I disclaim.
Redemption
The Beginning:
In Which Looks Are Deceiving.
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All mine. (:
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Sometimes he wishes that he can be himself, and not whom everyone expects him to be, because sometimes, it gets tiring to constantly be someone you have no interest in being.
And so after all the lights are out and the doors are locked, he is himself, in the arms of his lover, bare of any clothing, only covered by his partner's equally naked body.
The other students think they hate each other from the way they treat each other, but they can't be more wrong.
Hogwarts hasn't taught the students that looks can be deceiving, and that all beauty is not kind; all perfection is not pure. It hasn't taught them that sometimes a smile is only an invitation of death.
Their wands, shoes, bags--everything is littered around the floor, tangled in with their discarded uniforms, but they are oblivious to everything except themselves.
Sweat coats their bodies from their previous activities and his blonde hair is down and ruffled, and he has several bite marks along his chest and shoulders.
Absently, his partner's hand traces the hard muscles along his torso as his own hands run up and down her sides, tickling her sensitive skin.
He smirks and his eyes burn with that familiar passion she loves. She moans as he grinds his hips into her own, whispering her name into her ear, telling her what he's going to do to her, and how she'll love every minute of it.
Of course she'll love every minute of it. She loves it every time, from beginning till end, even though she's supposed to hate him.
She wraps her arms around his neck and kisses him, their tongues mingling, getting the fresh taste of the other.
Sweat pours down their skin as he thrusts into her. She moans into his mouth, raking her fingers across his pale back.
They lose all sense of time as they join together, their bodies never losing contact.
Eventually though, it ends. She shivers as he pulls away, missing the heat of his body. She wishes she could pull him back on her, wishes they could just sleep in each other's arms until morning.
But they can't do that. They can't risk other people finding out about their relationship because even though their sort-of connection, he is still a Death Eater and she is still one of the good guys.
He hands her her undergarments and she takes them without question, watching silently as he slips his black boxers back on.
They dress silently, making only occasional glances at their lover, both desiring something that cannot be expressed through words, only actions.
Its not until that they're both fully dressed, their hair redone, no evidence of what they've done, that she speaks
"I can stay if you need help tomorrow," she trails off, her face devoid of any emotion but a strange sadness in her eyes. She acts tough, but is she really?
Its just that...she'd rather die than look needy in front of him.
He isn't fooled, and his gray eyes devour her, a smirk playing along the edges of his lips. "With everything going on, I don't see how I can avoid asking for your help."
And that's all they are; two students needing help.
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