Disclaimer: I Do Not Own Harry Potter.
Written for Crack/Unusual Drabble Competition.
She was like fire when she was angry, wild and uncontrollable. He liked it when she was angry, her hair would change several different colours before finally settling on the red. Dark, angry red and you can see in her eyes that isn't safe to push her any further but he does.
He can't help himself, he likes it when she's like fire, when she lets that little bit darkness that she pretends doesn't exist show.
That bit off her, she hates because it scares her of what she might do if really pushed, that little bit that reminds her she has the Black family temper.