They despised each other with a passion like no other could imagine. Chocolate burning trough sterling silver crystal as they met throughout the day; complete opposites: day and night; rain and wind; rich and poor; living and dead. While the school year ended, their hate rekindled as they said goodbye. But the passion fueled something within them that neither could comprehend. Around others, they were both the scum of the earth to each other, but in the confines of their own world together they were at peace.
Each summer thereafter they would meet at their tree. A solitary tree, the both of them together, in the middle of many jagged rocks, their crippling society who would think what they have was all wrong. At this tree they would know each other once again; the passion, the hate, the secrets within their hearts coming forth and releasing their passion in what ways they couldn't at school, only in private.
"I despise you," he says, grasping her form on their branch possessively.
"Likewise," she replies with all ferocity in her tone.
"You're everything my father wants rid of this earth, you're wrong in every single way," he kisses her neck, his fierceness reflecting in his actions.
"You're everything my friends want to destroy, and you're right," she lets her head fall back to his shoulder gently giving him more access to her weak spots, but reaching one hand back to clasp around his neck forcing him to increase his pressured and pursuing, attacks. "But why does it have to be wrong?"
He paused his actions and retorted with a sneer, "Because I am a Pureblood and you are a Mudblood, a filthy one at that," and he then resumed his pleasure upon her lips, nipping, sucking, feasting away his mental discourse of his family's honor upon her willing self.
"And you love me," she says, turning on the branch to straddle it in the opposite direction, forcing her lips upon his a second time, their evident passion rising steadily together. Their hands find each other and they clasp perfectly, molding into one another, aside their bodies, which were now pressed heatedly together. He moves his hands to her hair and tangle themselves in the mane. He breaks for air.
"And I curse the Gods every day for it," kissing her fiercely again. And that night they discovered themselves again, for eternity.