Disclaimer: Not owning... and also not owning the lyrics to the song Sharpest Lives by My Chemical Romance.
A/N: Random. Slightly AU. Heh.
The Slytherin and the Gryffindor: Oneshot
This alone, you're in time for the show
You're the one that I need
I'm the one that you loathe
You can watch me corrode like a beast in repose
'Cause I love all the poison
Away with the boys in the band
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Click, click, tap, click, click, tap...
She wishes she had worn different shoes; these weren't even comfortable in the first place. She sighs and continues on her rounds, crimson hair dwindling between her small fingers.
She watches the smoke sneaking out from the sixth floor broom closet immediately. And, also immediately, knows exactly who it is. A secret grin spreads across her face. Her pace quickens.
She pauses outside the door, enjoying the feeling of the cool knob against the soft skin of her palm. She twists it; the door swings open, but she can't see past the darkness.
Tentatively, she puts her hand out in front of her and holds it there.
It happens very quickly then. He pulls her in, and she clings to him. It's no longer a fag in his mouth but her tongue. The doors swings shut.
But no, this isn't right. Things like this don't happen... people like them don't come together; don't make out in dark broom closets. People like them are complete opposites: black and white, apples and oranges, good and evil, on and off, left and right, light and darkness, Slytherin and Gryffindor...
Lily Evans and Evan Rosier.
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A/N: -shifty eyes-
