a/n: i actually sort of like this one. xD

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long time a-coming
AlbusJuliet

so raise your glass if you are
wrong in all the right ways
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The two are (supposed to be) an antilogy, differing in just about everything. But, really, if you think about it, they aren't.

They're both ridiculously competitive and determined, but they're placed in opposite and their families have an unspoken rivalry since their parents were in the same year.

But they aren't their parents.

And isn't that what everyone is trying to prove these days?


"Oi, Severus." No matter what he says, Juliet calls him that anyway. "What're you doing?"

He snorts. "Like you care, Vega." Now it's his turn to call her by her middle name- which he knows she hates. She throws a pencil at the back of his head, but he catches it with his trained reflexes because of Quidditch and returns to what he was doing.

And, although they're always bickering, its always been in a friendly way and neither really hate each other. Think of their relationship like a brother-sister kind of relationship, always arguing but really secretly loving each other on the inside.

She goes over to him and sits on his shoulder, overlooking what he was doing.

"You draw, Potter?" Juliet asks. He looks up- his greengreen eyes meeting her blueblue eyes.

"Yeah, actually, I do," he says. She looks at him, than his sketchbook, than back to him in a second and grabs his book before he can stop him.

"They're okay," she admits with a shrug as she looks at the sketches. She flips through the rest of his drawings quickly, opens to a blank page and then grabs the pencil that he threw at him before.

"What're you doing, Parkinson?" He asks as he tries to see what she was doing, but she holds his sketchbook up to her chest so that he can't see.

"Drawing, of course," she replies, going back to her page.

He sighs. "Well, I guess what I meant is what are you drawing in my sketchbook, exactly?"

"You," she says, smiling. "But don't expect much, because I'm rubbish at art."

He laughs. "Yeah, I bet you are." And, of course, she can't help but hit him on the head with his book. "Ow," he says as he rubs the spot that was hit. "Couldn't you be a bit gentler? I do plan on living, y'know."

"Oh, be quiet- I didn't hit you that hard," Juliet says as she smiles and returns to the book.

He sighs, and plays with his fingers for five minutes before he caves, and says, "Can't I just see what you're doing?"

"No."

"Please?" He says in a higher tone, and bats his eyelashes.

"Who are you, you're sister?" Juliet asks him. "Besides, Lily found out a long time ago that puppy eyes doesn't work on me."

So, he turns away and leans back in the chair, defeated and ohso very bored. She smiles privately at the victory and returns to her drawing, which she knows won't be nearly as good as his but still, she thought she'd try.

Half an hour later, she says, "Done!"

He turns around, surprised, and says, "Done?" She nods. "Well, let me see it." He says as he holds out his hand for her to put the sketchbook in it. He has to admit it, it was very good. Not as good as his, even he knows that, but not as bad as she probably thinks it his.

"I know," she says. "It sucks."

"No it doesn't," Albus protests. She laughs. "No, really, it isn't bad. It's actually really, really good, Juliet."

She tucks a loose piece of hair behind her ear, and smiles brightly. "Well, thank you, Severus." She takes the sketchbook back and signs it. "There. Now it'll be worth a fortune or when I'm big and famous and, when you're living in the streets eating nothing but cockroaches, you can sell it and eat properly."

He laughs, but part of him thinks that even then he wouldn't sell it to someone. "Y'know, I'd like to draw you sometime," he says all of sudden. He really doesn't know where it came from, but from the expression on her face he isn't really sorry he said it.

She leans on her hands, which are propped up on her knees. "And why's that?"

"Uh, well, you have a pretty…face," he stammers.

She raises her eyebrow. "A pretty…face?"

After a slight hesitation, he says, "Yes."

She straightens up, and crosses her arms. "Well, then, thank-you," she says. And then, she adds, "You're not too bad looking yourself."

And he can't help but laugh when she says this.

"So, tomorrow, at seven, in the library?" He asks.

"Tomorrow at seven, what?"

"When I draw you, of course," He says immediately.

She nods. "Yes, sounds perfectly fine. Bye for now, Albus," Juliet says as she waves and walks away.

And even though he should be thinking about how to draw her, or the last Quidditch game coming up, or even the test in transfiguration that he has, he can't help but think-

She called him Albus.


The next night at seven, she's as pretty as ever, her darkdark hair sprawled around her in a purposefully messy way, her blueblue eyes sparkling and, all in all, looking quite happy with herself as she poses and he's thinking that this might be the most happy that he's seen her been as long as they've known each other.

"You should be a model, Vega," Albus says as he sketches.

She just laughs. "As if that'd be possible."

He doesn't argue the point, just focuses on the light and her figure and by the end of the night, he has a pretty good sketch, if he does say so him self. All it needs is a little touching up, and it's finished.

When he shows it to her, she just says, "Y'know, you really underestimate yourself, Severus."

And he swears he sees her wink as she walks away.


Suddenly, its three months later and her birthday and, although he really isn't obliged to give her a gift, he does so anyway.

He comes up to her as she's leaving dinner, and holds out the wrapped present to her.

"Happy birthday, Vega," he says as she takes the present. She doesn't question and takes the present happily.

Inside is the sketch that he did of her framed and her very own sketchbook with the Slytherin crest drawn on the cover of it.

"Oh, Albus," she says as she runs her fingers over the sketch. "Thank-you."

She hugs him in gratitude, and he hugs her back, but neither pulls away immediately. Instead, she lingers there for a few seconds before letting go, contemplating why she doesn't want to let him go, and he has a sudden urge to kiss her but thinks better of it.

"I…gotta go," he says as he points back towards the Great Hall. "Family waiting."

She nods, and tucks a piece of her dark hair behind her ear. "Yeah, of course."

"Happy birthday, Juliet," he says as she's leaving.

Maybe they weren't meant to be, he thinks, but she sure is pretty.

But little does he know what fate has in store for them.


One year later, and their last day of Hogwarts arrives. The two are both sad, but excited for what the future has in store for them.

"Oi, Vega," Albus says as he gets off the train and spots her head in the crowd. She turns around, as pretty as ever, and walks over to him. "We should…y'know, keep in touch."

"Yeah, yeah we should," she says. After a few minutes of awkward silence, she says, "Have a nice summer, Severus."

But when she begins to walk off, Albus grabs her arm and spins her around, and, before he really knows what he's doing, he's kissing her. He pulls her closer against him and his fingers are outlining her face as she locks her own fingers around his neck, pushing deeper and deeper into the kiss. Her legs are wrapped around his waist, and a small moan leaves him that she returns.

"Yeah," she says, breaking the kiss. "We definitely have to keep in touch."

And he laughs just before he captures another kiss that's gladly accepted.

(And, really, it's been a long time coming so neither are really surprised by it.)


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