Love is Blind

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A/N:

This is my first Harry Potter fanfic, so please be gentle… ^_^

It's yet another one of my random fanfics...

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Love is Blind

There had always been something that drew me to you. Always. From the first moment I heard your voice shout insults at me from across the street. I’d voiced my own, of course, but… My insults didn’t seem to mean what I meant them to. I’m not even sure of the reasons behind you insulting me, or if I am, I can’t be bothered remembering.

We’d run into each other often after that: every time I walked through that village seemed to bring us together. Sometimes I think that it was our luck - bad or good, depending on what we had been doing - but I sometimes think that we’d purposely tried to find each other.

I’d soon met Helga and Rowena, and you seemed to know them. We were introduced properly, and I couldn’t help but smirk at how your name sounded. Godric Gryffindor. It sounded just as noble as you’d looked every time I’d insulted you, holding your head up as your face flushed with anger. It made me laugh.

A few months later you were glaring at me, rather pitifully, but you'd never been good at it. You'd just lost yet another arguement. It was about the school. Our school.

Hogwarts.

We'd worked hard to build the ruins up again, we'd poured all our time and effort, and I can tell that we've all become attached to it. Now we had to decide on classes and rules, on how we were going to run the school.

Rowena had suggested the different houses, and I'd agreed to it readily. You had also, surprisingly. Helga had commented on how competetive you were with me, and that it would make it easier to fight if we were on different 'sides'.

We'd quickly decided on our crests, then the joined one and had quickly set up our corners of the castle. You'd commented on my choice: the dungeons.

"Trust you to hide away from everyone in the most dreary place." I'd smirked and ignored you, as you seethed, thinking that I couldn't see you from behind my eye-lids. I remained indifferent, but I really did enjoy your look of loathing; your cheeks flushed, eyes narrowed, bottom lip pulled out in a slight pout.

I'd noticed my consistent observing of you that day. And it surprised me to learn that I knew nearly all of your habits. Even of those during the night, such as how you would sleep. It amused me, yet annoyed me that you'd hold such a power over me, drawing me in as we continued to fight and bark at each other.

I think Helga had noticed too, no matter how much I tried to hide it. She'd approached me, blonde hair blowing behind her with the slight wind as we sat down under a small willow tree. She'd said that we both acted the same, observation-wise. We both studied each other, brooded over the other and seemed to look forward to the arguement that lead to my amusement and your sulking.

I'd snorted and claimed she was over worked, stressed from our day-in-and-out working spree. We'd finished about half of what we'd had left during the time. She'd giggled and kissed my cheek, surprising me, tittering on about 'love' and that she and Rowena would 'judge us'.

It had me very curious when I'd found out how mad you were that night. Rowena said you'd nearly knocked her down that afternoon, around the time Helga had been talking to me. I'd immediatly went looking for you, searching your rooms first. When I couldn't find you I moved onto your prefered classrooms, until I'd eventually found you sitting by the lake, throwing small stones into the rippling water.

I'd stood a distance away, hoping to just watch you for a moment before you noticed my examining. You'd stripped off your shirt, perhaps you'd gone for a swim? It wasn't until I strode closer that I'd noticed the droplets of water hanging off your light brown hair, running down your back in a very hypnotic way. You laying with your torso held up by your elbows, legs laid out in front of you, a look of disaster on your face.

True I'd gotten used to the idea of watching you, but I was still new and clueless to what to do with the other half of my near obsession. Every time I saw you I'd wanted to touch you. It was easily destribed as wanting to kill you when I'd first met you, but it had slowly shifted to wanting to caress your cheeks, neck and anywhere else you'd let me.

It was the same at that moment, and as I neared you and sat down next to you, my robes pooling around me, my legs crossed underneith me, it had increased tenfold.

It was our first time being so close, me a good few inches away from you. You were content to ignore my presence, allowing me to think of why I'd come to find you. I'd decided that it would be about Rowena and Helga, they seemed too confident in their knowledge and we needed to stop them. It wasn't true, I did not like you like that. I was sure that you didn't think of me in that way either.

"So... You and Helga?" You'd whispered, sitting up and mimicking my position.

I snorted, "No. That woman is far too... Happy for my tastes." I paused then continued, "Too cool a temper too."

It was your turn to snort and I found myself staring at your face again. Your bottom lip was threatening to poke out, just slightly, it seemed as if you were trying to stop it from doing so. I smirked and turned to stare out over the lake.

"She kissed you didn't she?"

I nodded, "On the cheek, just a peck. It is her way of saying good bye. You know that." This conversation was strange. It had me feeling slightly uneasy. It was then that I'd noticed that you were staring at me, your mouth open slightly, an... odd look in your eyes. "She thinks we're fond of each other." I'd said, just to ease the tension, though I felt that it had intensified it as soon as it had left my lips.

"As in homosexual fond?" I'd nodded. "We wouldn't hate each other if we were would we?" I shook my head, the question's implications flooding me a few moments later.

My head had snapped up and over to you, again noticing you were staring. My face must have registered surprise, I can't remember, but you'd smiled, seemingly amused by my out-of-character gape.

