So, this is for the 'Script' Challenge over at HPFC and my song was 'Millionaires'. I kind of wanted to do LucyxHugo but there was no incest so here you go… (And thanks, always, to Sara for beta-ing)

They're kicking us out saying it's time to close

We're leaning on each other try'na beat the cold

Carry your shoes and I give you my coat

Walking these streets like they're paved gold

Make any more excuses not to go

Neither one of us want to take that taxi home

You lean against him, the top of your head only reaching his cheek but the two of you don't really care because this, what you both have, it's pure perfection.

You stole his coat from him because, although he wouldn't offer it to you, it was cold and you'd forgotten yours. That didn't stop you from taking off your shoes, though, and racing down the street with them in your hand. He followed you and the two of you ran through the muggle town.

And it was perfect.

You were purebloods, the both of you. You were supposed to be elegant and well-behaved and perfect children.

Perfect children you were not but you were perfect. You were perfect together.

You went to a muggle club and it was scandalous and you were acting so wrong but you did it together and because of that, it made it feel right.

You love your family, you swear you do, but you don't want to see them and he hates his family and he wants to see them even less. Besides, you're each other's family now.

The club is nearly deserted, it's three in the morning, it's a wonder that anyone's there at all, to be honest.

Sirius buys you both shots and you much prefer firewhiskey but you still tip back your head and take it in one try.

You're use to this kind of thing, if you allow yourself to be honest. You've been drunk more times than an innocent little Pureblood girl should ever get drunk (except, you're not innocent or little so maybe they'll let it slide). And you've woken up in a Gryffindor bed more than you ever should (Sirius's and he's pureblood so you're still not horrible)

You're a snake that likes to get drunk and out of control and you don't think you're bad or evil, just because you sleep in a dormitory decorated with green and silver. Your family is good (really, they are, you swear. They're fighting for the Light side, although the line is kind of murky and most of the girls you share a dormitory with are for the 'Dark side' and they're perfectly nice people) and you love them but you're still a snake because you don't belong anywhere else.

You'd like to believe you're the good characteristics of Slytherin house but you're probably not. But you're with Sirius, and he can be good for the both of you.

You climb up onto your chair and you might be a little bit drunk but who's to say and you can still sing, even despite the beer. He climbs up beside you and wraps his arm around your shoulders and maybe he can't sing as well as you can but he still tries.

You two aren't perfect at all and maybe that's what makes you both so perfect.

Your flaws.