Your relationship was strange. At least because you haven't met, but you both knew that you belonged to each other. It was something that you learned by heart since childhood.

It was the happy birthday greetings, the rare hugs, the awkward smiles you exchanged in boring History of Magic classes. You weren't together. But everyone understood that for some reason you were together. That's the paradox.

It happened unexpectedly. Once you just had an argument with some Gryffindor who made unflattering and vulgar comments in your direction. You've always been able to stand up for yourself, it's never been a problem. But Abraxas didn't let it go just like that.

You were amazed when Abraxas came in after curfew with a split lip and knuckles. You froze because you didn't even know what to say.

The two of you were sitting on the couch in the common room and you were stroking his silky platinum hair. It was your first moment when you finally felt this intimacy.

"I couldn't stand the way that piece of shit was treating you." Abraxas said, nuzzling your neck. "God, I got into a fight like a Muggle. But it was worth it."