the grounds beyond the quidditch feild were quiet, for a change, many students scattered around the edge of the forest, that is.. until barty got a control of the speakers.

marlene sighs, her hands drop down to your shoulders from where you two were slowly swaying to the silence and beauty of the outside world, now rock music blasts through the grounds and you move to pull away.

“we dont need to stop, yknow.. i want you close to me.” marlene hums, holding you closer, gently letting her hands travel to your waist. “a little rock music never stopped a slow dance.”