Who: Marlene and Dirk. When: Very late Tuesday night. Where: 7th year boys' dorm. What: Dude, they need to talk.
Marlene couldn't sleep. She'd been tossing and turning for what seemed like hours, growing increasingly frustrated with herself and the situation in general. The last week had been somewhat better, at least from a physical standpoint, but the emotional rift between herself and Dirk appeared to be growing wider by the day.
They really needed to talk. She'd tried seeking him out a number times, but he was never around. He'd even skipped quidditch practice (something he never did) twice in a row, and Marlene was convinced it was because of her.
She loved him. She resented him. She was carrying his baby and he couldn't even be bothered the speak to her. She was scared witless, and he'd all but abandoned her. She was a total wreck.
Quietly, she slipped out of bed and pulled on a lightweight dressing gown. She knew that he was in bed, and if that was the only place she could find him, so be it.
She padded down the girls' spiral staircase and back up the one leading to the boys' dorms. Dirk's dorm was dark and quiet, so she tiptoed in, crawled into his bed, and charmed the closed curtains with a modified muffliato.
"Dirk?" she whispered, giving his shoulder a gentle shake.