I can't remember exactly what we'd said to each other after that, I'd been too engrossed by our nearing faces, you breath sweeping across my lips and cheeks.

Our kiss was soft, like that of a maiden during her first. I couldn't help allowing my hand to rise to your cheek, my knuckles gently sliding over your still damp cheek, before cupping it and pulling you closer to me.

You'd gasped, and I'd used that to my advantage, coaxing your tongue to move against mine. We'd pulled away from each other momentarily.

"There's no love in this." You'd whispered.

I'd nodded, agreeing even though it wasn't a question. We'd both been squashed together after that. Our kisses deep, long and hot, desperate for the other's touches and lips.

My hands slid down your torso after I'd laid down my robes, laying you on them gently. I'd let my hand slid down your chest, memorising the creases and the feel of your skin. You were content on laying back, your hair laying around your head, making you look even more noble.

You'd gasped when I'd let my lips flutter over your breast bone, arching up into me as I slid down to pay attention to a nipple. I'd wallowed in your gasps, pleased when your hands hand found my head and had tangled in my own inky locks.

"Salazar..." You'd moaned, pulling my lips away from the taut, pink bud and up to your own. You'd released my lips abruptly, kissing and licking at my neck, making me gasp and crane my head back. You seemed pleased, quickly releiving me of my shirt, running your hands around my chest, squeezing my nipples roughly. I'd bit back a moan, my pride telling me to not submit to this, no matter how much I wanted too.

You'd rolled us over, so that you were straddling my thighs. Your fingers lightly traced over the bulge in my pants, and I'd let out a strangled gasp, a moan following it as you repeated the action. I'd tried to reach and stop you, but you'd caught my hands and slid down my legs. I could feel your warm breath through my pants, and couldn't help the quiet moan that left me.

You'd lick me, once, twice, then I'd lost count, my mind too hazy with pleasure to keep on counting.

"Keep your hands by your sides." I'd nodded and felt you pull off my boots, throwing them over near your own. I'd then felt you hook your fingers under my waist band, gently tugging down my pants.

You were amused by my lack of undergarments, but it was warm and I hadn't felt any need for them this morning. "Hurry up." I'd ordered, my hard voice quiet and timid, scared of the events that would follow.

It was then that the consequences of our actions flooded me. The way our parents would react if they found us, the way in which we would be named out casts, the way fear over came me when I thought about the school and the way it would not be opened if it could be helped.

You'd noticed my sudden stillness and had stopped caressing my hips, having removed the rest of your clothes.

"We won't be able to open the school." You seemed to understand, and leaned up to kiss me. I didn't fight it, it was comforting, not demanding like the others. My hands held the back of your head and your back, pulling you down over me as I swapped our positions, grinding my hips down onto yours.

You'd moaned and I'd joined you, panting as I thrust against you again. I let my hand grasped your cock, gently stroking, your bicking hips grounded by my own. I was straddling one of your thighs, gently grinding myself down against you, savouring your gasps and pants as I kissed and licked your ear.

"Take me." You whispered, kissing me once more as I made myself comfortable between your spread legs. Everything was a blur from there: me thrusting inside you, your groans as I did so, my pleasure, your own showing on your face, our near exhausted bodies sliding against each other as we moaned for more and finally our orgasms, your's showing between us, mine being buried deep inside you.

It was over too soon for my liking, though it had been a while, a long time since the sun had set. We'd laid next to each other, huddled together, seeking the heat from the other's body. We'd kissed a couple more times, tongues moving into the mouths we were growing accostomed to.

We stayed there all night, and I had a feeling Rowena had found us and run back. Her girly squeal was of a lower pitch than that of Helga's.

I'd left you early the next morning, pulling on my clothes, raking my fingers through my hair in order to make it look presentable. I'd left my robe under you, not seeing any reason to let you be poked and brodded by the sticks, grass and stones that were under us.

We'd continued to fight after that, and they seemed more heated than those before our coupling. I ignored the reason though it was obvious to us both. We'd said that love had nothing to do with it, and we were going to stick by that. No matter how much we didn't want to.

Every night left us open to our passions, though you seemed far more inclined to show them, I seemed to always hesitate.

The school was up and running, we had students, all sorted into a house. We'd decided to choose our students using a trait. Helga's was loyalty, Rowena's the will to learn, your's was bravery, while mine was cunning. It was amusing to watch Rowena charm a hat and get it wrong. Her anger seemed much deadlier than yours.

It was a few months after that, and we had just laid down, kissing and touching the way we usually did. We'd ignored Helga and Rowena's knowing looks and we'd been sending each other wanting glances.

But in the after glow you'd said something that scared me, something we'd agreed not to have.

"I love you." You'd whispered, wrapping your arms around me, pulling me close. I was shocked still, and hadn't slept at all that night. The next morning I'd left your arms, gathered a few things and had left. I visited my sister and let myself get along with her. I needed to think. I couldn't do that with you on the other side of the building.

It was after you'd found me that our worst fight had come about. We meant everything we said. I'd never seen you so livid before, just as I'd never felt so angry. My cutting counters sliced through your insults and I could feel my family staring at us, trying to work out what had upset us both so much. I'd eventually stormed out, and you'd persued me.

