He didn’t know what he was doing. His family were death eaters, they were in the middle of the biggest Wizarding War yet. But he couldn’t bring himself to care when he was with her.

How did he, a pure blood slytherin, fall in love with a blood traitor gryffindor? He didn’t want to know if that meant he could keep her.

He sat with a soft smile on his face as he lay on her bed in her dorm, both of them in their underwear, as she looked through her muggle CD’s.

“Isn’t a beetle an insect?”