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I got to bet
that your old man
Became fascinated
with his own plan
Turned you loose,
your mama too
There wasn't a thing
that you could do.

But I got faith in you,
It's a razor love
that cuts clean through.
I got faith in you,
It's a razor love
that cuts clean through.

They kissed, harshly, desperately and lovingly. Clinging to each other and wishing never to let go. It was a bad match, to be truthful. They never got along, unless they were having sex, and even then they were often arguing, taunting and pushing with bruising impact. It wasn't even a love-hate relationship. It was complete and devotional love, love that at times was expressed in a harsh and inconsiderate way. Why shouldn't it be, that was all their lives were, and ever would be. The were on opposite sides of everything. A Slytherin and a Gryffindor. A death eater and the life and soul of the order. But if it was someone to love, it didn't matter, nobody cared, and it interfered with nothing. On the battlefield they were cruel, they shot curses like they knew each other only as enemies. It hurt, but the nights they spent together, the murmured promises and apologies made it worth it.

You really made my day
With the little things you say

Looking through
the window at a silhouette
Trying to find something
I can't find yet
Imagination is my best friend
Got to look out for
the greedy hand, greedy hand
Make a living like a rolling stone
On the road
there's no place like home
Silhouettes on the window.

Sometimes there was a fear. A fear that one of them would actually hit the other with a curse. That the other would be injured, killed and added to the ever extending casualties list. The fears were always drowned in kisses and touches. When they were together they forgot about who they were, they forgot about the past and the future and only thought about each other, their bodies pressed so close they could barely breath, hands wandering feverishly.

Who was it made
your eyes flicker like that
Tell me baby,
how'd you get the knack
You came to me with open arms
And I really
took you down the track

Now all I've got for you,
Is the kind of love
that cuts clean through.
All I got for you is razor love
It cuts clean through.

Sometimes there was a jealousy. The spouses pushed in front of one, encouraged to make a suitable marriage, the fans of the other. A soldier was always admirable. It was the only time they would admit feelings for each other beyond passion and sex. Their words were reassuring. They were the only ones for each other and that was that.

You really made my day
With the little things you say

Now I'm looking through
the window at a silhouette
Trying to find something
I can't find yet
Imagination is my best friend
Got to watch out for
the greedy hand, greedy hand
Make a living like a rolling stone
On the road
there's no place like home
Silhouettes on the window.

You really make my day
With the little things you say.

AN: I don't know, it was supposed to be a DracoHarry but I realize it could be any two good and bad character you please.

I don't own Harry Potter and the song is Called Razor Love by Neil Young, which I also don't own