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She could feel his eyes on her. Somehow, his glare chilled her to the bone while burning her flesh. Even in the bar filled with people, through the commotion and conversation, she felt his eyes.
As he watched, he thought of how her skin felt under his fingertips. Judging by the flush in her cheeks, she remembered it too. But headstrong as she was, she would not raise her eyes to his. She would not give him that brief connection, that little piece of home, it meant too much.
She longed for him as he longed for her. She remembered those sticky summer nights they spent alone, falling in love as the moments ticked by. Making promises they knew they'd never keep, begging the Lord to help them try.
Their vacation from reality still ran through their veins. Love. Lust. Longing. Whatever it was, it was still there and they felt it. It drew her closer to him and wouldn't allow her to escape from his mind. Being together had too many risks. Too much would be lost. They both knew this and yet, their need for each other was ingrained in their souls.
She knew what he wanted. One look. One glance to make her decision. She'd drown in those eyes and there'd be no turning back. She wouldn't be able to let go again. He was the positive to her negative. One look and she'd crumble into him. One look and those promises would be kept.
If things were simpler, he'd be her hero. If the coin had one side, she'd give up everything. But things aren't easy, and though this isn't their war, they've been assigned sides and there's no turning back. He was a Slytherin. She was a Gryffindor. His family had pledged their allegiance to the Dark Lord. Hers were firmly set in Dumbledore's Army. A move toward him would be a move away from all she believed. So they sat, stalemated till a decision was made.
He kept his gaze steady, begging her to meet his eyes. She kept hers down. One look would validate everything they were trying not to feel anymore. It'd mean that she loved him as much as he loved her. That all those sweet nothings whispered in the heat of the moment held some meaning for both of them and those late night promises would be kept and cherished as vows.
His family would never stop searching, killing everything in their path before making him pay for his sins. Hers would say a firm goodbye and carry on, whipping her existence from their lives, but not their minds. Neither would be forgiven for this betrayal. Neither could forgive themselves for letting this go.
He couldn't bear it. She couldn't do it. Something had to give. The urge to look at him consumed her, but she held steady. One look would decide their fate. One look would give up everything. One look and she'd be his.
She raised her eyes to his.