#emmelene

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“Marlene, talk to me. I can see that you’re hurting, and I care about you so much, I just want to help.”

Alarm bells rang in Marlene’s head, and they blinked a few times before they could respond, their fingers stalling as they buttoned up their shirt. And, honestly, how the fuck could they respond to that? It had been under two weeks since they’d started sleeping together, and had only met up three times. What the fuck did she even think she saw in Marlene’s expression? They were doing 100% completely okay, thank you very much.

“I’m perfectly fine, Emmeline.” Because what right did Emmeline Vance have to Marlene’s thoughts, anyway? She didn’t know them enough to be privy to their woes. Not that Marlene had any woes whatsoever. This was a casual friends-with-benefits sort of relationship. Well, not even friends. They’d barely spoken beyond Quidditch shop talk before their first hook up after the Gryffindor/Slytherin match the Saturday before last. Emmeline was an acquaintance with benefits, and those benefits were limited to having sex so that Marlene could keep her mind off the things that were bothering her — which Emmeline did not have permission to ask about. 

“Are you sure?” she asked. “You keep staring off into space, like you’re lost in your own head.”

Marlene plastered a smirk on their face. “Yeah, I was just thinking about Quidditch. We play Ravenclaw next, and your team’s gonna be pretty distracting.”

Emmeline frowned. “Why?”

“‘Cause they’re all hot, of course.”

Emmeline blinked. “Er —”

“Would snog anyone on your team, to be honest.”

And suddenly Emmeline was on the floor. Marlene finished lacing up her boots before glancing down at her. “You good?”

“Erm, yeah,” said Emmeline, scrambling to her feet. “I just — didn’t realise you thought about my team like that.”

Marlene shrugged. “If they’re hot, they’re hot.”

“But — we’re exclusive, aren’t we? I mean, you’re not hooking up with anyone else, right?” Emmeline’s puppy dog eyes were frankly pathetic, but they did make Marlene feel a twinge of guilt in their sternum. “Sure, I mean, not right now. But who knows what’ll happen after that game.”

“Marlene,” Emmeline balked. 

“What? This isn’t a relationship, Emmeline. We’re having fun. And nothing lasts forever anyway.”

Marlene knew their words cut deep, but honestly? They didn’t see why this bothered Emmeline so much. She was a rebound. She knew she was a rebound. Marlene had told her she just needed someone new to fuck, and Emmeline had been fine with that. What had changed in the last twelve days?

“Well, if that’s how you feel,” Emmeline snarked, grabbing her school bag off the desk she’d discarded it on earlier. 

Marlene rolled their eyes. “Stop being dramatic.”

“Fuck you, Marlene.”

“You just did, sweetheart.”

But Emmeline was already out the door.

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they'd be the out lesbians in school fighting over the same closested girls until they realise they could just date each other instead of always being someone's secret fling

also fighting over lily evans!! but marlene always wins and emmeline is so bitter about that

loser lesbian couple!!! I love that. the girl that tries really hard to get good grades but never succeeds (marlene) and the girl that says she studies hard and gets good grades but doesn't actually (emmeline)

in a school teen band together, called the slackers. emmeline is the drummer and marlene is the bassist. they flirt during gigs

they fight over the position of mary's best friend (both having unrequited crushes on her at one point or another)

emmeline would drag her shopping and marlene would be standing there holding all her bags. marlene would drag her to quidditch matches and emmeline stands there judging everyone

emmeline watching marlene work out every morning