Fire and Ice
They were destructive, like fire and ice, one burning while the other froze. She was in a constant flurry of activity, and he could lounge around in the same position all day. She wanted the world and he wouldn't give it to her. She was Dominique and she was passionate, all rage and love and hate and a thousand other emotions, bottled up in one little package like a bomb without a timer and it went off too often for him because he was Scorpius and he was cool and detached and he didn't want to feel because feeling was messy and messes required effort to clean. He loved to watch her burn, burn while the passion that fueled her turned her inside out with anger that was directed at him. And she loved watching his indifference freeze him to the core, freeze him from the love of others, freeze him all the way down to that heart of ice that she was only just figuring out was incapable of thawing, even for her.
And maybe they weren't meant to be. Maybe they had four years between them for a reason. Because after all, she was a Weasley and he was a Malfoy and what they were doing was against nature. And this entire thing was just an unforeseen twist of fate, a mistake. They were a human impasse, a glitch in the system, the unstoppable force meeting the immovable object.
Maybe it wasn't destined to work because this was so wrong, because they fought too much and she yelled too much and he didn't yell enough but by God they would make this work.
He was Scorpius, and she was Dominique. She was fire and he was ice. They would destroy each other but by God they would make this work because it was the only thing that made him burn, the only thing that made her freeze, the only thing that made them feel like they could be more than what they were.
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