The Game
A/N: I do not own anything at all from the world of Harry Potter; not the characters, not the robes. Nada, zip, zero. Be thankful I don't haha.
This is... awful. I know, not just saying it to make you feel sorry for me, I'm being serious. However, I will stick with the genuine excuse that this is my first poem, ever (unless you count those ones written during school where the teachers make you write them and eventually put a sticker on them out of sympathy). And the only reason I wrote it was to give my Quidditch team, the Falmouth Falcons, an extra chance of winning the 20 points we may need soon (not that our team doesn't have amazing writers- they're brilliant, but you know, points help haha). So, this is my attempt using the pairing Icicle, aka Narcissa and Lucius, and the game I hope is portrayed well but if not... PM me and I'll try to put my thoughts into words lol. I had to look up different poem structures too for help... so this is a sonnet(?) as in I used the ABAB, CDCD, EFEF, GG rhyming scheme with fourteen lines. It is under the 500 word limit (yay) and I did use the prompts 'relationship' and 'fire' (yay again). So, apologies for making you collateral damage and expsoing you to this uh rubbish, its for our team! xo
P.S. This formatting is being a pain and won't let me space the verses, hence the 'l's.
The Game
These parties were always the same
New robes, shiny shoes, crystal chandeliers
It is why she decides to play a game
A chance to escape the mundane conversation, to meet him before her mother interferes
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He sleeks back his silky hair as she saunters over to him from across the hall
His icy eyes twinkling, his almost-knowing smirk yet to fade,
She is determined to set his heart thrumming as she pushes him against the wall
She will be the one to finally melt his frosty façade
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He closes his arms around her, enfolding her into an embrace,
They twirl around together a few times, before she instigates the next kiss
Knowing his weakness she slips in the tongue, her dress slipping to reveal the underlying lace
Yet she can only feel him smile against her lips as her heart is set on fire, realising too late something is amiss
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These parties were all the same,
And as he holds her in his arms she knows that once again, he has won the game.