Fire met ice.
And for the first time in the history of the world, they clicked.
His gaze penetrated hers, and she glared right back; unwilling to back down. Unfaltering.
His eyes were as cold as ice. Steely blue grey and nothing short of piercing. Hers, were such an intense brown that in the right light seemed to glow violet; giving off a fiery impression.
It just happened. It wasn't supposed to, but it did. He wasn't supposed to love her, she was forbidden. He knew later he would pay for his sins.
Yet somehow she saved him. She saved him from everything. She saved him form the man he was to become, from the life he was to lead. Strayed him from the path of evil. She saved him from himself.
Of course, it wasn't easy. Their personalities clashed.
They were both intelligent, independent, and head-strong, but from there the line was blurred.
He was cruel, and close-minded. She was quick witted, and sharp tongued. Passionate. She never held anything back.
Then again, neither did he. Which is precisely why they are where they are today.
Their detention was at eight o'clock, and lasted until midnight. Surely hexing one another in the halls, and hitting innocent bystanders wasn't worth four hours of their time. Was it?
Dumbledore seemed to think so.
So they sat. On the fourth floor in an abandoned classroom, writing a three parchment essay on the consequences of being enemies. Dumbledore trusted them enough, however, to leave them alone.