emptiness is a pit full of void
They didn't love each other – at least not a first – but they have every reason to have that one moment – one with love and pure ecstasy; and then they can come back to reality. – ScorpiusDominique
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter - got that?
They find themselves in a broom cupboard on day – he; just getting over the fact that he was dumped by Rose, and she was feeling left out of the things her cousin put together – but then after the rough kisses and their hands roaming over each other's bodies; it drove all thoughts out of their minds.
It was the first kiss that broke the tension, yes – full of need, attention, and despair – like years of emotional frustration broke into a stream of kisses and lip-stick prints – and they know they need this – this kind of bonding over their wounds and healing their bruises. They can relate, yes?
He has a lot of pressure put on his shoulders – the Malfoy heir; with the blood of the Blacks' running through his veins. According to his grandfather; he should be the one to bring the name of the Malfoys' to respect and honor – building up the reputation they lost during the war. He can't break it to them that he doesn't give a damn about blood purity – then again; he wasn't even close to being a Gryffindor.
She's the middle child of Bill and Fleur Weasley – legendary war heroes in the war – and everybody expects her to be as perfect as her sister Victoire – the ice queen of Hufflepuff – or as nice and innocent as her little brother Louis – but she's not. She's just a prankster with a heart set on dragons – so much like her uncle; independent, daring, and courageous – and she can't really understand why everybody seems to compare her with some member of her family.
They have this pressure put on their shoulders – with the expectations they were suppose to complete – but they try their best, yes, and it just doesn't make the cut, no?
He pushes her more toward the wall; pressing chaste kisses from her shoulder blades to her ear – and he loves the way she moans his name.
They share one more kiss – one full of utter relief and understanding – and now she put her hands into his platinum blonde hair; clashing horridly with her own bright red – and lets go of him – pressing just one more kiss on his cheek and leaves the cupboard and into the dark corridors – the moon shining in the sky.
They needed that one moment – just that one moment of love and pure ecstasy – to make up from all of the pressure that's been put on their shoulders. They can come back again – when the moon shines and the corridors are empty – to escape to a place where all of the expectations are dropped, and where they can be themselves – and when the moment comes – to come back into reality; where they are pretending so hard to be those not of themselves
- fin
A/N: Not my best - but yeah. I like the last line, though. Don't ask about the title; I don't know why myself either. How did I do?
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- Naomi