AN: Written for the HPFC CAMP POTTER ARTS AND CRAFTS WEEK 3 WITH THE FOLLOWING PROMPTS:
· Mandatory: 1. Mirror 2. 'Hush hush' 3. Sleep
· Optional: 1. 'Holding on and Letting go' - Ross Copperman 2. Leaves 3. Choice 4. Breathless 5. Ungodly hour
Fire and Ice
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
~Robert Frost
The Ungodly Hour
Wreckage in the wake of a mistake
and then the look of shame in the mirror.
Their tired game has climbed to peak once more.
It is 3 a.m. and reflections shouldn't feel this kind of pained awakening.
There are times, like these, when the seasons urge her to let go.
They say 'the choice is yours; leaving –or staying–is an option.'
Her response: "when the leaves fall I will cease believing, it will be time and I will take my leave."
Suddenly she finds herself amidst a raging snowy storm.
When did the leaves fall?
Where did the seasons go?
But the cold has overtaken her and she finds it difficult to keep warm.
He walks up behind her snaking pale arms around her waist,
"You left me cold at this ungodly hour, 'Mione, come back to me. We only have until dawn."
She cringes at his words, they taste of her deceit: sour.
She shakes off the feeling,
"Hush, now, Draco. I will come to bed soon."
His breath warm on her neck as he nods.
His eyes catch her reflection as he walks away.
Alone once more, she clutches her stomach
what she's been hiding from the men vying for her love.
"Hush…
Hush little one don't you cry," She sings softly, tears streaming down her face
"Momma's gonna get us away from here."
She tries to sleep within his icy embrace
but now she yearns for her fire.
She waits until Draco is sound asleep
when she finally leaves his side
to return home to the man who engulfs her in flames.
Crack!
"Where've you been, Hermione?"
She gasps at the sound of his voice.
"Oh Merlin, Ron!"
He stands and pulls her close his fire instantly thawing her
"Where were you? I got off work early and you were gone."
Her answers form swiftly in her mind, tumbling from her lips just as smoothly
"I was with my parents. Listen, sit down, I have some news."
She smiles
He smiles back.
This is the moment when she decides between the two
when she decides who is worth holding onto and letting go.
Although the feeling in her belly may well be ice
she decides that she favors fire
her destruction would surely be with ice
She cannot live without her fire.
She pulls his hand towards her stomach
tears streaming down her face at the look upon his face.
She's left him breathless in excitement.
She'll never know if its fire or ice
that dwells with in her
but her heart tells her head
the it's fire instead,
and she must lay to rest
her troubles with ice
and forget that in the moments of nice
her fire was frozen
but her mind was made;
her heart had chosen.