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his eyes are warm and soft, green as jewels and snakeskin and leaves. I am ignited with hope, leaking admissions from loosened lips.Ā
it burns me and it hurts me and not even for a second do I want to take it back
āHow villainousāĀ Pansyās head rests on my shoulders, and she turns to press a kiss on my neck. āI didnāt think you had it in you.āĀ
Harry and Draco havenāt emerged from the closet we locked them in; fifteen minutes now, and neither of them have alohamoraād their way out.Ā
After the full moon, Remus presses the sleeping maraudersā pulse points. Peter, James, Sirius-
He presses his fingers to Siriusā wrist, combs his fingers through his hair, presses the faintest of kisses to his forehead. Their heartbeats are proof; they have not fallen prey to the monster beneath his skin.
The walls have eyes and ears now, his mother reminds him the first time the Dark Lord arrives to stay. You must not let him see weakness.
From the brand sitting heavily on his skin, they bore into his soul, ensuring he can never find solitude.
Luna is missing her shoes.
She follows a trail of them; soft blue dress slippers followed by muggle sneakers and combat boots, stopping at the door of a classroom sheās never seen before. She steps inside.Ā
āYou found me.ā Itās Ginny; hair mussed and lips bitten. The door swings shut.
āYou donāt understand,ā Draco kneels in front of him, crying. āI did what I had to survive.āĀ
Harryās eyes are cold as he levels his wand with Dracoās face. āSuch a shame that you did all that to die today.āĀ
There is a flash of green light, then nothing else
āI donāt know why I love you,ā Lily laments as she practically drags James back to the common room, covered in soot - evidence of the maraudersā most recent prank.
āHow could you not?ā James gestures to himself, hair poofed up and singed, eyebrows nearly burnt off. āIām obviously irresistible.ā
Marcus Flint didnāt measure up to his parents, this god-awful worldās, or anyone's expectations. He never would.
When he rested his head on Oliver Woodās shoulder (of all people) and locked their lips together in a kiss, he decided that he shouldāve never wanted to meet those expectations anyways.
There is a ferocity in loving him, Gellert thought, tucked away in Albusā bedroom, hiding from summerās waning heat, lips locked in a kiss like forever, sweat and love and conquest. A love like ours will last forever.
Ā Justice was never black and white for Draco Malfoy. Or maybe it was - his dark mark a stark black against his pale skin. Maybe justice is green; looking Harry Potter in his eyes and lying, saying; āitās not himā. Maybe justice's colors wonāt matter when heās dead.
In Quidditch, there is a constant need for balance; there is no magic that can bring someone back from the dead. Sometimes Ginny flies up-up-up, until thereād be no saving her if she lost her balance and fell. She hasnāt yet, but she knows itās only a matter of time.
She is radiant, Lavender thinks, watching Parvati and Harry dance. She canāt help but smile at Parvatiās bemused expression when Harry steps on her toes.Ā
She twirls to where Lavender is standing.Ā
āI hope youāre a better dancer than he was,ā Parvati says, extending her hand.Ā
His laugh is a symphony, bright and heavy, flitting behind Dracoās heart.
There is a booming brass in his smile, wide and uncontrolled, and strings instruments in his eyes, soft and searching.
His heart beats wildly, a caged, frenzied animal in his chest, and love roars in his ears.
Your mind is in a state of inquietude, Lunaās father had told her, on the ripe edge of summer when reality can be peeled away like the skin of a peach. My mind is the same, you know, I have never known reprieve, and I fear you may never either.
They are fire and ice, fall heat on soccer fields, and sweaty locker rooms.
They are Marcus and Oliver, sprained ankles and head wounds, pushing and shoving and lips running over bruises.
They are opposites, enemies, and something dirty and sacred, hidden in dim motel rooms and training camps.
Do you remember? Gellert had whispered in his ear, wands to each other's throats, in the secret voice heād used all those decades ago. Do you remember when we were going to change the world? Do you remember when you loved me?
Pansy licked her lips -āMy god, Hermione, you are absolutely decadentā - before lowering her head again.
Draco has one secret from Harry, and it's the ring tucked in his shirt pocket, rubies, and emeralds, waiting to slip on his finger.
āStop being such a humbug,ā said Harry as he dangled the mistletoe above Dracoās head, āand kiss me already.ā
The ocean air worms its way through Billās cottageās windows, sand and sea, an existence set ahead for him, a seaside life with room enough for two.
Promises, wrapped in bridal colors and said under sallow stars; Iāll stay here forever, and nothing can take us apart
āOliver, you know youāre not invincible,ā says Percy exasperatedly as he applies gauze to Oliverās newest head wound, āso why do you keep doing this to yourself?ā
āYouāve been making incredible progress,ā Dracoās ministry-required therapist tells him during one of their regular sessions, āI have just one more question for you; What is the nature of your relationship with Harry Potter?ā
Ginny finds some kind of peace in Lunaās arms, breathing heavily in unison, the dreamy look in Lunaās eyes giving way to sleep. It is absolution, serenity, and early mornings, limbs on limbs, holding to another body as if to prove that theyāre there.
Pain: tearing his way through bodies on the quidditch pitch, rain stinging his eyes and bludger-bruises forming on his face.
Pleasure: Oliverās head between his thighs, their bodies pressed close, kisses that taste like sweat and passion and ecstasy.
Charlie Weasley was born with wanderlust in his veins, and so he wanders. He finds dragons, looses love, and discovers that maybe he never needed it anyways.
Hands interlaced under the stars, Harryās lips look too kissable, a luscious pink against his carmel skin. His glasses are askew and his mouth is slightly open, making an āoā at the sky. Draco is hopeful, and there are only a few inches separating their faces, so he closes them.
hold me, you must tell him, kiss me, make me forget her.
he is only an epilouge to our love; only a blip.
it is a shame that we only shared one night; and he will share your bed forevermore.
these are saturnine evenings;Ā
love lost and lust earned;
the hopeless feeling of loving wrong and falling hard;
thinking of blond hair and grey eyes blown wide;
pressed against the body of a woman you love no longer.
build a temple wherein our devotion can lie
and tear it down in secret
love me until thereās nothing left,
we will change the world.
why love me, why hurt me, why leave me
why leave the knife and the pills on the counter
as if doubting my devotion
i will follow you anywhere, my little dragon
wax and wane, black and white, pain and pleasure, fire and ice, lost and found.
our love is villanous, inquiet, saturnine, secrets snagged behind your heartbeat
you are irresistible;Ā the decadence in your laugh, your hopeful ferocity.
i have a secret; i hated you once but it spoiled into love
ships listed in order of most occurrences
drarry (draco malfoy/harry potter) - 9
flintwood (oliver wood/marcus flint) - 3
grindeldore (albus dumbledore/gellert grindelwald) - 3
pansmione (hermione granger/pansy parkinson) - 2
linny (ginny weasley/luna lovegood) - 2
wolfstar (remus lupin/sirius black) - 1
jily (james potter/lily evans) - 1
parvender (lavender brown/parvati patil) - 1
bleur (bill weasley/fleur delacour) - 1
perciver (oliver wood/percy weasley) - 1
ginsy (ginny weasley/pansy parkinson) - 1