(DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING OF HARRY POTTER. ALL RIGHT BELONGS TO J. K. ROWLING)
A/N: Includes incest, mentions abuse and sex.
We lived at the Dursleys together our whole lives. We cuddled in bed every night. We cried into each other as we were abused.
We were siblings in every sense. Except...
We felt way more for each other than platonic love.
We were, in a sense, in love.
Instead of cuddling, we kissed.
Instead of crying, we had sex.
Instead of living for pain, we lived for pleasure.
But our relationship wasn't just purely physical.
We went on a few casual dates, watched a couple of movies and ate what were given together.
We knew it was wrong.
We knew we shouldn't be doing this.
But why should we stop when it felt so good?