A/N: My heart is with everyone in or from France, Beirut and Baghdad. The events of the last few days shook the world, and we stand with all of you.
They fit one another like a favourite pair of jeans. The waistline was too snug at first; it was tight to the point of pain as it constricted them in ways they simply weren't used to. Their lives and expectations were so different, and neither of them were prepared to budge. Over time, however, the fabric of their very beings moulded itself to one another's frames. Habits developed and patterns were fallen into. Compromises were made and love was created.
Being around one another now feels so natural, so comfortable, so right. They can be themselves completely and totally, be themselves in ways that they can't quite be when they're with anyone else. It's comfortable; whether they're lounging around at home, or strolling through Hogsmeade, or attending official work functions, they fit together with absolute comfort and ease.
Because they're like one another's favourite pair of jeans. Except, no matter what anyone says, they will never wear out, and they will never, ever go out of style.