This had been going on for far too long. The stolen kisses in the darkened alcoves, the secret trysts in the alleyways behind Hogsmeade. He had wanted more from her since their first hook-up.
She'd told him there were too many barriers, too many strings, that no one would understand, no one would approve.
But he didn't care. He needed her like he needed air to breathe and water to drink.
He had her pinned against the wall, arms above her head. One of her beautiful long legs were wrapped about his hips clutching him closer to her.
He stopped sucking on her pulse point. She groaned at the loss.
"Say you're mine, I want more with you."
She sighed, "Harry, you know we can't."
He pulled away altogether. She rested her head back against the wall.
"Harry, you're, well you. And I'm a Slytherin! This was supposed to be casual. I like you, Harry. I don't want to lose you. But you know your friends would shit a brick about us!"
He pinned her against the wall once more, bringing his face mere centimeters from hers. "Pansy, I don't give a rats arse about what they think. I need you. Be mine."
She pushed him away, "We can't Harry. They'd never approve."