save the last dance for me
slytherin! lily enemies to lover marylily au
Mary casually examined the valentines piled high on the bedspread. Fragments of words were discernible on some of them - clearly men's names or declarations of affection. She had no desire to read any of them. She loved the attention, but for some reason, on this particular day, it made her feel ill.
Her train of thought was interrupted by the creak of the door opening. A second later, Marlene landed on the bed next to her, causing the "mountain" to crumble.
"How many are there this year? About twenty?"
"Stop it," Mary sighed, sliding back onto the pillows.
"There's one from me," Marlene turned to her friend, raising her eyebrows ingratiatingly. If she mentioned those stupid valentines again, Mary would strangle her. So, not wanting to appear guilty of murdering her best friend, she changed the subject.
"I thought you'd be in the living room." “I thought so too, and then Potter and his friends came in and he started howling at the top of his lungs about how he got nothing from "his Lily",” Marlene slid down after Mary, resting her sun- and dye-scorched mop of hair comfortably on her shoulder. “And what did he see in her? To me, she’s just a vile snake. Pretty, sure, but still vile.”
The familiar name made something in Macdonald’s stomach tie itself into knots. She only mumbled something in response to Marlene’s words, incapable of anything more. She pictured shoulder-length auburn hair, green eyes full of disdain, a wrinkled nose with faded freckles, and…
“The Hufflepuffs are throwing some kind of party today. Valentine’s Day, and all that. They asked the Headmaster for permission to transform the office,” Marlene poked her friend in the stomach. “Are we coming?”
"Let's go," Mary replied. She had no particular desire to dance, but spending the evening in the company of her friend and some girls she knew from other houses would be nice. Suddenly, the image of red hair surfaced in her mind again, and Macdonald, unexpectedly even to herself, asked:
"Will there be any Slytherins?"
"Well, probably a couple, normal ones."
***
They reached the right room at nine o'clock. Mary followed Marlene into the room and was almost immediately left alone - McKinnon had barely crossed the threshold when was dragged away by friends. The room felt a little stuffy due to the large number of people. The light came from a large red lamp and decorative stars hanging in the air, creating a pleasant dimness in the room.
While waiting for her friend, Mary swayed slightly to the leisurely melody of a decidedly romantic song, lazily surveying the dancers until her gaze caught an all-too-familiar red head. She lowered her gaze slightly and locked eyes with that same "snake." Lily Evans was sitting at a table in the distance, right hand resting on her cheek. Upon meeting her gaze, she raised left hand from under the table and wawed fingers mockingly (…or playfully?), almost lazily. The corner of her lips lifted ever so slightly.
And Mary? Oh, Mary wasn't about to be left behind. She quickly pushed through the crowd, straight to a table in the distance. She knew Lily was watching her, so at the last moment she veered left, blending into the crowd. She couldn't see Evans's face, but she knew she was frowning, trying to figure out where she'd disappeared to. Mary, deftly maneuvering between the students, makes a detour to Lily, who is sitting at a table. Not wanting to waste any more time, she places her hands on the girl's shoulders, pulling her toward her.
"Shall we dance?" she whispers directly into her ear.
Evans flinches in surprise, but quickly regains her composure. She touches Mary's hands on her shoulders with her fingertips and rises from her chair, standing in front of her. Even in the dim light, Mary can't help but notice what the slytherin is wearing: a flowing, dark emerald dress with straps that looks as if it was designed especially for Lily Evans. "Do what you want. But save the last dance for me," the words play somewhere in the background. Reflections of decorative stars dance in Evans's eyes. Mary doesn't see the faces of the people in the crowd, she doesn't see the tables, she doesn't see the decorations hanging in the air. Everything around her is unimportant. In her vision, only Lily exists now.
Mary doesn't notice the freckled face appearing right in front of her.
"Let's dance," Evans replies, holding out her open palm.
Mary Macdonald doesn't care that she kind of hates Lily Evans, and Lily Evans kind of hates Mary Macdonald. Right now all of Lily's attention belongs to Mary, and she's not at all unhappy. She's going to dance with the beautiful redhead hierl in the green dress as if there was no tomorrow.
(english is not my first language, so some parts of the text may look strange. im sorry)
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