Attracting Attention {Sive&Archer}

[archer]

Archer watched her intently as she studied his arm, he could feel the relief wash through her body and for once he was grateful that he had not received the dark mark. There had been a time that Archer had wanted to receive his mark, unlike his sister who had her opportunity but been too afraid. Archer had asked to receive the mark, but his parents had refused to allow him, saying that he needed to graduate from Hogwarts first, that it wasn’t safe to have the mark while he was in Hogwarts. Even though that coward Draco Malfoy had been allowed to receive one, and then just when things got tough he ran away like a whipped dog.

But in this moment, Archer was grateful, because he knew that had he received it him and Sive would be over, and he felt like they hadn’t even started yet. He felt an odd attachment to this little Gryffindor, she looked so weak and fragile, but Archer knew that deep down she was ferocious and strong. She could challenge Archer, and that was what he needed. He needed Sive Parry.

“I know your family are muggles, and I know that you fought and…killed.” The word was hard to get out, it tugged at his mind, she was a killer. “She would have killed you had you been out there. Had you been in your rightful place, next to your Father.” his subconscious chimed back in at him. Would she have? Part of Archer wanted to say no, she wouldn’t have killed him… she didn’t have it in her, she wouldn’t kill him. Would she?

Archer felt his mind tumbling again, Sive Parry was a member of the order… she had killed Death Eaters, he had no idea how many. Would she kill them again if given the chance? Would she kill Archer if she found out where his loyalties still laid? But, the question that ate at Archer the most was…

Why can’t you just walk away?

He had no idea. He was trapped, stuck on a collision course that part of him knew was going to end up in flames, he knew that there was no way for this to end well unless Archer turned his back on his entire family. There was no way he could turn his back on them, not on his Mother, she’d already lost so much… Archer’s thoughts drifted to his Mother, running somewhere, in fear for her life as Order Members tracked her down. Order Members like the one that was wrapped in his arms right now. “Archer… what are you doing? Run!” His mind screamed at him, begging him to move.

But his feet stayed planted where they were, his arms didn’t flinch, staying in their rightful place around Sive’s waist. This is where he belonged right now. Here… with her.

Archer’s mind flitted back to the quidditch pitch, he had hated her. He had hated that she had killed Death Eaters, that she was a muggle, that a muggle could have potentially killed a Death Eater. But, yet… he’d kissed her? Why had he kissed her? Archer didn’t know the reasoning himself, he couldn’t explain it. “Well, honestly, I had smoked some gillyweed before practice, so I was pretty high.” Archer’s lips curled into a smile before shaking his head. “I don’t know. I just did. It was like for one moment the entire world was turned on its head and I had complete focus on one thing, and that was you. You seemed so dangerous and threatening, I wanted to be close to you…” Archer’s voice broke into a soft whisper, “…I wanted to see if you could destroy me.” Archer looked longingly into Sive’s eyes. He had wanted her to destroy him, to make him pay for not being there at the battle of Hogwarts, not being there with his family, fighting by his Father’s side. “But, when I got close to you, I could just… I needed you. I still need you. I had to have you, Sive. I need you to be mine.” Archer’s voice had turned almost into a plea, begging her to accept him, begging her to give herself to him.

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[SIVE BRANNAGH PARRY]

“I know your family are muggles, and I know that you fought and…killed.”

That word. Killed It went through Sive like a cold knife. She didn't think she'd ever be able to reconcile with the fact that she had killed, not completely. She wasn't a killer at heart. She wasn't someone who could perform the Avada Kedavra curse and mean it. And for the spell to work, you had to really mean it. It was like the crutiatus curse; you had to really want to cause pain.

Archer started to answer the question that had been burning inside of her since that day on the pitch. He said that he didn't know why, and it seemed like he was just as confused as she was... but there was a little nagging feeling in the back of Sive's mind, that prevented her from believing that completely. Maybe he didn't understand his motives, but she did believe that he had them. He had hated her. She had seen that hate burning in his eyes, and it had drawn her to him like a moth to a flame.. a moth that wanted to burn alive. Archer Grayson had known how he felt about her, then. And then the world had turned on its head.

“…I wanted to see if you could destroy me.”

Those words resonated with Sive in a way she could never describe. Because she understood exactly what he meant. When she had seen that hate, and that anger in Archers eyes, she had been drawn towards it because she thought she deserved it. She thought that she deserved to be hated, for what she had done. She felt like she deserved to be punished. She had wanted Archer to destroy her. And in his eyes, she had seen that he had wanted to.

That was why she felt like he had had other motives for kissing her. She had seen that he wanted to destroy her. Put an end to her.

"And you wanted to take me down with you."

With that new realisation, Sive thought that anyone else would be running a mile. But she didn't move. She didn't believe that he wanted to destroy her now. And she didn't want to go anywhere. She still wanted to stay here with him, and fall deeper and deeper into this. She wanted to drown in him, and forget everything that came before.

"...I need you to be mine.”

That word, 'mine', seemed to set her whole body on fire. Every nerve was alight. She knew that she wanted to be his, and she wanted him to be hers.

This, she knew, was her last chance to back out. But backing out was the last thing on her mind. She slid her arms back around his neck and kissed him again, unable to hold back, unable to wait. She was giving him his answer.