I've recently been on freeverse reading kick, and I desperately wanted to write a DG fic, and somehow those two things mashed together and gave me this. :P My first freeverse in this style.

There is something about them
that screams
"WARNING: TRAGEDY AHEAD
PAIN IN THE FUTURE
THIS ROAD IS BROKEN
AND
A HARD ONE TO
F O L L O W."

A bright
POISON-yellow
screaming
sign

around both of their necks
(like a noose, asphyxiating)

she guesses they must have both been
blind;
he thinks
hell,
what else did he have left to lose anyway?

still, they should have known, by their
COLORS
(black, red, white
like a venomous fairytale
like DANGER
and HEARTBREAK).

THEIR LOVE IS WRONG IN SEVEN WAYS

i. luxuria

HE is like spun glass.
(encased in iron and steel and thunder,
but still)
HE is like lightning and the white heart
of a flame—
beautiful and
mesmerizing
and
SHE WANTS HIM.

SHE is like summer apples.
(surrounded by thorns and hornets and danger
but still)
SHE is like autumn and wildfires
on a hillside—
uncatchable and
tantalizing
and
HE WANTS HER.

They collide in the night,
and
He does not soil his hands on Weasley He does not soil his hands on—
(It doesn't matter because lips do all the work, anyway.)

HE is the sharp kind of handsome girls throw themselves on
AND ARE CUT BY

SHE has hair the color of rust, and he has let her see his wounds
AND ISN'T RUST DANGEROUS WHEN YOU MIX IT WITH BLOOD

(not that it matters, because they have both always
TAKEN what they WANT)

ii. gula

They gorge themselves on each other
and it isn't healthy,
she thinks
(as her hands can't get enough)
it isn't healthy
he thinks
(as he swallows her whole)
THIS IS NOT HEALTHY
they shout
(as they pull each other closer still)

iii. avaritia

"I want you so much,"
they say from her mouth.
(because he will not say it aloud,
so she speaks for him)
They want to the point of delusion,
to the point of a g o n y

and past the threshold.

"I want you,"
he says finally (for both of them), and
all she can scream is
"I have given you everything,
WHAT MORE IS THERE TO WANT?"
(for both of them)

iv. acedia

They see the world in
black and white
and shades of grey.
Like one of those old Muggle movies,
where the acting s.u.c.k.s
and there's no real plot
and you fall asleep halfway through.

[if you fall asleep on the broomstick,
doesn't that mean you
CRASH?]

Her grades are slipping
and
his circle of followers
is
d . i . s . s . o . l . v . i . n . g
but all they can say is

"I DON'T CARE."

She has no energy for her mask anymore.
(it is so very heavy)
He cannot make the journey to obedience anymore.
(it is such a very long walk)

There is the pull of
familyfriendsschoollife
with a

thousand

grasping

hands

but they are deadweights,
and they fall past the greedy fingers.

(it is only with each other that their world explodes into color)

v. ira

They are a violent sort of love,
and it is wrong, wrong, wrong
to HATE THIS MUCH.
She was not made to hold this kind of venom;
he was not built for this shade of blackness.
They are a blinding hurricane of
shards of glass and
rotted apple cores
and words (their sharpest weapon)

"YOU FILTHY WRETCH."

"YOU H E A R T L E S S PIG."

"YOU MADE ME BELIEVE YOU LOVED ME."

"YOU LET ME THINK THIS WOULD LAST."

"WHY DO YOU HURT ME?"

"WHY DO YOU DO THIS?"

"STOP IT!"

"LEAVE!"

"I HATE YOU!"

and then it is all they can do to
tear
each other to shreds with hands like knives
and kisses like firebrands

(because maybe if they are already in pieces it will not hurt so much when they fall apart)

vi. invidia

He feels his mouth sour
every. single. time.
he sees them together.
And it is sometimes enough for him to push her away,
to say,
"Malfoys do not share."

and that is when she feels her heart constrict
each. and every. time.
she seems them together.
And every once in a while it is enough for her to walk away,
to spit back,
"Neither do I."

And even if their distance is brittle,
and collapses before
they can even start to miss each other,

the taste does not leave his tongue,
the pressure does not lift from her chest

and their kisses are laced with the tang of
JEALOUSY

"You hold her in the day."

"You walk with him under the sun."

"Am I only fit to love in the shadows?"

vii. superbia

SHE thought she could
S A V E
the un-save-able boy

HE thought he might
K E E P
the un-keep-able girl

oh, honey
I'M SO SORRY YOU NEVER KNEW

[[you are nothing special]]

Just in case you didn't catch it, this is structured according to the Seven Deadly Sins, using their latin names. Most are pretty easy to figure out, but brownie points if you guess which is which. ;)