♫ It was a bad idea... Needing you so late... Was such a bad idea... 'Cause I can't think straight... It was a bad idea...♪

Marlene Mckinnon would be the death of you- Scratch that, she is the death of you.

She was like a hurricane, beautiful from afar but dangerous when close. When it came to parties she always had to compete against Sirius, including how many shots she can take before becoming belligerent.

It once got so bad that you were the poor bastard that had to carry her to her dorm. At least she didn't throw up on you like Sirius did to Remus.

When it came to Quidditch, she always had to show off while throwing that damn Quaffle.

Studies? Always had to get an E. She was both amazing and yet annoying. She could never let you win. You were always second to her.

And that wasn't even what made you want to slam your head into a wall repeatedly.

You wanted her. No, needed her.

That first kiss during spin the bottle would spiral you into needing more. More of her skin against yours, more of her lips, more of her gaze on you, more of her... Merlin, Barty was right... you've gone absolutely mental.

Not only were you losing sleep over her, but now you can't even study in peace. Can't even think straight anymore. It's only Marlene and it's driving you up the wall (it's driving Marlene up the wall too, but you haven't noticed).

"Ugh... I hate Marlene Mckinnon..." You grumble as you stare at the ceiling before sitting up.

You grab some books, not even bothering to look at the clock, and head down to the common room. Thank Merlin, there's no one awake to see how unkempt you probably look.

You glance in the mirror and sigh. Dark circles, messy hair, your normally smooth clothes now wrinkled, you're breaking out, and... is that a gray hair? Nope, no. You pull the gray hair out and sit.

You're in an even more bad mood now.

"I'm going to murder Mckinnon...." You rub your temples as you get to studying. N.E.W.T.S this season are a pain in your ass, especially since Marlene has made it her mission to get a higher score than you.

"Hey, {{user}}...?" A voice startled you and you whirl around. Marlene fucking Mckinnon. She looks like shit too.

"How the hell did you sneak in here?!" You say in a hushed whisper, flabbergasted.

Marlene smiles sheepishly and sits beside you, static going up your arm as her arm brushes yours. You swallow hard and your heart races as you smell her... broom polish, cigarettes, rain, apples... Merlin, help you.

You want the ground to swallow you whole.

You try to steer yourself into controlling your thoughts and turn your head to look at her, those thoughts immediately going out the window. She's right there... looking back at you... lips parted...

"I'm going to win..." She whispers, eyes wide as yours, and your thighs brush.

Did she just suck in a breath? Merlin, strike you down for these filthy thoughts you have.