Black and White
folder
Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,189
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Category:
Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,189
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Black and White
As always these are not my characters, they belong to someone else..I only get to play with them..I will treat them ever so nicely and put them back once I'm done tormenting them so.... please ...please... read and review....all flames are welcome as well....
He wasn't sure where he was going, he had left the castle looking for an escape and couldn't find one. He kept walking, trudging through the tall wet grass, farther away from the school, from her, and from his life. Everything was so mixed up, and no matter what he did it just seemed to make matters worse. If he stayed away he was unable to concentrate on anything but her, and if he saw her he was overwhelmed with a tremendous sense of guilt. This was wrong, so wrong on so many different levels. If Hell existed he was sure he would be spending a great deal of time there in the afterlife. This situation was not what he had intended. All he had wanted was an evening of casual sex. Perhaps dinner, a little wine, and several hours together in a bed. He had never intended to fall in love, especially with her. She had become his undoing, he would never recover from her.
They had met at a cafe in london and he had introduced himself as a Professor at a private school for over priviledged children. She had smiled and he has warmed to her immediately. She to was a teacher of children, much younger of course than the students he taught. Substantially less magical than his students as well he chuckled to himself. They had spent the afternoon sitting out side drinking coffee's and he enjoyed the smell of her clove ciggarettes. He watched her pull the smoke deep into her lungs before finally letting the excess escape across her smooth lips. It was well into the evening before they parted, and it hadn't occured to him yet that he would be going back alone. It didn't matter at that point, she had drawn the cirle and taken him in and he didn't not want a release. He made her promise to see him again the next weekend, she had protested but he had finally beaten her down. She was commited to next Saturday, and he was anxious once they had parted.
The week had lasted forever for him. His classes were routine at best, and he had been forced to attend several Head of House meetings. Finally Saturday had arrived and he sat waiting at the cafe, at there cafe. He was reading at a book, trying to not look as aprehensive as he felt when she finally walked up. He had slammed the cover closed when she had appeared, he was certain she would not accept his school of thought. The book was written by a potions master, by himself actually. Chock full of recently forbidden potions by the Ministy for public use. They had talked the afternoon away and again time had passed them by, allowing them to enjoy the day and each others compansionship. Before parting he had made her promise to see him again the next week. This time her protests were not as adament and she had given in much easier. He had inwarding smiled at his silent triumph.
They spent many weekends walking the steets of London arm in arm and each night she said her goodbyes and he had gone home alone. Never once had she invited him for more or for the evening to continue in the solitiude of each others company. He had accepted this and spent his nights tormented by the shape of her lips and his vivid fantasties to satify his wanten needs.
She had offered him the chance to see her school and see where she called home. Had he have known, he would have never followed her. For she took him into a church then through a side door and down a corrider of empty classrooms. This one is mine, she pointed inside a room. He had walked into the room and the religious icons jumped into his sight. He was repulsed but managed to hide his revulsion. It was then a student had entered the room, looking for forgotten clothing from the previous day. The boy had begged forgiveness for the interuption muttering his mum would kill him for sure if he didn't find his sweater. He had followed the boy with his eyes and watched as she helped him retrieve his prize. Thank you sister, the boy had called out as he left the room. Sister, had he heard him correctly? He could tell by the look of her face, that he had. She had dropped her eyes to the floor and refused to meet his glare. You never told me he had spat at her, well you never asked she had replied. He had stormed from the room, with the intention of never seeing her again.
His week was endless, now with nothing to look foreward to the minutes drug from one to the next. Without premeditation he had gone to London that weekend and ended up sitting at the cafe where he had first met her. He hadn't even noticed when she appeared in the crowed streets and made her way to his table. She spoke to him but he didn't reply right away. He was wounded and this was a new emotion to him. She was in her habit today, driving home the reality of the truth. A little to late, he had quipped at her without meeting her eyes. Touche, she had said and seated herself across from him. They sat in silence before he finally spoke, he wanted her to feel as betrayed as he did. He wanted to tell her who he was, and that there was a world she new nothing about or could ever understand. He wanted to hurt her, shake her faith in her god and his miserable masses. She had dropped her head and listened and he leaned in for the kill and destroyed her faith in the church. See there are demons, he had mumbled before getting up from the table, and this is what they look like. He left her crying into her hands and removed himself from the patio. She had watched him leave and then ran to stop him before she lost sight of him. She had thought she wouldn't care but as he walked away her heart began to break. She had spent her life serving her god, and it was a lonely life. He was something she had never ever anticipated, or had even thought could exist. How would she let him let go, and did she want him to leave her now. Wait, she had pleaded and in her eyes he saw the pain. The pain and deep despair that only a life of servitude could bring. He knew that life, he lived it as well. He had pushed her into the nearest dark alley and jerked from her head the symbol of her god, he wanted none of that present when he claimed her. He pressed his own mouth against her lips and she moaned in the recessess of her minds eye. She no longer belonged to her god, she was now his, and would forever be. He had asked her if she could leave, leave the only world she knew. Without words she answered him and tugged at his cloak to feel the touch of his lips again. sealsealed her fate in the heavens as her lips met with his and without a second thought dissregarded her god. I will not live another day without you, he had whispered before claiming her hungry mouth again. Her eyes closed and together they faded as the sound of somone apparating on the streets of muggle London was over-heard.
