James Potter

"As you should," she breathed, her words muffled by his lips as she had barely bothered to pull away, but clear enough to understand. At this stage she wasn’t sure if talking was a break from kissing, if kissing was a break from talking or maybe even both. All she knew was that one kept getting interrupted by the other. She smirked, moving her hand through his hair, letting her nails scrape his scalp slightly. "Oops?" she said, as innocently as she could manage with her lips millimetres from his and her legs around his hips.

Her lips, that were so soft and gentle before, now moved with his without any hesitation or sign of doubt. James doubted that he could possibly holder any closer to him if she was on top of him. He shuddered at the thought, then, much worse, he felt her hands scratch through his scalp and tore his lips from hers to let his head roll back while a guttural groan seeped out his mouth. He look at her mutinously. "Do that again." He mumbled, reconnecting their lips which seemed to glide over each other with such ease it was second nature.

"Oh, shut up", she snorted and punched his shoulder lightly. "Please don’t ever think about becoming an actor, you would be absolutely terrible and I would probably end up having to be the one, to tell you just how bad you are and I don’t want to have to do that, so don’t ever become an actor", the brunette explained and laughed with him as she shook her head.

"Yes, yes, let’s go there first. I think I might just get about everything to try it out, you know?" she told him with a grin and shrugged slightly. "You know, it wouldn’t be a prank war if I just needed guys though enough to try things out on", she explained with a smirk. "Or are you not tough enough?" Marlene raised one eyebrow at that question as she was sure what the reply would be now.

"Right well here we are." He smiled excitedly and swung his arm back about Marlene's slighter shoulders until they were walking as they had before they had boarded the carriage. "Bloody cold." He noted, frowning briefly as he lead them down the small path that would lead them to the high street. They weren't alone, a crowd of students were all following the same path so really, James was just following the crowd at that point.