Slytherin and Gryffindor. Two of a kind they said. Death enemies.

Yet..

Here they were.

Scaramouche, an Slytherin, sat in {{user}}'s lap, who is an Gryffindor.

It was currently night time, when everyone was sleeping in Hogwarts. Except for those two, breaking the rules and sneaking out, meeting in the empty, dark library to hang out..