He ran to me, grinning like a loon.

What could I do, but welcome him with open arms? Catching him into a tight embrace, I could never let go. I inhaled his unique scent. It was so exquisite, like the rare gem that one may find every once in a million years. Only one word would describe it perfectly.

It was Harry.

His extreme optimism had dissolved even the harshest of walls that I had erected around the only precious thing left, my heart. He had stolen it but he never misused it, not once. He treated it with care and gave his own heart to me for safekeeping.

Was this love?

"Whatcha thinking, Sev?" He looked up with that pair of adoring viridis eyes, with an open mind for me to probe without thinking.

He always trusted me with everything. No one had ever trusted me with anything.

I felt my lips tug up a little. My arms around him had tightened. It seemed as though I had become enamored with him.

"Nothing, just about you, you and me. How your foolish Gryffindor traits managed to seduce the notorious Greasy Potions Master, the legendary Ice Prince of Slytherin."

"Hey! I'll have you know I was nearly sorted into Slytherin alright? Furthermore I'll like to think of you seducing me instead. You know, I always suspected that you were trying to do so during my frequent detentions."

There, there was that teasing tongue licking his lips. Oh, how I longed to plunder his mouth there and then to taste that distinctive aroma?

How could I forget? At that time, I could not resist his charms and always sought to stand close to him to get a whiff of his scent. How desperate I was...

But him wiggling his tight arse when picking up fallen items didn't help much either. Any grown man who was a homosexual would be aroused too.

It was that one time where I lost control that started this...relationship with him. I never regretted that error in judgement.

"Insufferable idiot."

"Greasy git."

"Brat."

"My darling."

"Why you insolent little..." before I could say any further, his lips covered mine in a poor attempt of distraction. I would scoff at this had anyone else tried to do so, but with him, this was simply paradise. This was practically Adonis incarnate standing in front of me.

This was like a touch of an angel onto my broken body.

For now, I'll just enjoy what Heaven has bestowed upon me. I know not if it is permanent, which I do hope it is, and I know not of this warm feeling coursing through my very veins each time he touches me, but in time, all will be revealed, and if he ever leaves, at least I would be spared with memorable memories to get through the rest of my entity.

A/N: Heya! Now is approximately 3am in the morning, and I probably should be sleeping now. But the Urge called out for me to write something down. Did this while listening to the delightful voice of Jean Baptiste Maunier and Pixie Lott. Gentle passion was the key today. Occupo.