It was unheard of for a Slytherin and a Gryffindor to be together.
It was even more unheard of, when the top two students of said houses got together.
It was no surprise, seeing as that Slytherins and Gryffindors were sworn enemies, polar opposites in every way.
It was seen in their relationship as well.
Amara had light blonde hair, always in a pristine bun, icy sapphire eyes that froze men in their tracks. She was cold, unreachable… untouchable to her peers. She was the 'Ice Princess' of Slytherin. She was intelligent, one of the top in her year. A pureblood, to be sure, no one could mistake her cool poise and refined manners as anything else. She was raised to hate blood traitors like him. She was taught to hate mudbloods and the like.
He was her opposite. From his dark unruly hair, his silver gray eyes, carefree countenance and warm presence…
Amara shook her head, eyes roving the small alcove they were in.
It didn't make sense for them to be together.
But here they were, in this small clearing, away from the prying eyes of their batch mates, away from their usual monotonic lifestyles, away from the reality that forbade them from being together.
She wondered, when had this all started?
They never crossed paths before, their groups of friends in completely different spheres.
There was no reason for them to ever end up in this situation.
"What are you thinking about?" he asked her softly, his deep baritone voice soothing her as she snuggled deeper into his warmth.
"Nothing…" she reassured him, smiling softly, a smile that no one except the man holding her had the privilege to see.
It was no use to question things here, it would only ruin it.
This time was about escape.
These precious moments they had left… she couldn't waste them on petty thoughts.
These moments they shared were on borrowed time, they knew it.
Their reputation was always at risk when they were together, they knew that too.
But still, month after month, they met up here.
She didn't know if it was the adrenaline rush they would get that pulled them back here, or the feeling of indulging in something utterly forbidden… or maybe…
Amara sighed, cutting off her thoughts abruptly, there was no use thinking about that.
They had agreed, long ago, that their relationship would be strictly for benefits only.
Love was not part of that equation.
Sure, Sirius Black was what seemed to be the perfect man, but that didn't stop the truth that if she was somehow found out that she would be immediately disowned by her family.
It was actually a wonder that no one had realized their secret rendezvous yet.
She would have said it was because of how well they kept secrets, how well they lied…
But that wouldn't be true. The reason they could still be here was only because of pure dumb luck, and she wasn't going to deny it.
Silence surrounded the two, but it didn't suffocate them, or make them uncomfortable.
Somehow, silence had become their language.
Amara closed her eyes, breathing in his spicy cologne. He smelt of the forest after a long rain. It was refreshing…
They lay there, in each other's arms, until early morning.
"I won't be here next time." She informed him, her voice never raising, only retaining its cool distance.
Sirius didn't speak.
It was always like this.
She would say that, he wouldn't reply.
She would try to convince herself that she wasn't coming back here next month for one of these secret meetings and he would let her.
Why?
Because, somehow, he knew she would fail.
He knew they would be back here the month after this, and the month after that.
She knew that as well, but still, it didn't stop her from hoping that someday she would wake up and realize that what she was doing was wrong.
That gallivanting with this blood traitor would only shame her.
But until that time came, they would meet here and stay, wrapped in each other's arms, just until early morning.
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I was thinking of making this a real story… but I would like to hear your comments on it first. So please review!
