A/N: For the Slash/Femmslash BC (explosion). And for Paula, of course, because she makes me go outside my comfort zone willingly.
You are not oil and water. You are oil and fire, two things that should never mix, two things that are so very dangerous when they meet.
When you come together, it is not gentle. There is nothing sweet or kind as you kiss the blood traitor's lips. You are an explosion of teeth and bruises, of rough touches and growled sentiments.
Everything about the two of you is so very wrong. Slytherin princes, regal and cold, and Gryffindor weasels, noble and defiant, are not meant to be. You shouldn't, shouldn't, shouldn't.
But you do. And maybe it's not something beautiful that inspires poets and painters. Maybe it's not something tender, like the stories of your mother falling in love with your father.
Maybe it's an imperfect love, but it's your love.