Unchanging
It is always the same.
She waited in shadow, dark eyes closing as she exhaled slowly. A strong, smooth hand stroked her cheek lovingly as his voice whispered in her ear, thin lips trailing kisses that burned, all from her jaw to her breast, and lower….
I would wait, and he would come.
She turned to him and buried her face in his black robes, trying to recall the fearful maiden she had once been. Trying to recall the times when things were bright, and she was innocent, and He had loved her unconditionally.
For a few hours, we would forget we were on opposite sides.
She had confronted him about his treachery. She had meant to kill him. But when those black eyes looked into hers, she let her wand-tip drop and gave herself up to him, like she had long years ago.
We would forget that we were enemies, and don the mantle of forbidden lovers.
She felt the Mark sear and pressed one last kiss to his panting mouth as they robed themselves once more. Promises were breathed in the still, sex-scented air between them, and she turned to go.
We would forget I was forbidden, and he a traitor.
She slipped her mask back on, the porcelain moulding itself to her face. He followed suit, the features she so loved now hidden behind expressionless white. It would happen again. I would return to the one I had bonded myself to, and he would risk his life for his beliefs.
We would forget we were jaded, until the world called to us once more.
We would return to being whom we are; I, the mad, evil murderer, a paladin for the Dark. He, an unsung hero, a shadow in the Light.
Until I once again became Bellatrix Lestrange, and He, Severus Snape.