He wasn't sure where he was going, he had left the castle looking for an escape and couldn't find one. He kept walking, trudging through the tall wet grass, farther away from the school, from her, and from his life. Everything was so mixed up, and no matter what he did it just seemed to make matters worse. If he stayed away he was unable to concentrate on anything but her, and if he saw her he was overwhelmed with a tremendous sense of guilt. This was wrong, so wrong on so many different levels. If Hell existed he was sure he would be spending a great deal of time there in the afterlife. This situation was not what he had intended. All he had wanted was an evening of casual sex. Perhaps dinner, a little wine, and several hours together in a bed. He had never intended to fall in love, especially with her. She had become his undoing, he would never recover from her.
They had met at a cafe in london and he had introduced himself as a Professor at a private school for over priviledged children. She had smiled and he has warmed to her immediately. She to was a teacher of children, much younger of course than the students he taught. Substantially less magical than his students as well he chuckled to himself. They had spent the afternoon sitting out side drinking coffee's and he enjoyed the smell of her clove ciggarettes. He watched her pull the smoke deep into her lungs before finally letting the excess escape across her smooth lips. It was well into the evening before they parted, and it hadn't occured to him yet that he would be going back alone. It didn't matter at that point, she had drawn the cirle and taken him in and he didn't not want a release. He made her promise to see him again the next weekend, she had protested but he had finally beaten her down. She was commited to next Saturday, and he was anxious once they had parted.
The week had lasted forever for him. His classes were routine at best, and he had been forced to attend several Head of House meetings. Finally Saturday had arrived and he sat waiting at the cafe, at there cafe. He was reading at a book, trying to not look as aprehensive as he felt when she finally walked up. He had slammed the cover closed when she had appeared, he was certain she would not accept his school of thought. The book was written by a potions master, by himself actually. Chock full of recently forbidden potions by the Ministy for public use. They had talked the afternoon away and again time had passed them by, allowing them to enjoy the day and each others compansionship. Before parting he had made her promise to see him again the next week. This time her protests were not as adament and she had given in much easier. He had inwarding smiled at his silent triumph.
They spent many weekends walking the steets of London arm in arm and each night she said her goodbyes and he had gone home alone. Never once had she invited him for more or for the evening to continue in the solitiude of each others company. He had accepted this and spent his nights tormented by the shape of her lips and his vivid fantasties to satify his wanten needs.
She had offered him the chance to see her school and see where she called home. Had he have known, he would have never followed her. For she took him into a church then through a side door and down a corrider of empty classrooms. This one is mine, she pointed inside a room. He had walked into the room and the religious icons jumped into his sight. He was repulsed but managed to hide his revulsion. It was then a student had entered the room, looking for forgotten clothing from the previous day. The boy had begged forgiveness for the interuption muttering his mum would kill him for sure if he didn't find his sweater. He had followed the boy with his eyes and watched as she helped him retrieve his prize. Thank you sister, the boy had called out as he left the room. Sister, had he heard him correctly? He could tell by the look of her face, that he had. She had dropped her eyes to the floor and refused to meet his glare. You never told me he had spat at her, well you never asked she had replied. He had stormed from the room, with the intention of never seeing her again.
His week was endless, now with nothing to look foreward to the minutes drug from one to the next. Without premeditation he had gone to London that weekend and ended up sitting at the cafe where he had first met her. He hadn't even noticed when she appeared in the crowed streets and made her way to his table. She spoke to him but he didn't reply right away. He was wounded and this was a new emotion to him. She was in her habit today, driving home the reality of the truth. A little to late, he had quipped at her without meeting her eyes. Touche, she had said and seated herself across from him. They sat in silence before he finally spoke, he wanted her to feel as betrayed as he did. He wanted to tell her who he was, and that there was a world she new nothing about or could ever understand. He wanted to hurt her, shake her faith in her god and his miserable masses. She had dropped her head and listened and he leaned in for the kill and destroyed her faith in the church. See there are demons, he had mumbled before getting up from the table, and this is what they look like. He left her crying into her hands and removed himself from the patio. She had watched him leave and then ran to stop him before she lost sight of him. She had thought she wouldn't care but as he walked away her heart began to break. She had spent her life serving her god, and it was a lonely life. He was something she had never ever anticipated, or had even thought could exist. How would she let him let go, and did she want him to leave her now. Wait, she had pleaded and in her eyes he saw the pain. The pain and deep despair that only a life of servitude could bring. He knew that life, he lived it as well. He had pushed her into the nearest dark alley and jerked from her head the symbol of her god, he wanted none of that present when he claimed her. He pressed his own mouth against her lips and she moaned in the recessess of her minds eye. She no longer belonged to her god, she was now his, and would forever be. He had asked her if she could leave, leave the only world she knew. Without words she answered him and tugged at his cloak to feel the touch of his lips again. sealsealed her fate in the heavens as her lips met with his and without a second thought dissregarded her god. I will not live another day without you, he had whispered before claiming her hungry mouth again. Her eyes closed and together they faded as the sound of somone apparating on the streets of muggle London was over-heard.