For Uni. You can break down any pairing I ship, faster then anyone else I know :D So I decided to write you a scorrose. go add in a whole part about Al in your head if you want, you're good at head-canons :P Thanks for always being there to talk to me, hugs and choco. (you completely don't have to like this, even I hate it, but I promised to write you something, so I did :)
-Nini xx
The umbrella had a tear in it. The rain seeped through, slashing at her clothing and leaving her damp and shivering, the chill soaking into her bones.
The umbrella was buried in the hall closet. The house elf was preparing for another gala event, another hundred posh witches and wizards. He resigned himself to the fact that he was about to get very wet, and walked outside.
She wasn't really sure where she was going. Her feet seemed to know the way, though. Following them through alleys and around bends, ducking under awnings when the down pour became too heavy, she walked on. She wished that for once, she knew where she would end up, and how she would get there.
He knew exactly where he wanted to go. He just wished that his feet would follow his heart for once, and he could stop being such an effing coward.
She lived in a chaotic house, a house where there were too many people and too little space.
He lived in a manor, a house that was not a home. The three people and the house elf inside rattled about eerily in the excessive space.
She was the one they all hated loving.
He was the one they all loved to hate.
They kept on walking.
In the distance, she spotted a blond head moving towards her, kicking a rock like he wished it would break. He drew closer and she didn't have the energy to worry about "what people would say," anymore.
A black umbrella bobbled towards him, a red head under it peering out at him, as though afraid he would bite. He was too tired to bite, and he didn't dare admit it to himself, but maybe she was what he had been walking towards the whole time.
She stepped aside to let him pass.
He stepped in the same direction, so she could go around.
They kept on like that for a few more minutes, neither speaking, neither breaking their painfully polite mask.
She got sick of it, or maybe she stumbled. They hit the pavement hard, a tangle of blond, ginger, blood and rain.
He put out his hand and they got up.
Silently, she offered her big black umbrella, and he came to stand under it. She wasn't really sure why her cheeks felt so hot.
The umbrella had a tear in it. It was almost big enough to shield both of them, though and it would do for now.