You meet in secret, sneaking out of your dorm well past midnight, after your roommates have fallen asleep, hidden under the invisibility cloak you stole from Albus. You meet wherever you can; in classrooms, your dorm, his dorm, anywhere that you could get those precious moments of privacy that you both desire so deeply, so desperately that you can feel it in every part of your body. Those moments where his lips are on your skin, kissing, sucking, and biting here and there. Those spots he knows to pay attention to your collarbone, your earlobe and especially, especially your neck. Sweaty palms and sticky kisses were etched into your mind permanently; his throaty groans as your hands and mouth roamed his body, trying to memorize every inch of his beautiful porcelain skin. The way he would touch you so tenderly and yet so full of passion and how he knew just what to do to elicit a moan from your tiny mouth. But it's always over too quickly, you're never with him as long as you'd like and he's always pushing you out of the door, telling you to stay hidden, reminding you, always reminding you, of what would happen if people found out. And the next day you do the same thing. You will always go back to him and he will always go back to you.