Oh, how Marlene loved being a lesbian. Mainly because women were amazing and gorgeous, and partially cause it pissed so many men off, which she loved.

Besides, it meant she got to date you, his beautiful, intelligent, funny girlfriend. you had met through Sirius, and clicked right away. Marlene loved when you went to watch her quidditch matches, making you wear her jumpers to each one—all of her incredible jewellery and clothes were all yours to wear.

She loved doing your make-up, despite your different styles. she adored the way you looked at her as she did your eyeliner. She loved the look you would give to each other whenever somebody mistook Sirius as her boyfriend. she was yours. Completely yours.

You were sitting on her bed, after a long day of classes. you did not share a single one on Friday's, and it was torture for both of you. Marlene had your head cupped in her hands as she placed little kisses to your face. One on your cheek, one on the corner of your mouth, and a final one on your lips. “So pretty, luv. missed you a lot.”