A/N: This was written for my friend Tyler (margoatrobbie on Tumblr)'s birthday. It's supposed to amalgamate the two things she loves - Dramione and Klaroline. Thanks for reading.

Caroline pulled off the invisibility cloak as she entered the classroom, remembering to lock the door behind her, they didn't want Filch walking in on them again. He was leaning against one of the desks at the back of the classroom, offering her his signature smirk, his face only partially visible by the moonlight shining through the large windows, but the 'I' badge that was prominent on his robes was clear to her sight.

"What excuse did you give Salvatore this time so that you could borrow his magical cloak?" Klaus asked as he pushed off the desk and walked towards her.

Caroline ran her hand through her hair self-consciously as she watched Klaus stalk towards her, she swallowed before saying, "I just told them I needed to check something in the Restricted Section of the library, for extra research for one of our essays for Professor Snape." She didn't dare tell him that she actually told Stefan and Enzo that she was working some new ideas to help Stefan with his Dumbledore's Army lessons. Through all the secrets that they had together, this was one that was too big to risk especially when he wore his Inquisitorial Squad badge so prominently on his chest.

"And what did you tell your goons? What story did you spin them as to why you are out of bed?" She asked as he stood in front of her and picked up a lock of her hair and spun it around his finger.

"I told them the same thing that I told Umbridge: that I had heard members of Salvatore's group might be up to suspicious business in these parts tonight and it would be best if I patrol because I'm particularly stealthy," he responded proudly.

"Suspicious business like what?" She whispered as she felt his hands move to the tie of her robes, their bodies still silhouetted in the dark.

"I don't know, suspicious like seducing members of the Inquisitorial Squad in dark empty classrooms, " he murmured as he leaned down to kiss her neck and she sucked in a breath.

"Seduced? I think you are the one doing the seducing, Mr. Mikaelson," she replied with a small moan as his lips moved to her ear.

"You have transfixed me far more than any curse or potion, from the moment I met you I knew that you would be the bane of my existence, and how true is that of now," he said as he removed his lips from her in order to loosen the ties of her robe and help her out of it, "Everyday is torture for me, seeing you in the halls, watching you in class, pretending to hate when all that I hate is not being able to touch you, to hold you, to call you mine."

She gasped at the determined look in his eyes. This conversation wasn't anything new, the way they treated each other and were expected to treat each other because of their houses, their political standings, the sides their allies took on the war, their history was all too much for any inkling of their relationship to go public at that point and they both understood it, but that did not mean that they found it fair or that it did not frustrate them to pretend. It might be hard for people like Stefan and Enzo, or his friends, or his parents to understand but there were things like their love, which had no bearing with Voldemort or the war or anything, and once a week in that empty classroom they made their own sort of escape.

It was one night which if planned perfectly by them (especially with her intelligence and his sneakiness they always succeeded) could be their reprieve from the constant tensions which the second coming of He Must Not Be Named and the denials of the Ministry had brought them. During their reprieve they discussed running away together, even though they both knew that Klaus would never leave his family and Caroline would never abandon her friends when they clearly needed her help, they imagined living in a time where their feelings for each other would be accepted and they could look forward to a future together. But yet through all they discussed there was still so much they didn't share with each other - Klaus never spoke about his father's work as a member of the Death Eaters and Caroline never spoke of Stefan's plans with the Dumbledore's Army or about the secret plans of The Order of the Phoenix. The Imperius Curse and the Cruciatus Curse were real and the less they knew, the safer everyone was.

Klaus leaned down to kiss her again, his tongue invading her mouth, as she responded receptively. He always kissed her like it was the last time. And perhaps it would be, with the lives they lead, with Voldemort hiding in the shadows, with Umbridge causing chaos at Hogwarts, with the feud between Klaus and Stefan, sometimes there was just too much stacked against them. If Mikael Mikaelson even got a whiff of the fact that his pureblood son was having a secret romance with a muggleborn he would pull Klaus out of the school faster than you could say 'Quidditch'. Unfortunately Klaus Mikaelson could not choose who he fell for, and even more he could not help that his fellow Slytherin, Hayley Marshall, who everyone thought he was involved with, failed to challenge him or interest him the way that the quick-witted, intelligent, beautiful, courageous, muggleborn Caroline Forbes of Gryffindor did.

Her hands moved to remove his robes and then to unbutton his shirt, slowly, in order to feel every inch of him. In all of their encounters she liked touching him, caressing him, so to convince herself that he was there, with her, that he was not just a dream, a fantasy that she had conjured up. She knew that their romance was doomed, that one day they would be parted - either because of their own differences or by the fates of the war - but she knew that she would always want him. It wasn't so much that he was her first love, but because he was her right love. He challenged her intellectually, morally, he held up his own against her, and he loved her like no one else ever did, and she doubted ever will. She hoped that one day once everything was over they would be able to come back to each other, but even if that would not be the case, if this were all they had, she would commit it to memory for all time.

He broke the kiss again to take off her dress as he stared in awe of her beauty. He might have been young, with not much experience but her beauty never ceased to astound him, and that paired with her brilliant mind, convinced him that there was no better woman for him. He knew that once he came of age, his parents would expect him to marry someone from one of the influential pureblood families, and to grant their wish and stay in their favor, he would do so. But he also knew that no other woman would ever compare to Caroline, and that he would continue to love her until his dying breath. He just wished that he was more rebellious, that he could give up his family, his honor, get out of his own way in order to be with her, but would she do the same? He knew her friends were everything to her, and she literally fight to the death for them, but being with him would be one of the biggest betrayals to them and he doubted whether she would ever chose him over the mighty Stefan Salvatore and his quest to save the wizarding world.

They were both naked by the time he laid her gently on the floor of the classroom, his cloak serving as a barrier between them and the cold floor. He kissed her body, softly, strategically, hoping to kiss away every bad thing that he had ever said to her, everything he had ever done to hurt her or sadden her, every stress and trial this war and the ministry was doing to her. He knew that he wasn't the cause of every hardship that had become her but he always felt as if he could never apologize to her enough because he was simply lucky that she saw him worthy to be with her.

Everything began after a prefect's meeting one evening, all the other prefects had left after they had been given their assignments. Hayley had told him that she was going back to the common room and she would catch up with him later and just his luck, Enzo had gone off before Caroline as well because he had other things to do, and Klaus could not resist staying behind to take some jabs at Caroline, just so that she would notice him, or bestow some sort of attention on him. Even though he knew she always had a retort, he craved her, he wanted her to look at him, he wanted to be the reason that her cheeks were flushed; her tone was quipped, that her eyes were narrow. He would rather have her hate him than be indifferent to him; hate was at least a passionate emotion.

It was while they were arguing about something inconsequential that his resistance broke and he grabbed her and kissed her, he was shocked as soon as he had done it and had attempted to move away when her hands came up behind his head and kept him there and he was even more shocked that she was returning his affections. After that their relationship consisted of a few more surprise kiss attacks until they organized their regular meet ups because they could not stay away from each other.

Later that night as they lay naked, wrapped up in each other arms; they both wished that they could capture that moment, their happiness, forever. The morning would bring fresh fights and reasons to hate each other, and family and friend biases, but in the night, in their classroom under the moonlight, they were just two lovers, creating their own paradise.

A/N: Thank you for reading, hope it wasn't too terrible.

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