I'm Falling For You (Emilia)

[Dante Black]

Dante had the three most soothing things in the Wizarding World: a starry night sky to sit under, a breeze just cool enough to give goose bumps, and Emilia Silverstien. To be honest, he couldn’t say which out of the three was the most beautiful. All that beauty was such a sharp contrast to the world in which he knew they lived. He knew that in reality things were ugly, getting more hideous and repulsive with every day that passed. The dark side was causing so much destruction so quickly like a nasty virus in a dying body. Dante cherished every peaceful moment he got, especially with Emilia, because his pessimistic side told him that it wouldn’t last. He wouldn’t be surprised if Voldemort managed to make the stars stop sparkling, the birds stop singing, and all the flower petals droop pitifully over their stems.

His cold gray eyes looked deep into Emilia’s brilliant aquamarines ones. It was moments like that he wished he could freeze the world and never have to leave. Even a camera to capture their stares would have been nice. Just so that they could look back on it and say, ‘Weren’t those the days.’ But Dante didn’t have a camera or the power to magically stop time. So all he could do was try to memorize Emilia’s every feature so that when she was away he could try to remember.

The fact that Dante could think all those wonderfully romantic things drove him crazy. Firstly because they used to be only for Diem, and he was so sure it would always stay that way. Secondly, feelings like that scared him. It meant that he had a weakness. It meant that if anyone wanted to cause him distress they would know exactly how to do it. All they had to do was threaten Emilia and Dante would comply with whatever they asked. That made everything so much more dangerous for them. Dante frequently messed around with the idea of telling Emilia he didn’t care anymore just to save her. If it looked like he didn’t care for her then no one would try to harm her. But then he always remembered that people were after her too and either way she needed him.

The two teenagers sat side by side on the shore, their feet just behind the point where water collides with land. Dante wrapped his arm around Emilia’s shoulder in order to keep her warmer and also to bring her closer into him. It was their first night together after his recovery and he couldn’t ask for a better one. At that point nothing mattered but them.

[Emilia Silverstien]

Walking into the cool night air, Emilia felt goosebumps rise upon her arms. She wasn't quite sure if it was because of the gentle breeze or all the electric into the air between herself and Dante. She felt hyper aware of how close she was to Dante, and how she had the urge to touch him. Biting her lip she, she resisted the urge to reach out to take his hand or to even just gently touch his arm. The urge was hard to resist, but somehow she managed. She just needed to know that he was real, and being able to touch him would confirm to her that this really was happening, that this night was real. It was all too perfect, and it almost scared Emilia. These type of moments do not have happen very often, and Emilia was trying to her best to soak in all of her surroundings.

She felt herself come to a stop, and looked up at Dante, only to have his gray eyes looking deeply into her own. She felt a surge of emotions erupt within her chest. Each emotion was just as confusing as the next. Could she possibly be falling for this boy all over again? It appeared to be so with all of the butterflies in her stomach, trying their hardest to get out. Looking up at Dante, Emilia attempted to memorize every facet of his perfect face. Sure to the outside world his faced was scared, but for Emilia she looked past all of that. All that she saw was perfection, and a face of the boy who once broke her heart. She didn't care about the scares, all she cared about was this beautifully imperfect boy was with her, and would always be with her.

It just stunned her that she felt this way about him still. After all the pain, torment, and hatred that he had inflicted upon her she was still vulnerable to his advances. She used to flinch when anyone would say his name, not from fear as she used to convince herself, but from the hurt. All the nights where she laid in bed afraid of Dante and trying to hate him for all that he did to her, all of that seemed to be erased by just one look. It scared her that she was so vulnerable and so weak, but she just couldn't help how she felt anymore. Even worse, now that she was giving in to her feelings, it would create a huge crutch for her. Now if Voldemort showed up again or any person who wanted to do her harm, they would know all they had to do was go after Dante, and she would soon follow after them. She would do anything in her power to protect Dante, and in a few short minutes she had created her ultimate weakness for all of the people looking to hurt her.

