Forevermore | H. Potter

•𝕱𝖎𝖋𝖙𝖍 𝖄𝖊𝖆𝖗•

"𝕾𝖍𝖊'𝖘 𝖌𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖕𝖑𝖊𝖙𝖊𝖑𝖞 𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖆𝖑 - 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖘𝖍𝖊'𝖘 𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖒𝖊 𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖆𝖑 𝖙𝖔𝖔!"

"𝖂𝖊'𝖗𝖊 𝖘𝖍𝖆𝖈𝖐𝖑𝖊𝖉, 𝕻𝖔𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖗, 𝖄𝖔𝖚'𝖑𝖑 𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖐𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖒𝖊 𝖇𝖊𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖈𝖆𝖓 𝖌𝖊𝖙 𝖗𝖎𝖉 𝖔𝖋 𝖒𝖊"

In the fifth year's storm, where shadows loom,

 Where whispers of darkness in corners bloom,

 Crimson, with his lightning scar,

 And Emerald, a Slytherin star.

Their rivalry sharp, a public display,

 Masks the secrets they hide away,

 In the heated debates and duels of might,

 Lies a flicker of something hidden from sight.

Crimson's heart, though fierce and brave,

 Feels a stir he cannot stave,

 In Emerald's gaze, both fierce and cool,

 He sees more than the Slytherin rule.

Emerald, with her serpent's grace,

 Harbors feelings she can't erase,

 Behind the walls of her Slytherin pride,

 A tender heart, where emotions hide.

In the moonlit hours when the world's asleep,

 Their thoughts collide in dreams so deep,

 A stolen glance, a subtle touch, 

Their feelings grow, yet they say so much.

In secret corners and hidden halls,

 Where silence echoes and mystery calls,

Crimson and Emerald, in their hearts confined,

 Find in each other what they've long resigned.

Underneath the rivalry's sharp disguise,

 Their hearts beat with a shared surprise,

 For in the midst of their public fight,

 They cherish moments in the quiet night.

So let the fifth year's tale unfold,

 Of love that's shy, yet oh so bold,

Crimson and Emerald, in their secret dance,

 Find in each other a hidden chance.