Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
A/N: This is another of my old stories from college. Apparently, I wrote it in class while waiting for a professor to show up. Not my best writing, but I think it's still cute. Hope you enjoy!
Public Enemies
They were enemies.
"Stupid Mudblood."
"Slytherin whore."
The insults could never disguise what was lurking in the other's eyes.
In public they hated each other. They could never be friends.
But in private they were so much more. They say there is a fine line between love and hate. In their case it is nonexistent.
In the privacy of their shared Heads' common room, they apologize. Not with their words, but with their touch, their eyes.
As his arms enfold her against him and she buries her head in his shoulder, they sigh. Here they answer to no one. He isn't the bad boy Slytherin Prince. She isn't the know-it-all Gryffindor Princess.
Here, in the embrace of love, they have defied all obstacles. They have destroyed all boundaries. They are one. One being. One soul. One heart.
"I love you."