She felt an involuntary sigh escape her lips and she felt Dante's arms enclose around her shoulders. It surprised her how right this all felt even after all the time that has passed. They were just picking up where they left off. Just hopefully this time it wouldn't end in tragedy like last time. She let out an involuntary shudder, she didn't know if she could go through an ordeal like that again. Wanting to be closer to him still she moved to wrap her arms around his waist, and laid her head against his chest. She could hear his heart gently beating within his chest, and it finally hit her that this night was real, that he was real. Finally breaking the silence she whispered, "It's so good to have you back Dante. I've missed you so much."

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[Dante Black]

With his arm wrapped securely around her shoulder, Dante could feel Emilia’s every breath and slightest movement. The steady, slow up-down dance of her shoulders with each inhale and exhale set the tempo for the evening. The night was indeed going nice and slow, but also way too fast at the same time. If he weren’t paying attention Dante would not have noticed the twilight slowly turning into a definite night sky. He wished desperately that it would stay that way forever, but he knew that at the end of the night they had a curfew. So they would say goodbye and go off to their respective dorms, reminiscing about what had just occurred. A Slytherin and Gryffindor, who’d have thought it would happen?

What was it, anyway? Dante wasn’t sure he could say with complete confidence. There was definitely something there, but what was it? Did it even matter enough to label? Not in Dante’s opinion. He hated the fact that society demanded they brand any type of relationship. All he knew was that he felt something toward her and it appeared she felt the same way. That was all that mattered. The only thing left to do was keep going the way they were and see where it got them.

Emilia’s shudder brought Dante back to them. He nearly withdrew his arm for fear it was because she didn’t want it there, but opted to leave it instead when he felt her arms around his waste. They were experimenting. Every new point of physical contact was a test to see if they were still comfortable. For Dante, their closeness came oddly naturally. He didn’t feel as if anything was strained or awkward or uncomfortable. In fact, it felt right. And the fact that Emilia wasn’t shying away from him was certainly positive reinforcement. Dante wondered how far he could take it before she drew the line. His sixteen year old mind went wild with the possibilities. The only downer about the thought was that he knew it would take extra time to regain her trust due to their history. It was almost pointless at that point to even get his hopes up too high.

He was glad Emilia couldn’t hear his thoughts, lest it ruin the mood they had created. She whispered into his chest and Dante let a small smile creep onto his face. “I must admit, you are far better company than Madam Pomfrey.” Dante breathed into her ear, his breath hot against her skin, “Not to mention more talented…attractive…lovely…” The intense urge to kiss Emilia’s neck surged through Dante’s body. It was so close. It would be so easy. And to see her reaction would be fascinating. He closed his eyes though and held back. The last thing he wanted to do was move to fast and lose her trust. So he waited with his lips hovering just above her ear to await her reaction.

[Emilia Silverstien]

Resting her head gently against Dante's strong chest Emilia felt oddly at peace, a feeling that had escaped her for many months if not years. Her soul has been restless, always on edge trying to find solace. It has been a futile effort because she could never accept the fact that Dante didn't want her in his life. It had been a crushing blow to her, one that she was never able to overcome. She tried to distract herself with school and worrying about her safety from Voldemort, but nothing seemed to work. At the end of the day she would always feel restless, and like a piece of her was missing. It was during the late hours of night, that she would realize that no matter how hard she tried she just could not get over the fact Dante hated her. A part of her, deep down inside of her cared deeply for Dante, and despite the hatred she tried to feel for him it was never enough to erase her true feelings towards this boy.

Watching the twilight fade away to night, Emilia realized that this time she had with Dante was waning, and she still had so much to say to him. Despite the electricity in the air between these two young lovers, she couldn't help but to be afraid that one day he would decide it wasn't worth it and would leave her again. That would be a crushing blow, a blow that Emilia was afraid would leave her damaged forever. She just couldn't find the right words in her head to express what she was feeling. Sighing, she hugged him tighter hoping her actions would show Dante how much he really meant to her. Feeling their closeness made Emilia want to trust Dante, trust him with her life. Yet, she still felt guarded, she just wasn't sure how he felt about her. It would only take a few chosen words, and Emilia would simply melt into Dante's arms. Any aversion she had to trusting Dante would slip away if he just told her that he was never leaving her again.

