Dedicated to the one I Love

nine

The sky turned grey and gloomy and the two felt rain drops getting heavier and heavier the more they walked.

Marianne and Peter looked at each other completely panicked, and the sky started to pour. The two ran, hands holding, into the nearest shade they could be on.

They were near the Three Broomsticks, Peter dragged poor Marianne inside, it was crowded to say the least. Marianne was shivering from the cold, "Alright, love?" Peter looked down, eyebrows contorted in worry. Marianne let out a laugh of relief, "yeah, yeah-"

Peter took off his jacket and wrapped it around Marianne who smiled appreciatively at him. She mouthed a thank you, "Wouldn't you be cold?" she asked, softly, as he guided her through the crowd of teenagers, finding a booth by the very corner of the Three Broomsticks.

He sat her and shook his head, "I have high immunity, rain doesn't bother me." he chuckled. "oh, lucky." Marianne pouted before chuckling. "Warm or cold butterbeer?" Peter asked.

"Warm, and hey- I'll pay for it." Marianne grabbed her bag and tried to pull out her wallet but Peter stopped her. "Oh no, today's definitely my treat, did i forgot to mention?" he smiled.

Marianne's lip parted slightly, admiring his beautiful features especially when he smiled.

"Marianne?" he snapped his fingers, "oh- oh sorry." she chuckled shaking her head, turning pink.

Peter shakes his head, grinning has become the normal for him these past few weeks thanks to Marianne.

He returned back with two warm butterbeers for him and her. She smiled so sweetly at him, it could've given him a sore throat.

He noticed she wore a rubber bracelet on her wrist that had said, 'Who the fuck is Mick Jagger'.

He looked at it for a bit then looked back at her. "Who's Mick Jagger?"

Marianne looked at him, putting down her mug. Peter chuckled and she furrowed her eyebrows at him. He pointed to her cupids bow and she wiped the foam that certainly made a moustache before laughing softly.

"Mick Jagger is a muggle singer from the band Rolling Stones." she shrugged. "I'm guessing you like the band?" he asked.

"I like muggle music, they sound better than the gibberish wizard music is." she shakes her head.

Peter nods. "Yeah, muggles have good taste. We like David Bowie and Elton John." he smiled. "Well, I do at least." he chuckled, taking a sip of his butterbeer.

Marianne watched him, absolutely mesmerised of him.

"Have you heard of The Buzzcocks?" she asked.

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Marianne sneaked Peter to her dorm, thankful that almost everyone is out in Hogsmaede.

He has never been inside a girls dorm. So he furiously turning red with every step he took as they neared Marianne's humble adobe.

She opened the door and hoped her dorm mates aren't there and sighed happily when no one was in there.

She let's Peter walk in, closing the door behind them and locking it.

While Peter adored the similar yet different design of the girls dorm from the boys dorm, Marianne neared her bed and kneeled down, pulling a trunk from under her bed.

Peter looked at the trunk that made a sound when she opened it and saw tons of Vinyls inside it.

"Oh, wow..." he breathes, absolutely fascinated by the amount of vinyls she had.