so smug and serious and sadly rigid about it.
“The problem is when I do catch them and, believe me, it’s not a very pleasant thing to look at, a couple snogging that is. I know what closets to look into, too, so it’s all a pointless game, don’t you think?”
“So you actively go around, checking the closets to see if you find a couple? Sounds a little pervy, if you ask me, love. I don’t think it’s pointless if people keep to their own business, but that’s just me, eh?”
“Not something I needed to know” she pointed out, shuddering. “But I’m glad I’m not alone in this.”
“I’m just fucking with you, Bertha. Some laughter’s never killed anybody, as far as I know. But really, other than getting old, what’s the problem with it? At least they’re not doing it in plain sight. Now that... that would be unsettling, and that’s me saying it.”
