Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy were currently in the middle of a heated fight in the middle of an empty corridor.
"You self-centered spoiled brat!" Harry yelled at the blonde, Draco sneered at him
"You pathetic idiot with a hero complex the size of East Asia!" He yelled back. Their insults grew louder and louder and more severe. They stepped closer and closer to each other in their apparent anger, soon enough they were nose to nose, screaming in each other's faces.
They were seething, red faced and blazing eyes, suddenly the world stood still.
And they kissed.
Oh how they kissed. Lips collided in a passion, lighting their souls on fire and turning their blood to ice. Their minds raced with color and suddenly it wasn't just a kiss they were sharing. Suddenly the stars inside of their souls crashed in an explosion only meant to be felt by two in love.
But they weren't in love, they were desperate, oh so desperate for love that they crashed together, clutching at clothes and ignoring the screaming voice in the back of their heads. That voice that screamed at them every time they did something stupid, it was screaming at their idiotic and fruitless endeavors, oh how they ignored those screams.
Teeth collided as the kiss they shared grew more heated, and as the fire in their lonely lips grew in size and heat, the rest of their cold dead lives, evaporated.
And then there was fire.
The fire of their desperate hearts and burning blood. Fire raged on through them as their skin collided, tongues danced, and feelings multiplied. No longer were they gentle smoldering embers, tentative towards the touch of others. No, they were fire, fire sparked by the bane of their existence and fueled by the fury that they held. Fire that burned their hearts and their world to ashes.
But did they care? Oh no, the only thing they could think of was the howling of their lonely hearts, the heat from the others touch, and the ice chilling and freezing their souls.
They felt not the ground underneath them crumble; they felt not the evil desperate pain their chests begging for them to stop. They only felt the fire, and what they thought it meant.