A little smudge of AU, for Brownie.
Stolen were the kisses that hammered against her lips at every lone moment together.
He would never miss an opportunity to suck and nip her, black and blue; and she would never let him.
A vague but vast, unsaid promise of friendship towards his girlfriend made any chances of the sucking and nipping vanish completely, for though Gryffindors were brave, they were also loyal.
(with selective cowardice)
They would talk with one another, like always, so no one would think any different of their usual array of hugs and smiles.
(but he craved more)
His lips would try to find her own in a messy and unwilling kiss. She would tell him it's wrong of them to do such things, and that their friend - his girlfriend - does not deserve something something so... hurtful.
She would tell him that he has to wait; to keep his trousers buttoned up and his tongue safely behind those crooked teeth. He would groan, a needy one, and grasp her waist with both hands, lean in and brush his nose against her own; tongue safely stowed away and trousers nice and comfortable and hanging off his waist, not his ankles.
He would whisper to her, those vague but vast promises. Promises that friends do not make to one another. The kind that are probably best left unsaid but still end up being murmured quietly, in a forgotten corridor.
Both unable to hide in the shadows, for those kind of promises are solely reserved for rays of daylight.
