Let the fire smother our love
In the fireplace were burning branches from the Forbidden Wood, and the smell, that came out, accustomed the head.
Hermione was on the floor, wishing Ron was to return from the night patrol. Spread everywhere, as her thoughts, lied banners, scarves and red and gold ribbons. In front of the door, stood the Hogwarts Quidditch Cup.
She was taken by a cruel practice: she was leafing slowly all the roses that Harry had gathered for Ginny.
Hermione smiled in the midst of petals' destruction and let the barbed stems impressed in the palms of closed hands. Then, she threw them into the fire, which traced the coils of smoke in the air. They looked like white dressed bodies, ghosts of a love that she didn't own anymore.
This is my first drabble in English, so… I hope that the result isn't so terrible. XD Thanks a lot to Ulissae for the help. (L)
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