Hearts start breaking as the year is gone
The dreams beginning and the time's rolled on.
- The Last Song All-American Rejects
She bites her nails still, the most unelegant habit of the ages. She's a Gryffindor, sixteen, stately, and studious. Some say she's a Ravenclaw in scarlet, but none know her well enough to see the Gryffindor blood coursing in her veins. It wouldn't happen til years later that she'd be marked for her house.
It's simple, really, in this odd way. He's a Slytherin, fifteen, cunning, dark, and popular. Some say he's a half-bred boy with dreams higher than the highest crossbeams of the castle, but none know him well enough to see how deep his thirst for power is. It wouldn't happen til years later that he'd be marked by infamousy.
And neither like Dumbledore, the new proffessor. She says its because his unorthodox teaching methods, but really its because Dumbledore can look past her ambition and grades and see a little girl with a childhood cut short and no idea where the rest of her life is sending her. He says its because he rubs him the wrong way, but really its because Dumbledore can see through his charming mask and see a little boy with a darker hunger for power.
So there's a different darkness rising, Grindewald's forces ebbing fear into everyday life. And they bicker alot, Minerva and Tom, because she is a Gryffindor and he is a Slytherin and even then, before Weasley and Potter and Malfoy and Black, Slytherins and Gryffindors didn't mesh. She wonders why she wastes time arguing with a boy younger than her and he wonders why he's so commited to making the wisest witch of her age insulted.
And, truth be told, its an attraction. She is lured from her books and studying toward his more extroverted persona and he is lured toward her secrets, her air of haughty mystery. So when they are both shaken by fear for their lives from Grindewald, they fight about silly things like seats in the library.
But one time, a mistake, they kiss lightly and from then on out their less than civil conversations end with heavy kissing. She's regal and official and its not of her to be snogging him senseless but eventually its their lips that meet. He's got pressing social engagements but always pushes them aside when he and Minerva end up giving into one another.
So their relationship is hidden in the dark shrouds of a broom closet, forever secret until someone attempts to unearth it. But even if it was found, who would believe that Voldemort and the Deputy Headmistress had a relationship?
Author's note: not really going along with Heroes and Villians, my other Tom/Minerva piece, but written for those who wanted me to continue HaV. Times set off HP Lexicon, which inspired my whole shippage. So ageless is the quiet couple, Slytherin boy and Gryffindor girl. I was going to include a Draco/Ginny-esque ending where Minerva finds them, but thought it too complicated. I heart Liz for trying to keep me from writing more fanfics, Zane for tearing up my happy ending, WH and JW for being unknowing eye candy to tide me over for a couple weeks til school begins again. I miss school. Sniffles.
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