This little drabble has sparked a plunny and will be turned into a multi chapter fic eventually!
Love in Unison
She was so cute when she pouted: her already plump lips puckered exaggeratedly across her normally masked features as he pulled away from her.
"We can't hide in here forever" he told her, tugging his shirt over his head and jerking it down. Millicent sat on the couch, her arms folded over her bare and heavy chest with her knees bent to the side. She remained silent, but narrowed her eyes. Pulling up his trousers he bent down to her, kissing her innocently on the forehead. He hesitated.
His fingers itched to trace the outline of her voluptuous curves. In here they were safe. Safe from the turmoils of the Dark Lord's reign that spilled the world over into darkness; chaos. In here it was just a boy and a girl, free to open up and share their vulnerable sides with one another that they were forced to hide out there.
Her lashes fluttered as his lips collided with the flesh of her face. She knew he was right, knew they would have to build their walls up again and continue on in this war they were forced into. A war where they were taught to believe His regime was the only logical fight worth supporting. She froze at his hesitation -him hovered over her and pressing his forehead to the spot his lips had pressed against her own - and she actually whimpered.
Millicent Bulstrode whimpered. It was a sound he'd never heard escape her, and he sighed in response, dropping to his knees and slowly, gently, sliding his arms around her waist, his head now resting against her bosom. They were still for a time, the only sound inside the room was that of their synchronized breathing; their hearts pounding in unison as they mentally prepared themselves to leave the other's side to fight.
They met in secret, the pureblood and the halfblood. The Dark Lord had plans; plans that would cause the other's heart to shatter against His fist of superiority. Plans that would cut the very strand that connected the two as one. Loyal halfbloods were still halfbloods.
Theo loved her. He wasn't sure when it was he had this revelation. Wasn't certain when his mind stopped resisting, thrusting rationality aside, but gods he couldn't deny his feelings anymore. He couldn't deny her. Millicent loved him too. He felt it now in the silence of the room.
He rose, their silence broken from the sounds of clashing curses on the other side of the window, illuminating the room in green hues. Their fingers had entwined, neither letting go as he trudged towards the door, finally dropping the other's hold as the space between them became too much. He peered back at her - she was remained so still; her eyes closed and her hand rested outstretched over the arm of the couch - and he reluctantly left.