Emilia's confusing thoughts were interrupted when Dante whispered into her ear. The warmth of his breath created goosebumps all over her body, and a flush creep upon her face. His lips being so close to her throat made her shudder. Her whole body felt warm with his lips hovering so close to her. As if taking a cue from her brain, her hormones reacted to the closeness of Dante's lips. A thousand possibilities were created in her head of how she could possibly have Dante's lips on some part of her body. Her hormones were telling her that she needed to feel Dante's lips on her, but her brain was telling her to wait. Her brain was trying to protect her from heartache, but her hormones were telling her that it didn't matter. Emilia was starting to side with her hormones because at this point in time his lips were way to close to her throat, driving her to distraction. She wondered if his lips were as soft as they looked...

Trying to breathe evenly, Emilia tried to find the right words to respond to Dante. Breathing in she finally whispered, "Dante stop, you're going to make me die of embarrassment." She tried to keep the mood light, but it wasn't working. It seemed by her speaking the mood only intensified. The electricity was almost sparking between the two. Concentrating on her breathing and her words she quietly continued, "Dante, is this real? Are you real? You aren't going to go disappear again? You're not going to flip out on me when I do something that annoys you and hate me again? You'll take me for who I am this time? All the flaws that I have, and all the danger that I have coming for me? You'll be here even then? I can't handle losing you all over again. I just can't do it..." After the questions Emilia felt her cheeks grow even hotter, but this time from embarrassment. It was hard to share her feelings with Dante. She cringed, and buried her face in his chest. It was easier this way because she didn't have to face him, and possibly face his rejection.

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[Dante Black]

The small glimmer of hope Dante held for the night flickered out like a flame caught in the wind. He shut his eyes tight and sighed in disappointment. He should have known they would get nowhere physically. The teenage hormones coursing through him combined with his dominant personality made him just itch to take over, not give Emilia say in what they did. His patience for her was quickly dwindling. It had been quite a while since he had come back to prove his loyalty toward her. Years, in fact, Dante had waited tolerantly for Emilia to show she was ready for him again. In his perfect world Emilia would already be back to trusting him like old times. Although, in his perfect world he wouldn’t have to imagine taking control of Emilia; she would already be complacent.

With his lips so poised and ready, so close to her throat, Dante ran a play-by-play of what he could do to her in his mind. His lips brushing her neck, slowly moving down her body. Between kisses there would be whispers. At the same time his large hands exploring. He could only imagine her reaction, but of course in his fantasy world it would be positive and encouraging. She would let him take over and lead her away to a place of ecstasy. Or there was always the possibility of the thrill of struggle; that was almost more exciting to think about. He was so much bigger, so much stronger than her. It wouldn’t take much to dominate Emilia’s fragile body. Dante knew it would be more than easy to get what he wanted. Knowing this actually made it harder for him to control himself around her. He was quite aware of his ability to show her his masculine dominance at any time, any place.

However he was also aware of the fact that he was playing by Emilia’s rules, not those he made up in his fantasies.


“Silverstien,” he chuckled deeply, mostly to cool his rising frustration. “What can I do for you? How can I prove that I’m done hurting you?” What more could he do for her? First he quit working with Voldemort and ran away at his own expense. Technically that wasn’t for her, but it was in the right direction. After living on the streets for way too long, Emilia ran into him and convinced him to come back to the castle. Dante returned to Hogwarts to finish his schooling. If it weren’t for the thought of Emilia in the back of his head Dante wouldn’t even bother trying. He would most likely fail all of his classes and drop out to live in Diagon Alley again. But instead he worked his arse off to keep up in class so that he could learn and grow with her.

