Written for wutaistars, for placing in a competition of mine and Amber's
Written for percychased's Globetrotter Drabble Competition (I am doing as a challenge) - Paris - write a romance
Cold Fire
Reaching for the sky was more difficult than it sounded. It was too high, too far.
OWLs had finished, yet what was it for? To determine the future? There were still two more years to go.
Some said it would all add up to something eventually. That was what your mother said, at least.
Everything added up to something with her. School, career, love… life. It was all worth something, she said.
Nothing was that important to you. You simply wanted to be done with school, done with this nonsense.
You were only sixteen. You should not have been so concerned about your future.
More important things existed out there – you were sure of it. Having a good time, having friends, having a life. Curse the day you were ever born a witch.
Perhaps, subconsciously, you were looking for it when it happened. Perhaps you were not. It all happened so suddenly.
He was in a hurry, and so were you. Heading in opposite directions, and then BANG. Bodies collided.
Arithmancy book went flying – hitting a poor, unsuspecting first year in the head.
Defence Against the Dark Arts book tore right on the page about the Unforgiveables.
"Oi, watch it, Weasley," he growled, picking up his own books that had been luckier than yours.
"Right back at you," you snapped.
And that was the moment things changed for you. It had not been a friendly meeting, but after that, you couldn't stop thinking about him.
When the time came to say your farewells, he came to you first. Without warning, he pulled you close to him, pressed cool lips against yours, and then left.
Everything changed in that moment. Suddenly, love was an important thing to you.
And not just that typical 'Hogwarts Romance'. This was strong, this was big. This was love.
Sadly, your families didn't agree to this. Sadly, they thought you were just too different. Your father, especially.
Lucky for you, though, your mother understood. Loving someone was not a choice, it was something that happened; something you felt.
Every time you tried to fall out of love, you would just fall deeper and deeper for those grey eyes, that pointed face, and those cold, cold hands.
Yet, when it came to it, you realised that loving him was the most important thing. Even if most did say that the passion – the fire inside of you – would one day turn cold.
Big thank you to Paula for betaing this. I thought I would try my hand at some poetry. It's an acrostic-y, freeverse-y, something-y. I kind of just went with the flow, tried something different. This will be a 2 part - the next part will be Scorpius.
Note - there is nothing canon about Rose's middle name being Nymphadora. It's just my own head canon.
wutaistars - I hope you like!