One was the fluid silhouette of darkness and the other was the shadow of dawn. They met at nocturnal hours, in the abandoned prisons with rusted iron bars and cracked walls full of carvings that lay concealed in the darker depths of the castle, away from questioning eyes and away from their deigned roles. Staunch obsidian met aristocratic grey in the last cell that looked at least a little inhabited. Pale skin met brown, a dance of chapped lips meeting bitten ones, conquering and capturing, sealing sanity and speck of life in binds of inexplicable passion. Chiselled fingers caressed stained ones, moving along the pale expanse, caressing the indeterminate patterns of scars that lay beneath black robes. There was not a word exchanged, the vitriolic role of their mouths sealed in silence of untamed, sinful desire, left only with the need to explore, to taste and to mark! It was an unpractised ritual, between people drenched in unmitigated tragedy, a mockery and a palette of darkness endless, yet which came to them with ease in the darkness of a place that spoke of unaccounted horrors in its ambience, a place of immense suffering, echoing with ghostly whispers of deranged shouts and cruel laughters. It was but befitting, becoming one in a place that kept them anchored in their bleak and black realities!
Gentle fingers caressed the tapestry of scars that lined pale skin, dark, forbidden urges healing memoirs of his upbringing in a sacred fashion, ironically fuelled by twisted emotions of messed up minds. In turn they received breezy touches lingering over innocent creations etched by unbearable self-hate and need for pain in the face of defeating overwhelming insanity. They inched closer, the heat between them searing and gradually increasing, till it was nothing but skin on skin. A pearl of glistening sweat traversed down a path as the flick of a hand closed mahogany blinds.
They would never name it love even when they breathed it in the muffled calls of their shattered hearts. They would never name it love even when it ran down distorted lanes of cruelty, hate and despair, soothing, granting unacknowledged forgiveness. They would never name it love even when their hearts beat in tandem and breaths ran astray, as they reached their completion in each other.
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One was an anchored, shrouded storm while the other was an adrift, stained snowflake. They met at vespertine hours, in the tucked away spot at the edge of Forbidden Forest. Layered chocolate brown met stormy emerald green and refused to move away. It began with gentle, hesitant caresses even as their lips danced in a soft rhythm. His fingers anchored themselves in her locks of flame while she held him close, hands wrapped behind his neck, breezily caressing unruly black locks. But as the tightly wound thread of desire and darkness unfurled, they found the heat within themselves exacerbating to a flame they could no longer bear, being as they were at the periphery of the flares. They plunged in deep then, forgotten the forbidden rules of the world, forgotten its very existence. The harsh lines etched on his skin met the freckles on hers, gentle rustles between them a comfort like none another. There was no place for embarassment, no place for insecurities, no place for anything except the sacred tranquil of the core of the flame as they became one.
In her was the sanctity of fire and finality of ashes. In her was a kindered,primal understanding that only she could provide, tainted as she was akin to him by the foul touch of Voldemort.
In him was the resilience of the hearth as the embers of his grief, guilt, duty, anger, outrage, bitterness and agony burnt in an unquenchable manner and in him was the all encompassing wind, one that soothed everybody around while his own scars ran deep. In him was healing and undaunted understanding that only he could provide, holding her against him in safety as the remembrance of the icy grip of Tom Riddle's cold fingers against her bare young waist receded like the waves from the shore.
He was touched by darkness before he knew light. She was forcibly clutched by darkness, quenching her own light. Together in this unseen corner of the Forbidden forest though, they were bereft. Detached from the masks they wore and the role they essayed. Here, they were just two souls anchored in love that had begun to run soul deep as they embraced!