It actually hurt somewhere deep inside that she didn’t believe him or even that he was real. Of course Dante had hurt her before. Leaving her only to try to kill her would certainly be traumatizing for Emilia. He understood that. But what he couldn’t wrap his head around was just how bad it scarred her. It was only times like these when all her feelings came out that Dante even caught a glimmer of it. Things had changed since then, and Dante wished so bad for Emilia to realize this. He had changed. He was not going to vanish and leave her behind again. He would be there for her whether it was to defend her from danger or give her a shoulder to cry on. Dante knew he wouldn’t enjoy every minute of being with Emilia; they were different in some key ways. Despite their differences, though, he would try to make her happy. Perhaps because making her happy gave him some meaning in his life. He had lost everything, why not put all his effort and energy into the one thing he did have?

[Emilia Silverstien]

Emilia felt the electricity that was sparking between them seconds earlier spark a few more times, and then die out. It confused her, but then she heard the sigh escape Dante's lips. Followed by his pleading questions. It was then that she knew she had ruined the moment, and that she had screwed up once again. If only she would have just kept her mouth shut, she screamed in her head. Shutting her eyes tightly to keep away her tears of anger, she sprang up from Dante's arms, and practically ran away from him. She was enraged with herself for ruining the moment, and she was afraid if she didn't get away from him she would end up accidentally hitting him due to her rage.

She didn't run far, just far enough to make sure Dante was out of arms length. Feeling herself shaking all over she finally shouted while stomping her feet, "CRAP! Crap, crap crap crap crap! I always ruin everything! I can't even admit to you how I really feel about you. I don't even attempt to explain how much I care about you! No, what do I do instead? I ask you twenty stupid questions because I let my brain take over my heart! What the bloody hell is wrong with me?! I always ruin everything that is good in my life." Catching her breath she felt the shaking start to subside but her anger at herself only deepened, her hormones were beginning to form words.

Taking a deep breath she continued her tirade, "I can't even show you how much I care about you. No, I can't even bring myself to kiss you because I'm so afraid. That's stupid, that's ridiculous. I'm ridiculous. What is wrong with me?!" Turning her back on him for the first time she felt her tears finally pour out of her aquamarine eyes. She was so frustrated with herself. What was wrong with her. She just couldn't figure out. Throwing her hands up she groaned. Her hormones were driving her to act like a crazy person due to all the pent up energy she had coursing through her veins. All that she could imagine was his hands all over her body, his breath all over her as he kissed every inch of her. His heart beating in rhythm with hers. It was maddening, and she was going completely crazy.

Quickly wiping her eyes, she knew what she was going to do. She knew her action would break down the final remaining wall she had constructed. Turning quickly she ran to Dante, and threw herself into his arms. Without letting her brain get in the way Emilia pulled Dante's face to hers, and crashed her lips into his. All the electricity Emilia felt in the air before was nothing compared to now. All that electricity was now flowing in her veins, and she felt as if she was on fire. Letting her heart finally take over she tightened her grip on Dante's hair, and molded her body as close to his as possible. It was her cue to alert him to the fact that she wanted him to be the dominant one, not her. She didn't care what he did to her, she just knew that it's what she wanted. She needed to be this close to him to feel his soft lips against hers. With one feverish kiss all the walls she had constructed were finally destroyed, and she was in heaven.

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[Dante Black]

Instead of the string of hysterical demands that he was expecting, Emilia just up and ran away. In a way it was worse than any request because it only furthered Dante’s sinking suspicions that he was losing Emilia. Ever since coming back after disappearing during their first year Dante could tell there was something in her that changed. She was once a feisty, spunky girl with so much energy and happiness running through her. Perhaps it was the young age, but it definitely wasn’t the same now. She was still Emilia, just with an underlying hint of sadness and feeling of being lost. To anyone else it might have been unnoticeable but to Dante it was glaringly obvious.

Dante stayed glued to his spot in the ground for fear Emilia would try to hurt him if he approached her. Not that she could do him much harm, but he didn’t want to have to defend himself against her. All he could do was sit and wait out Emilia’s outburst. It was saddening to see her in such a pathetic mess. Dante watched with one eyebrow slightly cocked, fascinated by her confessions. The soft lapping of lake water washing against the shore gave her words an extra dramatic feel. If it weren’t for her unnecessary dramatics the night would be perfect. Part of his promise to her was to take her as she was, though, and so that’s what he did. The things Dante endured for her.

