Chapter 1
"Fuck her that fucking bitch.” Marlene McKinnon muttered under her breath as she picked herself up from the Quidditch field splattered with mud. The crowds were cheering but not for Gryffindor, for Slytherin.
Dorcas Meadows just won the game with what Marlene considered foul play. Marlene stormed off to the locker room while trying to shake off some of the mud. “Just my fucking luck. Of course it had to be raining.” She muttered again.
She slammed the door and started her trek to the changing room. “Whoa McKinnon what has you so mad,” Sirius Black remarked as she fumed by. “Fuck you!” she responded throwing her hands up in an obscene gesture.
She quickly changed out of her filthy mud-stained robes back into a long white button-up shirt sloppily buttoned and black pants. She looked herself over in the mirror and her rain was still damp but looked mostly alright, there was a small bit of mud still on her face so she dragged it along her cheeks in the way a Muggle sports player would with black paint.
She sighed, kicked the trash can then left the locker room much to the chagrin of Frank Longbottom who wanted to go over strategies for next time.
Marlene strolled back inside the castle trying to get back to her dorm room where she planned to hex little pieces of paper into oblivion. “Hmf.” Someone smirked leaning against the wall of the corridor.
“Oh fuck me.” Marlene muttered under her breath, it was Dorcas Meadows standing there tall, dark, and beautiful somehow in spite of just playing a full Quidditch game in the storming rain she still looked perfect. “You could just ask you know.” Dorcas remarked jokingly.
Since first year they had been enemies, well more frenemies if you ask Dorcas. But Marlene hated everything about her, how beautiful she was, how perfect, how smart, and gifted everything about her made Marlene feel wrong.
“Just get out of my way.” Marlene shoved past shoulder-checking Dorcas. “Hey it's not my fault you're a bad sport,” Dorcas scoffed.
Marlene turned back. “Bad sport! BAD SPORT YOU CHEATED!” She raged. “I cheated! Bold of you to say.” Dorcas glared. “I've never cheated once you bitch.” Marlene scowled back into Dorcas’s dark eyes. “You little bitch it's not my fault you're jealous.” Dorcas said angrily.
They stared angrily into each other's eyes for a moment unsure who was going to make the first move, eventually someone did and before they knew it they were in a full-out brawl. “Oh fuck you I'm not jealous of anything! Not your perfect grades or perfect fucking hair or your Quidditch skills or beauty!” Marlene yelled in the midst of their fight. “Aw you think I'm beautiful.” Dorcas retorted sarcastically.
They continued winging at each other Muggle style screaming insults as they did so. “You always have to make it a fucking fight McKinnon! I never did anything to you.” Dorcas reminded her slamming her into the wall. “The fuck you mean it's always your fault!” Marlene yelled in disbelief.
“Oh yeah name how it's my fault you can't, can you!” Dorcas laughed in spite of Marlene slamming her fist into her jaw. “You..you…!!!” Marlene started trying to think of a concrete time Dorcas started one of their arguments whether that be physical or verbal.
“Ha I was right you can't!” Dorcas cheered wiping the blood from her nose. “Oh you bitch! I don't know it's just you ALWAYS do that to me!” Marlene raved. “What's that!” Dorcas asked avoiding another kick. “I don't know it's just you make me feel weird kinda sick and sweaty and shaky I don't fucking know you're the one doing it!” Marlene yelled in anger.
Suddenly Dorcas pinned her up against the wall. “Are you sure you don’t fancy me McKinnon!” She laughed.
Marlene froze thinking about it for a second she was so close now, could that be it? She smirked. “Maybe it is.” She remarked before reaching up to pull Dorcas closer to her kissing her.
Suddenly the fighting ceased. “Not bad Meadows?” Marlene smirked when they broke apart. “Took you long enough Marls.” Dorcas remarked rolling her eyes.
Marlene blinked dumbstruck. “What's that supposed to mean?!” She asked confused. “I’ll let you figure that one out McKinnon.” She smirked walking off. “But!” Marlene called. “Got a victory party to go to, come you can come around in an hour if you want, I heard you Gryffindors like parties.” She remarked giving Marlene a salute as she strolled off walking backwards in her old white converse. “Uh yeah bye!” Marlene called dumbstruck.
‘Um yeah bye’ she thought over. So childish and dumb! Marlene raised her hand to her face and realized in fact she was blushing… did Dorcas fancy her? She wondered a slight smile on her face.
She stepped off the corridor and started sprinting towards the Gryffindor common room, after all she had a Slytherin party to get ready for and next time Dorcas saw her she would look her best.