for Love From a Muggle's "Castle of Secrets" challenge and for xakemii
Title belongs to Explosions in the Sky
remember me as a time of day
Maybe it's because whatever they have is so shiny and new, but it's not beautiful, and even Parvati, who spends her life finding beauty in the most miniscule things, knows that. It's not beautiful, it's many things, but not beautiful, not something that can ever be shown off.
And so they slip into the shadows, and they only ever meet in the twilight, when the castle is dark and only the stars are there to watch their descent.
Because a pureblood Slytherin shouldn't be kissing a blood traitor Gryffindor, and a girl whose best friend is Muggleborn shouldn't be sneaking off with a boy who routinely insults people for their blood. And they both know this, and maybe it's only the thrill of the secrecy and the forbidden aspect that keeps this affair alive.
That's the reasonable explanation, but when has Parvati Patil ever been reasonable? She reads declarations of love in Blaise's quick grin before he leans down and kisses her, and sees poetry in the way he rests his hand oh-so-casually on the small of her back, like it belongs there.
And maybe that's why she lets this secret slip to Lavender, knowing her best friend's penchant for gossip.
Blaise is waiting for her that night, in the hidden alcove on the fourth floor that Parvati has come to think of as theirs. Parvati smiles expectantly, but there is no kiss forthcoming, and she looks up at him sorrowfully. "I didn't think you'd mind."
Blaise shakes his head in disgust and maybe even regret. He vanishes into the twilight dim, taking the beauty of the night with him, because they themselves have no beauty, and now they never will.
Because after Blaise (after Parvati), twilight is only ever twilight, and the magicsecrecybeautylove is gone.