Pokemon Challenge: OrionMinerva, noble, "If you're waiting for a miracle, you're gonna be waiting for a while.", white
Word Count: 426
A/N: Now that Mysterious Ways is done, have a new pairing collection for all the random shippy drabbles I can't fit elsewhere.
To my loyal guest: I hope you'll be here for this one. I promise there will be at least one Drastoria
Sometimes Orion wonders why he bothers with this little rebellion. Nothing good can come from loving Minerva McGonagall, but it doesn't stop him. He continues to live for their stolen moments together, tucked away and hidden from prying, judgemental eyes.
It's almost cruel. He is burdened by his family's expectations. The noble House of Black has already planned his future for him, right down to his marriage to Walburga once he leaves Hogwarts. He knows he does not have time for romantic notions, that he should abandon hope and stop clinging to his dream of choosing his partner and living a happy life.
"If you're waiting for a miracle, you're going to be waiting for a while," he mutters, shaking his head.
Minerva looks up at him, brows raised. "What was that?"
Cygnus feels the heat stain his cheeks. He scrubs a hand over the back of his neck, clearing his throat. He hadn't even realized he'd spoken aloud. "Er… I just mean, well… Wishful thinking."
She straightens her posture, running her fingers over the creases of her white button up shirt before adjusting the gold and crimson tie at her throat. "And what were you wishing for?" she asks softly, inching closer.
He closes his eyes, inhaling sharply when her fingertips ghost over his wrist. For the first time in his life, he curses his family and their traditions. Why can't he come from a family where they wouldn't care about the blood status of the woman he chooses to love?
Really, he supposes he could fulfill his wish. He could run away and have Minerva by his side for rest of his life. But he knows it would not be that easy. He would be disowned and unable to provide a life for his beloved. Perhaps Minerva doesn't care about those things, but he does.
"Orion?"
He shakes his head. His thoughts have run wild and gotten away from him. There is still time for him and Minerva here, and thinking about the future and things he cannot change will only sully the otherwise precious moments he has left with her.
"Unimportant," he murmurs, pulling her close. His fingers toy with the pins in her hair, pulling them from their place so that her dark locks cascade down her back. "All that matters is this moment."
Minerva looks as though she wants to protest; she seems to settle for a shrug before wrapping her slender arms around him, her lips finding his.
Their time is limited, but Orion will cherish each and every one.