They think we're so wrong, and so perfect, for each other. They call me a silly girl, they think he's vain. And maybe I am, maybe we are. But underneath all that, underneath what everyone else sees, I'm insecure and he's scared. We came together like magnets. No choice in how we felt. Just two people, so different and yet so the same, drawn together inexplicably. A force brought us together, our bodies colliding. His hands on me and my mouth on his neck. Just because you think you know who I am, who he is, doesn't mean you do.
This drabble is for a challenge at HPFC. In my mind it's Cormac McLaggen and Romilda Vane, that was the pairing I was inspired by.