Its ironic.

I can't stand him. But I know it is meant to be.

I know I will always understand him, without any words traded between us.

He knows as well. He can't stand me either.

But how do you end up in the most ironic position, knowing all of the above facts?

How do you end up snogging in a broom closet with your worst enemy?

I'd say it is because we understand each other whether we like it or not.

Is this all just denial? Do we just assume we are destined to hate?

Hogwarts Cliches, I'm guessing.

I sometimes think about those nights. Those random nights we spent, taking out all our stress and...

Snogging. I laugh. Of all things.

Its ironic.

I can't stand her. But I know it is meant to be.

I know I will always understand her, without any words traded between us, I will know how she feels. We're two opposites, in two very different worlds, but we know. We know each other in and out.

Even though I can't stand her... I end up knowing how she kisses. The way she takes it carefully, placing kisses all over me, making me feel relaxed. I know exactly where to touch her and make her melt.

But I can't stand her. At least thats my excuse.

I always think about those nights, they linger in my mind. Forbidden they are. Rebellious I am.

Snogging. Of all things.

It was perfect. It was ironic. She will always be there, no matter what. She will always be the one that will know.

And that is fine with me.