Love is Blind

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A/N:

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, not like when I insulted someone else. 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 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 with just the four of us.

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 Hogwarts one and then we 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 csuch a dreary place.\" You\'d said.

I\'d smirked and ignored you, as you seethed, thinking that I couldn\'t see you with my back towards you. I remained indifferent, but I really did enjoy your look of loathing; your flushed cheeks, narrowed, glaring eyes, bottom lip pulled out in a slight pout.

I\'d noticed just how much I observed 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 and delusional. She\'d giggled and kissed my cheek, surprising me, tittering on about \'love\' and that she and Rowena would not \'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 me. 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 were lying with your torso propped up on your elbows, legs laid out in front of you, a look of loathing 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 described 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; I was 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. It wasn\'t normal.

\"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, \"She\'s got far too cool a temper.\"

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 near inaudibly, 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, 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. No real love.\" 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. I suppose we should have moved to a more private place, but we didn\'t.

My hands slid down your torso after you\'d laid down your robes, laying me on them gently. I\'d let my hand slid down your chest, memorising the creases and the feel of your skin. There were a few scars, no doubt from our training with our fathers, but I was soon incapable of thinking, just as I was releived of my shirt.

I\'d gasped when you\'d let your lips flutter over my breast bone and I arched up into you as you slid down to pay attention to a nipple. You\'d looked pleased to hear my gasps and when my hands tangled in your own brown locks.

I\'d bit my lip to keep from moaning and pulled your lips away from my chest and up to my own. You\'d released my lips abruptly, kissing and licking at my neck, making me gasp and crane my head back.

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 licked 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 usually demanding 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 by society, the way our school would be undermined and the way it would not be opened if it could be helped. Two males were not supposed to be doing this together.

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 you ground your hips down on mine.

You\'d moaned and I\'d joined you, panting as I thrust against you again. I let my hand grasped your cock, gently stroking. You gasped and after a moment moved so I could no longer reach you. You motioned for me to turn over, to get on my hands and knees, and I felt sick doing so.

It felt like I was getting torn apart at first, but you went slowly. At one stage I remember ordering you to hurry up, just so I could feel you inside me and just how wrong doing this together really was. But it didn\'t feel like that, not at all. Not since you\'d started thrusting properly, and I was starting to buzz with pleasure.

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 after I had pulled on my clothes and raked my fingers through my hair in order to make it look presentable.

We\'d continued to fight after that, and they seemed much 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 and 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 ambition. It was amusing to watch Rowena charm a hat and get it wrong. Her temper seemed much deadlier than yours.

But everything was fine. As perfect as I guess it could have gotten.

It was a few months after that, and we had just laid down, kissing and touching the way we usually did. We were in the Room of Requirement, with pillows and candles everywhere around us. You\'d taken me slowly, carefully, and I\'d nearly fainted from the experience. But in the after glow you\'d said something that scared me, something we\'d agreed not to have, that we couldn\'t 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 for the first time since our childhood, I\'d let myself get along with her. I needed to think. I couldn\'t do that with you on the other side of the castle.

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 its hinges if I didn\'t open it.

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 talking. 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 settle myself on your thighs and let you take me, gently at first, until heard the moan that told you to go on.

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. Made me ache for you much more.

\"Don\'t stop, keep going, faster...\" I\'d heard myself gasp, and you\'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 fall on 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, found us together, joined, kissing. You\'d quickly been abused harshly by my sister 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 realised 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 guess 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 Slytherin students had no idea of who I was. It surprised them to see a stranger stride through the castle as if he owned the place. It made me 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. Your wife\'s 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.

Once we were in the Room of Requirement, you\'d immediately moved to kiss me, and I moved to avoid it. You looked down at me sadly, but I smiled. \"Here. A gift, to remember me by.\" I handed you the package, wrapped loosely and untidily in some parchment, more to hide it from my wife than anything else.

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. 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\'d managed to hold off from kissing you until then. But I reasoned that one kiss would hurt us too much.

I\'s taken your face in my hands, a bit amused by the beard you\'d started to grow, and kissed you soundly. You\'d gasped, and the innocent kiss I\'d envisioned turned into a hot, wet one that left us both aching to hold each other.

We were making our way down to the Great Hall, and we\'d stopped just short of it\'s doors. I glanced around, and when I found no one I turned on you. I kissed you breifly, just one more time, saying good night and good bye, knowing that when my father heard that we\'d been alone together 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?\" Hermione looked up at him, 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 from when he was alive.\" She replied 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.\"

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