Something Unsaid
A/N- just sticking a couple of my favorite pairings together (except for Ginny and Dean who I really don't like together, but I needed another pair and it fit so I had to). I wouldn't say it's a story, so much as a realization. Very rushed, sorry for any mistakes.
In the end, it was Sirius who noticed it, long after the war, after the funerals, after the veil. He sits next to his lover on the faded golden loveseat, of what can only be called Heaven, waiting for their friends to call. Remus looks at him curiously, for in all the 30 some years he has known him, the expression of thinking will always lead to trouble of some sort.
" Knut for your thoughts love?" He asks Sirius, absentmindedly stroking his onyx black hair. Sirius nods. " Alright" He near whispers, and Remus is intrigued. It's raining outside, and with a fire burning warm in it's place, and a telescope to the live wizarding world sitting between them, Remus has never felt so cozy.
" Have you ever noticed?" Sirius begins, as they look down upon the world, still full of their loved ones, a scene below shows a grown Harry Potter, rushing to embrace a young blonde man, and sweetly kissing him on the collarbone. " How dark seems always to attract light?" Remus ponders for a moment. Sirius is right in many ways of course, as he usually is, but here, Remus thinks, even he doesn't know all the reasons.
The scene switches to a random house hold. Seamus Finnagan wraps his arms around a tired, but happy looking Blaise Zabini. The scope travels yet once more to Ginny Weasly and Dean Thomas, sitting in a living room that seems to reflect their own.
Sirius is right in the sense that during the war, the good would never rest. They were drawn to the dark side, if only to fight it, by a magnet so strong it would never let go. They needed to the dark to be the light, and it is true to say that they were attracted by it.
Even truer, perhaps, is the contrast between Harry and Draco's hair, silver platinum, against bright black, black as the night sky, so ironic, considering the war.
And as witness to the theory, Blaise and Seamus's hair too sandy blonde to ink black, swirls of curls melding together as they lie next to one another in bed.
And as though they needed more proof, the sheer contrast between Ginny's porcelain pale skin, and the dark chocolate of Dean's shows them that Sirius is not mistaken.
" It's true love" Remus murmurs, and he pulls Sirius into an embrace, " For I am drawn to you" and together they lie on the couch, safe in heaven, and the perfect combination between light and dark.