I'd hid in my bedroom, while you'd stood outside and banged on the door, threatening to blow it off it's hinges if I didn't open it. How low had I sunk? I, Salazar Slytherin, was hiding from Godric Gryffindor.

Your yelling and banging had ceased, and after a few minutes I heard you quietly ask to come in. I'd never said no to that voice and had let you inside. You'd closed and locked the door, sitting on the bed as you neared me.

I was staring at the wall, perfectly content to let you do the staring, just like before our first coupling. You'd eventually directed my head up to face you, gently holding my cheeks before you pulled me into a mind numbing kiss. One that I don't plan to forget.

We'd continued, stripped off our clothes, aching for the touch we offered each other after a month of absolutely no contact. And I was quick to take you, gently at first, listening and waiting for the moan that told me to go on. I'd immedately continued when I'd heard it, gently thrusting in and out, slowly at first, speeding up quickly.

It was amazing to feel you like this after so long, I'd remembered the taste and feel of your skin against my lips so accurately it had made me miss you much more.

"Don't stop, keep going, faster..." You'd moaned, and I'd complied. Your hands were clasped behind my back, your strong arms pulling me close as we continued to rock, faster and harder. Mine were either wrapped around you or making sure I didn't crush you.

I should have been more alert, should have thought of putting a silencing charm on the walls and doors. But I didn't, and as a result I have been confined to my father's castle. My sister had came to check on me and had heard us, I beleive you guessed that too, right after you'd been abused harshly by my sister's voice and eventually hexed out of the castle.

I wasn't allowed to return to Hogwarts. Not while you were there and I was quickly married off to a wealthy hag. She did nothing for the ache I felt for you and it wasn't until my son was born that I noticed that we'd never be together like we wanted to have been. Rowena and Helga visited often, bringing messages that I was never able to returned, though I guessed they told you about my new family.

They'd told me that you'd married too, to a woman named Celirene, but we both knew that it was our parents that wanted that from us. We never married because we wanted too.

I'd arrived at Hogwarts on a day in spring and all the Slytherins had no idea of who I was. It surprised them to see a stranger strode through the castle as if he owned the place. It caused me to smirk. But I hadn't come to check on the students, or to see what the new head of house was like (no matter how curious I was), but to see you and give you something, a present as it were.

My wife and son had accompanied me, and I was quick to compliment your wife and snarl at your daughter, you could tell that I was joking: I'd never attack an infant, verbal or otherwise. Her glare seemed to lessen - no doubt she'd been told about us - just like my wife had been glaring at you, but you took it with a smile and soon we were arguing again. It felt good and it had ended with me as the victor - again. You were never good with words, you're actions spoke much louder.

We'd eventually thrown off our wives, and I had taken a bit of time to study your daughter, amused with how much she resembled you. I'd said so too, and had earned a punch. I has scoffed it off.

It was the Room of Requirement, (we'd made it soon after our night sessions were becoming a common thing) that we'd hidden from them and the prying student's eyes. We had needed a place to avoid questions and rumours and I don't think even Helga or Rowena had come across it yet.

You'd immediately moved to kiss me, and I moved to avoid it. You looked up at me sadly, but I smiled. "Here. To remember me by." I handed you a package, wrapped loosely and untidily in some parchment, more to hide it from my wife than anything.

You'd opened it hastily, and your brown eyes lit up when you caught sight of it.

It was a necklace. A very discrete one with a silver snake wrapped around a golden lion's leg on it. I'd had it made by a good friend of mine and had designed the pendant myself.

You turned it quietly in your hands, looking more like a child than the forty year old you were.

"Love is blind." You'd read. When you spied our initials, you nodded and placed it over your head, hiding it under your shirt. I kissed you breifly, saying good night and good bye, knowing that when my father heard that we'd been alone together that I wouldn't be allowed back at all.

It was true and had happened, just like you'd never been allowed to visit me. We never did see each other again.

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"What are you looking at?" She looked up at the boy, his green eyes upon her instead of the Quidditch book they were usually on.

"A pendant. I think it belonged to Godric Gryffindor. It looks old enough to be that old." The girl said haughtily, still sudying the pendant, "It has a silver snake along with a golden lion, I still haven't worked out what it means."

"A snake? Hermione maybe it belonged to someone else. Gryffindor and Slytherin hated each other. It said so in Hogwarts, A History" The boy replied, copying her usual tone. "I doubt Gryffindor would have had a necklace with a snake on it."

Hermione huffed, "It doesn't say they hated each other. Just that they had... Disagreements. Haven't you read it yet Harry?" He sighed and shook his head. He hadn't read it in full anyway. Her brow creased, "It has their initials on the back." She said, scrubbing at the dirty silver and gold pendant. Above the Double 'S' and double 'G' seemed to be more small writing.

Harry peered over her shoulder, "Love is blind." He read aloud, "You don't think...?"

Hermoine sighed, "I don't know."

"Couldn't have happened," Harry stated, turning back to his book.

Hermione nodded absently, taking a look at the pendant again. She smiled as she read the message again, slipping into her pocket. Maybe the headmaster knew more about this.

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