Before he quite knew what was happening, Emilia was on top of him and their lips locked in a fiery kiss. The surprise was nowhere near the sheer amount of joy that erupted from his core. This was the Emilia that he had known and missed for so long. She tugged at his hair, eliminating any space that could have been between them. She was so close he could feel the thump of her heartbeat up against his own. If this was how Emilia wanted to play then Dante wasn’t going to hold back. The hormones took over his body and he took over the situation. With a swift movement he grasped her waist with one arm and twisted his body so that they switched places, careful to keep her close to his body but not so that he crushed her. Dante was now hovering over Emilia’s small figure in a pushup position. Very slowly he lowered himself and touched his lips gently to hers. Taking his time for each kiss to land tenderly on Emilia’s skin, Dante slowly moved to her jaw line, down to her throat, and finally stopping at her chest.

Dante thought back to his fantasies and realized that they were well on their way to fulfilling them. “Emilia…” he whispered, hoping she would know where the rest of his sentence was going. Was he getting his hopes up to high here too? If he wasn’t mistaken then it seemed as if things were getting heated between the two teens, and he needed to make sure she realized that. He was, after all, letting Emilia draw the lines. How the rest of the night played out was entirely up to her.

[Emilia Silverstien]

Emilia's whole body was hot as it it was on fire from all the sparks that had been erupting the whole night. As soon as her lips locked with Dante's she felt as if her heart was beating a thousand miles per hour, and being this close to Dante she could feel that his heart was doing the same. This kiss brought back all the old feelings that Emilia had been hiding deep within her chest. They had intensified by a hundred since the last time she thought about them. Nothing had changed between her and Dante, in the end she always knew that deep down inside they would find each other once again. This kiss just signified a new beginning for these two young lovers, and allowed them to show each other the feelings they had both been denying each other of.

Feeling his lips against her she let out an involuntary sigh of satisfaction. His lips were just as soft as she thought they were, and his lips left her wanting more. Feeling the lack of space between them, Emilia lost herself in the moment and in the kiss. She started touching Dante all over from his face, hair, and then finally his chest. Her hands just had the urge to explore his body, and she was totally out of control of her actions. She felt her hands sweep down his chest and to his pant's waist line. Her hand didn't move any lower; instead, it just hovered there never moving up nor downward. A new feeling erupted within her and she felt herself become even more excited by each passing moment.

Before she could act on this new feeling she felt herself being moved, and in one swift moment she herself looking up at Dante with his body pressed gently against hers. He had broken their kiss, and it gave Emilia the time to catch her breathing. Breathing in unevenly she started deeply into Dante's normally cold, gray eyes. Now they looked like they were sparkling from all the excitement, and it made her smile. It was then she watched him lower his face, and felt his lips once more against hers. This time it was gentler, tender kiss which made Emilia shiver. The feeling of his lips against hers again caused her heart to start beating faster, and she felt the fire erupt in her veins again. Wrapping her arms around his neck she never wanted this kiss to end. Then she felt him draw away from her traveling down her neck to her chest. A soft moan erupted from her lips as he reached her chest.

It was then she Dante moan her name, and it was then that she spell that was over her was broken. She knew where the rest of the sentence was going, and she felt the fire subside a bit in her veins. There was no way anything like that could happen right out in the open, and in plain view of the castle. She felt her body tense up, and the rest of the butterflies subside in her stomach. Gently, in order not to offend Dante, she put her hands on his chest to push him off of her. When she freed herself she shook her head to remove the haze that was before her eyes. She then pressed her lips gently against Dante's frozen lips in order to reassure him that she still wanted him. Pulling away slightly she finally spoke, "Dante, we can't do that out here. Not in the open like this. We need to go somewhere private, and I know just the place, The Room of Requirement. It's perfect, and we won't have an audience." Gently placing her lips against his once again, she stood up. Offering him her hand, she teased, "Well do you want this or not? Don't just lie there like a fool. Come on my dear boy."

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