Disclaimer: I own nothing of Harry Potter.
Author's Note: Another drabble. How fun. This one is femmeslash and Patilcest, so you are warned.
How they longed to be together, every single day of the year. It was hard enough being in separate houses, but then they had different classes, different interests, different friends. Sometimes it seemed that the only thing that brought them together was their kisses at night, brown skin on identical brown skin, black hair mixing with black hair. Those heated, heartfelt kisses that were only placed in dark corners when the halls were empty, and in eerie places in the forest, places not-so-romantic as they would want it to be. But it was the best that they could do, given the circumstances of… of, well, everything.